The toast's index finger and middle finger unconsciously knocked on the table, sighed and said, "You don't have to be afraid. This hurdle can only trip me, but you can't trip you. She Chongming has always been arrogant and never asks our name. How can he offer you? You can't say A, B, C, and D. But I, for your benefit, sent two letters to She Chongming, and this time I can't escape."

Some black Yi showed a relaxed look on her face, while others had a more nervous look on her face.

After a moment of silence, a black man smiled dryly and said, "Don't worry, Lord Tusi, maybe She Chongming pulled the letter and burned the fire?"

"It is unlikely. I heard from She Chongming's confidants that under the guidance of his father, She Chongming cherished his words very much, never threw away letters, and always put them in a box made of gold with great care..."

Before the chieftain could finish his words, he saw the black man fall backwards, as if he was shocked by his words.

The Beishe chieftain was startled and turned around and thought about what he said just now. It seemed that he did not use any harsh words. Could it be that as time goes by, his official power has increased, and he accidentally shook off the aura of domineering power, which scared this guy to faint?

Although he was about to face the danger of the Ming army settled the accounts after the autumn, the Beishe chieftain was still complacent about his 6∝ domineering attitude.

His eyes swept across the other blacks to see if there were any guys who were stunned by his turtle aura.

There is really, although it is not fainting, it makes the toast prouder than fainting.

I saw two black guys with faces as earthy as the face, their legs trembled, and a light yellow liquid flowed out from their feet - these two guys were actually scared and urinated.

However, the chieftain glanced at the other black barbarians and found that something was wrong. Because except for these two black barbarians, at least half of the black barbarians present were not much better than them. The black barbarians were trembling all over and their teeth were giggling, as if they were on a snow mountain.

The toast felt a little strange and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

A black man replied tremblingly: "Tu... Lord Tusi, I... we also wrote to... to She Chongming that bastard."

As a result, the title of She Chongming was reduced again, from miscellaneous to mixed ball.

Another black Yi cried out: "Why did the She Chongming, who killed Qiandao, keep the letter? It would be better to burn it with a fire. The letter cannot be eaten or used, and it can still take up space. It is really ugly people who make monsters. The one who killed Qiandao looks ugly and does even worse things!"

Well, She Chongming has changed from a slut to a killer. The killer's finger was punished by Lingchi, which is the worst title. No matter how much the Yiren use his imagination, he cannot come up with a worse title.

The chieftain of Beishe comforted him: "Don't be afraid, if it was written in the local language of the Yi people, the Ming army would not understand it."

The barbarians said in unison: "My Lord Tusi has forgotten. We barbarians can speak and cannot write the local language. If we want to write a letter to She Chongming, we must use Chinese characters."

It turned out that the development of the Yi people was still very primitive. Their language did not form words. The Yi people who could write did not appear until more than 300 years later in the New China, and it was created with the help of the Han family.

The Beishe chieftain smiled bitterly and said, "That's great too. With so many people on the Duantai Head, you won't be too lonely on the road to the underworld."

These barbarians are relatively speechless. They only regretted why their hands were so owed back then and wrote such a flattering letter. As a result, they didn't get any benefits, but now they are pushing themselves to such a dangerous situation.

Many barbarians secretly thanked that they were just small fish and shrimps, leaning up with a shame, but She Chongming ignored them. At that time, she complained that She Chongming was too disrespectful to him. Now that he thought about it, he was lucky that he did not give him face. You must know that if he lost his face, he could earn it back, but if he lost his life, he could not find it back.

The Yi people were sighing and silent, and suddenly they heard the door knocker ringing. It seemed that there were new visitors.

Mrs. Toast guessed that it might be a gift-giving person again, so she hurried to open the door, but unexpectedly, she saw a group of guys in golden helmets and golden armor.

Mrs. Toshi was shocked. She thought it was the God of Wealth, but she didn't expect that the star of the Death Gate was coming.

Mrs. Toshi had seen the mighty and domineering Jinyiwei, and did not dare to stop him, so she had to let them in.

She remembered the local specialties sent by the black barbarians hidden on the bed. She found her conscience and decided to report a letter to the people inside. She shouted: "The uncle of Mingjun is here, please come in quickly..."

She said as she moved her fat body into the door and blocked half of the door, thereby slowing down the speed of the Jinyiwei entering the door.

A young man with a jade face looked at her coldly.

This look was like a knife and a sword, and it immediately cut off all her actions.

When the people in the room heard the news from Mrs. Toast, they immediately became confused and fled in scattered places.

The stupid people are like headless flies, running around but never getting out of the door. Of course, it is not that they suddenly become blind and cannot see the door coming in, but that everyone knows that there is a Ming army there. If you go out rashly, you will directly hit the Ming army.

The smarter Heiyi directly asked the Beishe chieftain: "Where is the back door here?"

The chieftain of Beishe smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "Look at my expression, it seems like I have built a back door? Let's relax. Since I'm going to die, don't lose face to the barbarians. Let's let the Ming army see, the barbarians have a few hard bones."

Zhu Youcheng took Ming Jun into the living room. Seeing the chaos inside, he couldn't help but smile and said, "It turns out that I have never done bad things in my life, and I am not afraid of ghosts knocking in the middle of the night. Look, we didn't bring wooden cages or chariots, nor did we come over with handcuffs and shackles, and they were in chaos."

King Xin replied: "That's right, that's right, this is called guilty."

The guest came, and although it was a bad guest, the Beishe chieftain had to come forward and greet him.

Although the Beishe chieftain knew that the Jinyiwei was good and the people who came were not kind, he still held hope in his heart, and his tone was gentle, and he had no intention of confronting the Jinyiwei head-on.

Zhu Youcheng smiled and said, "My Lord, I'm lucky to know. I want to announce some things with great potential. You see, this place is so messy, can they hear my words?"

When the chieftain of Beishe heard this, he knew that it was a letter from the enemy. Otherwise, why would Zhu Youcheng come to the door in person?

He had long experienced the arrogant and domineering nature of the Jinyiwei. It was basically a dream to expect him to come to tell the Jinyiwei's next action.

Is the Jinyiwei angry with him when it is such a big deal to liberation Baiyi? Isn’t it said that he would just take it away? Will there be any pre-telling?

The chieftain of Beishe thought for a long time, but still did not dare to turn against the Jinyiwei, so he patted the table and shouted at the black men: "The army master of the Ming Dynasty has something to say to you, so why don't you stand up and listen carefully if you don't want to give me some advice!"

Seeing the Ming army coming in, the blacks knew that the situation was hopeless and stopped.

Now that they heard the toast's words, they stood up quickly.

They had more or less hope in their hearts. The so-called law does not punish the masses. There are so many people who wrote letters to She Chongming, so how could they kill them all? Perhaps they could lose all their property and save their lives.

We will try to have a good attitude now, and Mingjun may be able to give preferential treatment later.

The power of survival can really create miracles. You see, although these black barbarians have not been trained in military affairs, they stand horizontally and vertically under the instinct of survival, and become a neat square array. (To be continued...)

ps: (I came back from the trip. I didn't write a single word on this trip. I took a tablet out and took it out with great enthusiasm. I was ready to write. I found that a piece in the middle changed color. I was completely in a state of no mood to write. I charged the night before I got home and tripped in the middle. It turned out that the charger was blown up. I used a power bank to charge the tablet. After full charge, I found that the tablet was ready. It was probably the tablet battery bulging and pressed against the screen. After charging, the battery of the tablet disappeared. It seemed that I had to play all my heart and never be bothered.)
Chapter completed!