Fuyang Ferry is a small town, stationed in the Liao army left behind the back road more than 2,000 troops, but more than 2,000 people actually guarded for more than half a month, during which it seems that there was no attack, at this time, one by one, the clothes and armor are complete, the dragon and the dragon are vigorously driving the carriage full of wine and meat, and come out with a smile to reward Gao Mohan's main army.

Naturally, the captive refugees did not have this treatment, and were driven into the camp by a team of Liao cavalry. When Zhang Yue walked into the camp with the crowd, he only felt a deep shock.

A foul smell almost stunned him, and the black crowd was staggered and distributed, and the few large irregular clearings in the middle were also full of all kinds of garbage. Fortunately, the weather was good, it did not rain, and the refugees camped in the open air, and there was nothing to do for a short time.

Zhang Yue could only follow the crowd influx, find an open space to sit down, and pick at his feet exhausted, picking up the big bulging blisters on the soles of his feet. I hadn't taken a shower for many days, and the smell of sweat on my body was very strong, and my belly was starting to rumble.

At this time, a group of Liao soldiers carried a dozen steaming wooden barrels into the camp, put them in the open space and turned away. The refugees' eyes were shining like wolves, and their Adam's apples rolled up and down, but no one got up, and from time to time they looked in awe at a middle-aged strong man in his thirties in the crowd.

The man was tall, wearing a gray-white straw hat on his head, and half of his side face was full of beards, and he looked very powerful, but he was hidden behind the crowd, and he was not visible.

A thin, gray-haired old man couldn't hold back any longer, and rushed forward to make a move, when with a snap, a broken shoe flew and hit him the back of the head.

"Do you know the gauge?" A young man beside the strong man stepped out, looked at the dazed old man with a smile and asked.

"Gauge Gauge Gauge ...... My grandson is so hungry that he is running out of gas, so the owner of the village will open the net and do it! The old man pleaded with some indignation.

"I don't count if I say this, it is impossible for the owner of Xuanzhuang to favor one over the other, you have to complain...... I can only blame myself for my bad luck...... Go, go, go! Maybe you'll get a bowl of gruel later! ”

"Hmph...... Old man, I went to ask the owner of Xuanzhuang to ......"

The old man walked angrily towards the crowd, but before he could get close to the bearded man, he was stopped. He wanted to force his way over, but was pushed to the ground, and the old man was anxious and angry, crying there and refusing to leave.

"Look...... What kind of bird owner is that person, the show is about to start! Zong Jingcheng quickly noticed, pulled Yang Shouzhen and Xue Wenqian over, and said meaningfully.

"Got it! Do you want to fight the grievances? Zhang Yue asked tentatively.

"Whatever he does! It's not just a few buckets of gruel, anyway, we can't miss a ......" Zong Jingcheng looked indifferent.

Zhang Yue has been secretly paying attention, and the bearded master of the village only glanced back at the old man in the field, and soon turned his head away, turning a blind eye like an old monk. The porridge bucket in the clearing was still steaming, and almost all the refugees were staring at the bearded man, waiting for him to order the distribution.

The Liao soldiers outside the camp seemed to be accustomed to these commonplace and did not enter the camp to interfere. I also know that there are more than 2,000 people in this camp, if there is no leader to come to the town, it is simply a toad raising silkworms, killing people every day, and the last one is not left, and the previous efforts are wasted, and the person who still robs a bird.

"Today...... Start with the south block! Master Xuanzhuang finally spoke, and his subdued voice was very penetrating, resounding throughout the camp.

"Slow!" Zhang Yue stood up with a sigh, and everyone's eyes looked at him with compassion.

"What do you do? Don't force yourself out and cause trouble! Zong Jingcheng was startled, and immediately grabbed Zhang Yue to advise.

"Shoot when it's time to shoot! Since I'm here, I'm going to be involved in setting the rules! Zhang Yue chuckled, his bright and divine gaze completely contracted, and became sharp.

