The situation changed too quickly, and Yang Mo did not give him time to react.

Hula, a group of people surrounded him, almost like a stack of arhats, and they were trapped in a mess.

"Hey, hey, hey... This hero is a good man, don't be too harsh."

The scholar quickly dissuaded the refugees who wanted to tie Yang Mo up.

Although Chai Rongquan and his men were all veterans, there were too few people and too many refugees.

Besides, they came in very suddenly and did not talk about martial ethics, so they would serve them as big sticks when they met.

Until he was tied up like a crab, Chai Maoquan's head was still confused and he didn't even say harsh words.

The scholar bowed to Yang Mo with his fists and saluted: "Thank you for your help just now. Zhang Liang is very grateful. If the hero is fine, he can leave. Everyone can hear that this hero is my friend, so don't hurt him!"

Yang Mo raised his hand to reply, but was stunned again, Zhang Liang?

However, the scholar named Zhang Liang did not notice Yang Mo's abnormality. He turned around and looked at the soldier named Zhao Mo and said, "This man is also a good person. I just excused me, don't make things difficult for him."

The refugees who tied Zhao Mo quickly untied the rope.

"This guy deserves to be killed. He dares to hit me with a whip!"

After Zhang Liang finished speaking, his face turned red, the scar that had not disappeared was very terrifying, and his tone also changed: "Tie him up and give him sacrifice to the sky in a while!"

He arranged Chai Maoquan's subordinates one by one, and pulled out Chai Maoquan's waist with a squeak. He wanted to put the blade on his neck, but his body retreated and was blocked by the refugees behind him.

"Winning back, what are so many people doing?"

Zhang Liang turned his head and scolded him in dissatisfaction. The refugee gave him a look in anger and retreated.

"Scatter, spread, all spread."

A hunchbacked man who looked like Zhang Liang's dog legs stood up and drove everyone away: "I've seen it carefully, my family's general is going to cast spells!"

General Zhang Liang? Could it be Zhang Liang?

Yang Mo, who had been observing Zhang Liang, heard these four words, and when he looked at the scholar who called himself Zhang Liang, his eyes changed: "Time traveler?"

There is no Yellow Turban Rebellion in the history of this world.

Is it a coincidence?

He calls himself a general, also known as Zhang Liang...

Moreover, after observation just now, Yang Mo discovered that although these refugees followed Zhang Liang's arrangement, they seemed to be very dissatisfied with him.

But this dissatisfaction is suppressed, and no one dares to show it on the surface.

Yang Mo, who originally wanted to leave quickly, became curious about Zhang Liang and the refugees, so he watched patiently.

Chai Maoquan recovered from the splitting headache, like a trapped beast, staring at Zhang Liang with a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

The timid scholar who had been before had long disappeared, and Zhang Liang, who had replaced him, looked proud.

"What are you looking at? Kneel down! I will also use your tongue to test the knife."

Facing Chai Maoquan's creepy gaze, Zhang Liang was not afraid at all, but became a little excited.

Another psychopath?

Yang Mo stood beside him and frowned. He was also very familiar with Zhang Liang's excitement now.

The younger brother who liked to commit violence against international wanted criminals in his previous life had this expression every time he caught someone.

"Bah, something like a dog is worthy of my kneeling down on you!"

Chai Maoquan looked ferocious, spitting at Zhang Liang, then turned his head and circled around him, very disdainful.

Zhang Liang wiped the saliva from his face and was about to have an attack when he heard the shouts from behind: "Master Lame..."

Yang Mo heard the movement and looked in the sound. The crowd separated and a limping man with a cane came over.

He is about thirty-five or six years old, and is thin, wearing a green cloak. The cloak has long been worn and has turned a little white when washed.

You can vaguely see the word "No" written on it.

The man's face seemed to have been burned by fire, and half of his face had scars, but it was not very scary.

After coming in with a gloomy face, he looked at Chai Maoquan.

"Mr. Zhang just knelt down for you, right?"

Yang Mo only felt that the man named Lame Master was holding a piece of ice in his arms, and he was cold and had no feelings for him.

"What? Shouldn't he kneel down for me?"

