However, it backfired. The cavalry of the Liao army chased after the official road and soon rushed into the dry land. The horses' hooves were trampled, the black soil was splashed everywhere, and there was no such thing as people turning over on their backs, and they began to divide into two teams, outflanking from the left and right. Fortunately, the distance was still maintained for more than 100 steps, and the Liao army did not release arrows.

Zhang Yue sped up and ran away, while quietly looking, the Liao army had about fifty horses, but the dry land after harvesting the crops was very vast, and there seemed to be no end. If it's a forest and grass, you can try it, but in this kind of place, no matter how powerful you are, you can't deal with it with fifty horsemen.

The distance soon narrowed, and the cavalry of the Liao army shouted loudly, opened their bows and shot arrows, and a cluster of arrows cut through the air and "roared", but they all fell to the ground. Zhang Yue ran too fast, Liao rode a war horse and ran, seventy or eighty steps away, and the quasi-head was obviously uncontrollable.

The arrows behind him were like flying locusts, Zhang Yue's heart was frightened, desperately speeding up his pace, but he still couldn't get rid of it, the Liao cavalry of the two Ji gradually caught up, and it was about to form a circle of encirclement, and the Liao cavalry behind was still releasing arrows, and he would be shot into a hedgehog when he stopped, and he shuddered when he thought about it.

With a "whew", a black shadow flew in the air, under the hood. Zhang Yue reacted quickly, stretched out his left hand in front of him, and suddenly felt a tight hand, a cow tendon rope sleeve was covered with his left hand and neck, and a huge force of pulling came, and he flew out a few steps involuntarily, "banged" to the ground, and fell into a mess. Before he could catch his breath, he was pulled by a rope and dragged on the ground.

The Liao cavalry on both sides caught up, babbling something, whipping down condescendingly on horseback, Zhang Yue only felt that his back was rubbing the ground, his chest was whipped, and his whole body was full of hot pain.

Liao Cai didn't care about Zhang Yue's life or death, and dragged him to the village entrance archway, and several soldiers pounced on him, tied his hands behind his back, and hung him on the archway. Zhang Yue was shocked and angry, but he couldn't think about it for a while, useless resistance was useless, he could only wait and see what happened.

At this time, a Liao soldier rushed out next to him, pulled out his waist knife with a "choked", stared at Zhang Yue viciously and scolded, and walked over slowly. Zhang Yue looked down and saw that this soldier was the one who had just been "over-the-shoulder falling" at the village entrance, and suddenly realized that something was wrong, and this soldier wanted to retaliate.

Sure enough, the sentry walked up to him and grinned grinningly, his scimitar brushing against the cuffs of his bound legs, revealing a smug smile like a cat and mouse. The Liao army who was watching next to him suddenly increased, screaming and coaxing loudly.

Zhang Yue wanted to open his mouth to stop it, or say something to divert his attention, but he quickly reacted, when he spoke, they might not be able to understand, and they would show their external strength, so they simply snorted coldly, raised their heads and raised their faces, ignoring the soldier's actions, anyway, he was controlled by others, begging for mercy would only be laughed at, and he had to gamble and pretend to be a hero.

But I soon found out that I bet on the wrong treasure, the sentry is just a small person, there is only simple love and hate in my heart, there are not so many twists and turns, listening to him snort coldly, seeing that he has a cold face, and there is no panic, and the companions around him are coaxing, and suddenly his face is ugly, and he feels greatly humiliated, and he screams and raises the scimitar in his hand diagonally.

Zhang Yue's face turned pale, he was shocked, he couldn't care so much anymore, and opened his mouth to shout: "Don't mess around!" Don't mess around! ”

"Waha......" The onlookers of the Liao army burst into an excited laugh, the sentry's face froze, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, his left foot took a step forward, and the scimitar raised in his hand was raised, and he was about to use his strength to slash Zhang Yue's legs.

"Stop!" A stern shout was heard in the distance, and the onlookers dodged away, each standing up straight. An officer wearing an iron helmet with white feathers and a sword on his waist walked slowly.

