Judging from the skills of these people, they can easily deal with the guards sent by the chief soldier to protect him secretly, and they can jump off such a high cliff without any turbulence in the boat, which shows that they are all masters with special skills. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

If they were hostile to him and wanted to kill him, he would have no way to live.

The middle-aged literati secretly swallowed a few saliva, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are you?" ”

An Lao Dali ignored the second question of the middle-aged literati, and casually answered his previous question: "Mr. Lu is the most relied on and newly appointed person of the Danzhou General Army, and his prestige is far and wide, no one knows in Danzhou, and no one knows it!" It is not surprising that we know Mr. Lu's prestige. ”

The tone was full of disdain and mockery.

How can middle-aged literati not hear it.

Of course, he is famous in Danzhou, because of the favor of the general soldier, although he has no official position, but the power in his hands is quite large, and he is called "Mr. Lu" by others wherever he goes.

In private, some people even call him "Lu Xiang".

Those who assist the monarch of a country are also.

called him a small staff member "Lu Xiang", that is because in Danzhou, the chief soldier is the emperor of the soil!

He used to be proud of this, thinking that it was extremely rare for a scholar to achieve his own level, enough to glorify his ancestors.

But at this time, hearing this sentence from the mouth of the man in black in front of him, he didn't have his usual pride, only nervousness, always feeling that the back of his neck was cold, and a high-hanging big knife might fall down at any time.

The middle-aged literati subconsciously stretched out a hand and touched his neck.

Boss An clasped his arms around his chest and secretly sneered at the pustule of a middle-aged literati.

The middle-aged literati swallowed his saliva, tried his best to maintain his apparent composure, and asked in a trembling voice, "You, where do you want to go?" ”

The middle-aged literati originally wanted to ask, "Who are you?" What do you want to do", but thinking that his previous question had not been answered, it was obvious that the group of people in front of him did not want to reveal their identities, and he was afraid that if he asked again and annoyed these people with special skills, they would simply kill him, so he had to change the question aggrievedly.

As soon as Boss An heard the middle-aged literati say this, he understood that he had succumbed in his heart.

In the hearts of middle-aged literati, probably in the face of their own lives, what "loyalty" and "loyalty" and the like are not worth mentioning at all.

Although Boss An is not ashamed of the middle-aged literati, the pus-filled appearance of the middle-aged literati saves him a lot of effort.

Being able to reach the enemy camp earlier would be more sure that Liu Zhi would not be harmed.

Boss An saw the situation clearly, and he was not tortuous and tactful, and replied directly: "The place Mr. Lu wants to go is the place we want to go." It just so happened that we were still short of a guide, and we were afraid that we would be rejected on the road, so we had to take Mr. Lu's downwind boat. ”

When the middle-aged literati heard this, how could they not understand that the plan of the chief soldier had already been seen through by these people, and these were the people of Lord Qincha in front of him, and they wanted to escort him to the enemy camp so that Lord Qincha could be rescued.

The middle-aged literati fell to the bow of the boat with a weak foot, and one did not sit firmly, and his body fell backwards and rolled into the cabin with a crackle.

Before the middle-aged literati could stand up, Boss An handed over a look, and immediately someone stepped forward, ignoring the middle-aged literati's shouts to stop him, groping in the arms of the middle-aged literati for a while, and took out a letter and a half-shell similar to the effect of a talisman.

The guards handed the searched items to Boss An.

Boss An took it, opened the letter unceremoniously, and read it in a low voice in public: "I have fulfilled my promise, and the rest is up to you." Life and death, wealth and wealth, in one fell swoop. ”

Probably because he was afraid that the other party would not be able to remember the original agreed plan, the Danzhou general soldier specially mentioned their plan in the letter, which was just convenient for Boss An.

"They plan to take your lordship hostage and use it as a threat to intimidate us when we attack the city tomorrow. Then pretend that the adult has to surrender and negotiate peace, and after the conditions are 'negotiated', he will take the opportunity to kill the adult, and finally push all this onto the adult's head! An Laoda said indignantly, "What a trick to kill people with a knife and frame him!"

With such mental scheming, he does not want to resist foreign enemies, but uses them on his own people to seek personal interests, which is really in vain.

No, it should be in vain!

Ahh ”

Boss An was filled with righteous indignation, spat at the middle-aged literati, and cursed: "You have been blinded by all your knowledge, and all of them have been used to do these shady things!" ”

was arrested, and the middle-aged literati just wanted to forcibly quibble, but they couldn't justify themselves, so they had to hang their heads in a daze, trying to think of a way to get rid of their crimes.

Lord Qincha seems to have been prepared for a long time, and he has made it clear early on that he wants to completely rectify the attitude of the Danzhou garrison, he previously chose the side of the current general army for his own vested interests, and now, the two sides seem to be evenly matched, so does he want to make his choice again?

The middle-aged literati's heart wanders.

"If you still want to live, give me honest and obedient words in a while. Otherwise, if something happens to you, you can wait for the burial! Elder An's eyes were split, and he pointed at the middle-aged literati's nose and scolded.

The other guards stared at the middle-aged literati in unison, their eyes cold and fierce, and they were so angry that they hated to breathe fire.

When the middle-aged literati saw this, where did he dare to hesitate anymore, he had long forgotten the so-called loyalty to the Danzhou general soldiers, which he always talked about on weekdays, and nodded busily.

He didn't know if Lord Chincha would be able to get out of the enemy camp smoothly, but he knew very well that once Lord Chincha was hurt a little, these wolf-like people in front of him would inevitably be doubled back from him.

He is a powerless literati, but he can't resist the tendons and ruthlessness of these people.

When the time comes, his life will be gone, what will he do with so much gold, silver, jewelry, power and wealth!

Seeing that the middle-aged literati were "sensible and interesting", Mr. An was disdainful of this on the one hand, and relieved on the other hand.

Pulling up the middle-aged literati, and putting the letters, tokens and other things into his arms, and finally pulling his shirt for him, tidying it up, Boss An warned again: "When you arrive at the enemy camp in a while, you know what to say in your own heart."

In case something goes wrong at that time, although I can't guarantee that I will kill the enemy in the midst of thousands of troops and protect Lord Qincha to escape safely, there is still no problem in slaughtering you. ”