Zhuo Qingsen is located in the upper reaches of the Yuejiang River on the bank of the Mingzhuo River, there are many pines and cypresses and strange stones, the spirit is wonderful, the forest stream is murmuring, the cliffs are numerous, it is a unique scenery, only because the strange stones are many and the cultivated land is scarce, but there are fewer people living here, the ape voice is not stopped, Zhuo Qing's woodcutter sings.

"Chop wood to sell and feed,

Go home and hug your mother-in-law and feed it.

The oil and salt are not enough to feed,

Go back to the mountain and chop some more and feed it.

The dog has barked and fed,

The wind and snow also have to be fed back. ”

The woodcutter on the mountain chopped some firewood, and couldn't help but sing the ballad of his childhood hometown.

The singing was loud, slow and loud, and a small wooden house in the forest was indeed not such a pleasant scene.

A man in black armor sitting in front of the wooden house took the hot chicken soup handed over by his subordinates, blew the layer of grease, slowly drank a hot soup, and exhaled softly.

After chasing for so long, he finally didn't let these people escape back to the Tang Kingdom, and looked at the people lying on the ground covered in blood, and Dong Sanjiang, the tour captain, poured the leftover hot soup on the wounds of the soldiers who were tied up by the five flowers, and listened to their heart-rending shouts, raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man with a tired face who was sitting opposite him, who was tied up by the five flowers and still didn't say a word.

"Guang Shoubei, are you still reluctant to tell where the things are hidden?" Dong Sanjiang asked coldly.

And the man he called Guang Guard, although his face was bloodless, he still said unhurriedly: "Since we have all come to this point, we know that speaking out is only a death, and besides, the man sacrificed his life for the country, such a glorious thing, I can't ask for it." ”

Smack, hearing Guang Qingyuan say this, the soldier standing next to him directly slapped him, "Make your mouth hard." ”

Dong Sanjiang stepped in to stop it, and said with a smile: "Hey, Zhang Tufeng, I said that you can't be so disrespectful to the Guang garrison, let you go and drink a soup first, and then come back when you are full of food and drink, if you do this again, I will be dealt with by military order." ”

After that, Dong Sanjiang grabbed the spear, and without looking at it, he went straight to the crotch of one of the soldiers covered in blood on the ground, seeing that the soldier's face was distorted and deformed because of the severe pain, but instead closed his eyes as if enjoying his screams, while the other soldiers who were standing in armor of the same color as Dong Sanjiang were all drinking chicken soup and laughing.

After chasing for so long, he finally stopped these guys in Zhuo Qingsen, and almost let them cross the Mingzhuo River, this shabby thatched hut that looks like the mountain village man actually has two chickens, Lord Dong is kind enough to let them interrogate the prisoners about this, and let them kill chickens and make soup, which is comfortable to death.

Originally, it was a team of almost 100 people, but after the chase and battle, there were only a dozen or so of them left, how could they not be angry, so looking at Dong Sanjiang's approach, they did not laugh angrily.

Guang Qingyuan finally couldn't bear it, frowned, and said in a low voice: "Master Dong, we have admitted that it fell into your hands, and since we are both from the army, can't we give them some pleasure?"

As if he had heard a big joke, Dong Sanjiang laughed heartily, stood up and didn't forget to step on the bleeding knee of another soldier who fell to the ground, and rubbed it vigorously, "It's really fun to guard the Guang, isn't it up to you whether I give them a good time or not? As long as you tell me the news of the thing I want, I won't be merciful." ”

"I'll fuck you! There is a kind of pleasure for Lao Tzu, what kind of hero are you, a dog who sells his lord for glory...... "Dong Wenxiao, an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy lying on the ground who was stuck in his crotch with a spear, spit out a mouthful of blood towards Dong Sanjiang, and was about to bite his tongue and kill himself.

It's just that before he succeeded, Dong Sanjiang, who pulled out his spear, pulled out a gun swing, knocked out his teeth, and could only whimper on the side, making Guang Qingyuan tremble, gritting his teeth, and about to close his eyes and not look at the brothers who had fled with him for so long wailing.

"Guang Shou Bei, Guang Shou Bei, what's the use of your stupid foolish loyalty? You have to think about it, is it the loyalty you are striving for is important, or is it the group of brothers on the ground who follow you from birth to death are important?" Dong Sanjiang shook the tip of the spear that was still dripping blood, deliberately threw the blood on Guang Qingyuan's face, and said slowly.

Guang Qingyuan just shook his head slowly, not arguing with Dong Sanjiang about anything, after all, in the hearts of these rebellious ministers and thieves, any loyalty, righteousness, etiquette and faith should be fed to the dogs, so it is useless to say more.

Seeing that Guang Qingyuan was still so hard-mouthed, Dong Sanjiang looked cruel, listening to the wailing of the soldier under his feet, he was annoyed, and as soon as the spear fell, he first picked up Dong Wenxiao, who had just spoken against him, and then kicked it hard, causing it to hit the trunk of the tree on the side, and the blood did not stop.

Dong Sanjiang waved his hand and signaled his soldiers to silence, so that Guang Qingyuan, who had his eyes closed, could clearly hear the uncontrollable wails of these people lying on the ground because of pain.

Especially Dong Wenxiao, the youngest in Guang Qingyuan's scout team, whimpered, and scolded people before, but his voice gradually weakened, as if the whole person was going to pass out, but when he was about to pass out, there would always be someone who added another wound to his body in a timely manner, or a knife wound, or a spear tip piercing, anyway, it was to defeat Guang Qingyuan's mentality.

