"It's just a human being who should do something for our nation." The old Liu Tou, who didn't know much about writing, suddenly came out with a philosophical and passionate sentence in the passage where the atmosphere was a little silent.

Wu Juan did not respond immediately, as if he didn't hear Lao Liu Tou's words, and he also didn't express his views and opinions on Ye Qing's tirade like he did on paper just now.

Old Liu Tou looked at Ye Qing strangely, from Ye Qing's tirade just now, he could hear Ye Qing's meaning, but it was just to win over the general in front of him for his own use.

After all, although Ye Qing had served in the Imperial City Division for some time, in the final analysis, before he had made a little merit, all his rights were illusory, or even non-existent.

Whether it is Long Dayuan and Lin Guangchao above the court or in the Imperial City Division, no one really regards Ye Qing as a threat now, but now they regard him as a person in the Imperial City Division, but they are all paying attention to him, whether it is possible to stay in the Imperial City Division for a long time.

And if you want to stay, you have to have your own power, have your own influence, and have to have the military exploits you have made to add weight to him, the deputy commander of the Imperial City Division, to show his high power in the eyes of others.

It can be said that if Ye Qing wants to hold everything in front of him firmly in his hands, or even expand his influence in the Imperial City Division, and the weight in the minds of other courtiers in the court, then his first errand is naturally only allowed to succeed and not fail!

Therefore, at this moment, in Sizhou, thousands of miles away, among the personnel who have won over the Imperial City Si Sa, the only general is naturally extremely important.

But even with such speculation, Lao Liu Tou didn't know how terrifying Ye Qing's ambition had become after arriving in Sizhou.

With a squeak, as Ye Qing and Wu Juan stood up, not only the wooden door on the opposite side was opened, but also the doors next to each other were opened almost at the same time, and what surprised Ye Qing, Wu Juan and Lao Liu Tou even more was that in the wooden door that opened in front of them, some of them came out of two men and a woman, and some of them appeared a man and a woman.

And what caught Ye Qing's attention the most was a young man with a sturdy chest and a mantle, with a rough and wild attitude unique to the grassland, and after he stepped out of the room, two disheveled, flushed and tired women appeared behind him.

"Sankun?" Ye Qing tried to bark at the young man, but he saw the rough young man, who turned around in an instant, and swept towards Ye Qing with a wolf-like indifferent look.

"Whether you understand our Chinese or not, I want to talk to you." Ye Qing also stared at the young man standing at the door, with a broad and tall figure, or should he still be a young man, and slowly said step by step.

"You...... Who are you? The young man's eyes were full of vigilance, and a kind of indifference that made people's hearts chill, looking at Ye Qing as if he was looking at his prey.

The young man's speech was very clumsy, as if he had just learned to speak, and as if he had just communicated with others, and his pronunciation was inaccurate, as if there was a hint of shyness.

Ye Qing continued to slowly approach the young man, while the Tatars who came out together and stood at the door looked at Lao Liu Tou, Wu Ju, and Ye Qing, who continued to approach the young man, with unfriendly eyes.

"Song people."

As soon as Ye Qing's words came out, he saw that the young man suddenly ran towards the exit of the passage, and between Ye Qing and the young man, a strong Tatar appeared in an instant, blocking the route that Ye Qing chased over.

"Get out of the way!" Ye Qing snorted coldly, and the whole person instantly crashed into the arms of the sturdy middle-aged man, almost at the same time as the collision, Ye Qing's elbow was raised, and one foot on the lower plate was already placed on the heel of the middle-aged man.

The elbow hit the middle-aged man's chin, and a foot blocked the space for the middle-aged man to retreat and unleash his strength, so the moment the middle-aged man raised his head, a tooth floated into the air, and the middle-aged man's back slammed into the earthen wall.

Almost in the blink of an eye, and at this time, the young man had only run a distance of only seven or eight steps, and when he turned around, he saw that Ye Qing had already knocked down the middle-aged man who was blocking, his eyes were stunned, and his body was stunned, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and continued to run forward.

Ye Qing chased after him like a shadow, and the two of them chased like lightning in the narrow passage like a steppe wolf and a cheetah.

At the same time, the old Liu Tou behind him immediately stretched out his fist to the nearest Tatar almost as soon as Ye Qing just crashed into the middle-aged man's arms.

The atmosphere that was originally still very harmonious suddenly became tense, and even the military judgment was a little unresponsive, but when Lao Liu's head hit the earthen wall heavily, the martial judge who was entangled and hesitated immediately grabbed the Tatar shoulder who strode towards Lao Liu's head, and at the first time the Tatar turned back, the fist hit the Tatar on the bridge of the Tatar's nose.

As the chaos broke out, half of the passage suddenly became a circle, and the screams of women and the angry scolding of men were heard in the room from time to time.

