"General, it's unfair! General!"

The man who had just been whipped a few times started to wail again and struggled to get up, but the people beside him were very afraid and even moved their butts backwards.

It’s a pity that there is a broken wall behind it, and I can’t move far, but instead let the young man take a few steps forward.

"Unfortunately? Have you ever been to the military camp?"

General Chai raised his hand to stop the third brother's whip.

When the young man saw the third brother raise his hand, he instinctively shrank his neck. He found that the whip was not whipped off, but was stopped by the general. He felt hope in his heart and his tone was three points higher.

"When I arrived, I didn't know it was a military camp, and there were no soldiers guarding me around. General, I won't blame anyone who doesn't know it!"

"Oh? Or a scholar?"

General Chai looked at the young man with interest and smiled.

The young man became more and more happy and quickly said, "General, we are all people in Fenzhou Prefecture. We have just fled here because of the disaster this year. We have no idea that it is the important place of the military camp. Otherwise, we would not dare to trek in even if we were so brave."

General Chai nodded in agreement: "I'm sorry you don't have the courage."

"Yes, yes, general, we naturally don't have the courage. We are just asking for a bowl of food and will never dare to be a spy."

He said, kneeling down and begging for mercy: "Please let us go, we must build a temple for the general."

The refugees behind him saw that the general seemed to be a colleague, so they rushed forward and knelt down and begged for mercy.

I didn't know what to say, but repeated the scholar's words.

"Build a temple and build a temple? OK, okay, his grandmother's, no one in our young master built a temple and built a temple for him, but someone did it for me."

General Chai seemed very happy and laughed.

Everyone around them also started to laugh.

"Scholars are scholars. Damn it, they can make me happy with just a few words, but they are sweeter than the kiln sisters in the city."

Looking at his subordinates around him, General Chai took a sip of wine and his face suddenly darkened: "So what I annoyed the most is you sour scholars!"

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the men put away their smiles in great understanding and looked at the scholar with gloating pleasure.

The scholar had never seen such a scene before. The smile on his face froze and he didn't know what to do.

"General..." The scholar shrank in fear and sweated down: "General..."

"If you don't know the big words and beg me for mercy, I might let you go. But you read and read, and have been to the important military camp. If you let you go, you will arrange the arrangements in my camp and say to others, and I will be chopped off my head."

General Chai stood up, completely devoid of the smile and kindness he had just now. He pressed his hand on his waist knife and approached him with a ferocious look.

The scholar was so scared that his soul was gone, his tongue trembled and he couldn't speak.

With a swish, the waist knife was unsheathed and the cold blade was placed on the scholar's head.

"Will..."

Although he was so scared that he peed his pants, his instinct to survive made the scholar continue begging for mercy: "General, I..."

I can't say anything.

After a moment of silence, General Chai suddenly laughed again: "Hahaha, what are you afraid of? I won't kill you."

"Thank you, thank you General!"

The scholar survived the disaster and kowtowed like pounding garlic.

"There are many ways not to let you tell me, there is no need to kill you."

The scholar responded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, what the general said is that villains must keep their mouths tight and never talk nonsense."

General Chai shook his head: "Hey, you said you keep your mouth as tight as a bottle? If you want me to say, cut off your tongue and chop off your hands. Even if you want to say it, you can't say it, and you can't write it even if you want to!"

"ah!"

The scholar was stunned and even his reaction to begging for mercy was half a beat slow.

"General, General, the villain is wrong. Please don't cut the villain's tongue..."

General Chai burst into laughter, sat down, pointed at the scholar who was wet, and the scholars above and below said to the people around him: "Look at this kid, he can't stand the scare at all. If someone tortures him, he will definitely be able to do anything."

Everyone around them also responded.

"If he violated the law, he would kill him. If he did not, he would not kill him. Why should he humiliate a scholar like this?"

Suddenly a disharmonious voice came from behind.

General Chai and others turned around and it was Yang Mo who spoke.

