"Since you are a member of the Xu family, how dare you come to the general's barracks, you don't know that the person he killed last year is the master's son?"

Hai Linbao sneered at Old Man Xu:

"If you want the master to let you go, it's simple, go and tell your family master, send that Xu Shiyang's head, and then talk about offerings."

"Master, that Xu Shiyang is domineering at home, and my master really can't take him." Old man Xu kowtowed heavily and begged: "My master is willing to give the details of Xu Shiyang's subordinate department with both hands, and I only ask the master to raise his noble hand and spare my family a ......." ”

"Hehe, interesting, you mean, your family director can't live that guy named Xu Shiyang?"

"Yes, that Xu Shiyang is born with divine power, and he also has to have a set of military training, and the head of the family can't hold him at all." Old man Xu replied: "The family wants to make offerings to Dajin, and he draws a knife in the ancestral hall to force everyone to ......." ”

"It's kind of interesting." Hailin Baole: "So, this Xu Shiyang is a warrior?" ”

"This ...... is indeed a bit brave ......."

"If it's just a bit of bravery, how can you kill Haihuri?" Hai Linbao said loudly: "I am the heaviest warrior of Dajin, and I am willing to give Xu Shiyang a chance." ”

"Come on, take this old man to find Xu Shiyang, and tell him that if he is willing to give me a lot of gold, he will spare him from dying."

Hai Linbao glanced at the stunned old man Xu, and said with a smile:

"Ben will order him to be the striker, attack the other dock forts of the Xu family, and tell him that he can take 10% of the wealth and silk children."

"Huh!?" Old man Xu was stunned, what does this mean? Let Xu Shiyang surrender and counterattack Xujiawu Fort?

"Master! No! Master! That Xu Shiyang ....... ”

"Take this old man down!" Hai Linbao waved his hand impatiently, and the two Jurchen soldiers, one left and one right, dragged the old man Xu who was still struggling away.

"Hmph, do you want to survive with a broken tail?" Hai Linbao said to himself: "I don't want to see if you have that qualification." ”

……

Sure enough, the Tartar came.

Unlike the last time when someone was too careless and was raided by the Tartars and broke the fort, this time all the families in Juzhou entered a state of intense preparation.

However, not many people have the confidence to defend their homeland, because there are too many Tartars who came this time—a true Jurchen of Meng'an, and another Yanyun Han Meng'an.

Adding up to two thousand troops, all of them are elite and strong generals, far from being comparable to the militia of Dock Fort.

Moreover, this time the attitude of the Tartars was also different from usual, in previous years, most of the dock forts as long as they paid enough tribute such as wealth and women, and the Jurchens did not mind letting go of the honest dock forts.

However, this time, all the dock forts that stood in the way of the Jin army's offensive route were destroyed.

The Jurchens cried all the way to the sky, and countless Wubao people, carrying their little possessions, staggered and followed the Jurchen army under the supervision of the Jurchen and Han servant army, and anyone who could not keep up with the team would be immediately killed, and many more would be exhausted and die of starvation.

The road was lined with corpses, and wild dogs and crows wandered around the Jurchen ranks, biting and fighting for the ever-increasing feast.

This hellish situation terrified all the temporarily surviving Dock Forts, and they had no choice but to send messengers again and again, offering more tribute, and praying for the other party to raise their noble hands.

However, all the envoys and tributes were like mud oxen into the sea, and they could not return a single response from the Jurchens.

On the contrary, Xu Shiyang, who was the only one who did not contact the Tartars and wanted to fight with them, suddenly saw several Jurchen envoys.

A total of 5 people came from the other side, a leading Jurchen warrior, three Jurchen slave soldiers, and Old Man Xu.

Xu Shiyang looked at this group of people with a smile, he didn't expect that the Tartar, who everyone wanted to stammer, did not respond to others, but came to the territory of his pure enemy.

Isn't this Jurchen a bunch of M?

The Jurchen warrior held his head high and looked at Xu Shiyang with his nostrils: "You are the Xu Shiyang who killed Haihuli?" ”

It's not bad to be able to speak Chinese.

That's a lot easier.

"I'm the Xu Shiyang who killed you."

Xu Shiyang smiled and waved his hand, and more than a dozen selectors rushed up and pressed them all to the ground before the Jurchens could react.

"You dog! What do you want to do to me, master! Let go of me! ”

Xu Shiyang turned a deaf ear to the Jurchen warriors' scolding, and pulled out the sword from his waist and slashed straight down.

Blood gushed out, the shouting and scolding stopped abruptly, and the Jurchen warrior's head rolled down at Old Man Xu's feet.

Old man Xu felt that he was about to faint, and a head had fallen at his feet before he came, and now it was another one.

No wonder that Jurchen Meng'an values Xu Shiyang, they are indeed the same ruthless people.

Xu Shiyang's blade smeared twice on the headless corpse, and then he just held the cold and shining sword, staring at Old Man Xu.

I could see that the old man's hair was straight.

"Third ......, third brother ......."

"Why did Uncle Butler come with the Tartar?" Xu Shiyang smiled and asked, "Could it be that my uncle has already voted for Tartar?" ”

"It's not like that! That's not true! Old man Xu defended in a panic: "I'm just here to send tribute!" It's just a tribute! ”

The sword was lightly rested on Old Man Xu's shoulder, and he could clearly see that there were still crimson blood stains on it.

The old man trembled with fright, and could not say a word.

"Then why did the Tartars bring you to me?" Xu Shiyang asked with a smile.

"It's because of ......."

"Don't lie, I still have 3 Tartars to kill."

Xu Shiyang pointed at the three money rat tails lying on the ground with a Japanese knife:

"Take them elsewhere and interrogate them separately, and I will kill whoever says something different."

A few of the Chosen Frontmen smirked and dragged away the struggling Tartar slaves.

Xu Shiyang was not worried about their loyalty, but the real Jurchens, whose slave soldiers were mainly composed of Han, Bohai, Khitan, or Goryeo, and their loyalty to the Jin State was very suspicious.

This is also the reason why Xu Shiyang did not cut them down at the first time, and only killed a Jurchen who took the lead.

"Now, tell me the truth, why does my uncle want you to go to see the Tartar? Then why did the tartar throw you before me again? ”

There was a suppressed howl in the distance, sounding like the kind of sound that a person is making when he is in great pain and gagged, and although it is not loud, it seems even more permeating.

"Third Brother ......"

Xu Mujiang's housekeeper screamed, his spirit completely collapsed, and he quickly told the truth as it was.

Now it was Xu Shiyang's turn to be dumbfounded.

"You mean, Uncle wants to sacrifice me in exchange for a tartar and raise a noble hand?"

He asked incredulously.

"I was betrayed by my own relatives?"