Shia took the musket and watched the messenger slowly approach with high kicks. Suddenly, he became interested. Shooting a living person was much more interesting than shooting a bird.
"Shoot him in the head... or in the chest?"
"Shia, can you not be so violent? Hitting that flagpole..."
A long musket rested against Shia's shoulder, its slender barrel engraved with the pattern of an unknown plant, and a budding flower at the muzzle. The entire gun exuded a natural artistic aura. Only the elves would have the ingenuity to make a deadly weapon so aesthetically pleasing.
Shia is particularly sensitive to the wind. Qin Mo discovered this special trait of hers when they were on the ship. She could always detect subtle changes in wind force and find out the latest wind direction.
Shia felt the breeze brushing against her hair, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she pulled the trigger just as the rider raised his leg to land.
The musket, fired with a percussion cap, had a very fast firing response. A flash of light shot out of the muzzle the moment the trigger was pulled, and the bullet, slightly deformed by the rifling, drew a beautiful trajectory, striking the flagpole in the hands of the Indian peace envoy. A white flag fluttered to the ground.
"Let's go back! Hengge, the Great Xia people refuse our surrender!"
The warrior from Zhu was still stunned, holding the broken flagpole in his hand, while the merchant next to him had already reacted and said dejectedly.
"Hassan, the Bactrians refuse our surrender. Do you... intend to surrender alone?"
The moment Takor saw the white flag fall to the ground, he knew the intentions of the Great Xia Dynasty. He knew the phrase "killing the chicken to scare the monkey." Although he admired the powerful Great Xia Dynasty, he knew many of its proverbs. However, he never expected that he would become the pitiful chicken.
“Takor, our families need our protection. If all of us men die, other tribes will devour our tribe without hesitation, and our relatives will be reduced to slaves, living a life worse than death.”
Hassan and his men did not persist in their insistence. Instead, they raised the banners of their respective city-states and tribes, and under the last rays of the setting sun, they walked to the open space between the two armies, threw away their weapons, and raised white flags.
They were essentially gambling, betting that the Great Xia people only wanted to punish the instigator of the war, the city-state of Masuripatnam, and would show leniency to the others, just like the other allied city-state armies that fled that afternoon. They didn't have many chips left; if they went all in, their chances of survival would be extremely slim.
Hassan and his men made the right bet. The Great Xia army detached a force to guide the unarmed Hassan and his men out of the encirclement. Then they were tied up with ropes and made prisoners, waiting for their tribe and city-state to pay them ransom.
"Lord Takor, what...what should we do?"
"Die like a warrior!"
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