AWB Chapter 193 Cleaning
Chapter 193 Cleaning
As the encirclement continued to shrink, Song Chunlin and his men killed all the barbarians at a very small cost. In the end, only the general and a few people who looked like leaders were left.
The Tatar general cursed at Gu Fengyue and the others in his not very fluent Chinese, but the effect was quite funny. Song Chunlin could not help but burst out laughing. As he laughed, the girls and boys of Dajing behind him couldn't help laughing too, especially the children. They were still relatively ignorant, and when they heard the Tatars tied up with vines and pressed to the ground, spitting out strange Chinese words, the children could no longer hold back their laughter.
Seeing these people laughing at them, the Tatars were getting mad. Gu Fengyue got a signal from Song Chunlin and raised his sword to kill those small leaders.
Finally, only the Tatar general was left. Seeing that everyone around him was dead and he was still tied up tightly by this strange plant, he finally felt a little fear in his heart.
For the first time in his life, he realized that plants can also obey people's commands. Suddenly, a vine climbed up the Tatar general's neck. Thinking of the strange death of his men, the general felt cold all over and began to tremble uncontrollably.
However, Song Chunlin failed to kill him because Gu Fengyue asked this man to go back and bring a message. The two men began to whisper to each other with their backs to the Tatar general and did not take him seriously at all.
Song Chunlin was unhappy: "Why should we let him go? He and his men killed so many of us, stole so much food, and... hurt so many girls and boys, many of whom were still minors. He could do such a thing to children. Isn't it like letting a tiger go back to the mountain if we let him go?"
Gu Fengyue looked at his angry expression and squeezed his hand helplessly: "We killed all his soldiers. Not only did he fail to grab food this time, but he also lost so many soldiers. When he returns, their Khan will never let him go easily. He will be tortured. It might be worse than death."
Song Chunlin was convinced. He hummed twice, which meant he agreed.
Gu Fengyue continued, "I need him to go back and tell them something, in case their people can't wait for them and send people to attack us again, what should we do?"
Song Chunlin really agreed this time: "Okay, what do you want him to say back?"
Gu Fengyue did not answer, but turned around and walked up to the Tatar general, cut the tendons of his right hand and left foot, and then signaled Song Chunlin to release the vines.
Song Chunlin didn't do much, he just raised his eyebrows slightly, and the vines began to drill into the ground. The surviving girls and boys all respected the elusive vines, while the children were much more naive. They watched the vines leave with interest, and some brave ones even reached out to touch them. When the vines noticed it, they stopped and let the children touch them, and then quickly fled under Song Chunlin's death gaze.
There was no trace of vines left on the desolate Gobi Desert, and the sun was rising at this moment. The bright sun shone on the blood-stained land. Looking at the corpses of Tatars all over the ground, the tense string of everyone suddenly broke.
"I killed them? I killed them!" A girl sat on the ground, her hands still shaking from using a knife to chop people, but even though she was shaking, she did not let go of the knife that was too heavy for her.
The others also seemed to have finally lost their temper. They sat on the ground, their bodies trembling, with tears and smiles on their faces.
Seeing that they were not in good condition, Song Chunlin took out several water bags filled with spiritual spring water, distributed them to everyone, and told them to take a sip each.
The group of people didn't pay attention to where Song Chunlin took out the water bag from. They took the water bag and started drinking water, one after another. The spiritual spring water went down their stomachs. A night of fear and worry had left their bodies exhausted. With the nourishment of the spiritual spring water, at least there would be no physical problems. The biggest problem now was probably their mental state.
Anyone who has lost their family and been abused by others will be left with psychological trauma, but mental illness needs to be treated with mental medicine, and Song Chunlin is powerless to do anything about this.
Gu Fengyue had already told the Tatar general what he wanted to say, then he knocked the man out with a knife, and then he led a horse over, threw the man on it, and slapped the horse's butt hard. The horse ran away. Gu Fengyue was not afraid that he would not be able to go back, because the horses on the grassland all knew the way.
"What a pity, it's a good horse." Gu Fengyue felt a little distressed.
Seeing his distressed expression, Song Chunlin gave the horse a mental suggestion without thinking. After ten days, the horse would come back by itself, and he would record Gu Fengyue's surprised expression at that time.
The group of people took a rest on the spot. After drinking the spiritual spring water, everyone regained their strength. Song Chunlin also gave a bottle to Gu Fengyue. Song Chunlin himself drank a large bottle. It was quite tiring to manipulate mutant plants at close range.
Just when they finished drinking the water and were about to go back, a team of Gu family soldiers led the garrison troops and arrived here. They had prepared for both sides to suffer losses and wanted to support the two men, but they did not expect that when they saw the corpses of the Tatars all over the ground, they fell silent.
Song Chunlin touched his nose and it seemed that he had accidentally opened it wide again.
Gu Fengyue stepped forward and did not say much about what happened on the battlefield. He just asked everyone to clean up the battlefield and take back the captured people and the food stolen by the Tatars.
Gu Fengyue didn't say anything, and the other soldiers naturally didn't ask too many questions. They quickly divided into several teams to clean up the battlefield, dig pits to bury the bodies, count the supplies and horses, and escort the girls, boys and children back. By the way, some people went back to Bai Ta City to report the situation here to General Qi.
There is strength in numbers. Song Chunlin watched as they dug a huge pit about one meter deep in their well-trained positions. These Dajing soldiers did not think of burying the bodies deeply. They were not their own people anyway. If they were dug out and eaten by passing wild wolves, that would be their fate. Who told them to run to Dajing's territory, bully the people of Dajing, and steal Dajing's food? It was their own fault.
Song Chunlin was a little disgusted: "The pit is too small, it will stink."
The corner of the mouth of a Gu family soldier twitched a few times, and then he replied respectfully: "Young master, these people are Tatars, we have to go back to help the people rebuild their homes." The implication is that we don't have time, so let it stink.
Song Chunlin ran to Gu Fengyue's horse, pretended to rummage around in the saddle, took out two bottles of industrial alcohol, then came to the big pit and asked the soldiers to sprinkle the industrial alcohol on the Tatars' bodies.