It was late at night.

Chen Lao Jackal let the guests sleep on the kang, and he went to the kitchen to sleep on the straw.

The climate in Pang County in June is hot.

Hong Fan still replaces sleep with meditation.

At dawn, in the silence.

He heard a slight movement next door.

The barking of dogs is contagious, and it spreads all the way down the alley.

The farmer always wakes up early.

When the sky was bright, Chen Lao Jackal got up to work.

Chop wood, fetch water, and then toss a hearty breakfast.

Seeing that Hong Fan was eating steadily, the old man was satisfied, and went out for a stroll to nowhere else.

Half an hour later, Old Jackal Chen ran back to the courtyard and closed the door and latched it out of breath.

"Those Qiu Ba have entered the alley to recruit people, and they have searched three households!"

He pressed his left chest and whispered urgently.

However, Hong Fan just put down his chopsticks and looked back with a calm gaze.

"Are you going to run away or fight?"

When Chen Lao Jackal heard this question, he suddenly felt that he was standing at a fork in the road in his life.

But time was tight, and he couldn't think much about it, so he could only talk according to the old routine.

"There are people at both ends of the alley, you can't escape!"

"I can't resist, if I send it to the royal city, I can't say that there is still a way to live, and if I do it with them, I will die immediately!"

The sound of the iron armor grinding outside was near.

Hong Fan looked at Chen Lao Jackal, who was leaning against the earthen wall with a frightened face, and suddenly laughed.

"If I don't resist, will you be able to get a little more reward?"

The old man was stunned.

"What do you say?"

He swallowed.

"The one who lives in the next room is the eldest son's family, named Chen Huagui, right?"

Hong Fan asked in a declarative tone.

Someone outside started banging on the door.

Dust falls on the earthen walls.

"You told him about me last night when you got the eggs."

Hong Fan continued.

"He went to deliver the letter at dawn."

"How do you know?"

Old Jackal Chen's whole body tightened.

"My martial arts are a little higher than you think."

Hong Fan only smiled at him, as if he was helpless.

The old man looked at his smile, and for a moment he didn't know what kind of thought was turning in his heart.

"If you don't resist, I can get an extra tael of silver."

Old Jackal Chen said in a daze.

"Okay, then let you earn one or two silvers."

Hong Fan nodded, and sat back and watched the soldiers with crossbows climb the courtyard wall and besiege them on three sides.

Old Jackal Chen hurriedly opened the door.

Seven or eight soldiers came in and bound the strangers in the courtyard with thick hemp ropes.

Hong Fan could see that this team of people was well-equipped, and there were several people who had penetrated the realm, and it was by no means a configuration of requisitioning civilians.

Hong Fan was pushed out of the door surrounded by sharp blades.

At the entrance of the orphan alley, Chen Lao Jackal received a reward from the leading military attache with great gratitude, but before he could cover the heat, he was snatched away by his son.

Chen Huagui smiled jubilantly and pointed at the out-of-town fools who came to the door.

Although the expressions of the neighbors on the side were not as warm as his, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Only Chen Lao Jackal looked at Hong Fan's back, and for some reason he felt cold in his heart, and he couldn't laugh at all.

Noon.

The sun is shining.

Under the city of Pang County, Hong Fan Dama Jindao sat on a stone manger, his upper body was tied to death by a rope thick as the child's wrist, and he looked at the clouds in the sky.

Before leaving Niutou Mountain, Gan Deshou's sentence "people's hearts are corrupted", he is only now thinking about it.

Before setting off from Liangzhou, there was a thousand-faced wind on the other side of the Zhangwu Academy-about three or four percent of the people who said that they came over couldn't even send the first message.

The original saying is "Huaiyang is like a bottomless pit".

A group of Deshou Army, a total of eight leaders, have a plural of the Huaiyang Royal Court is unclear, and it seems that they don't know each other.

Hong Fan thought about it, and when he saw a cloud in the shape of a stupid pig, he couldn't help but laugh.

The crunch of the wooden fence interrupted his thoughts.

Eight more people were pushed in, both old and young, one of whom had been seen yesterday when they were setting up a stall in the street.

After two hours, the sheepfold gradually became crowded.

There are hundreds of people locked up in a place four or five zhang long, and Hong Fan can only leave half a butt on the manger.

Outside the circle, more than a dozen wooden carts with livestock were parked, and dry food was piled up on them.

When the sun was setting in the west, the last group arrived.

When he entered the door, a strong man with a scarred face in a short bun wrestled with the escorted soldiers, and his mouth was non-stop.

"The surname is Tu, you are a personal vendetta of the communiqué!"

"Damn, I'm ...... the hell"

Before he could utter a third shout, he was struck on the forehead by the hilt of the soldier's sword.

Scarface fell silently.

The people in the sheepfold shrank in like herds of herbivorous animals.

After a moment of dead silence, the scar-faced man moved.

He pressed to the ground, turned his bloodied face, and glanced at the sword-wielding soldier.

Gritting his teeth, the man struggled to his feet.

Then he was rewarded with a whip by the military attache who came in stride, and was knocked down for the second time.

The military attache took a sip and went to scold his subordinates again.

"Don't rush to the point, the royal capital will live!"

"What about the wounded ones?"

A voice asked curiously.

"It's okay to hurt, but don't hit your legs, it will affect the ...... of hurrying"

The military attache replied, and then realized that the sound was coming from the wooden circle.

"Why is it okay to be injured, how can you serve in conscription if you have a broken arm?"

The one who spoke was a handsome young man who was tied up with five flowers.

He sat upright on the corner of the stone manger, and was exposed as the crowd was huddled.

"What do you do when you ask so much, a prisoner?"

The military attaché's face sank, and he clenched the whip in his hand.

"I'm not a prisoner."

The young man replied confidently.

"Who is guilty here?"

He turned back and surveyed the crowd.

A few shook their heads with very slight movements, and most avoided his gaze as if to ward off evil spirits.

It was as if looking at him would bring misfortune.

Seeing this, the military attache didn't know how to reply for a while.

A soldier came and whispered to him.

"It turned out to be a spy from outside."

The military attache nodded, grinning.

"Since you have cultivation, you should be able to eat a few more whips."

He stepped over Scarface's body, kicked open the wooden door, strode in, and stood still in front of the young man.

"It's a good color."

"With such a good face, I don't know how many lashes I can take?"

The military attache volleyed in the air, causing the whip to explode slightly by the manger.

Then he waited as a matter of course to see the young man show his fear.

Nothing.

There was only a bland inquiry.

"Are you afraid?"

The young man slowly got up.

As the words fell, everyone saw that the hemp rope on his body began to burn.

In just one breath, the rope turned to ashes.

But the military attache could see clearly that there was not a trace of scorch on the young man's clothes.

This is not something that can be achieved in the Penetrating Realm.

"Will you run away?"

The military attache heard the second question.

He took half a step back, trying to escape from the wooden circle, when he saw the young man approaching like a ghost, and grabbed his head and face.

In full view of everyone, the military attache was raised with one arm, struggling.

The cowhide whip fell to the ground.

Considering that there were civilians on the side, Hong Fan chose the most dignified method of execution.

The flames erupted, boiling the body fluids through the flesh and skull.

The corpse fell to the ground with its head and face down.

"100 households ......"

The soldiers outside the wooden circle only now reacted.

Having lost their command, they did not know where to go for a while.

But the youth have come running.

With just two punches, it didn't look fancy, and the two only officers who penetrated were shattered and died.

The remaining 20 or so people immediately dispersed, and the wolf rushed to flee.

(End of chapter)