Zong Jingcheng opened his mouth, and suddenly froze, his face was incredible, and his flickering eyes showed that he was not calm in his heart, and he intuitively felt that this should be done by himself, but he was very entangled.

Zhang Yue ignored the few people who were in a daze behind him, pushed away the crowd in front of him, and strode towards the owner of Xuanzhuang who was sitting on the ground in the distance.

"Huh? What a guts! "Now the owner of Xuanzhuang finally realized that the person who came was not good! I no longer dared to sit on the ground to participate in Zen, and slowly stood up, the burly figure stood out like a chicken, giving people a sense of oppression like a mountain. The attendant was very knowledgeable, and took out an eyebrow-high white wax stick and bowed down and handed it over.

"You're the owner of that Xuanzhuang, right? In this camp, I have the final say! Do you believe it? ”

Zhang Yue quickly solved the roadblock, and looked at the bearded man two or three feet away with his hands on his waist, with a provocative expression. But in fact, looking at the mighty figure of the owner of Xuanzhuang, his calm posture, and the white wax rod in his hand, his heart jumped a little suddenly, and he was so nervous.

However, for the plan in mind, even if it is beaten half to death, it is worth it and necessary, because only in this way can you be qualified to participate in the formulation of regulations, and there will be more manpower to deploy, and that plan can be successful.

"Huh! A young man like you, Xuan's white wax rod has taught you a lot! The owner of Xuanzhuang sneered, looking indifferent, he stepped out, calmly, slowly approached, looked at Zhang Yue a few times, and said contemptuously: "It's not that someone bullied you, this is a guy you didn't take advantage of, you say it!" Want to eat a few sticks? ”

"Such an eyeless goods, break his neck with a stick......" the attendant shouted and cheered.

"Four sticks and four sticks, break his hands and feet......"

"Well......" Lord Xuanzhuang stood with a stick, snorted coldly, waved his hand to stop the noisy crowd, turned his head to look at the Liao soldiers in the direction of the camp gate, saw that they did not move, his eyes were retracted, he was very satisfied with the atmosphere, and said with a smile: "Are you sure you want to do it?" ”

"Strange nonsense without ...... Look at the punch! The breath that was holding back again was about to disappear, Zhang Yue had already realized that this was a strong opponent, and decided to strike first, and quickly rushed forward, a "black bull out of the slaughter", and hit the opponent's waist ribs with a stride punch.

With a snort, the white wax stick of the owner of Xuanzhuang shook, and he came first, pointing directly at Zhang Yue's heart, ignoring his fist. Because he is a long weapon, one inch long and one inch strong, and his own strength is not weak, he has the upper hand when he shoots.

Zhang Yue stomped his feet violently, the force rose from the ground, passed straight to the waist, and the right fist that was struck out suddenly turned into a reality, turned a fist into a palm, and copied the armpit along the opponent's white wax rod, and immediately clamped the head of the rod in the armpit, and then turned around and pulled it in reverse, and with a click, the elastic, delicate and tough white wax rod was broken off to a long length.

The owner of Xuanzhuang was taken aback, took two steps back to avoid it, and saw that the broken head of the pole with the thickness of the child's arm was a little flute, and the part that was long to the foot wanted to be broken, and he couldn't do it without the strength of a hundred catties.

"Do you want to fight?" Zhang Yue looked at the Liao soldiers who were gathering at the camp gate to watch, and was a little jealous in his heart, and wanted to stop there.

"Good skills...... If it is usual, Xuan Mou said that he must not be taught well, but here, forget it! Go back! Come over at night to talk ......" The reaction of the Liao soldiers, the lord of Xuanzhuang naturally saw it, his face was cloudy, he glanced at Zhang Yue a few times, seemed to understand something, turned around and disappeared into the crowd, but his attitude could not be more obvious.

After a short relationship, Zhang Yue has found that this is a person who is knowledgeable, very careful and calm, and at the same time his skills are also very good, and he can't help but be surprised: he finally found a real teammate, and he is looking forward to the meeting at night!

The Wu and Yue people hate each other, and they can still ride in the same boat, forced by the situation, and it is just a matter of course.