No one knows what the final result of Bai Ning and Shi Bao and his wife was. On the north bank of the Bohai Sea at dawn the next day, a very small Jurchen tribe.

The rising sun spread, the bonfires emitting smoke, the rough panting and shaking roofs in the animal skin tent, and the figures of wailing and painful wailing were struggling.

After a moment, everything calmed down. The curtain of the tent was lifted open, and the thick Jurchen man came out, showing a satisfied smile. The old man who seemed to be the patriarch knocked over with a stick, shouting and scolding in Bohai Jurchen language, constantly knocking on the man's back.

In the tribal camp, several Wu Chaomen were doing miscellaneous work staring at each other and staring at the tent just now. He quickly turned his head away and treated the fur on the frozen soil, whispering his voice.

"It seems...that old man is saying that Mr. Wei is not a woman."

"... But his stupid son didn't listen... so he decided that General Manager Wei was a woman... This... made a lot of evil."

One of the people who spoke suddenly touched his butt, and then breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, they should be glad that it is not winter now, otherwise their current clothes would be of different physical condition than ordinary people, but finally, a weak gentleman like Ma Zheng, without the cold clothes, was so cold that he couldn't even hold the rolling pin.

During the ship's distress, he thought he would die, but now he was rescued by the Jurchens. It was not the Qiyan tribe they were going to do a mission. On the contrary, he was rescued by this family tribe with a population of less than fifteen. He was unable to speak and was weak and injured. He was controlled by the other party and became a slave.

Every time he thought about the mission on a mission that was far away, Ma Zheng even had the idea of ​​committing suicide. But then he thought that Wei Jinzhong could even endure such a thing without seeking a shortcoming, and could he be even worse than a castrator?

So he survived and waited for the opportunity.

He looked at the tent with a definite look and full of admiration.

…………….

Inside the tent, his body was lying on his face, panting.

His fingers were picking hard soil, and his elbows raised his upper body as he supported him. Through the gaps in the curtain, the sun was rising outside. The bright light shone through the gaps in the woods, narrowing his eyes.

The pants on his lower body fell to his knees, and the blood was mixed with a sticky mess, stimulating Wei Jinzhong's nasal cavity and nerves.

"…hehe…."

Wei Jinzhong lowered his head and face and buried it in front of his chest, dry and cunning laughter, saying some slight words.

"Our family has even cut itself... I'm afraid of being hurt..."

"I really think...I'm a woman... a bastard!"

"I won't die well... I'll kill you all tonight..."

"Damn fool... Our family will never want to see fools again in this life... and kill each other..."

"…hiss…it hurts…that big thing….”

The feeling of tearing was still painful even after a few nights and a few times. He was a eunuch, but he was not a ***, especially the trauma in his heart was even better than when he was cut off his little brother.

Jurchens... Jurchens... Wei Jinzhong cursed the title of this race countless times in his heart. He suppressed the tyrannical impulse in his heart and kept reminding himself to be patient. Once the injury is healed, he will avenge his shame. He must be calm, be calm, be calm...

In the tent that was a little leaking, time passed by little. Except for the fool who came to feed him twice in the middle like a dog, the rest was waiting for the heartfelt wait, waiting for the night to come and wait for the Jurchen fool to come and spend the night. Knowing that the light from the gap in the curtain was dimming, the Jurchen language scolding sounds outside, the laughter of children and women, and then it became quiet.

Minutes and seconds passed, and then the footsteps rang.

The curtain was lifted and the foolish man who looked like a bear came in.

A honest smile reveals lust.

Then, he skillfully uncovered the belt around his waist. It was obviously the first time. The thick, dirty and foul hand touched Wei Jinzhong's lower body. This feeling made him feel scared and he knew what would happen.

I can't bear it anymore.

He adjusted his breathing, moved his legs slightly. After adapting to the scorching pain, his back slowly bowed, and his hands were slightly numb to shrink back. When the fool's whole body was touching from behind, the hands suddenly stretched back and closed.

