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When he saw Zhao Yuan being knocked to the ground by Yue Qiang, the woman who was painting in front of the case in the luxury carriage let out a low cry, and even the hard man in her hand fell to the ground.

She looked at the battlefield with a look of disbelief, and then said to the tall figure in the carriage, "General, this! ”

Zhao Hao stood with his back to the woman and said, "Make your paintings." ”

The painting woman whispered yes and stopped talking. She changed her pen and reopened another silk for a moment of contemplation, then recorded in detail the last moments of the duel between the two on the battlefield.

Zhao Hao was still standing in the carriage, facing the battlefield.

The herald of Zhao Yuan's personal guard stepped forward quickly, his face was sad and angry, and he reported loudly to the figure in the luxury carriage, his voice trembling a little: "General, the commander Zhao Yuan has been ...... He has been killed by the wild man...... Please give the general the order! As soon as the general's soldier talisman came out, our soldiers and others stepped out on horseback and leveled Yuejia Village! Slaughter everyone! ”

Zhao Hao glanced at the herald and said lightly: "Are you an idiot?" ”

Zhao Yuan's personal guard herald was stunned on the spot, speechless.

"Tucun?" Zhao Hao still looked at the battlefield and asked rhetorically.

"After slaughtering this village, did you survive on the way back? Do you still have to slaughter all the way back, all the way to the capital Handan? ”

The herald of the guards showed no anger, but he could only bow his head and listen to the training.

Zhao Hao was silent for a while, and then began to give orders: "Order!" The army repaired in place for an hour, and then the class returned to the court! ”

"Yes!" The herald reluctantly agreed.

Zhao Hao's order was not over yet, he waved his hand: "Wait." ”

"You have two things to accomplish in the meantime."

"First of all, among the dozen or so villagers watching the battle over there, the woman in a long skirt with two wooden feet exposed, you go over and ask her if she is willing to go to the capital to serve the prince. Just say...... Heavy money please. ”

"The second thing is that the seriously injured young man has already entered the house, you bring someone over to surround the house, and when he comes out, he will be detained directly."

The herald of the personal guard took the order and left, and when he heard the second thing Zhao Hao ordered, his expression became better.

When the woman who was painting at the desk heard these two orders, she looked up at the general, revealing a puzzled gaze.

"This is the border." Zhao Hao explained, "In the border villages, you can meet people who know second-order tricks, although they are crippled, but they also have to be treated with a lot of money. ”

"As for that young man, he must be killed! It's just that he's so badly injured, I'm afraid he won't be able to survive for a few days without me doing it. ”

After a short time, the herald of the guard, who had been ordered to leave, came to report: "I asked the disabled woman, and she said that she did not want to go with the army. Is it necessary to forcibly coerce? ”

"No." Zhao Hao ordered, and then he thought for a while, and said, "Leave a scout team and keep an eye on the movements of the people in this village." They may move the village, and if they have any news, they will report back to me immediately. ”

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On the other side, the husband and wife with children disappeared from Yuejia Village the moment they confirmed that Yue Qiang could win.

The scenery around them became a little blurred, but it was conceivable that they were moving at a breakneck pace. The wife hugged the child tightly and asked her husband, "Are you going to Handan?" ”

"I'm afraid it's too late." The husband replied that if he went directly to Handan, the time was too tight. I do remember a place where the party was in the mountains, with high mountains and dense forests, and there was a small place to escape from the world, and the distance was relatively close. Get there first, then plan. ”

"Okay."

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Outside the wooden house, facing the sergeants who surrounded him, Yue Qiang was captured.

He was looking very miserable at the moment. The burlap clothes on his body were in tatters, and some flesh and skin could be seen missing in many places. His clothes were almost stained red with blood, and even the corners of his mouth were still covered with unwiped blood.

Yue Qiang now looked like a seriously injured person who would die at any moment. But only he knows that those wounds that look terrible on the outside have actually recovered.

The sergeant Zhao Guo who came to arrest didn't know this, they saw Yue Qiang like this, and when they saw him tied up, they directly arrested him. He killed Zhao Yuan, but the Zhao army did not kill him on the spot. He didn't even tie the rope, but took him to a prisoner's car.

These Zhao soldiers looked at him with a somewhat complicated eye, and for some reason, they didn't have too much hostility towards him. He didn't even torture his wounds, he simply pushed him into the prison cart.

The wheels of the prisoner's cart were wooden, and the movement on the dirt road was very bumpy, and his wound ached.

Ahead was a thin horse, moving very slowly.

He was placed in the rear of the army, and as he left, he saw a group of villagers from Yuejia Village.

Village Chief Chen Zihan's expression was a little complicated.

Blacksmith Tan Xiong was about to rush over with his crutches, but he tripped and flew out of the crutches and fell himself. This action looked ridiculous, but Yue Qiang couldn't laugh, he suddenly felt that Tan Xiong was actually very cute.

Then he saw the public lose Shaoyang. The girl with the broken leg sat in a chair, and although she had difficulty moving, she smiled brightly at him, and then blinked. Yue Qiang nodded knowingly to indicate that he remembered.

Ming Que, Tu Xu, Qu Zhongqiu...... His eyes swept over the faces of each villager in turn. He remembered the looks of all the villagers, and he was familiar with them. However, at the moment, he had a different feeling than when he was playing the game.

I used to play games, and although I knew that these were real people, it didn't feel so real, but it was a bit like an online chat.

Behind the dialog box, the flashing of the avatar, the knocking of the penguin, he didn't know whether it was a person or Wang who was typing behind it.

Now he really felt it.

There's a big difference between knowing, and really felt.

Yue Qiang turned his head and meditated in his heart: I will come back.

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The prisoner cart followed the army all the way until late at night.

In the eyes of the sergeants who lived around him, this person who could fight one-on-one with Zhao Yuan was dying. He didn't move, not even his posture. His body swayed occasionally with the jolting of the prison cart, and only a slight heaving chest showed that he was still breathing.

Camping, cooking, resting, the middle of the night in the barren mountains and mountains changed from silence to noisy, and back to silence.

As the surrounding sergeants rested one after another, Yue Qiang, who was motionless and seemed to be about to die, slowly opened his eyes.

He was not unconscious, nor was he sleeping. He was just getting acquainted with the sensations coming from his body.

The pain of the wound is still there, but it is not so unbearable. Yue Qiang is mainly trying to exercise his own perception.

To perceive oneself is to perceive the world. He had lost his senses for too long, and he was too new to the world.

Start by getting familiar with the various parts of the body, and then gradually expand to the outside. For example, the rubbing of the clothes on the body, the bumps of the wooden prisoner car, and even the breeze brushing the skin, that cool and refreshing feeling.

He was fresh to all of this.

After opening his eyes, he looked at the prisoner car again. The cart was wide, with railings made of stout wooden posts, each as thick as a man's thigh, and looked very sturdy.

He had a plan in his heart, and quietly took out a wooden knife from his body.

The blade of this knife turned out to be wooden, with a wood texture on it, and it was so short that it didn't even have the length of a palm. This is a melee weapon made for Yue Qiang by Shaoyang in a special way.

I remembered the hint of the girl when she was leaving. He grasped the wooden hilt and, in an unobtrusive gesture, plunged the wooden blade into the wooden pillar against which he leaned.

The blade is gone.

Drawing the blade, he observed the blade through the moonlight, and the wooden blade showed no signs of dulling.

Yue Qiang nodded secretly, and then made up his mind.

He silently removed a wooden pillar with a wooden knife, left the prisoner cart, and disappeared into the night.

Not a single sergeant was aware.

- (To be continued.) )