He sat next to the fire. His clothes had dried up and his body temperature returned to normal. He had eaten and drunk enough.

"What? Do you want to stand up for him?"

General Chai was a little surprised at first, and then showed a playful smile.

"If I want to stand up for him, the dagger will be inserted into your neck just now."

The soldiers around him pulled out their waist knife with a squeak and slowly surrounded Yang Mo.

Yang Mo was unmoved and put the dagger on the fire and roasted it. He turned around and faced them: "It's all for the government. If I kill you, it's hard to explain to Miss Li."

General Chai only noticed the dagger in Yang Mo's hand at this time. He recognized that he had a special dagger for the Duke's Mansion.

All the confidants and generals of the Li family are there.

"Brother, where are you doing business?"

Seeing the dagger and hearing Yang Mo say this again, General Chai slightly put away his hostility and asked tentatively.

"Come from Chang'an."

Yang Mo asked to guess the current situation in Taiyuan, so he made up an inference. Sure enough, General Chai's face changed again. He raised his hand slightly and signaled his subordinates who were full of vigilance to put away their waists.

"But the Duke of the State wants to send a letter to Miss Li?"

Yang Mo did not answer, but instead asked in his smile just now: "What, do you want to know?"

"Haha, this is a secret, and I, Chai Maoquan, naturally understands the rules."

Chai Maoquan?

Yang Mo frowned. Such a rough appearance, also known as both talent and appearance?

No matter what, if his nonsense identity scares him, his goal will be achieved. There is no need to get too involved with him to avoid any extraneous problems.

"If these refugees really violate the law, General Chai will kill them. It is not as good as usual at this time, so it is never too much to be careful."

Yang Mo said halfway, and Chai Maoquan naturally understood the latter half: if there was no mistake, he would let it go quickly.

After hesitating for a while, Chai Maoquan smiled and said, "Brother, in the past, Brother Zhao came to deliver letters, why didn't Brother Zhao come today?"

Yang Mo naturally knew that he was a temptation, but he didn't answer, and threw Junchen's imperial roadway over there.

Chai Maoquan took it and looked it carefully, and confirmed it was correct.

"I came to Taiyuan for another business. As for Brother Zhao who you said, I don't recognize him."

As he said that, he looked at the bag on the ground: "If you don't believe it, you will know it when you open the bag."

"That can't, brother is too worried."

He said this but gave Liu Jiang a look.

Liu Jiang walked over, opened the bag, and said oh.

Chai Maoquan looked at it, his eyes widened: "Lai Junchen!"

Lai Junchen went to the military camp many times, and he recognized it.

As a senior general of the Taiyuan defender, Li Xiuning naturally knew what he wanted to do.

Therefore, when she saw Lai Junchen's head, her eyes changed when she looked at Yang Mo.

He quickly stepped forward and slapped Liu Jiang: "Who is the fuck that makes you look at Shangguan Baofu? There are no rules!"

He turned around and apologized to Yang Mo and said, "Shangguan, don't be surprised."

"Damn Liu Jiang, I think you want to eat military sticks. These people are either old or young, and they are also frivolous scholars. Can they be spies?"

Chai Maoquan suddenly became righteous and slapped again: "I think you want to kill Liang and take credit, right? Our military camp has already drawn the village, so what can I do if I go and take a look? You kid are taking a chicken feather as an arrow!"

After being slapped three times in vain, Liu Jiang's eyes were filled with stars, and it was not right to go back, nor was it not right to go back.

"What are you doing when you stand?"

Another slap: "Why don't you let me go quickly?"

"Yes...yes..." Liu Jiang was suffocated and could no longer find him. He turned around and quickly took his people to untire the ropes for the refugees.

The refugees thanked them so much that they walked out of the ruined temple in panic.

"That scholar!"

Chai Maoquan called the scholar and almost scared him to his knees, thinking that the moody living king of Hell was about to change his mind again.

But it won't work until it stops, so I can only turn around tremblingly.
To be continued...