Click

My messy head suddenly turned one direction.

His heavy body fell to the ground with a bang. Wei Jinzhong endured the scorching pain on his butt, quickly pulled his pants, and put the skin of the Jurchen fool on his body on him and his boots. Only after a short rest did he feel much more relaxed.

Afterwards, he investigated outside. Four or five Jurchen hunters were talking to each other by the ignited bonfire. He must not understand the language of the buzzard. It is rumored that the Jurchens are very powerful, but their injuries have not healed and there is no Tianqi Sword. It is definitely not possible to go out like this. Even if they kill the other party and attract more people, it will be a problem.

He walked back with a gloomy face, and kicked his dead body a few times as if he was venting his anger. The corpse's arm flipped over and touched something, and a bang sounded.

The conversation around the bonfire outside came to an abrupt end.

Then, the sound of a person's footsteps rang out and he walked over.

"Goranon Hey"

The Jurchen hunter who came over looked inquiring tone and then squeezed in, and the next moment, Wei Jinzhong pinched the other party's throat with one claw and pulled it hard.

The air-like breathing sounded whimpering at the corner of the neck, covering the other person's mouth with one hand, and punching each other's temples continuously, until the other person's legs stopped pedaling hard, and then he let go.

The Jurchen hunter had a short bow, more than ten arrows, and a sharp knife, which seemed to be used for skinning and bone removal. Although Wei Jinzhong had never shot an arrow, he had seen it. Moreover, the bonfire was not far from him, and it was only more than ten steps. It was not difficult to kill the remaining three people, so he pushed the arrow open the animal skin curtain and aimed at it.

The bonfire was also dark in the middle of the night.

The three Jurchen hunters sitting there, who seemed to think that the other person had been there for a long time, so they looked at the tent, and a black shadow whizzed, and the dim flame came over.

With a puff, he inserted into the neck of the Jurchen man on the far right. In an instant, an angry roar, splashing plasma, and flickering fire created a suffocating atmosphere.

The black shadow rushed out of the tent, and the short bow was thrown away by someone. Then Wei Jinzhong's figure rushed out, pulled out the sharp knife and quickly dug out a few on the legs of the two Jurchen hunters on the other side, turned around, and a bucket of the tip of the knife penetrated into one of the temples.

The noise began, and the remaining tents were lifted, and more than ten Jurchens rushed out, including old and young, and most of them were women. Wei Jinzhong held a sharp knife and hooked the neck of the remaining Jurchen hunter.

He stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lower lips, his eyes flashing with the pleasure of revenge.

Then, a wisp of blood spreads through the blade.

"You all want to die"

He laughed wildly, threw away the body, kicked the burning bonfire apart with one foot, and the flames rose, bloomed in the air, flew over, smashed into the crowd, and many of them fell on the tent, causing a big fire.

Taking advantage of the fire, chaos.

Wei Jinzhong rushed over, raised his bone-clearing knife, chopped off one by one, and stabbed it out. One corpse fell at his feet, none of which were spared.

Only the group of people following the captured Wu Dynasty envoys trembled and looked at Wei Jinzhong, who looked like an evil ghost.

The night wind whimpered, but it was like it was emitted by a human.

"Ah...ahhhh..."

Wei Jinzhong gritted his teeth and trembled, making a sound that looked like a laugh, and his expression seemed to be crying, as crazy as if he was a demon, his hair was swaying in the wind in a mess.

"Bai Ning"

"If you hadn't planned on me, how could I have fallen into this field!"

The heart-wrenching shouts reached the sky in this burning camp. The nearby mountains and forests were filled with birds flying. Wei Jinzhong's face was full of tears, as if blood was flowing out from behind his butt. He subconsciously reached out to hold it down.

He stared at Ma Zheng and the others with a fierce look.

"What are you waiting for! Pack up and let's go"
Chapter completed!