Chapter 576: Be a god or a ghost

As soon as several people walked out of the tent, they suddenly saw a team of cavalry running towards the front, with more than 300 people. The face of the man immediately became very ugly. Wang Lun knew that something might happen, so he immediately gave Li Tieqian a wink. Li Tieqian turned around and took out the weapons from the tent.

The cavalrymen rushed straight to the man with torches.

At the same time, dozens of people also surrounded them. They stood in a small circle with their hands tightly on the hilt of the knife.

These *** people were obviously members of this tribe, and some of the remaining passers-by in the accommodation were also awakened by the horse hooves. However, they stood far away and watched all this silently, watching the hundreds of Liao people surrounding dozens of *** people, as if the matter had nothing to do with them.

"Murihe, it's time to pay taxes!" The Liao Kingdom riding on the horse shouted in a loud voice, pointing the spear in his hand forward. This is not tax collection at all, it's simply robbing money.

The man who brought Wang Lun and the others here just now took a step forward: "Sir, didn't you just handed over the day before yesterday?"

The Liao people snorted: "You know what you paid the day before yesterday? You ate yesterday. Do you want to eat today? Long live to fight the Song Dynasty now. Your tribe must pay military expenses. This is the order to go up to the peak."

Murihe took a step forward: "Sir, this is the only one in our tribe. You come to collect taxes every day, and will you let us survive?"

The Liao people were obviously angry: "I won't let you live? A few years ago, your tribe followed the rebellious tribes and fought with our Liao team. We should have killed all of you. If I hadn't pleaded with the general, how could you live to this day?"

What was Murihe still saying? The Liao people obviously lost their patience: "In a word, if you don't pay the tax, I will kill all your tribe now! Get ready for bows and arrows!"

The Liao soldiers bent their bows and arrows one by one, and looked quite imposing. Although the *** people were few, one of them looked not afraid at all. They stepped on their war horses and pulled out the saber at their waists. Once the other party killed them, they would definitely not be willing to wait for death.

But Murihe knew that as the leader of this tribe, he had to think about the survival of the tribe, and he was so busy raising his arms: "Don't shoot arrows! Don't shoot arrows! I'll just hand them over."

The Liao people then sneered: "Hmph, why bother me if I talked earlier?"

Mulihe turned around to get the money, and Wang Lun said something in Li Tiegan's ear. Li Tiegan's hand tightly held the spear and nodded. Wang Lun followed Mulihe and went there.

The Liao people targeted other tents on the grassland: "And you all, prepare the money for me. Don't let this general be troublesome, otherwise, don't blame my subordinates for not leaving any heads."

The crowd was in a stir, but no one stood up and said something.

For these people, they were used to being bullied by the Liao Kingdom. Especially after the last time they thought the wool rebellion, many tribes were retaliated by the Liao people. Those more appealing tribes and some prestigious people were basically killed by the Liao people.

There are also some people who are quick to see the opportunity and migrate northward. The people who are still here are like a pile of loose sand. Facing the organized charges of the Liao team that are almost robbed, they dare not speak out.

Wang Lun followed Murihe, until Murihe's *** bag, he walked up a few steps and said softly: "Head, is there anything you need to help?"

Muri sighed, "Thank you, you can't help anything. Even if you ask you to help me this time, what should I do next time? After a while, I will move the tribe northward and I can't afford to offend them. I can always hide."

Wang Lun followed Muri into his bag, saw that there was no one around, and smiled: "Have the boss ever thought about not paying the money?"

Murihe suddenly stopped and looked at Wang Lun with his eyes. Wang Lun faced his eyes with a confident smile on his face: "Actually, there are only 300 of them, and there are at least 500 of them in your tribe, including those passing herdsmen, right? Why are you afraid of them?"

Murihe shook his head: "They came three hundred people, but in their military camp, Wengdu, there are three thousand cavalrymen of the Liao Kingdom! If we dare to do anything, we will be flattened by them in a few days. At that time, all the men, women, young and old in the tribe will die."

When Wang Lun heard that there were only three thousand cavalrymen, he felt relieved and immediately said, "Then kill those three thousand people."

Murihe's eyes emitted a light: "Who are you?"

Wang Lun smiled softly: "This is not important. What is important is that I know that once you kill those three thousand people, you will be the most prestigious leader in this area. Even if you can't beat the Liao Kingdom to migrate north, you will be treated like heroes from the north."

Murihe suddenly pulled out his knife and put it on Wang Lun's neck: "Tell me, who are you? Are you a spy from the Song Dynasty? I know that the Liao people are preparing to fight against the Song Dynasty. If I hand you over to the Liao people, I think they will not collect my taxes."

Wang Lun smiled even brighter: "First, you can't do it. Second, you can't do it."

Murihe was surprised when he suddenly felt a pain in his wrist. Wang Lun grabbed his pulse tightly. The knife in his hand could not be held back and was snatched by his opponent.

