The Qiang camp and the Ji camp were in high spirits, and there were more than a thousand Hu camp and a slave army of more than a thousand people.

Qiangying and Jiying looked at Yang Zheng with eyes full of admiration.

In the Hu camp, the slave army was in panic and fear.

This kind of panic and fear cannot be driven away by any words.

Yang Zheng could only find another way to push out the family members of Ye Wudai and General Hu and pin them in front of the camp.

The cries of women and children and the angry curses of the old man were heard.

"Kill them!" Yang Zheng's face was as serious as iron.

Shao Tixi gritted his teeth and raised his sword, commanding Hu Ying to stand behind the slave army.

"If you don't kill them, you will die!" Yang Zheng said calmly, but the murderous intent in his words made people shudder.

No one doubted his words.

Until trust is established, fear can only be used to intimidate them.

Yang Zheng didn't want to do this either.

However, in the face of life and death, there is no time to slowly cultivate feelings and trust.

No one knew how he was feeling at the moment. He was trembling with fear, walking on thin ice, and facing an abyss.

The knife in the slave's hand finally fell.
Chapter completed!