"Zhangba, who is this person?" asked Zhang Niujiao.

"This ......" Zhang Bayi was speechless, his face was flushed, and he couldn't say that he was ugly. He suddenly found that in the contact just now, the young man had already figured out his old background, but he even forgot to ask the other party's name, which was really a bit of a loss.

"But what did our people do to be bound? Could it be that they are meticulous and traitors?" Zhang Niujiao became impatient, and glanced to the side, and some of his own soldiers raised their eyebrows and stepped forward with their knives.

Qi Han was taken aback, he never expected that the Black Mountain Army would be so terrifying, and they would kill themselves without asking the reason. Just as he was about to open his mouth to distinguish it, the shadow in front of him flickered, and it was Zhangba who stepped forward and stopped the comer.

"This person has nothing to do with us!" shouted Zhanghachi, "he was caught here by me and Zuo Hair, and he is an innocent person. When the alliance is over, we're going to take the sack and send him back again!"

Qi Han listened to his words, but he was moved but secretly shook his head, and said in his heart, since I was tied up here by you, I have been destined to be inseparable, but I didn't expect you to be naïve, hiding me in the bushes, and preparing to wait for a while and put on a sack and then send it back? As a person in a high position, how could that bull horn see that his originally loyal subordinates were eager to defend themselves for a subordinate prisoner of unknown origin?

Zhangba didn't know what he was worried about. A moment ago, he could still use a knife to hang a knife on Qi Han's neck, treating his life as a mustard. But now he didn't want to see this man die at all. The sound of "Brother Wei Hong" still echoed in his ears, clear and refreshing, and generous, and there seemed to be traces left by those watery eyes in front of him, which were bright and clear, very clean, and not polluted by the world. The feeling that this person gave him was very unusual and strange. It's like a friend who has been friends for many years, but he doesn't have half of the mustard and wit.

Let me ask, how can such a person die by watching him? What's more, the other party was arrested by mistake because of himself and Zuo Beard......

Even if the young man revealed his knowledge of the organization, even if he was mysterious, he could not let the general kill him. Maybe it would be wise to leave the young man by his side and investigate his details first!

However, the truth is not as rosy as Zhanghachi thought. He was in a hurry to distinguish, but instead attracted Zhang Niujiao's coated gaze.

"I didn't expect our eighth brother to have this kind of habit! But this kid is indeed bewitching, much more beautiful than the 'prostitute in the city'!"

At the beginning of the battle of Wancheng, Cao Mengde drunk and said, "There are prostitutes/women in this city", which caused endless disasters, and even killed the tiger general Dian Wei and his eldest son and nephew, and almost died in the camp, which has become a laughing stock in the world. The people in the mountain bandit rebel army in various places are rough and unrestrained, and when they are laughing and playing, they all revolve around the sentence "prostitutes/women in the city", and they feel that they are very interesting, and often win countless echoes and laughter.

Unexpectedly, Lei Gong's sentence not only did not amuse Zhangba, but caused him to be furious.

Zhangba glanced at the young man on the ground with slanted eyes, and saw that his eyebrows were gathered, and his clear pupils were full of anger, obviously he was greatly insulted. I suddenly felt a pang in my heart, as if I had been pricked by a needle, and it hurt faintly. He couldn't see the young man's muddy face and stubborn and angry appearance, so he suddenly took the iron lance from the hands of his own soldiers, pointed at Lei Gong, and shouted: "If you say one more word, I won't rest with you!"

Lei Gong looked shocked, looked at the angry Zhangba in surprise, and thought: "Could it be that I was right? I haven't seen it for a year, this Zhangba has such a habit, and he loves this kind of weak man?"

Thinking of this, Lei Gong snorted coldly, and swept his roe eyes around Zhangba and Qi Han, and the word "treacherous love" seemed to be written on his face, and he looked like a god.

Several generals around glanced at each other, with different expressions on their faces, and many of them showed a good look.

Qi Han forcibly pressed the anger in his heart, observed the expressions of these people, and sneered in his heart: What a rabble! If you can succeed in this plate of loose sand, then don't I want to be the emperor?!

Seeing Qi Han staring at a pair of small beast-like eyes, Zhangba looked around, those eyes reflected the surrounding torches, and the flames danced strangely. The tense face was pale, and his face was sneering and stubborn. Zhangba was stunned, and suddenly remembered his own brother who died early. At that time, the younger brother was only fifteen years old, and was sold to the evil gentry to be a child prostitute by the elders of the clan who were greedy for personal gain. More than a dozen people surrounded Zhangba and fought with him, entangled him, and he could only watch his younger brother stare at a pair of stubborn eyes, break away from a group of evil servants, and die on the dog at the door of the evil gentleman!

