Han Zhenhan's mouth just didn't have water, otherwise he would have to spray it. When did I, Han Zhenhan, become such a person?

If you look closely, this princess is really pretty. She is dressed in a strong outfit and has a convex figure and full of strength. This female leopard has a different experience.

"Shunzi, find some water for her to wash it!"

"yes!"

Shunzi covered his mouth and left with a smile. Qiao Zhiyong, who was following Han Zhenhan, and several other team leaders also smiled knowingly.

Han Zhenhan turned around and found that several people were looking at him with eyes that all men understood. Han Zhenhan realized that what he said was to ask Shunzi to take her to wash. He did not ask Shunzi to arrange a residence for her, and this incident caused several people to misunderstand him.

"Shunzi! Arrange a clean place for her!"

Han Zhenhan had just finished shouting, and his face showed an anxious look. Old Fan was the first to stand at attention and salute and said,

"Report, the regiment commander has nothing to do, I'll go back first! Camp... Camp, aren't we going to Qiaojiazhuang directly tonight?"

Yes, what place to arrange for a residence? Han Zhenhan smiled helplessly.

"Carry down the entire army, hurry up and clean up the battlefield, and go to Qiaojiazhuang tonight!"

All three groups ran away, and Han Zhenhan could see the expression behind him with his eyes closed. The remaining Qiao Zhiyong put away his smiling face and looked at Han Zhenhan with a serious face and said.

"General Han, taking this woman is indeed more beneficial to you to go south, but she... is the daughter of Kublai Khan after all. You are...so..."

Originally, Han Zhenhan thought that Qiao Zhiyong, who looked like a scholar, could say something good, and he was also a daughter of a lustful and brave man who was going to sleep with the future Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty.

"It's not what you think!"

After listening to Han Zhenhan's explanation, Qiao Zhiyong nodded with his lips and said while walking,

"I can see if I can help you."

"I...really not what you think."

After three days of contact, Qiao Zhiyong discovered that this group of people should really be Han people, not some northern barbarians.

Because of living habits, and speaking tone, pronunciation, are all dialects from the northwest or Sichuan. Most of them are Qinyin.

But they all shaved their heads, but they were not afraid of being cold and cold, and they also had strict ranks and strict disciplines that made Qiao Zhiyong unable to touch his mind.

Before Qiao Zhiyong could go far, Han Zhenhan called back. Looking at the busy soldiers not far away, Han Zhenhan asked,

"Do you know how that Mengge Da Khan died?"

"Ah... I've been in the mountains for almost a year. How can I know? But I guess I must have died in Sichuan. When I went home to attend the funeral last year, I heard that the Mongols were going south to fight the Southern Dynasty."

Qiao Zhiyong recalled the memories of last year and explained to Han Zhenhan,

"At that time, many of the students in our academy stopped coming to class, and many of them moved south to further south."

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and when people are robbed.

But tonight there was a bright moon, the starry sky shining, and Han Zhenhan and others were acutely touching the underground wall of Qiaojiazhuang.

Nowadays, there are chaos and bandits, refugees, and soldiers everywhere. All the ancestral houses of wealthy families are high-walled courtyards, and the villages are also covered with servants to protect the courtyard. As for how many people can be, they are naturally linked to the money and food of the village.

The Qiao family was originally one of the top households around Taiyuan Mansion. According to Qiao Zhiyong, there were originally more than 300 guards in Zhuangzili.

There were more than 100 men in the throne, so Han Zhenhan could only use twice the force to break through the landlord's house that was guarding this by nearly 500 people.

At this moment, Han Zhenhan now had no explosive bag in his hand, only a bag of black gunpowder seized from the pursuers before.

This kind of black gunpowder has extremely low potential for explosion, and even thicker wooden doors cannot explode, so there is no difference between not having it.

Before coming, Han Zhenhan and Qiao Zhiyong learned about the general situation and asked someone to make several ladders and a wooden pole. If they really couldn't get in, they could only attack.

A strong attack will definitely cause some damage. The eight hundred brothers Han Zhenhan don’t want anyone to face death again. He will go away again. He survived the disaster last time, and now he has recovered and knows that he is still alive.

Although I lived bizarrely hundreds of years ago, I was living like this, and it was always much better than the disappearance of life.

Han Zhenhan walked out of Luliang just to allow his brothers to survive. Han Zhenhan couldn't bear it in front of the landlord's manor.

People are forced out, and if you want to enter the farm, there is more than one way, and a strong attack is definitely the worst.

Lao Fan and his first battalion crawled directly into the underground of the wall of the manor. It was now approaching sunrise and the time when the night watchmen were most distressed. It was not difficult to approach the outside of the manor with light equipment.

The real main force of the siege was actually more than fifty cavalry riding on horseback behind them. They held torches in their hands and rushed from a distance. After running past the mound where Han Zhenhan and others were hiding, they rushed to the gate of Qiaojiazhuang.

A thin, unkempt man sat on the horse tremblingly, following two other cavalrymen in a very close position behind him. The two seemed to be protecting him, but in fact they were sharp knives on their backs.

This thin man was the traitor Deng Zhichun, and the one who took the lead was the boy Niu Sanpao. The person who was really in charge of the team was Shunzi holding a sharp knife in his hand and pressing against Deng Zhichun behind him.

Because Niu Sanpao looked more like a Mongolian, with a big round face, a beard, and a rough face.

"call!"

"Quick...! Hurry... open the door!"

"Speak louder!"

Shunzi handed the knife in his hand forward and pressed it against Deng Zhichun's waist. Deng Zhichun could already clearly feel the temperature of the sharp knife on his back.

I quickly thrust my back and took off my throat!

"Where are people!... Are they all dead?... Hurry up... The door opens! I slouched and sweated, and I burned you... Zhuangzi!"

The explosive power and expressiveness of people between life and death are really endless. Deng Zhichun's sharp voice is as uncomfortable as a cat's claw scratching the iron sheet. Fortunately, it is very effective now and wakes up the guard guard at the village gate.

When he saw dozens of Mongolian cavalry outside the village gate, he was so scared that his legs were weak.

Shunzi also spoke, and he sent forward a little in his hand, and Deng Zhichun's eyes glared! But the person who was glaring was the guard guard on the city wall!

"What are you doing when you are standing stupid? Let your master come and open the door quickly. If you neglect, the uncle will burn your farm."

"Just look at it, come down now and open the door! It's too late, the man is angry!"

The more Deng Zhichun said, the more anxious he became. He almost cried. He thought that the knife handed it to the end was too tight and it was so hard that it broke the flesh. Deng Zhichun was so painful and scared that this sound came out.

Not long after, the village gate did not open, but a man in the same outfit as Niu Sanpao and others appeared on the wall. He was a Mongolian cavalry and looked quite a little.
Chapter completed!