Puluhun was like a fish that was caught on the shore and was stepped on by someone, leaving only a fish that was struggling constantly, struggling desperately under Ye Qing's feet, but Ye Qing's head was trampled on it, and it was difficult to speak out, so he could only protest.

Zhao Xun took the Mo Dao thrown by Sang Kun with trembling hands, looked at Ye Qing, and then looked at Pu Luhun who was struggling on the ground. He looked nervous for a moment and didn't know how to start.

"Think about how your father, Emperor Qinzong, was killed by them, and then look at the back of your heart. Just put the knife in your hand down and penetrate the back of your heart forcefully, and you can avenge your father." Ye Qing continued to step on Pu Luhun's head and said to Zhao Xun with a smile.

Zhao Xun held the Mo Dao in his hand, took a deep breath, then looked at Ye Qing and said, "I only have one request, how about spare us?"

"Let's talk about it if you kill him." Ye Qing stomped on Pu Luhun's head and said.

Zhao Xun was speechless, looked at Ye Qing who was not letting go, then looked at the six royal elders behind him with panic expressions. Finally, he closed his eyes, and then the Mo knife in his hand pierced downwards and pierced Pu Luhun's heart, who was struggling on the ground.

Pu Luhun, who was trampled on the ground, didn't even scream. After the Mo Dao stabbed into his body, he continued to struggle for a few more times, and his body stiffened and it was completely cold.

Ye Qing looked at Zhao Xun who slowly opened his eyes and gave a thumbs up. He was about to praise him when he saw Zhao Xun looking at Pu Luhun's corpse on the ground. Suddenly, his eyes were red and shouting. Before Ye Qing could hide, Zhao Xun grabbed the Mo Dao and pulled it out of Pu Luhun's back.

Ye Qing was caught off guard. As Mo Dao was pulled out by Zhao Xun, blood instantly gushed out from Pu Luhun's back, splashing Ye Qing's body, and Zhao Xun's still yelling face.

Then Zhao Xun was as crazy as he was not wiping the blood on his face. He looked like a ghost, his expression was ferocious, his eyes were red, and he roared and raised the Mo knife in his hand and stabbed Pu Luhun's back again.

Pu Luhun, who was already dead on the ground, was instantly grabbed by Mo Dao by Zhao Xun, and roared wildly, and he was stabbed in dozens of blood holes in a row. Blood was like a fountain from his back. In a short time, his entire back became a pile of bloody rotten meat.

Zhao Xun was also covered in blood on his body, face, and hair, wet like a ghost. He held Mo Dao and looked at the bloody back. He suddenly sat on the ground and howled and cried: "Father, I'm avenging you!"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ye Qing felt mixed feelings for a moment. He was born in the Song Dynasty, especially the royal family of Zhao and Song dynasties. It seemed that his destiny would end in tragic times.

Even historical books have not recorded the lives of the Zhao Song royal family. No one can know when they died or how they lived their hard, difficult and humiliating lives.

The seven people also knew very well that returning to the Southern Song Dynasty was obviously a dead end, and the people in front of them were to stop them from returning to the Song Dynasty and to kill and silence them.

Even if the person who asked for letting him have a way out for life, how could the seven older people gain a foothold in the Jin Kingdom and live an ordinary life without being discovered by the Jin people?

What's more, the deputy commander of the Imperial City Department of the Song Dynasty in front of him would probably not give him the opportunity to return to the Southern Song Dynasty and establish himself in the Jin Dynasty.

Including Zhao Xun, who was like a blood man, with a dissipated eyes and a dull expression, his eyes looked at Ye Qing again. The eyes full of desire to survive were mixed with dullness and confusion like walking corpses.

Ye Qing looked at the seven people, then turned to look at Sang Kun who had been sitting on the desk. Sang Kun was also very happy, got up from the desk, clapped his hands and said, "Okay, aren't there only seven more people? I dare to answer more than two thousand people, let alone these seven people. It's just..."

Before Ye Qing could ask, Zhao Dong took the lead and asked: "It's just what? As long as you can live, we will agree to you whatever you say."

"But from now on, you will be just an ordinary person, and your former identity will be written off with you. I believe you also know that no matter who knows your identity, I don't need to say more about your fate, right?" Ye Qing looked at Zhao Xun and slowly raised his head and said.

"The sky is vast and the earth is vast, and there is no place for the Zhao Song royal family." Zhao Xun smiled sadly, mixed with blood on his face like a ghost, holding the Mo knife inserted on Pu Luhun's back, and then said solemnly: "We don't ask for anything else, we just want to be able to live like ordinary people. As for the royal status, isn't the suffering and humiliation brought to us enough? It's like a shackle, which can only bring us a dark life!"

"Pack up your personal belongings and set off with us." Ye Qing pulled out the Mo knife on Pu Luhun's back and walked out of the tent first.

Sang Kun followed him immediately. The seven people in the tent were speechless. After a moment, they began to pack up their own things. At this time, they had no way out and could only follow Ye Qing's arrangements, go to the grassland, forget everything they had in the past, and live like an ordinary herdsman.

Sang Kun was in a good mood. Having these seven people in his hand in the Zhao Song royal family would be like having Ye Qing’s handle. If he had a quarrel with Ye Qing in the future, he could rely on a few people to report to the Southern Song court that Ye Qing had released the Zhao Song royal family privately. At that time, even if Ye Qing had three heads and six arms, he would not be able to escape the same end as the so-called Yue Fei.