Ever since he had killed the lord and the thugs, and fled to the Yellow Turban, he had rarely remembered his brother. With the Yellow Turban brothers, although the knife licks the blood and waves, it is also a large piece of meat and a lot of wine, and it is wanton and refreshing, so why do you need to look back on those unhappy things? But maybe it's because the thousands of torches in the night wind tonight are too magnificent, maybe it's Qi Han's big brother who is too crisp, or perhaps, his unyielding and stubborn look inexplicably reminds him of his dead brother, in short, a long-lost sense of pity rose in the heart of this zhangba, and for a while, the feeling of pride and sluggishness rubbed his chest at the same time, he didn't even want to think about it, he clenched the iron lance in his palm, and stood in front of the two.

Seeing this, Zhang Niujiao's face sank: "What, Zhangba, you also want to go out of Montenegro?"

Since Montenegro has no other branches, the remnants of the Yellow Turban are collectively called Montenegro, although they are not obvious on the surface, but secretly because of the lack of the kind of leadership that everyone wants, the leader of religious beliefs, can no longer achieve the glorious scene of Zhang Jiao and others when they were alive. From time to time, some people resigned, or betrayed the enemy, or hid in the countryside, even the generals of various departments were not exempt from vulgarity. Zhangba Zuo and the others are considered to be the old men of the Yellow Turban, they have always been loyal and dead-hearted, and suddenly seeing him like this, it is really difficult for Zhang Niujiao to have a good face.

"Zhangba doesn't dare, it's just that this person is not a traitor, the general is clear!" Zhangba had a face, and his eyes only stared at the disrespectful Lei Gong.

"Tsk, your lover has such a big face, I can't even say a word!"

Lei Gong was also angry, and he pulled out the spear shaft and was about to fight. His voice was so loud that it shook people's ears and hurt. This is where the nickname comes from. was about to ridicule each other again, but he saw the red-clothed man next to Zhang Niujiao moving and standing up. The man's footsteps moved, but he seemed to have given Lei Gong and Zhangba two talismans, stifling their disputes.

I saw that the Yan eyebrows were horizontal, slightly swept from the two of them, like two cold springs flowing through, Zhang Ba and Lei Gong eliminated the anger in their eyes at the same time, and lowered their heads.

Zhang Horn Golden Knife Horse stood with his chest crossed, the black helmet on his head was shiny, and his posture was extremely leisurely looking at the back of his righteous son. It seemed to be waiting for him to make the most appropriate ruling.

Under the moonlight, Qi Han narrowed his eyes slightly, swept over everyone's faces, maybe he was the only one, and found a fine light flashing under Zhang Niujiao's well-rounded gaze.

Zhang Yan glanced at Qi Han as if he was careless, and sneered: "It's just an outsider, and it seems that this person has some ability." ”

Zhangba and Lei Gong were taken by his cold gaze, and they lowered their heads at the same time, and the spear shaft and lance handle were on the ground at the same time, and they admitted their mistakes in a deep voice.

Qi Han was surprised by Zhang Yan's prestige in his heart, and his eyes swept over everyone's faces, and his brain turned quickly.

While he was calculating, Zhang Yan was also looking at him, and that cold gaze fell on his hands tied behind his back, and just when Qi Han's heart was beating like a drum and almost thought that the other party had discovered something, he swept away again.

"However, this man is indeed extraordinary and worth keeping. Zhang Yan stared at Qi Han carefully, sighed unknowingly, and then said to the Tibetan man in front of him, "Zhangba, you explain the origin of this person carefully, and the general has his own decision." ”

After speaking, he turned around and returned to Zhang Niujiao to stand up, his posture was very chic.

Qi Han thought that Zhang Yan had found something, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead. But seeing him turn back, he let out a long exhale. I thought that as soon as this person came forward, he shocked two generals with different feelings, and his posture was even more light and agile when he walked, and the soles of his feet were silent, this kind of ability can never be practiced overnight, and I admired him two more points.

Zhangba bowed here, handed the iron lance back to the hands of his own soldiers, and said to Zhang Niujiao with a deep face: "Since the second brother left, I have been thinking about Zuo Ji day and night, and I wish he would come back as soon as possible." But after he left, there was no news, and he must have been unwilling to return to the church...... I have been planning with Zuo Ji for several days, but I have not been able to find a chance, and tonight I finally waited for him to return to the accommodation of Beixin City, and I put him down with the secret incense in the sect, and wanted to bring back the good life to persuade him, what is the ...... He tied up the wrong person and tied up my brother. As he spoke, he pouted at Qi Han on the ground, and his face was full of shame and fever.