People are inert, the discipline was strict at the beginning, and after five months of winter, even if Buwei was dedicated, he didn't notice that his training was over for a while, and he was actually followed back.

When the breakthrough of the iron guard was imminent, Zhang Xiaofan swore to take the iron guard to a mysterious place to practice, but the cottage was attacked by more than 30 big soldiers.

Poor Buwei was actually knocked down by three, and the remaining forty-seven Buwei were so angry that they directly discounted the arms of all the attacking Han Chinese.

If it weren't for Zhang Xiaofan's repeated emphasis that the right to dispose of the Han people was in his own hands, I am afraid that there would be no prisoners tonight.

Pang Yong and his entourage never thought that in the desert desert Gobi, there was such a group of bandits hidden, and even he could only poke himself with one enemy and three or four sand bandits with light and clever steel swords. As for Pang Jiajun's brothers, none of them were locked and trapped next to the patio.

Xiao Wei laughed and looked at Buwei's jokes for a while, these guys make fun of the lowliest slaves on weekdays, and now their men go out with ten iron guards, and the cottage of two hundred people was touched by more than 30 people to know that it is also incompetent.

Thinking about the rules of the cottage, Bu Wei secretly scratched his head, and he didn't have a good face for the Pang family army led by Pang Yong, and he didn't give a bite to eat, and he was directly closed next to the patio.

Pang Yong didn't expect that after he was locked up, he was not executed immediately, but left aside to let his life and death be ignored, and the most serious thing was to break the right arm of all of his own.

This situation is already very good, Pang Yong has no intention of continuing to toss, he just intends to protect his brothers well, and he doesn't know if he can return this time.

A day passed, and only five guard posts took turns to watch the more than thirty Pang Jiajun's troops not allowed to leave the patio, ignoring their move to open the ropes.

It's just that the linen guards who patrol back and forth on the gate of the village are all changed into black clothes and masked patrols.

Pang Yong didn't know that the rules of the cottage were that if the cultivation could not reach the innate realm, he was not allowed to show his face, and the more than 100 guards who showed his face were all congenital masters.

Now the thirty black-clothed masked slaves patrolling the cottage wish that the Pang family army would escape, and they would also make meritorious contributions, so that they could get the blessing of their masters, and maybe they could become congenital masters in one fell swoop.

Among the two hundred and twenty people, the number of innate masters has reached one hundred and thirty-one, of which the iron guard is still ten, and the cloth guard has risen to fifty.

Among the female slaves, the red guards are all congenital masters, and the fifty blue guards are only thirty-two congenital masters, and the remaining eighteen are acquired, and they can't break through the congenital.

Recently, more than a dozen low-grade slaves have been able to break through to the innate realm, just waiting for Zhang Xiaofan's return and completing the promotion ceremony, they can transform gorgeously and become Buwei.

In any case, more than 30 members of the Pang family's army were already surrounded by heavy encirclement, and Pang Yong also felt the hostility around him.

However, Pang Yong has a stubborn personality, so he will not be restrained.

Finding that there was no one to take care of him, after untying the ropes, he quickly connected the broken arms of all his brothers, but he could not be crippled. One night passed, the cold desert froze the brothers shivering, and more than 30 old men could only huddle together to keep warm.

Early the next morning, before more than 30 people regained their consciousness, they heard a woman talking softly around them, and when they looked up, dozens of women in red clothes and blue skirts surrounded the surroundings, pointing at themselves.

"Madam, these are Han people, they look like Zhou Zheng, but they are silver-like pewter gun heads," the woman who spoke was dressed in red, not only her voice was crisp and ear-touching, but her figure and posture were also first-class, even if she was stuffed into Jiangnan, it was difficult to find a few comparable to her.

"What Sister Juan said is, but even so, Zhang Dashan's group of guards were beaten up and eaten, which is rare."

