These people are all Ganmin from Jiuqu Land.

In Tubo, they all lived like slaves.

Now it can be considered as waste.

The army below lined up and gradually approached.

Boom, boom, boom!

As the war drums beat, the blood of the soldiers was instantly ignited.

"Break the Riyue Mountain Pass and capture Qinling Zanzhuo alive!" Li Cungong shouted.

All the soldiers shouted in unison.

Qinling Zandhuo stood on the city wall, the city gate suddenly opened, and thousands of old, weak, women and children in ragged clothes walked out.

If some people didn't want to go out, the Tibetan soldiers would kill them with knives. Even pregnant women were not spared!

They walked out, and the soldiers on the city wall had already cocked their bows and arrows.

Someone is holding the rope, and if they dare to run, they will shoot arrows.

Tens of thousands of people are looking down at each other, there is no way they can survive!

Not to mention they also have trebuchets, which is also the advanced technology brought by Mengzan from Jing'an when he married Tubo.

There are also crossbow machines, although they are not as good as the big guns, they can still shoot hundreds of feet, even though they are expensive to make and easy to break!

It is also a deterrent to foreign enemies.

Li Cungong was about to give the order for a fierce attack.

Just saw those thousands of people.

Immediately, he heard a voice coming from the city wall, "Your Majesty, Marshal Li of Daqian, what happened before was a misunderstanding. If you attack rashly, it will destroy the friendship between Tubo and Daqian."

Look, these were once the people of Daqian Jiuqu, and now they have all spontaneously stood up to protect their homes. Can you bear to see their homes destroyed?"

Many people on the other side shouted together, which was obviously rehearsed.

You can hear it even from a great distance.

The expressions of Li Cungong and others changed one after another.

"Shameless!"

"The stupid Qinling Zanzhuo actually let the common people build a human wall!" Zhang Xi was furious.

Not only Zhang Xi, everyone was angry.

Just like Qin Mo said, no harm can happen to innocent people, and what Qin Ling Zan Zhuo is doing now is more than shameless.

Qin Mo's eyes were cold, "I have told you a long time ago that you must not have the slightest kindness when dealing with Tubo. Only by beating them hard will they be afraid!"

Li Yue was also angry, "How can we fight this battle? There are thousands of innocent people!"

Qi Sheng lowered his head and gritted his teeth and said: "Kill them, they are no longer considered civil servants..."

"It was the imperial court that abandoned them, not the imperial court that they abandoned!" Li Yue said angrily: "Shut your mouth, let me hear such words again, I will never spare you!"

Qi Sheng was a princeling, and when he was reprimanded by Li Yue, he couldn't help but retorted: "What should I do? Can I be beaten? Have I been beaten?"

There are not even 100,000 but 80,000 people in the Jiuqu area, and they can drag us to death."

"Who says there's nothing we can do?"

Qin Mo stood up: "Pull the prisoners up and let someone who understands Tubo come over!"

Soon, people who knew Tubo came over, and the prisoners were escorted to the front. Qin Mo said: "If I say something, you can translate it in Tubo!"

Qin Mo got a big speaker from somewhere and handed it to the man.

"Qinling Zanzhuo, you turtle grandson, you are surrounded now, surrender quickly!"

The translator was also stunned, and Qin Mo kicked him directly, "What are you doing for a moment? Translate!"

"General Dingyuan, I am humbled by my position. I don't know what Turtle Sun says in Tubo dialect!"

"Then call him Dog Son!" Qin Mo said.

The translator thought to himself that he knew this, so he quickly translated and found that the loudspeaker was stronger than the dozens of other people on the other side.

The face of Qinling Zanzhuo on the city wall also changed. He called him a son of a bitch?

"Which grandson is the one scolding?"

Qinling Zanzhuo said something, his man shouted something, and the two of them cursed each other in the distance.

"Son of a bitch, it's your father Qin Mo who is scolding me!" Qin Mo sneered.

Qin Ling Zan Zhuo suddenly narrowed his eyes, Qin Mo, he knew, he was the number one prince-in-law of Da Gan.

The mysterious man said that his father was detained largely because of Qin Mo.

This man was not only a hero of Daqian and the son of Qin Xiangru, Duke of Qin, he was also deeply loved by the emperor of Daqian and was an extraordinary talent.

The thunder cannon and grenades were made by him.

Although he has not officially met Qin Mo yet, Qin Ling Zan Zhuo is already interested in Qin Mo. The most important thing is that the other person is one year younger than him.

"Oh, who do I think you are? It turns out to be the stupid son of the Duke of Qin. Why are you here? Are you not afraid of dying here and depriving your family of descendants?"

Qin Mo narrowed his eyes. Qin Ling Zan Zhuo knew a lot. Did he even know his personal information so clearly?

"Don't worry, before I die, I will bring all your Tibetan women back to Daqian and spread their wings for me!"

The two cursed each other for more than ten times, and Qinling Zanzhuo realized that he was no match for him.

He said hurriedly: "Qin Mo's son, tell your people to retreat, otherwise I will release my arrows!"

"Hurry up and release the people of Daqian, otherwise I will kill all your sons of Tubo!"

Qin Mo waved his hand and asked the Tubo soldiers to shout, "Maben, save us, save us..."

Qinling Zanzhuo's expression changed greatly as he begged for mercy. He never expected that Li Qian's people would actually use prisoners to coerce them.

How smart he is, he figured out what was going on in the blink of an eye.

"Damn you, you actually use my Tubo nobles as your pawns!" Qinling Zandhuo listened to them crying and announcing his name.

At this time, their soldiers also began to make a noise.

Many of these 'Gui soldiers' are from the same family, or from the same force, and are related by kinship.

In their eyes, the people of Jiuqu are nothing more than slaves, waste that can be consumed at any time. They are not even as good as the people of Tuyuhun, who are still qualified to be retinue soldiers.

They are only worthy of being cows or horses.

"Maben, my brother, my brother is also in there!" said a Daiben.

"Maben, that's my brother-in-law, save him..."

Qinling Zanzhuo's face was particularly ugly.

At this time, Qin Mo asked someone to say: "Qinling Zanzhuo, hurry up and release the people of Jiuqu, preferably all of them. From now on, I will count dozens. After counting ten, I will kill one person with every breath!" "

As soon as the words fell, someone started counting.

Li Cungong asked people to stop beating the drum.

The place was eerily quiet.

He knew the consequences of stopping beating the drum, and the battle would never be fought again.

As long as we can save these Jiuqu people, it will be a great achievement.

He was particularly grateful for Qin Mo's suggestion, otherwise they would have failed in this battle!

It's a huge blow to morale.

And it will lead to a dead end.

"Three, two, one!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Mo took out his sword, walked up to a Tibetan prisoner, raised his hand and stabbed him!

Gululu!

A head fell to the ground.

The sand was soaked with blood, and the body was twitching.

"Keep counting, one at a time!" Qin Mo said coldly.

The translator was dumbfounded. This was too violent. He said he would kill him, but he actually killed him?

Aren't you afraid that Qinling Zanzhuo will order arrows to be fired?
Chapter completed!