In the early morning, a shrill cry startled the entire Bahrain tribe. Bazin, who was already a light sleeper, immediately jumped up, grabbed his cloak and put it on, then rushed out of the tent at high speed with his sword and whip.

A tribesman rolled and crawled down the snow slope. Bazan naturally knew this man. He was a rare warrior in the tribe. He once hunted down a small pack of five prairie wolves by himself. He was the leader of the rangers sent by Bazan this time.

Bazin didn't know what had happened to turn the warrior into a panicked clown. They were clearly a ranger team of five, but the leader came back alone.

"Master, it's bad, Master, the Ba people are coming to kill us, those Ba people are so scary!"

Bazin rushed over, whipped the shouting man on the head and face with a whip, and shouted in a deep voice: "Bamu, calm down and tell me everything you saw in detail."

A blood mark instantly appeared on Bamu's face, and the intense pain also calmed Bamu down. Bamu fell to the ground, gasping for breath, grabbed a handful of snow and smeared it on his face, while swallowing a little.

"Master, two hours ago, Bamu went to relieve himself. As soon as he squatted down, he saw a group of big dogs dragging a bamboo boat across the snow."

"Bahrainis, listen to my orders. Those who surrender will be spared, and those who resist will be killed without mercy."

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"Not only is your gun sharp and your armor strong, but your speed is also incredibly fast." Bazan said bitterly, and continued to ask Bamu: "What happened later? How did you escape?"

At this moment, there was a faint sound of a group of dogs barking. Bazin squinted his eyes and listened carefully, then sighed, "Here they are. I didn't expect it to be so soon.

As for women, there is no shortage of women in Shu, and the Ba people do not have the tradition of polygamy, so surrender may still be a good choice. As the clan leader, I am not afraid of surrendering, so what are you afraid of?"

Bamu was stunned for a moment and asked, "What does the tribe leader mean?"

The tribesmen around thought about it and most of them nodded. Since there was no way out, surrender might be a good option.

"Bajan, the chief of the Balin tribe, greets the chief steward. I hope the chief steward is well."

The tall and strong young man walked on the bamboo planks in the snow without sinking too deeply, so he walked quite easily. However, Bazan and his guards walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Comparing the two, Bazan and his guards knew they could not escape at all.

After a whistling sound, a pair of large feet appeared in Bazin's sight, followed by a lazy voice, "It's so boring, I thought you guys could put up a fight.

Bazin nodded and said, "Let's surrender. Legend has it that Wang Zheng is not a bloodthirsty person, but do you think he will appreciate what we have?

Not long after the tribesmen around him dispersed, a group of dogs pulling bamboo boats appeared on the top of the snow slope, and then more and more people gathered.

Then the army shouted in unison: "Bahrainis, listen to my orders. Those who surrender will be spared, and those who resist will be killed without mercy."

"Bahrainis, listen to my orders. Those who surrender will be spared, and those who resist will be killed without mercy."

"The Ba people didn't kill anyone, but took four of our tribesmen away. I was wearing white yak skin and squatting, so I escaped. I hurried back to report the news."

Bazin finally sighed and said with a wry smile: "It may be too late to run. They chose to attack at this time to prevent us from escaping. We will definitely not win the battle."

There is definitely something wrong with their clothes. I saw with my own eyes that the tribesmen used their swords and spears to slash and stab at the Ba people, but it was completely useless. "

“Flew by?”

The loud shouts echoed back and forth in the valley, and the momentum was extremely captivating.

The speed at which the big feet appeared made Bazin's eyelids twitch. He felt extremely fortunate for his decision to surrender. The man's words also made Bazin's eyelids twitch.

At the same time, Bazin was somewhat dissatisfied in his heart, "It's a good thing I surrendered, otherwise if I met such a bloodthirsty person, I wouldn't know if I could escape, let alone my tribesmen."

Bamu nodded and said, "It's very fast, almost the same as when we ride horses normally. Then ten Ba people holding sickle spears came down from the bamboo boat.

After listening to Bamu's words, Bazan was speechless for a long time. The tribesmen next to him suggested preparing for war, while others suggested running away.

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A tall and strong figure walked down from the first bamboo boat on a bamboo plank. After his eyes lingered on Bazin for a moment, he shouted towards the valley: "Bahrainis, listen to my orders. Those who surrender will be spared, and those who resist will be killed without mercy."

Bazan sighed, and walked towards the person who was shouting with his guards. When he was within an arrow's reach, he stopped and shouted, "Bazan, the chief of the Balin tribe, begged for surrender from the chief steward. The chief steward has mercy on us."

After reaching the top of the hill and being searched, Bazin was brought alone in front of Wang Zheng. Looking at the young man with a thin figure, a resolute face, and his loose hair tied casually behind his back, Bazin quickly lay on the ground again.

Go and restrain the tribesmen, tell them not to panic, and inform the other tribes, explain my plan to them, and let them make their own decision."

Then Bazin and his guards lay prone on the snow, quietly waiting for their fate.

Everyone else was also stunned. Bazin's meaning was very clear. There was no way out, so they could only surrender. However, the Tibetans rarely had the tradition of surrender, because surrender meant losing everything, including cattle, sheep, property, freedom, and even women would become someone else's.

Their weapons were exactly the same as in the legend, with curved sickles at the tips of their spears, but they no longer wore animal skins, but heavy winter clothes.

I didn't expect you to surrender like this. Get up, put down your weapons, and follow me to see my brother."

Bazin knew that courtesy is the most important thing, so he kowtowed again before getting up. He bent his body and said with a smile, "The steward is really approachable. Bazin is lucky to be able to serve under him."

Wang Zheng smiled noncommittally and said, "Whether you are lucky or not depends on your performance next."

"If the steward has any instructions, just tell me. Bazin will do it for you even if it costs him his life."

"You don't have to risk your life. First, arrange for young people under the age of 25 and children over the age of six to go to Songzhou. They need to be taught.

In addition, you go and organize 500 soldiers to go with me. From now on, your main task is to persuade people to surrender. Tell others about your situation. Whether this is an opportunity or a disaster for the Tibetans depends on your ability to handle affairs. "