Among the women in red, some people kept saying that they were laughing, which made the lady laugh more than once, but the blue woman in the suit next to her had a bad face, and a few of them had cold eyes and wanted to kill.

"Just say a few words," the lady in white smiled, her eyes still smiled, but her tone was a little cold: "When the husband leaves, let us take care of those stinky men, don't make a mess of the cottage, but the husband has only been gone for a few days, and someone has bullied the door, and your husband is really giving a long face." The last sentence was said to the women in blue clothes behind him.

The woman in red immediately stopped talking, and the women in blue all knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Forget it, I don't like to deal with this kind of thing either, let's talk about it when my husband comes back."

"Slut, look at the knife," Pang Yong originally planned for this group of women to get closer, but he didn't expect the woman in white to turn around and leave, and she didn't have time to hint at the brothers around her, so she yelled and rushed over.

Pang Jiajun and the brothers have had a tacit understanding for many years, and when they saw their boss being the first to pounce, they all subconsciously drew their knives with their left hands, wanting to help.

"Presumptuous," Xiao Wei's eyes showed a trace of coldness, and he was about to make a move, but the women in red around him had all made a move, and the ten women had beaten more than thirty Pang Jiajun and wailed.

The women in blue were a little slower, but they also pounced and beat them together.

"Stop," Zhang Xiaofan had already noticed it when Pang Jiajun entered the cottage yesterday, but the breakthrough of the iron guards was imminent, and it was inconvenient to leave.

"Master," a group of women were so frightened that they all knelt down, Zhang Xiaofan's face was angry, and he seemed to be very dissatisfied with his actions.

"What is the third rule of the house? Qin Juan, you tell me," Zhang Xiaofan looked at Qin Juan at a glance, Qin Juan who looked arrogant just now, this girl was originally the most beautiful female slave in the caravan, and she had always admired herself, but after she had Xiao Wei, she didn't fake her words, causing this girl to be secretly sad for a long time, but she also turned her grief and anger into motivation, and she became the first woman among the female slaves to break through the innate realm, and even now she has reached the late congenital stage.

Qin Juan also saw his master's face cold for the first time, and he was so frightened that he knelt on the ground, and he was no longer arrogant: "Back to the master, the third article of the family rule: capture the prisoner, and do not insult or beat." After the master has disposed of it, there will be a steward to distribute, and the rest of the people shall not act on their own, otherwise they will ......"

"Hmph," Zhang Xiaofan snorted coldly, this time it was okay, but he was still very surprised by Pang Jiajun, who was visiting at this moment.

"Fat sea, roll over," Zhang Xiaofan's voice just fell, a thin and tall Buwei fart ran over, as the eleventh promoted innate martial artist, after being the leader of Buwei for a few months, but half a month ago, he became the first Yinwei of the God Realm, and his talent is also unique, the most important thing is that a month ago he went crazy and inexplicably opened up the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and Zhang Xiaofan gave him a essence blood elixir in order not to waste his own people.

As a result, it took Fat Dahai half a month to absorb the elixir and successfully be the first to be promoted to Yinwei.

Although the promotion was inexplicable, the identity of the fat sea still stimulated the ten iron guards, and finally sensed the breakthrough opportunity one after another, and under the protection of Zhang Xiaofan, they all made a breakthrough last night.

Needless to say, Fat Dahai's admiration for the owner has picked up a big bargain, and all the tall and fat bodies like mountains, after the breakthrough in cultivation, they have quickly lost weight, and now they look a little more obscene, and the overall is not bad.

"Master," Fat Dahai did not have the slightest consciousness of being a master of the God Realm, licked his face and arched his body halfway, and lowered his head to Zhang Xiaofan's chest, it seems that if Zhang Xiaofan touches his head, he will stick out his tongue pitifully, and his face is flattering to a minion The true character of a slave can be regarded as a realm.

"Heal their wounds and take them to the hall."