In Ye Qing's opinion, no matter how Old Liu was, he unknowingly encountered the Jin people's camp and then blamed Sang Kun for the entire army.

But at least even if the Jin people did not believe that the Tatars were responsible for the incident in their camp, they would probably have a certain rift in the joint attack of the Meerqi tribe with the Tatars, and they might even change the joint attack of the Meerqi tribe.

Things in the world are closely related, just like the butterfly effect. Ye Qing believes that as long as the Meerqi tribe is immortal, Sangkun's father Tuo'ou will be unable to be named Wang Khan by the Jin people. Neither Temujin nor Zhamuhe will enter the Jin people's eyes faster, so that their tribe will grow rapidly with the support of the Jin people.

No matter what, in Ye Qing's opinion, as long as the brotherly relationship between Sangkun, Temujin and Zamuhe is constantly constant, then Temujin, a real grassland eagle, and a genius of a generation, will find it difficult for Temujin to spread its wings and dominate the grassland in a short period of time.

Ye Qing followed Lao Liu and Dong Chao to meet the boy with nearly 2,000 people. The sky in the east gradually rose white, as cold and bright as the water of the Huai River.

There were not too many words to tell those teenagers, but they just let them remember that they were allowed to go to the grassland, not because they had no way to go to the grassland, but because the Song Dynasty needed an invincible iron cavalry and needed them to go to the grassland to learn archery and horse martial arts, and when they became adults, they worked for the Song Dynasty and regained lost territory.

Old Liu was about to pass Ye Qing's ink jade pendant given by Zhao Gou, and then printed the crow on it on a piece of snow-white paper. After arriving at the grassland, this lifelike crow will be tattooed on the arm of every young man.

This makes the black jade pendant in Ye Qing's hand become the token or even belief of these two thousand years old. Even if these people exist many years later, the person holding the black jade pendant will be the only person they obey.

"Are you really not afraid that they will use it for me? In your eyes, you are still young men at these ages, but on the grassland, you should marry and have children, become warriors of the tribe, and be alone." Sang Kun walked slowly from behind, watching Lao Liu and the boys walking west along the Huai River, and said lightly.

"I don't even have a word, what do you want them to work for you? Don't forget that even if they are illiterate, they still have faith. As for what faith is, the belief of our Chinese nation will not be clear to you for a while. In short, I believe they will come back one day." Ye Qing looked at Old Liu's head running back confidently, and then said to the bear Sangkun next to him.

"But I can't guarantee how many people went and how many people would come back. I can't say that when you recall, only half of the number of people left, and it may be less than 10%. Then, don't doubt me, Sangkun..."

"Life and death are fate, wealth and honor are heaven. If one day, if you grassland warriors join them, I hope you don't resent me, Ye Qing, for this." Ye Qing replied relaxedly.

"I think too much about you, the grassland warriors also have their own beliefs, such as wolves or eagles, which are much more ferocious than your crows." Sang Kun said without giving in.

"Wolf and eagle are both smart, but... crows are smarter. Do you believe it? He knows how to use his brain." Ye Qing pointed to his temple and said.

Then, looking at the long group of items seized from the Golden Man Camp behind Sang Kun, he sincerely gave Sang Kun a thumbs up. He didn't even let go of the tents that were cut by crossbows and modao last night. He was scratched together and wanted to take them to the grassland.

It was really that after Sang Kun saw the ground. The tents that were originally more than fifty, including your carriages, horses and other supplies, including the clothes, weapons and so on the golden men, were packed and taken away by him.

From this we can also imagine how poor the tribes on the grassland are now and how scarce their supplies are.

Seeing Ye Qing's eyes swept across the carriage passing by, Sang Kun said without embarrassment: "I know you can see a lot of grassland information that is useful to you from this, but I still want to warn you that although the Song Dynasty is rich and the eagles on our grassland are poor, they are definitely not something that you Song Dynasty can compete with."

"Believe me, I admire you more than anyone in the world. Whether it is you, Zamuhe, or Temujin, I respect you sincerely." Ye Qing looked at Sang Kun and said seriously.

"If you hadn't shown respect for our grassland from the beginning, even if you promised me more benefits, I wouldn't have made friends with you. I'm leaving, I hope we can meet again in the future. And..." Sang Kun, who had taken two steps, turned around, pointed to the back of the boy who was gradually moving away, and then said seriously: "I will treat them like eagles on the grassland to train. If you die or live, don't blame me for being cruel."

"Then I'll be fine." Ye Qing saluted Sang Kun solemnly, and then the two of them walked closer and hugged each other.

Seeing Sang Kun leaving without looking back, Old Liu, who had already run to Ye Qing, looked at Ye Qing and said anxiously: "Just just thinking about letting them remember your name and that jade pendant, but we seemed to have forgotten to give this young army a number, right? You can't just call it the Crow Army in the future, right?"

Ye Qing first glanced at Dong Chao beside him, then looked at Pou Li San. After seeing that both of them were shaking their heads, Old Liu shrugged helplessly as he looked.

So Ye Qing had no choice but to say, "Since you have no objection, it's called... the flower planting army."

"I……."

"Um……?"

"ah……?"

All three of them were stunned and glared. We shook our heads because there was no good name to name, not that we had no objection!
Chapter completed!