395: Chapter 395 Accepting the Surrender of the Wotu

Several other members of the Qihuo Army also stepped forward, pressing down on Wutu's shoulders to exert pressure on him.

Wutu felt his knees buckle, and his body lunged forward uncontrollably.

With a "thud," Wutu was forced to kneel before Zhang Liang.

He gritted his teeth, his facial muscles contorted, and his heart was filled with humiliation, but in this predicament, he was helpless.

Zhang Liang looked down at Wutu, his gaze calm yet carrying an unquestionable authority.

"Wutu, are you willing to surrender to me and acknowledge me as your master?"

"I can spare your life."

Zhang Liang spoke slowly, his voice echoing within the yurt.

"Hmph!"

Wutu gave a cold snort and turned his head away, clearly unwilling.

"I'm giving you face, yet you refuse it."

"The leader is willing to spare your life, yet you show no gratitude!"

Seeing this, Gudu was about to step forward to teach him a lesson, but Zhang Liang raised a hand to stop him.

He asked once more, "Do you truly refuse to surrender?"

Wutu raised his head, a flash of anger in his eyes as he said, "Hmph, you old geezers! If it weren't for a sneak attack, how could you have defeated me!"

Zhang Liang smiled slightly, a hint of mockery in his expression. "Success makes a king, failure makes a bandit. That is all."

"I will give you ten breaths of time to consider. If you do not surrender, I will have no choice but to make an example of you to intimidate the other warriors of the Langwo Tribe who are unwilling to submit."

A sharp glint appeared in Zhang Liang's eyes.

After crossing the Gobi Desert, encountering sandstorms, and experiencing life and death, Zhang Liang's heart had long since become as hard as a rock.

He said, "His Majesty the Head of State of the Great Qin Empire is very fond of publishing articles in the newspapers. I once read an article he wrote."

"There was a soldier who, after being captured, was unwilling to reveal what he knew."

"In order to extract the information he wanted, the enemy commander ordered that three thousand six hundred cuts be made on his body."

"During the process of inflicting these three thousand six hundred cuts, the executioner must possess superb knife skills and a profound understanding of the human body, knowing where to cut to ensure the person does not die."

"The executioner must ensure that the victim only dies after the full three thousand six hundred cuts have been made."

"This punishment is called—Lingchi!"

"That soldier did not dare to endure those three thousand six hundred cuts..."

Zhang Liang's cold gaze fixed on Wutu, whose heart was racing, and he said expressionlessly, "I do not know, Chief Wutu, if you can withstand these three thousand six hundred cuts."

"You, you, you..."

Wutu looked at Zhang Liang with a face full of terror.

"Devil! You... you are a devil!"

Zhang Liang was a scholar; his physique was nowhere near as massive as Wutu's.

But at this moment, in Wutu's eyes, Zhang Liang was an incredibly terrifying devil.

He had never seen such a terrifying person.

For them, people of the grasslands, killing was a matter of a single blade stroke; they didn't have so many elaborate methods to make someone die only after being cut three thousand six hundred times.

It was too terrifying!

This man was simply too terrifying!

It wasn't just Wutu who found Zhang Liang terrifying; even Gudu and the others felt an inexplicable chill down their spines.

They became increasingly respectful toward Zhang Liang, not daring to offend him in the slightest.

"I wonder, Chief Wutu, if you can endure these three thousand six hundred cuts."

Zhang Liang said, "I'm truly looking forward to it."

"No, don't..."

Wutu was consumed by fear.

Death was not scary; what was scary was a fate worse than death.

Inflicting three thousand six hundred cuts would undoubtedly be an extremely long process.

Wutu simply could not imagine how he could possibly endure those three thousand six hundred cuts.

Where do dogs come from?

Dogs were domesticated from wolves.

Wolves also often submit to creatures stronger than themselves.

Zhang Liang was stronger than Wutu.

Before Zhang Liang, Wutu no longer had any thoughts of resistance.

"I surrender."

Wutu seemed as if all his spiritual energy had been drained away.

"A wise man submits to circumstances."

Zhang Liang nodded with great satisfaction.

"Do not feel that submitting to me is a shameful thing."

Zhang Liang said, "As long as you truly submit to me, you will remain the chief of the Langwo Tribe."

"What!"

When Zhang Liang said this, not only was Wutu shocked, but Gudu also looked at Zhang Liang in disbelief.

They truly couldn't understand why, after planning for so long to take over the Langwo Tribe, Zhang Liang wouldn't become the chief himself but instead gave the position back to Wutu.

"Why!"

Wutu's first reaction was suspicion.

Gudu's gaze also locked onto Zhang Liang; he too wanted to know what was on Zhang Liang's mind.

Zhang Liang's eyes gleamed as he said, "I want to take down the Canglang Tribe."

"What are you saying!"

Upon hearing Zhang Liang say this, both Gudu and Wutu showed expressions of disbelief on their faces.

Wait, is this for real?

They exclaimed, "That is a large tribe with a population of over ten thousand!"

"With just our small numbers, how could we possibly take them down?"

The Canglang Tribe controls copper and tin mines; by selling ores, they live a very comfortable life.

No tribe has been able to seize the copper and tin mines from the Canglang Tribe's hands—do you think it's because they didn't want to?