Wang Lun twisted his arm and put the knife on his neck: "You have no choice, please cooperate with me. Since you know I am from Song, I will just say that we need someone here to resist the Liao Kingdom. If you help us do this, we will help you become the most prestigious leader in this grassland. I don't think there is anything wrong with it."

Murihe was not panicked at all when facing the knife on his neck, and his eyes turned: "Let me think about it, you can take the knife away first."

Wang Lun took the knife away from his neck and whispered: "Don't think about it for too long, there's no time."

At this moment, Li Tieqin looked at the leader of the Liao people riding on the horse and suddenly jumped up. Before the Liao people could react, they were stabbed down from the horse with a shot!

This sudden change stunned everyone, and after a moment the Liao people and the *** people reacted.

When those dozens of *** were killed, they didn't know Li Tieqin, but they knew the people of Liao too well. I guess the Liao *** team would not give up. If they didn't fight hard at this time, they would definitely not have any chance of life!

A very strong man shouted: "Fight with the Liao people!"

Dozens of people rushed over immediately. Li Tieqin waved the iron spear in his hand that had not been used for several years, and rushed into the Liao army like a tiger.

However, the soldiers of the Liao Kingdom were very panicked for a moment. The sudden death of the leading figure made them unable to organize effective resistance. Faced with the sudden attack, the entire formation was in chaos. The most important thing is that there were many people around, and they dared not fight here for a long time. If these people aroused to attack them, they would not be able to leave.

After a hurried resistance for a while, after leaving more than twenty bodies, the Liao soldiers ran away.

Murihe in the tent saw this and shivered: "You, you, you ruined my entire tribe!"

Wang Lun said softly: "Not necessarily?"

As soon as the words were finished, the people who participated in the battle were still a little surprised. The people who were standing next to him who were watching the fun suddenly became silent for a moment, and then someone walked out and bent down deeply at the people who fought with the Liao Kingdom just now, and what else was saying.

Then, more and more people walked towards them, pulling out the scimitars from their waists, raising their arms and shouting. Wang Lun couldn't understand what they were shouting, but from their expressions, they were very excited.

At this time, Murihe's emotions suddenly became excited. Wang Lun let go of his hand: "What are they shouting?"

"Call forever."

Murihe also trembled a little: "It's our god on the grassland."

Wang Lun smiled and patted Murihe on the shoulder: "Then do you want to go out and be a god now? Or do you become a dead person in this tent?"

There is no choice for this. No one wants to be a dead person. Everyone wants to be a god. Murihe slowly turned around and said, "But there are still three thousand Liao *** teams in Ondula, and I can't beat them."

Wang Lun patted his shoulder: "You can. As long as you dare to go out, you are the Heaven of Changsheng, the god on the grassland, and there is nothing you can't do. Think about it, there are only three thousand Liao teams there, but how many of your tribes are nearby? As long as you become Heaven of Changsheng, they will come to help you. At that time, were you still afraid of the three thousand Liao people?"

Muri thought for a while and found that the person had been killed. Now even if he killed Wang Lun himself, the people of Liao would not let him go.

He decided to make up and turned around and stepped out of the tent: "Dear descendants of Changshengtian, what I, Murihe, do today, is because the Liao people forced me too much and did not give us *** people a way out! I swear here in the name of Changshengtian that from now on, I will use my life to fight against the Liao Kingdom and use my passion to defend the dignity of Changshengtian! Changshengtian, from today on, I will fight for you!"

The people from his tribe immediately responded in unison. The men raised their arms high and waved the curved sabers in the air. Some men came to respond to them, while others were just standing in the distance. Obviously, they could only give Murihe spiritual support.

Murihe turned his head and found Wang Lun following him. He took advantage of the shouting of everyone and said to Wang Lun in a low voice: "There are only more than a hundred people who are willing to follow me, what should the rest do? I'm afraid they will go to the Liao people, so why not find a chance to kill them."

When Wang Lun saw that he was asking for his opinions, he was very happy. This meant that he had a good start. Although there were only more than a hundred people, it started after all.

Wang Lun shook his head: "Head, let them go. After they leave, Murihe's name will slowly spread from their mouths on the grassland. As long as we can win two small battles, they will come and join you again."

Murihe pondered for a moment and nodded.

Bianjing.

On the fifth day, Chen Yuan's novelty of the beauty of the *** was over, and he had almost enjoyed Park Huilin's graceful figure. At this time, he found Wang Hui again and asked Wang Hui to take the beauty of the ***. It was impossible for him to bring every woman home.

Park Huilin looked a little sad when she left. She thought she could follow this Lord Chen in the future, but she never thought that after Chen Yuan got up from her, she would not have any attachment.

This is her fate. When Wang Hui brought her to the Song Dynasty, she was destined to be a gift, a gift from a man.

No one cared about her mood. When Wang Hui saw her, the first question was: "How is it? Are that Lord Chen happy these days?"
Chapter completed!