Yang Hu shook his head and walked to the desk: "The three of you know everything at once! Let me listen to it more." [No pop-up novel network]"

He sat down and unfolded the paper, picked up the pen and began to write.

Liu Dazi next to him looked at Luo Jiang and Luo Ming, and spoke.

The study was quiet, only the rustle of Yang Hu's writing, and Liu Dazi's calm narration, after he told it was Luo Ming, during which Luo Jiang added some.

Time flies.

In this way, it was already approaching evening, and the pen in Yang Hu's hand gradually slowed down, and his miserable white face floated with a strange ruddyness.

Writing down the last word, Yang Hu put down the pen and picked up the fifty-page paper and handed it to Luo Fatzi, and said in a hoarse voice: "If these things are done within a year, our three-year period will be up, and maybe there will be a great opportunity." The clean-up movement is a little louder. What the city wants stays, and what you don't want is directly eliminated. ”

Yang Hu said that the ruddy on his face began to fade, and instantly turned pale, and the heart of the big Liu next to him tightened, and the city lord's injuries were more serious than expected.

Luo Jiang also narrowed his eyes and asked Yang Hu, "Are you okay?"

Yang Hu raised his hand to stop his nonsense: "Remember, when you do these things, you must find the most trusted person to do it." It's better to turn over the city, this is our foundation, and it won't be easy to do it after there are moths. ”

"I'll go back and rest for a while, and then I'll come over and integrate the troops, and this time the losses are not big, it's a good thing, and it's not a good thing. You have to have a number in your own mind. ”

Cough!

Yang Hu coughed dryly, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of dark purple blood, and wiped away the blood with his cracked mouth and said hatefully: "Tang Xiaoshuai." ”

He looked up at Luo Fatzi: "I'll go first, what I want to say is inside, you can do it yourself." ”

He nodded to Liu Dazi, Liu Dazi stepped forward to help the weak Yang Hu, and walked out of the study quickly, Liu Dazi's low roar came from outside, waiting for the blind man outside the door, the monkey, Bai Ling, escorted Yang Hu to the camp, ordered the soldiers in Lincheng, and returned to Lincheng overnight.

In the study, Luo Jiang's eyes couldn't help but float a little admiration, he saw Yang Hu's injury better than anyone else, and it was a question of whether another person could hold it back, but this guy resisted stubbornly.

He didn't fall until things were arranged.

Standing in place and thinking about it, Luo Jiang sat down and began to look at the paper that Yang Hu handed him.

His calm face began to change between the lines, Luo Jiang looked at it very carefully, took a cursory look, and then turned around and began to look at it from the beginning word by word.

It was late at night.

Only then did he sigh lightly: "This gentleman is really better than me." ”

He handed the paper in his hand to Luo Ming: "Uncle Ming, do it according to this! ”

Luo Ming respectfully took the paper and exited the study.

Beginning the next day, the soldiers, who had just returned after a day's rest, received a new order to begin a thorough investigation of the city.

The bloody rain swept through the barbarian city!

......

Yang Hu, who left Luoman City overnight, fainted after less than ten miles with the support of Liu Dajiao.

Liu Dazi ordered Bai Ling to lead the team back to Lincheng at full speed, and he and the blind man, monkey, Liu Yi, Wang Hong and others rushed back to Lincheng with Yang Hu on their backs.

The wind was in a hurry, and Liu Dazi and others, who rushed back to Lincheng at full speed, did not break into Lincheng until noon the next day, carrying the unconscious Yang Hu on his back.

At the first time, Bai Zijing's brigade mobilized fifty people to guard the mansion.

All the subordinates in the mansion were sent out of the mansion on an errand.

The women's army that Murong Yu had just pulled up was also driven to the camp.

Yang Hu was lying on the bed with a gray face and a dead man.

The clothes had been removed, and Liu Dazi found two old farmers, one with a red face and the other with a gloomy face, who had just entered the house and was about to check Yang Hu's injuries.