The sentry glared at Zhang Yue viciously, hurriedly put down the scimitar in his hand, and quickly stepped forward and knelt down on one knee to salute, muttering in his mouth, obviously reporting the situation.

The officer nodded, waved his hand again, dismissed the sentry, paced forward and stood still, looked up at Zhang Yue with a cold face, and opened his mouth to chatter, talking with chickens and ducks, and speaking very quickly, Zhang Yue couldn't understand a word, and the two stared at each other.

"You're a butcher? Where did it come from? The officer asked again, but it was actually a pure Hebei dialect.

Zhang Yue was stunned, so he had to answer honestly: "Yes...... From the south of Anyang-ri! ”

"If you're a butcher, you can slaughter dogs, right? Do you know how to cook dog meat? The officer asked again without a trace.

"Huh?" Zhang Yue quickly realized something, and hurriedly replied: "No problem, I can cook......

"You come with me!" The Liao army officer waved his hand, gave an unquestionable order, and gave a few words to the soldiers guarding around him, and turned to leave.

The soldiers next to him were obviously afraid of the officer, and hurriedly stepped forward to put Zhang Yue down and loosen the tie, and then followed behind, escorting the prisoner and letting him follow the officer.

"General Gao is old, the weather is a little cold at night, I have always wanted to eat dog meat soup, but the rough men in the army don't cook any taste, if you can let General Gao enjoy a good meal, spare you from death!" Otherwise, cut off your leg and smash it into a meatloaf with a hammer, do you understand? The officer looked menacing.

"Understand ......" Zhang Yue's heart suddenly burst out, with a smile on his face, and he replied cautiously, but he was disdainful in his heart, and he was full of superiority of a reborn person: Although I am a butcher now, am I not scared? It's no problem if you want to please Shangguan, anyway, I will make money if you cooperate.

"I heard that you just wounded the sentry, and you have some skills, don't think about running away, understand? If I hadn't come forward, you would have turned into a corpse by now, and now, as long as you make General Gao comfortable, maybe your life will be saved, and there will be a reward......" The officer's face softened a little, but he showed his merits with a hypocritical expression.

"Thank you for the general's life-saving grace, the villain is unforgettable, he will do his best, the general is a talent, he governs the army well, and he will definitely enter the prime minister in the future...... Dare to ask what the general is called? Zhang Yue's chick nodded and thanked him like a peck of rice, and even did not hesitate to put down his dignity and send a sycophant, of course he didn't appreciate it in his heart, but since he entered the tiger's den, he still wanted to save his life first.

"The general's surname is Wu, and he is the general of the high general of Mozhou on Nanjing Road...... You butcher ask so much why do you do so much, do things well......" The officer surnamed Wu was greatly impressed by this, and his face unconsciously had a smile, and suddenly he realized that there was only one butcher on the other side, and he talked too much, and he became a little annoyed.

The main general's surname is Gao, and the tooth general's surname is Wu, most of them are the original Bohai people, Zhang Yue understood in his heart that he still had some research on the history of Liaodong in later generations. But for fear of angering him, he didn't dare to ask any more questions, and followed him to the village.

Along the way, Zhang Yue looked around, and the village was quiet, only seeing a large number of Liao troops standing guard, but not the garrison camp. And the residents of the village, except for the old man hanging at the entrance of the village, the rest of the people were nowhere to be seen, and it was certain that they would be arrested, but they didn't know where they were escorted.

It is conceivable that this is by no means what happened this morning, and the Liao army should have killed here yesterday afternoon, or in the evening. And looking at the strength of the Liao army in the village, there are about 2,000 people, it may be a forward, or it may be just a small Liao army, but it is by no means all the troops, so where did the rest of the troops go?

Zhang Yue's heart suddenly tightened, I hope that my father will return home to pack up his money and belongings, and it will be too late to go to Jizhou City, now the suburbs are not safe, and he may encounter the Liao army at any time.

Zhang Tinghan, the assassin of Jizhou, has the title of regimental training envoy, and has six commanders of 3,000 township soldiers, and it is no problem to defend the city, but take the initiative to attack! Give him a hundred guts, I'm afraid I won't dare, if you want to save your life and get out of danger, you have to find a way to do it yourself.