Seeing that he was being used as a tool to threaten Guang Qingyuan, Dong Wenxiao tried to keep his voice to a minimum, whining and wailing in a low voice, not wanting not to make a sound at all, but even his teeth were knocked out by Dong Sanjiang, and his mouth was leaking, so what could Dong Wenxiao do?

The scouts watching from the side were all with cracked eyes, eager to pick Dong Sanjiang's skin and drink his blood.

And Guang Qingyuan, who closed his eyes, also burst into tears, he knew that this personal soldier who followed him was already working very hard, and he knew that they would not be able to get out of this forest today.

Alas, Your Majesty, the minister really can't hold on.

If no one comes to save him, the minister will do the only bad thing in his life.

Guang Qingyuan slowly opened his eyes, as if he had exhausted his life's strength, and said to Dong Sanjiang with some pale and weakness: "Stop, what you want, I'll tell you." ”

"Don't, sir. ”

"Don't, Guard!"

Even Nadong Wenxiao shook his head gently with a whimper, and looked at Guang Qingyuan with tears streaming down his face.

And Guang Qingyuan didn't look at them again, looked at Dong Sanjiang and his subordinates stopped their hands, and sighed, "Give them a good time, goodbye in the next life, brothers." ”

Dong Sanjiang nodded, "Since the majority of people say so, Dong also has to give his sincerity." ”

After that, he pulled out the knife on his waist and cut off the head of the soldier who fell to the ground with a knife, shouting at Guang Qingyuan not to be the loudest like that, "Sincerity has been expressed, the majority of people can say it, right? Don't think that Dong will be so stupid to kill them and then negotiate with you, and then you say another nonsense, I will let these lying people know what life is better than death." ”

Guang Qingyuan, who seemed to be much older for a moment, sighed again, and was about to tell Dong Sanjiang where the secret document he wanted to know first was hidden by him, but at this time, there was a sound of a dog barking.

Following the sound, Guang Qingyuan, Dong Sanjiang and the others all looked up, a young woodcutter in his twenties, with a sturdy body carrying a pile of firewood on his back, looked at the blood-stained wooden house in front of him in a daze, and beside him, there was an old dog barking without any reins.

Seeing that the old dog beside him was about to rush over and attack, Zhang Tufeng grabbed the knife and slowly walked towards the woodcutter who was still in a daze.

The old dog saw Zhang Tufeng walking slowly with a knife, shouted a few times in a low voice, took a few steps back, and barked at Zhang Tufeng.

The young woodcutter reacted at this time, and wanted to make a noise to stop his dog from attacking, but he was still a step slow, only to see that Zhang Tufeng, who had been through a hundred battles, saw the old dog pounce and bite him, turned sideways, held the knife in both hands and slashed violently, directly slashed the old dog's waist, and then kicked hard, the old dog rolled into the bushes on the side, got up and shook a few times, looked back at the woodcutter, and fell down without moving.

Then the young woodcutter shouted, "Ahh

The pile of firewood on his back slammed to the ground, and the young woodcutter looked at the place where his dog had fallen with a pale expression, looking a little remorseful and confused.

Unlike the common people, who had already knelt on the ground and begged for mercy when they saw this scene, or simply fled for their lives, the young woodcutter whispered, "Why? Why do you do this?"

"I plan to wait for the death of these two old chickens and an old dog, and then I will commit suicide and go back, after all, I was slapped in, except for some fear of death too painful, I have nothing to worry about. ”

"I'm all in this deep mountain and old forest, why did you kill my chickens and cut down the dogs I fed?"

......

Seeing this young woodcutter whispering and saying some words in the clouds, Dong Sanjiang smiled playfully, glanced at Zhang Tufeng, and then said: "I'm sorry, I'm General Nai'an's lieutenant Dong Sanjiang, young man, your chicken and dog today, I will requisition, and please have time to go to the third battalion to find our master for reimbursement." ”

Zhang Tufeng grinned and slowly leaned over, what Lord Dong said was right, but seeing this scene, I asked you to go and reimburse Lord Yan for your life, but I forgot to say it.

Seeing that the earth wind was closer to the woodcutter, Guang Qingyuan couldn't help it after all, and shouted: "Be careful!"

Zhang Tufeng held the knife and said with a hideous face: "It's late." ”

A knife slashed at the young woodcutter's neck, and what he wanted was to kill him with a knife, and then he would have another good meal of dog meat.

It's just why does Lord Dong shout "be careful of the local style"?

Zhang Tufeng looked at the empty front under the knife in a daze, suddenly felt a little cold on his body, looked down, his eyes were frightened, and he struggled to cover the blood gushing out of his neck.

And in the eyes of Dong Sanjiang and others, when Zhang Tufeng slashed at the young woodcutter just now, the woodcutter avoided Zhang Tufeng's fatal knife with a strange body method, pulled out a firewood knife from the pile of firewood, and Zhang Tufeng showed a back-to-back posture, a backhand knife, which was a wipe, and then Zhang Tufeng knelt down.

Fatal with one hit!

The soldiers watching the play on the side all picked up their weapons and stood up, and even Dong Sanjiang squinted his eyes and looked at the young woodcutter.

Something.

I saw the young woodcutter whisper: "You are not qualified, kill my chickens and dogs, and dirty my house, alas, then I can only reluctantly kill you all." ”