There were a bunch of people waiting around the side.

Just seeing the five concave palm prints stacked on Yang Hu's chest, the foreheads of the two old farmers began to ooze fine sweat, and they roared angrily at Liu Dazi: "Drive people out." ”

Liu Dazi had a calm face, and stepped forward to invite Murong Yu, Bai Ying, and Su Wanrong, the blind man, and a few of them out.

The two old farmers stepped forward to carefully check Yang Hu's injuries, and only after a whole stick of incense did they raise their heads and look at each other, and said to Liu Dazi: "I'm not sure." The injury was too severe, and it dragged on for a few days, and the strength of his palm had melted into the flesh and muscles, and it was difficult to drive it out, and his sternum was shattered...... I'm afraid ......"

Liu Dazi had a cold face: "There is nothing to do." Let him heal, he can't die. ”

The two old farmers wiped the beads of sweat from their foreheads, and opened their mouths to report the names of dozens of medicinal herbs: "Find them as soon as possible." High heat, hot water, clean soft cloth, all go and get ready. ”

Liu nodded to Liu Si outside the door, and Liu Si turned around and ran out of the house.

The blind man and the monkey also quickly turned and walked away to prepare.

The two old peasants didn't have time to see their performance, so they took out a small bag they carried, which contained knives, scissors, and needles, and the red-faced old man said to the dark-faced old man: "I will disembowel, and you will take out all the broken bones." ”

The dark-faced old man was silent, just nodded.

The two stepped forward, and the sharp knife in the red-faced old man's hand had just touched Yang Hu's skin, and his arm suddenly couldn't move.

His arm was only held by Yang Hu.

Swept his eyes in horror at Yang Hu, who was still closed, the corners of the red-faced old man's eyes jumped violently, and he said to the dark-faced old man: "He still has himself." No way. ”

"I'm afraid I'm going to hurt him. The beads of sweat on the forehead of the dark-faced old man rolled down, and he roared in a low voice: "How can this gentleman have such willpower?"

The old man in red had a light wrist, Yang Hu opened his eyes and coughed: "Heal the wound, just heal the wound, just disembowel." ”

As soon as Liu Dazi saw Yang Hu wake up, he hurriedly stepped forward: "City Lord, these are my two old brothers, proficient in internal and external injuries......

Yang Hu struggled to sit up, and glanced at the knives that the two of them put beside him: "Got it." Get your stuff ready first, and I'll do it myself later. ”

He smiled at the two old men as he spoke, reaching for the furniture they had brought.

The old man with a dark face watched Yang Hu rummaging around in his furniture, his face became cold, and he said in a cold voice: "You mean you don't need us to do it, then I'll leave." ”

The old man had a big temper, and as he spoke, he packed up his things and turned to leave the room.

Yang Hu didn't stop him, Liu Da ate his bowl of rice, opened his mouth and closed it.

The red-faced old man looked at Yang Hu, then at Liu, shook his head and said, "Old Liu, is it worth it?"

Liu Dazi lowered his head and was silent for a while, then raised his head and said to him, "See for yourself." ”

Murong Yu and Bai Ying, who was holding Xiaobao, were both standing at the door, looking at Yang Hu who was about to die and still pretending, Murong Yu said coldly to Yang Hu: "Don't treat other people's kindness as donkey liver and lungs. ”

Yang Hu raised his head with a cracked mouth and looked at Murong Yu and said with a smile: "I'm just not used to others using knives on me." ”

His words made the red-faced old man's eyes bloom with two essences.

The monkey outside the door rushed in, holding the items to be used in his hand, and saw Yang Hu sitting on the edge of the bed, and called in a low voice: "City Lord, you are awake!"

Yang Hu nodded to him, took a clean towel, picked up the sharp horn knife of the red-faced old man, and swirled in his palm to open a hole in his chest from top to bottom.

Although there was a smile on his face, a cold sweat instantly oozed from his forehead.

Everyone inside and outside the door was horrified