Yang Chaoran climbed the turret several times to observe the scene over there.

On the side of Xiaoyangzhuang, the fireworks were intense, and the black smoke was swirling, evil, terrifying, and soaring into the sky.

Yang Chaoran didn't know what happened to the villagers in Xiaoyangzhuang, and whether they could escape safely, and he was a little uneasy.

The telescope can't see what happened over there.

While he was thinking, the chubby secretary came over and bowed his head: "Taijun, look, the meat we prepared for the imperial army has been cooked, various dishes are being prepared, and the steamed buns have been steamed in several large pots, cough cough cough, as long as the imperial army comes back, they will be able to eat the prepared wine and food immediately, by the way, the wine is also ready!" That, Taijun, those people in the dungeon......"

Yang Chaoran was stunned for a moment, and choked the short neck of the secretary with his hand, with a hideous face: "Dungeon? Where is it? How many people are being held? What identity? You make it clear, otherwise, your conscience will be greatly broken! ”

The secretary was frightened and hurriedly said, "Don't, Taijun, you just came, right?" Taijun, there are more than a dozen suspected bandits in the dungeon, they haven't eaten for a few days, they are also human beings, if they don't give them some food today, they will starve to death! ”

Yang Chaoran didn't expect this to be the case, and suddenly, he looked the secretary up and down carefully.

"To the west, you are full of heaven, the earth pavilion is round, the seal hall is shining, and the people are clear, you are a good person! Good! Handsome guy. ”

Unexpectedly, the secretary was frightened.

"Taijun, you, you are so knowledgeable and proficient in our Chinese culture, please let me go!"

The secretary was in a hurry and was about to cry.

This secretary has a big head and a thick neck, and he is very rough, but his complexion is ruddy, his skin is delicate, and his white is translucent red.

Yang Chaoran patted him on the shoulder: "What do you mean?" Could it be that the prince won't let you go? Doing you a courtesy? ”

The secretary trembled: "No, no, no, Taijun, no, I, I beg you, I plead with the people in the dungeon, because there are fellow villagers from our village inside, Taijun don't kill me." I'm not a bandit. ”

Yang Chaoran laughed evilly: "Secretary, do you listen to me?" ”

The secretary quickly nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

Yang Chaoran hugged the head of the secretary and hugged him, and the two of them grinded their ears and temples.

"Secretary, if you don't listen to me, my temper is not very good, and I still like to be courteous to men!"

"Huh?" The secretary frantically broke free of Yang Chaoran, and knelt down: "Taijun, don't, don't, don't!" I listen to you, everything is up to you! ”

Yang Chaoran sighed: "I didn't expect that in this little devil's stronghold, there is such a pure dog tail grass, positive energy." It's a little higher than my mind. ”

The secretary looked around, there will be no one else, this is the top of the turret.

"Taijun, in fact, we can find women here, if it really doesn't work, you can also find other guys, I, no, you can't kill me!" The secretary was ashamed and angry, and he had to hold back.

Yang Chaoran smiled: "If you want to go west, we will work in the field below, and the men will be concentrated!" ”

Below, the men gathered together, lined up, and stretched their necks like Donald Ducks.

Yang Chaoran held his hands behind his back, and the ground injury on his left arm was actually healed, and he was at ease.

Wandering around in front of the guy, one by one they looked at each other's eyes close to their faces, and their mouths were slurking.

The secretary was so disgusted that he almost threw up, six or seven men, but he was inexplicable.

"Are you willing to listen to my orders, or are you willing to be my subordinate and let me perform the courtesy of Zhou Gong?" Yang Chaoran said word by word.

"Huh? Zhou Gong's gift? "All the guys looked at each other and were confused.

Yang Chaoran knew that the cultural quality of this group of men was too poor, and there was not much training in Chinese studies, so he asked the secretary to explain.

The secretary approached the man with an embarrassed expression and bit his ears one by one.

"Huh?" One by one, the guys who understood it were dumbfounded!

Some vomited directly, and two of them wanted to run when they stood up!

Yang Chaoran used a pistol to force them to continue to stand honestly.

"Would you like to?"

The guys were furious.

Two of them jumped up: "Little devil, you're not a human, you're a dog!" You are a wolf, you are a pig, pigs and dogs are not as good, there is no human taste! ”

"You kill Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will not be so badly abused by you when he dies!"

The other guys were excited, and they all patted their chests, and they were very sad and angry.

Yang Chaoran laughed, this bottom-line thinking test is still effective: "So, you still have a little bit of humanity?" And a little bit of man's dignity? Well, let me ask you, why do you want to be a lackey and a traitor for the devil? ”

If these guys don't behave like this, Yang Chaoran will go on a killing spree!

Get rid of this garbage!

The excited and sad looks of the secretary and several men quickly froze: "You? Are you really an imperial army? Didn't you force us? Our family is in Liangzhuang, if we don't come to be a husband, can we still have a life? Our family doesn't want to suffer. ”

Yang Chaoran was relieved: "Your land, the hardcore traitor is not, go and give the people in the dungeon something to eat first, and then release it, my land, other things, immediately ask the superior Taijun!" ”

The secretary and several of his men fled as if they had been granted amnesty.

Yang Chaoran returned to the turret, completely killed the devil, broke the neck of the puppet army, and completely solved the hidden danger, and then came out with the captured weapons and ammunition.

Originally, I wanted to coerce these puppet soldiers to do something, but now, I don't need it.

The dungeon is not far from the kitchen, and above it is a bungalow, and if you don't enter it, you don't know at all, more than a dozen ragged people came out one after another, wet all over, a turbid and foul smell, and some unknown flocculent objects floating in their hair......

These people, who were extremely weak, trembled when they walked, looking at Yang Chaoran, a little devil with a loaded gun, there was neither fear nor hatred, but indifference and dizziness, their eyes were not adapted to the light outside, and they were squinting.

Two other people came out and fell to the ground, gulping and vomiting stinky water.

There are also two, who are shorter in stature, have bulging bellies, and seem to have drunk a lot of water.

With sallow faces and wooden expressions, these people seem to be ghosts on the verge of death.

Yang Chaoran didn't expect that the dungeon was a water dungeon, so torturous.

"Quick, give them a bath immediately, isn't there hot water after steaming buns? Add cold water and mix well, and give them a bath! Yang Chaoran became anxious.

A few minutes later, these people were washed in warm water in the compound of the stronghold, and the secretary came over with steamed buns, and they snatched them up.

"Thank you, old pimple! Did you let us go with your kind words in front of Taijun? After eating steamed buns, he had the strength, and a young man with a donkey's face kowtowed to the secretary.

The secretary hurriedly pointed at Yang Chaoran: "It's that Taijun!" ”

Everyone hurriedly kowtowed to Yang Chaoran: "Thank you for the kindness of the Oriental Taijun." ”