Chai Maoquan is also a person with a lively look. He saw that this lame man had something, not as disdainful as before, but his tone was still very arrogant and domineering.

"No, you are a military master, he is a refugee, and you didn't break the law. If you ask him to kneel down, it's not in accordance with the rules."

"Rules? What rules?"

"Bad military rules."

After the cripple said that, Chai Maoquan looked him up and down, and recognized the cloak he was wearing: "Where are the bad army you are?"

Only then did Yang Mo see clearly the words on the cloak of Lame Master: Bad, I suddenly realized.

There was a profession in the Northern Sui Dynasty called the Bad Man.

This profession also existed in the Tang Dynasty in the previous life.

It is the government who requisitioned those who had evil deeds as the detective and arrested, which is called "bad" and commonly known as "bad spine rot". The person in charge is called "bad commander".

There is no such profession in ordinary government offices, and it is only specially set up in large cities like Chang'an and Luoyang.

It sounds very intimidating, but according to Ma Sanbao, the bad guy is actually not a mysterious organization, but rather it belongs to an open service system.

Not only is it not mysterious, it is also very disgusting.

Because once you become a bad person, you will not be able to get rid of this identity for the rest of your life.

In the Northern Sui law, it is stipulated that bad people are not officials or officials.

Not a common man, he is not a prisoner.

The social status is very low, probably similar to a son-in-law.

Of course, the social status is very low. This sentence was said by Ma Sanbao. The next sentence was guessed by Yang Mo based on Ma Sanbao's expression.

There are no bad people in Taiyuan, so Yang Mo was very curious and unexpectedly saw one today.

I was wondering why this bad guy, who was called Lame Master, got along with these refugees.

"I am a bad person, you don't need to know, you just know that you break the rules."

The lame master looked at him: "The bad guys are the most ruling."

"Yes, because you have violated the law and cannot tell the law, you can only tell the rules, hum!"

Chai Maoquan knew the identity of Mr. Lark, and restored the arrogance and disdain that he had come out of his heart without any concealment.

He is a sixth-rank cavalryman, how could he obey the arrangements of one bad person who is not good at it?

"It's okay if you don't want to kneel down. San'er, dig a hole and bury him."

After Mr. Lame said that, someone answered behind him.

One is buried, two is soaked, three is hung.

It is the punishment for bad people to deal with the so-called broken rules.

Because their existence itself is illegal, and the government only wants to use them and does not want to care about it, so the bad people solve their internal problems themselves.

The law is not reflected in this group of prisoners. If any bad people make mistakes in the future, they cannot refer to the law.

I figured out a punishment method myself: I was to dig a hole and bury it alive, tie it up and jump into the water, and hang it on a rope.

If you can still live, this matter will be over. If you can't live, you can't live anymore.

It is considered the so-called family law of bad people.

Over time, many bad people used these three tricks to deal with some stubborn bandits when checking.

Yang Mo was watching it with great enthusiasm and was thinking in his heart whether to save the Chai person.

Although this guy just scolded him, he was Li Xiuning's subordinate after all.

Chai Maoquan needs training, and the third brother who was beating just now was not dealt with. Even if he was taken to Li Xiuning, it would be a death sentence according to military law. But it was a bit unclear to the hands of these refugees.

Just as I was thinking, I suddenly felt my hands sinking. When I looked down, I saw two black children, unable to tell the difference between men and women, and were pulling the chicken legs in his hands with both hands.

Looking at the side, there were a few children sharing the roast chicken and roast duck left over from the two of them on the ground.

Even the bones that Chai Mao vomited on the ground were picked up and stuffed into their mouths.

Yang Mo felt a little uncomfortable, and when he relaxed his hands, half of the chicken legs were stolen.

I also thought that if Chai Maoquan really died at the hands of these people, I would probably attract revenge from the Taiyuan defenders.

By then, even if Li Xiuning wants to take care of it, she will not be able to take care of it.

These refugee children...

Yang Mo reached out and touched the head of the child who ate half of his chicken legs, raised his head and said to the lame man: "Master Lame, since you want to follow the rules, if you buried him, it would be a break of the rules."
Chapter completed!