"How many?"

"I don't know, about thirteen of them."

Not long after he left Beipu County, he met Hu Shipu, a minority shareholder, and Liu Ke felt that something was wrong.

"Probe again, find out what they're going to do."

After a while, the tanma returned:

"The Donghu people collect grain in the village."

Liu Ke touched his short beard under his chin and stared ahead.

It should be a soldier of the Donghu Southern Army.

There is not much food and grass left in the southern army, and even if they have to go back to the city to rest and recuperate, they will have to be on the road for a long time on the road.

During this time, it was necessary to continuously raise grain and grass from neighboring counties to ensure the supply.

"Fifty people followed me into the village, caught them alive, and let the Donghu people watch us eat."

Liu Ke gathered all the people and infiltrated the village together.

There is a small shareholder Hu Ren, who just wants to explore the movements of the Donghu Southern Army.

If the county town is to be taken, its own safety must also be guaranteed.

The village is beautiful, with a patchwork of houses, surrounded by green fields and a crystal clear river.

But there was a faint smell of blood in the air, and wails could be faintly heard.

An Eastern Hu soldier rushed straight into the house, and in a short time there was a whimper from inside the house.

Another Donghu soldier walked to the opposite room, and the village woman in the house picked up a handful of rice with a pair of baskets, and knelt down and knocked:

"My lord, this is all the food in the house!"

"Who can eat this enough?"

The Dong Hu soldier walked to the stove, lifted the pot, and grabbed it with a smile.

A handful of corn was full, and many grains of rice fell from between the fingers.

The village woman crawled to the feet of the Donghu people, wanting to pick up the fallen corn one by one.

"Fuck off! What Lao Tzu doesn't eat, you are not allowed to eat! ”

The Donghu soldier kicked the village woman in the back, as if it were an act of justice.

The Southern Army was defeated.

After the defeat, morale was low and he didn't dare to trouble the Han army again, but it didn't mean that he didn't dare to trouble the common people.

Anyway, they all have a similar face, and they breathe fiercely, which is very reasonable, right?!

The Donghu people are by nature, they have won great victories in the past, and the supply of grain and straw is sufficient, and the military orders are strict, so they have no chance.

Now it's different, a big defeat, red eyes, and the nature is exposed.

The villagers knelt on the ground and begged for mercy from the Donghu people, hoping only to leave something behind so that they could continue their lives.

The Donghu people, on the other hand, laughed at the villagers, treating them as objects of a game of anger, and brandished their swords at them contemptuously, feeling joy in fear and threat.

The cries of the villagers echoed in my ears over and over again.

The soldiers of the Han army squatting in the grass all rushed to their hearts with a burst of anger, their brows were furrowed, their faces were flushed, their fists were clenched, and their nails were cut deep into their palms without realizing it.

"A few of you go to the head of the village to block it, and a few of you go to the end of the village."

After thoroughly finding out the number of Donghu people in the village, Liu Ke began to give orders.

Compared to ordinary soldiers, he was calmer, but his chest rose and fell violently, his eyes showed a fierce light, and there was no superfluous movement.

Ten years later, Liu Ke may leave one or two more live mouths to obtain useful information in order to be safe.

But now he has only one order:

"Don't live, don't leave one."

The village was in chaos, with houses littered with broken furniture, overturned pottery and scraps of grain, and numerous knife marks on the walls.

The Donghu soldiers were talking to each other, and the village had almost been searched by them.

"The next village is from Hexi, right?"

"I know that the village over there is richer than here."

"Women are also much more moisturized!"

As he spoke, he pushed the wagon full of grain and left.

Their packing skills are not good, and the grain, which is regarded as a treasure by the villagers, has been scattered along the way.

It's just that no one cares, and it is crushed into a piece of juicy sludge by the horses, people, and wheels behind.

A child crept forward and rummaged in the mud, trying to get the dozens of grains of rice out.

But he was unguarded and whipped.

"Get out of here!"

Donghu Shishu still has some control, but he simply bullied and didn't kill anyone, but if there are people in the way, he doesn't mind cutting the blade.

Just as another whip was blowing, a homeless man man rushed out.

The man's hair was disheveled, mixed with a few strands of grayish hair, his skin was dark, and the nails on his hands were loose, and he was in disarray.

The cloth clothes that could not be seen were full of mud and unsightly dung, and the whole person had a temperament that was inaccessible to the living.

The man carried an incomparably smooth bamboo in his hand, and exclaimed:

"The Han army is coming, why don't you run away!"

The Donghu people don't know whether they were smoked or frightened by the so-called Han army.

For a while, the whip could not be thrown out, and he almost whipped himself.

"Shar Pei."

The Donghu man grinned, pulled out his knife and cut off the bamboo.