Ye Qing didn't hear it, he still chased after the young man who was only five or six paces apart, seeing that the young man was about to turn through the passageway, and then rushed to the simple hall of the brothel, Ye Qing was in a hurry, stepped on the side wall, and then flew from the air and pounced on the young man.

The young man was shocked by the sound of the wind behind him, and the moment he turned around, he saw a Ye Qing, who looked like a big bird, had already shone towards him.

A trace of coldness flashed in his indifferent eyes, and when the whole person turned around and was about to raise his foot to kick Ye Qing in mid-air, Ye Qing had already taken the lead in swinging his fist, and then the two slammed into each other.

Behind the Tatar young man in the passage, the door panel, which could not withstand the impact of the two strong men at all, shattered with a snap, and the two white bodies in the room instantly screamed and roared and pulled at the messy clothes at the head of the bed.

The two tall figures that rolled in from the smashed door panel quickly got up from the broken door panel almost at the same time, and did not look at the naked woman on the bed, and their fists were like raindrops, beckoning to each other's bodies.

Whether it was Ye Qing or the young man Sang Kun, they were also masters in close combat, and the two of them gasped, and their hands and feet were dazzling in the room, greeting each other heavily.

Ye Qing's every punch and elbow was either avoided by Sang Kun, or it was like hitting the earthen wall next to him, and a pain that made his fist feel painful spread from the back of his hand to his entire arm.

Sang Kun was also full of shock in his heart, on the grassland, although he couldn't rank first, he was also one of the best warriors, but today he didn't want to meet such a difficult and tough Song people.

If someone dares to punch themselves in the past, the wrist will be broken even if it is constant, or the whole arm will not be able to lift due to pain.

But the Song man in front of him, who is almost the same age as him, can not only punch him, but even his own confident punch, which can make a little calf lie down, when it hits this Song man, it is like hitting someone else, and the Song man is still unaware of the dragon, surrounding himself in the room, unable to break out of his block.

Ye Qing is most proud of his left-handed heavy punch, which is like his secret weapon, everyone thinks he is right-handed, but in fact, his left-handed heavy punch is not much better than his right-handed hand.

But today, in the battle with Sangkun, he didn't take advantage of it at all.

And there are elbows and knees that he is proud of, and after facing Sangkun, he can't play it out, Sankun's footwork changes, pulling, and borrowing force to use all the housekeeping skills of Mongolian wrestlers.

Every time Sang Kun wanted to grab Ye Qing's collar, shoulders, and waist, and then thought about using brute force to knock the other party down, every time as soon as his wrist was put up, he would be clamped by the Song people to make him unable to exert his strength.

But apparently, this Song man knew that they were wrestling badly, and he didn't give him this opportunity to pull and hug at all, and kept a half-arm's length away from him, so that he couldn't effectively use his footsteps and wrestling.

Under the inadoption, Sang Kun's ruthless eyes flashed with cruelty, and the scimitar on his waist appeared in his hand like lightning, slashing across Ye Qing's chest.

Ye Qing only felt a bright light pass through his chest, and then his chest was cold, and a cut was made in the placket of his clothes, and then when he raised his leg and pushed his knee against the opponent's waist, the field knife tied to his leg was also held in his hand, and then crossed Sang Kun's shoulder mercilessly.

From the shoulder to the lower place, Sang Kun's clothes were also damaged and opened a big gap, but fortunately, just like Ye Qing, he didn't hurt the flesh and skin.

The naked men and women in the room sat on the bed snuggled up, looking at the two people who were fighting together silently in front of them, and at this time they had completely forgotten to call for help, but stared blankly at a white light and a black light in the hands of the two people, and from time to time there was a sound of gold and iron colliding.

But obviously at this moment, Ye Qing has an advantage in physical strength, no matter what, Sang Kun has just climbed down from the two women, even if his physical fitness is strong, in the face of Ye Qing's airtight and suffocating attack that is waiting for work, he is also tired.

So as the handle of the field knife that Ye Qing held in his hand smashed on Sang Kun's wrist, looking at a white light, it flew from Sang Kun's hand to the wall behind the man and woman on the bed, and then fell on the woman's back, causing the woman to scream in horror, the field knife in Ye Qing's hand was inserted into the wall when Sang Kun just wanted to move sideways to see the start of the empty escape.

As the field knife was inserted into the earthen wall, revealing a sharp blade, Sang Kun instantly stood motionless, and his throat was only a millimeter away from the blade in Ye Qing's hand.

Even when he was panting, he could feel that the black blade was already tightly attached to his throat, if he hadn't stopped in time just now, but took another step forward, Sang Kun believed that the knife in the hand of this Song man would definitely cut off his neck.

"You're Sangkun." Ye Qing also gasped, glared at the naked screaming woman on the bed next to her, and asked in a deep voice.