It is said to be a hall, but in fact it is just a dirt hut with some tables and chairs in it. This is the place where Zhang Xiaofan presided over the promotion ceremony, and now he is temporarily receiving guests.

Although Zhang Xiaofan's guests were captured, they did not have the consciousness of being captive at all, and sat on the chair with a swaggering expression, but their attitude was very arrogant.

"The country is strong, and the people below can treat outsiders so arrogantly." Zhang Xiaofan remembered that in the real world, most of the Chinese people face Caucasians, and most of them have a flattering mentality, and their flattering looks make people have the urge to vomit or beat when they see them.

"General Pang, please use tea," Zhang Xiaofan waved his hand, and several red guards temporarily acted as maids, boiled two pots of hot tea and sent them up, Pang Yong's expression remained unchanged, and he followed Zhang Xiaofan's example, blew lightly on the teacup, and drank it in one gulp.

Pang Yong didn't eat all night, drank a cup of hot tea, felt much more comfortable, and his expression eased slightly.

"This son, you're welcome," Pang Yong saw another pair of women in red come in and deliver pastries, thinking of the cold and hungry brothers outside, and he didn't know if he had been resettled, so he had to ask: "In Xia Pang Yong, the captain of Jiangdu City, there are sand bandits here a year ago, and after the Chinese New Year, he came to suppress the bandits." I don't know how to go to Guibao, and the offended place is still looking at Haihan. If there is any loss, Pang will bear it. ”

"No, no," Zhang Xiaofan waved his hand and smiled, he had seen a lot of people in his more than two hundred years, and for a general like Pang Yong, it was still very easy to deal with it.

The two began to talk about the nearby folk tribes, and then talked about the sandbank, the mountains and the south of the Yangtze River, and finally talked about the Han Dynasty and the previous Daqin, the more they talked, Zhang Xiaofan opened his mouth to the subset of history, and closed his mouth about saints and immortals.

Although Pang Yong is a martial artist, even if his own knowledge is not enough, he still knows a little about literati, and he knows that the man in front of him is probably not an ordinary person, at least the county magistrate in Jiangdu City does not have such a level.

With a sense of awe, Zhang Xiaofan opened his mouth again and asked Pang Jiajun to be a guest, and Pang Yong could only nod in agreement.

Pang Yong took thirty-three Pang Jiajun to get back the camels and horses outside, because Zhang Xiaofan had been running the cottage for more than half a year, he only planted some melons, fruits and vegetables, and they were still far from maturity, and the vegetables on weekdays were still the reserves in his own storage bracelet.

Pang Jiajun stayed for a few days, and when he saw the fierce dragon and tiger of Zhangjiazhai's guards, they all accepted their contempt and hatred, and became a little more vigilant.

Zhangjiazhai is named after Zhang Xiaofan's surname.

There are more than 200 people here in Zhangjiazhai, even if it is enough to conquer the city, and the Pang Jiajun, as the guard of the Jiangnan Jiangdu City, actually faced such a group of forces next to the sandbar, I don't know the slightest reason, it can be regarded as a failure.

"Zhang Gongzi, the task is in the body, I really have to leave," Pang Yong rested for a few days, his body has recovered, and the thirty-three brothers have also recovered their combat effectiveness, I have to say that Zhangjiazhai's healing medicine is also a healing holy product.

"It's okay, there is a feast in the world," Zhang Xiaofan held a plate of gold and silver in his hand, and a few silver guards behind him carried a few boxes of other things, and said with a smile: "My small family doesn't have many local products, so I will use some vulgar things to send to the general, please don't refuse." ”

"Thank you," Pang Yong is also a person who can afford to let go, and his previous decadent thoughts have long been left behind, so he ordered his brother to accept the gift, ride a war horse, and go away with a whip and singing.

High sand dunes, Zhang Xiaofan stood on them, muttering secretly: "Am I going directly to the south of the Yangtze River?" Or go to Gangnam? It's embarrassing......"