Not long after, Zhang Han saw the captain of the pro-soldier driving a horse, dragging out dozens of corpses from the darkness with dozens of pro-soldiers.

With the light of the torches and the faint starlight of the sky, it can also be seen.

At this time, in addition to more than a dozen corpses neatly arranged on the ground in front of Zhang Han's horse's head, on both sides of the road next to him, there were also nine bandits kneeling with earth-colored faces, hands tied behind the back, and mouths gagged.

One of the people on the left, the top of his head is shiny, and the halo reflected from his skull is several times that of the others, isn't it the bald-headed flying tiger under Zhang Er Mazi's hand, or who?

After another quarter of an hour or so, the sound of horses' hooves drew closer again.

Zhang Han heard the sound and looked at it, and the captain of the pro-soldier was dragging behind his horse's buttocks......

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