Three Kingdoms Simulator: This Ma Su is too stable

Chapter 205 Let Agni Do It

Ma Su knelt on the blanket, watching the bald-haired Shoutian quietly.

Zhao Yun and others knelt and sat behind Ma Di without saying a word. They all watched the bald-haired Shoutian and put pressure on him.

The bald-haired Shoutian took another look at his son bald-haired Yuanli, then sat down slowly, raised his hand to pick up a can of horse wine from the low table, poured it into a stone bowl, and presented it respectfully with both hands.

With the slightly dim candlelight in the room, Ma Di looked at the bald Shoutian at close range: the latter looked about 50 years old, with the plateau red unique to Hexi people on his rough and dark face, compared with Han noble men of the same age , his face looked even older.

The bald-haired Shoutian was originally the prince of Tuoba Xianbei, but now he is the leader of the bald-haired Xianbei, but his face hardly has the kind of arrogance that a leader should have. misery.

Ma Di also noticed that there were three long haidongqing feathers on his hat, the feathers were dark brown in color, and some feathers had even fallen off, which looked nondescript.

It is very rude for a tribal leader to wear such a crown to entertain guests.

Obviously, the bald Shoutian either hasn't gone hunting for a long time;

Ma Di sighed slightly, but did not feel any sympathy for this.He took the horse wine, held the bowl in his hand, and continued to watch him.

Bald Shoutian withdrew his body, lowered his head, and said simply: "The Bald family is willing to listen to Master Weima, and is willing to be the dog and horse of Ji Han. I just ask the Lord to allow me to live in Hexi for generations."

The bald-haired Yuanli half-kneeled on the ground and repeated his father's words.

"Very good." Ma Di nodded, without a smile on his face, but calmly said: "Shoutian with bald hair, it's not enough to show your attitude, you have to show sincerity."

"Sincerity? What sincerity?" The bald-haired Shoutian raised his head with a blank expression on his face.

"My lord, hasn't the practice always been like this. Our tribe expressed respect and obedience, and offered some cattle, sheep and horses, and then the lord gave us some gold and silver treasures, Shu brocade, and titles. In the past, when we were in Han and Wei, It's all..."

Ma Di couldn't listen anymore, raised his hand to interrupt him, and said coldly: "It used to be the past, but now the rules have changed."

"Either you absolutely obey me, or you disappear from the earth... the world!"

"Bald-haired Shoutian, you choose one."

"My lord, is there no third way?" The bald-haired Shoutian slowly sat up straight, his voice suddenly raised.

As his words fell, countless Xianbei warriors appeared at the door, each holding sharp knives and fierce eyes.

Ma Di knew that this was a sign that the negotiations were about to break down, and Shoutian, who was bald, wanted to get rough.

So he waved his hands behind him and smiled slightly: "Shoutian with bald hair, you dare to speak loudly just because of these rotten sweet potatoes and rotten bird eggs?"

"joke!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yun jumped up, drew out his long sword, and rushed into the crowd like a wolf or a tiger.

After a while.

"My lord, I misunderstood, I misunderstood... The villain is also forced to help. You know me. It has only been more than ten years since I brought the bald-haired tribe to Hexi. In one winter, a large number of my people will starve to death, as well as children..."

The bald-haired Shoutian glanced at the corpses of the guards lying in the yard, then at the Xianbei warriors who dared not come in around the door, and at the second son, the bald-haired Yuanli, who was held back by Zhao Yun with a sword, his words were full of humbly,
There is no longer the domineering that he would rather bend than bend just now.

I chose Congxin.

Ma Di stood up slowly from the blanket, and the corner of his mouth slightly twitched, "Shoutian with bald hair, are you convinced?"

"Serve, I serve..."

The bald-haired Shoutian muttered, knelt down simply, and cast his body on the ground, "My lord, I am convinced, please forgive my ignorant son."

"Yes." Ma Di let out a cold snort from his nose: "Bald-haired Shoutian, everyone is a sensible person, so don't try to play any tricks. If you want to get your son back before sunrise tomorrow, I will take you." My grandson's bald hair tree can be exchanged!"

The bald-haired Shoutian was originally nervous, but he suddenly relaxed when he heard the words, and asked instead.

"My lord, do you need a villain to arrange a room for you? There is a small courtyard twenty feet away next door, it is very quiet..."

"can!"

"My lord, do you need a villain to arrange a woman for you?"

No need, I brought it myself... Ma Di glanced at the Qiang girl beside him, and reprimanded angrily: "Stop talking nonsense, tell them to get out of the way!"

Being reprimanded by Ma Su face to face, the bald-haired Shoutian didn't take it seriously, but the former's eyes, which had been tempered for a long time in the battlefield, seemed to be able to read people's hearts, so he didn't dare to look at him, and lowered his head in panic.

He waved his hand towards the outside of the door, and the guard door hesitantly retreated to make way for a narrow passage.

Ma Di took a step forward and just took a step when he suddenly heard the bald-haired Shoutian say:

"My lord, please stay..."

"The villain has something else to ask."

"The options that your lord gave just now are too harsh for my bald Xianbei, can you accommodate me a little bit?"

"cannot!"

Ma Su put down these words and strode away with the Qiang girl first.

Zhao Yun held the sword against the bald-haired Yuan Juehou.

A group of Xianbei warriors were left standing on the ground and looking at each other, raising their swords and swords, daring not to move.

They were not afraid of death, but the leader, bald-haired Shoutian, had only one son left, and the price of doing it rashly was a bit high.

But it is impossible for them to submit to the Shu Han like slaves.

The big Han in the past was strong enough, and now the Cao Wei of the Han Dynasty is strong enough. Even these two countries did not dare to ask them to submit to bald Xianbei slaves before.

What is a mere Shuhan?
A small country that was suppressed by the Wei State dared to make such a harsh request!

Ha ha……

The bald Shoutian thought the same way, he walked out of the room and looked at the dark night sky, and said to the little one who came out behind him: "The bald tree function, do you think we should agree to Ma Di's request and rescue your uncle? "

The bald tree Ji Neng, who was less than ten years old, said without hesitation: "Grandfather, uncle is an indomitable hero. He would not want to see the tribe become slaves of the Shu Han."

"Yeah, he doesn't want to, but he's your only uncle..." The bald-haired Shoutian sighed, stroked his grandson's head, and kept half a sentence in his throat.

He is also the only remaining son of his grandfather.

"Tree functions, what do you think we should do?" the bald-haired Shoutian asked.

The bald tree could turn its head and look twenty feet away, the next door under the darkness of night looked like a sleeping tiger.

He paused every word, and his immature words revealed a calmness that adults may not necessarily possess: "Grandfather, I am still a child, and I don't understand these things, just let you decide."

"I'm going back to sleep."

After saying that, he ran back to the house.

As the night darkened and the cool breeze picked up, the shore of Juyan Lake was quiet.

At the third watch, even Zhao Yun couldn't bear the drowsiness a little bit, so he leaned against the wall with his sword in his arms and dozed off.

Suddenly, a gleam of fire burst out from the small courtyard next door without any warning, and shot up into the sky with lightning speed.

In the room, the bald tree machine was lying on the window, and the moment he saw the flames soaring into the sky, he turned around and threw himself on the bed, choked up with a sob.

The bald-haired Shoutian who had a panoramic view of this scene stood at the door, raised his head, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he didn't feel the slightest joy in his heart that "the enemy is about to be eliminated".

(End of this chapter)