Since the incident half a year ago, Da Changan did not dare to blatantly meddle in the sale of human slaves, and even cut off contact with the brokers of his beloved, and only secretly sent Lao Tu and Kulen to act. And the two of them really used it, and they could satisfy him every time.

Two days ago, Da Changan saw the beautiful little Song girl on the street, and wanted to rob people on the spot, but Na Gude Nadan's carriage happened to pass by at that time, so he had to go forward first to please his boss, and when he looked back, the little Song girl was already gone.

On the same day, he sent Lao Tu and them to look for people, but now two days have passed, and the people have not been found, and Da Changan's patience has reached the limit.

At this moment the door of the tent was opened, and a maid came in from outside the tent tremblingly, knelt beside the soft felt, buried her head deeply, and said tremblingly:

"Gift...... Tell the master, and the people sent out came back and said that Master Tu and Master Kulun were both ...... They haven't come back yet. ”

"These idiots...... None of these fools who should be torn apart by the yellow wolf are useful! None of them are useful! ”

Dachang muttered vaguely, his slanted eyes swept over the slave girl's snow-white and delicate neck, and his throat swallowed violently.

"You, come here."

He hooked his finger at the slave girl, his eyes red like a beast, and his nostrils made a heavy wheezing sound.

The slave girl was a Song girl, with a delicate appearance different from that of a Jin woman, and when she heard this, she couldn't help but turn pale and tremble all over, but she still bit her lip and trembled to get up, and walked forward with broken steps.

Suddenly, the screams of the slave girls were heard outside:

"Huh? What is it? ”

"That's a lot of blood!"

"There's someone over there!"

Da Chang'an's wine was half awake, and his face immediately turned cold.

"Someone." He shouted loudly, and several guards guarding the tent immediately bowed in, and he looked at them with a gloomy face: "Go and see what is going on." ”

The guards took the order and left.

Da Chang'an lost interest for a while, drank the slave girl back, and then turned back to the horn case, picked up the gold-ringed broadsword that was placed aside, thought about it, dropped the wine bag, and walked to the heavy armor hanging in the corner of the tent with the knife.

Suddenly, the tent door was lifted, and a gust of wind and rain came in, and the guards walked in quickly, one of them carrying a burden in his hand.

"What's that?" One of Da Changan's hands was still on the armor, and his eyes squinted and swept back and forth between the burden and the guards, and his face was frosty.

The burden was dripping with blood, and it almost stained the clean and snow-white sheep felt.

But the guards knew his likes and dislikes, and opened the burden when they stood in front of the felt.

A bloody human head appeared in front of him.

"Someone threw this bag in from outside, and the guard said that the man was covered in a coat and was running faster than a rabbit, and our men were chasing him."

"Lingjia, it's an old picture!" Another guard stepped forward to look at the skull, and quickly recognized it.

Da Changan's face did not change, but the aura on his body became more and more gloomy.

Another guard with a meaty face took two steps forward, got down on one knee, and presented the object in his hand:

"Lingjia, the rat who threw the burden accidentally dropped such a thing when he ran away."

A cold light shot out of Da Changan's eyes, and the Yin Owl's gaze was fixed on the object in the guard's hand.

It was a delicately polished short knife, with a double-sided blade, a slender shape, and a snake pattern carved on the handle, which was the favorite thing of the Black Armor Army.

…………

"The army of the Jin State is divided into five armors, in addition to the gold armor led by the Jin clan, there are four armors of white, black, red and blue, the number of soldiers in each armor varies, and the combined number of soldiers in the five armors is about 550,000. Among them, the Jin clan is the most, with more than 300,000 soldiers. ”

In the miscellaneous courtyard, Wei Shu was dressed in a cloak and held a broad-backed scimitar, carefully putting down Lao Tu's headless corpse, still whispering to himself.

The distribution of the Jin army was not a top secret, and when Ye Fei and Zhou Shang were chatting, they would occasionally discuss it, and Akisi would also write it down.

According to Ye Fei, the Jin army also knew a lot about the distribution of the Song army, after all, the two countries had been at war for 20 years, and each had figured out the details of the other, which did not seem to be a big deal.

But in Wei Shu's opinion, such knowledge is a big deal, and it is still an extremely abnormal big event.

The Song and Jin dynasties are not the same in terms of population, territory, foundation or bloodline.

Song Zhijin is normal.

For thousands of years, even though there have been dynasties and wars and disputes on the land of the Central Plains, they have always been in the same line, and the people of China have grown up with this heavy accumulation.

On the other hand, the Jin State has only been established for 20 years, and its territory only accounts for 40% of the Great Song Dynasty, and its population is less than 40% of the Great Song Dynasty.

This is not Wei Shu's intention to underestimate, but it is.

Although the Jin Kingdom looked down on the Song people from top to bottom and regarded the Song people as pigs and dogs, its governing strategy, people's economy, etiquette regulations and even clan inheritance, etc., all imitated the Great Song Dynasty, and even the coins were the Great Song Tongbao.

How could such a small newly-born country know so much about the powerful Song? Where did they get these secrets?

Ye and Zhou never talked about it, but Wei Shu guessed that they might know something.

It is precisely because the founding of the country is too short and the foundation is unstable that the army of the Jin State will be counted by the aggregation and division of the five ethnic groups, among which except for the Jin Jia, which is the purest Jin people, the remaining four are all made up of many small clans.

"The top five are divided into troops, and the military power is unified. However, the soldiers are not of only one race, but of many races. It is extremely difficult to penetrate military orders, and it is even more difficult to ...... The hearts of those people one by one. ”

Wei Shu chuckled, dissipated the distracting thoughts again, and carefully groomed the fatal wound on Cullen's throat on the side, and the scimitar in his hand had been replaced by an arrow with a barb at this time.

The yard was quiet and empty.

Except for her, all the residents have fled with their families, and all kinds of miscellaneous items that once crowded the courtyard have been emptied in a short time.

Incredibly, the tenants even pooled their money to hire two large carts to help transport things, and there were also miscellaneous businesses in the market that specialized in this kind of business, and the head of the business was also a Song person, who loaded the things and took them away without asking a second question.

This is the day of the Song people in the White Frost City.

Between death and blood, they survived most of the day. No one knows where to stay overnight or what tomorrow will be.

Wei Shu's eyebrows were pressed down, her eyes were slightly cold, but the movements of her hands were extremely gentle, striving for perfection in every detail.

Cover up this matter as much as possible, and if she can go one step further and lead the trouble to the side, then her purpose will be achieved.