And the man was not afraid at all, and took the broken bamboo, like a spear, and picked it up at the Donghu people, still shouting in his mouth:

"Han will be here, Hugh is rampant!"

There was no one to help him, and most of the villagers were afraid of the Donghu people, just looking straight at him, cowardly and cowardly.

At this time, an old man who looked like a village chief, walking with a crutch and trembling with a bag of rice:

"Sir, spare him, he's a madman!"

"This madman even eats dung and water, sleeps with a mule in his arms, picks up a cloth bag to wrap himself, and says that he feels at home."

"Holding a bamboo and saying that it is a blade, every full moon night howls that someone is chasing him!"

"Isn't this crazy!"

"Don't be like a madman!"

The Dong Hu soldier only walked two steps, came to the old man's side, and pulled the rice bag:

"Bring it to you!"

Then he didn't take it, he opened the bag of rice, and the bag of corn was all poured on the old man's head.

When the madman saw this, he was stunned and took the broken bamboo, and rushed towards the east Hu Shishu.

"Hahaha!"

The Donghu soldier smiled and directly put the knife up.

Seeing that the madman was about to hit the knife.

"Maniacs are fun, too!"

Killing a villager and being discovered by Zhang Huaiyang may still be subject to a military battle, but killing a madman is not a!

"It's fun Nima!"

As soon as the East Lake soldier sighed, he was knocked eight feet away by a donkey cart that was speeding at an incredible speed.

Liu Ke felt that he had developed a new usage of [Sorghum River Car God].

Later, when the steel is made, the rubber wheels are replaced and the six donkeys are driven, and the mud car is the god of war.

"None of them will be left!"

Smack, a chessboard smashed down the mending knife.

"Kill clean!"

The soldiers of the Han army followed closely behind Liu Ke, and eight of the thirteen Donghu soldiers fell on the spot, and some wanted to run, but were blocked by the Han troops who stayed at both ends of the village.

It was called that the heavens should not be, and the earth and the earth were not spiritual, so they had to lose their heads and die.

Liu Ke paid more attention, although the madman was crazy, but the posture of holding the bamboo seemed to have been practiced.

[Name: Han Qi (crazy)]

[Age: 34]

[Command: 0 (108) Force: 63 (81) Wisdom: 0 (82) Governance: 0 (36)]

[Feature: ??? Crazy??? 】

"What kind of crazy criticism of the god of war is this??"

Looking at the three zeros of command, wisdom and strategy, and governance, it has to be crazy.

The command rate of up to 108 can be compared to the little Jiang Dihan I have seen before, and even Jiang Dihan is still 1 point lower than Han Qi.

Of course, the brackets are generally theoretical maximums, which are difficult to achieve.

Even if this Han Qi is not crazy, the value that is really displayed is not necessarily 108.

Just like Yue Shaoqian, although the current Yue Shaoqian's command is only 96, he will have a chance to break 100 in the future if he leads more troops to practice and level up.

The only thing that made Liu Ke a little unhappy was that the madman's force was 1 point stronger than himself, which was obviously unreasonable.

Is his donkey cart not fast enough or the chessboard not hard enough?

That is, there are fewer brothers, otherwise there will be no one who can fight.

The villagers wanted to get their own food back, but looking at the murderous Han army and the corpses, they stopped and had to hesitate in place.

In the end, it was the old man who looked like the village chief, while looking at the grain cart and swallowing saliva, while tentatively saying:

"Thanks... Thank.... You, the adults of the Han army. ”

A village woman who was a little more daring took out a peach from the lining of her clothes and handed it out.

The Han army, which had been defeated in successive battles, had experienced this feeling, and subconsciously wanted to take it:

"You're welcome......"

Liu Ke just waved his hand and greeted the soldiers:

"They pay taxes, they are my people, and you are my soldiers."

"It is only right that my soldiers protect my people."

He didn't show the villagers a military and civilian fish and water situation, but just accelerated the rendezvous with the large army.

The slap boy asked:

"Your Majesty, the Donghu people said that they still want to go to the village on the west side of the river, shall we go over?"

Liu Ke's hands itched, and he slapped him over:

"How many villages are there in the whole Qiongzhou, and how many Qiongzhou are there in the whole world?"

"When will we be rescued from village to village?"

"Within one day, recover Zhenpu County and completely drive the Donghu people out of Qiongzhou!"

You can ask for warmth to the soldiers, and you must be down-to-earth to the people.

A hundred words of comfort are not as good as telling them that Qiongzhou has been decided.

The slap pawn covered his face, not painful or itchy, but with a strong fighting spirit.

1,000 men marched again and headed straight for Zhenpu County.

People in the village are scrambling to get their food back.

Only the madman was still dancing excitedly, shouting incoherently:

"The Han army is back!"

"The military man is back and forth!"