As the saying goes, listen to what he says and watch what he does.

Feng Shuangli naturally would not easily believe what the hunter said.

He asked without any emotion: "If you say you are a hunter, then you must be living in the mountains. Take us to see your residence."

If this guy is really a spy, he made up a reason to deceive Feng Shuangli, Feng Shuangli could see through it just by going to see his residence.

It is impossible for a spy to suddenly turn into a family from the mountains.

It would be too exaggerated to say that this guy came to build a room in advance with preparation.

"No problem, I'll take the general there. But... can you see if you can untie the rope in my hand?"

He paused and said, "I can't escape with so many of you. By the way, my name is Zhao Sanhu."

Feng Shuangli was amused by him.

This Zhao Sanhu is really interesting.

"Okay, untie him."

Even if this person can fly over the eaves and walk around, it is impossible for him to be under Feng Shuangli's nose.

Otherwise, these tens of thousands of troops could commit suicide together.

The personal soldiers hesitated for a moment and followed the order.

There are so many of them that even if this person wants to assassinate the prince, he will not have a chance.

Zhao Sanhu was untied and moved his arms, grinning and said, "These brothers tied them up very strongly, and they all tied them up with blood marks. They were also tied up like this when they tied up wild animals."

As soon as Zhao Sanhu finished speaking, he was glared at by his personal soldiers, and he had to swallow and continued: "I'm leading the way in front, you can follow me. I'm not far from my residence, and I'll be able to arrive soon."

Feng Shuangli nodded slightly.

In order to prevent Zhao Sanhu from escaping, Feng Shuangli deliberately ordered several personal soldiers to walk in front of him.

This made Zhao Sanhu more or less disappointed.

The general still doesn't trust him very much.

But this is understandable.

After all, he can't really prove his identity now.

It’s untrue to say it, but you have to see the house before you can believe it.

"General, are you from Sichuan?"

Zhao Sanhu said as he walked, "I heard that your accent seems to be from Sichuan."

In fact, Feng Shuangli and others were not native to Sichuan people. It was just because Zhang Xianzhong entered Sichuan and stayed in Sichuan for several years, so he brought some Sichuan accents.

"What do you ask about these things and lead the way."

Feng Shuangli had no intention of chatting with Zhao Sanhu and interrupted directly.

Zhao Sanhu was bored by himself, so he stopped asking and continued to lead the way in the front.

I have to say that the environment is very good.

Although autumn has begun, the trees are green and there is no trace of autumn at all.

Walking through a forest, a stream suddenly came into view.

Zhao Sanhu said happily: "Look at me, General, my room is here."

Feng Shuangli looked over and saw a thatched hut.

Is this person really a hunter? Don't worry, go over and take a look first.

Feng Shuangli urged: "Take us to have a look."

Zhao Sanhu thought to himself that this general was really cautious and refused to believe him until the last moment.

Forget it, I'm still missing the last tremor when I've already walked here?

Since he wants to see it, let's take a look.

He is a big man living alone in this mountain, are he still afraid of showing it to others?

Feng Shuangli is not a person who likes to chat with people, especially during the march.

But he had to admit that Zhao Sanhu was indeed good at chatting.

This made him feel like he was going back more than ten years ago.

Because the Eight Great Kings Zhang Xianzhong is also good at chatting.

But this thought only flashed for a moment.

Feng Shuangli smiled bitterly in his heart. How could this hunter compete with the Eight Kings?

No matter from any angle, it is unmatched.

Soon they arrived in front of Zhao Sanhu's house.

This is a typical thatched hut.

Rammed earth walls and thatched roofs.

Although it is a little simpler, there is no problem with sheltering from wind and rain.

I have to say that Zhao Sanhu is very good at choosing places.

The thatched hut he built was very particular in its location, and it was stuck on a high slope, which was quite a distance from the woods. Ordinary beasts would not get close to them at all.

He lives alone in the mountains, so he must be careful. Otherwise, if he encounters wild animals such as tigers at night, he will probably be buried in his sleep.

"Take us in and have a look."

Feng Shuangli said in a deep voice.

It can be seen that the thatched hut is not big, and the three of them seemed very crowded just after entering.

Zhao Sanhu rubbed his hands and said awkwardly: "You see, I am very simple here, and there is nothing to entertain you."

Feng Shuangli shook his head and said, "No need."

It can be seen that this should be Zhao Sanhu’s residence.

"Let me ask you, how far is this place from Hanzhong?"

Since Zhao Sanhu was not a spy, Feng Shuangli put down his vigilance and asked him about the situation in Hanzhong.

"Hanzhong? General is going to Hanzhong?"

Zhao Sanhu shook his head repeatedly and said, "I'm afraid there are still hundreds of miles. Walk along the road you just walked. You should be able to get there in two days. At the slowest time, it will be there."

He paused and said hesitantly: "But I advised the general not to take this road. There are many fortresses on this road, which can easily lead to a loss of troops."

Zhao Sanhu swallowed and said, "I guess the general is going to fight the Tartars. We are all Han people, so we can say whatever we want. The Tartars attach great importance to Hanzhong, and a lot of soldiers have been hoarded in Hanzhong City. The key is that these forts firmly surround Hanzhong City in the middle. Some people would avoid these forts when hunting. The Tartars inside were very vigilant, and they were afraid that they would be caught by them and regarded as spies. But they never thought they would run into the general today. But this was also destined to be destined."

Feng Shuangli frowned and felt very complicated.

This Zhao Sanhu is too talkative.

He just asked one question, and the guy answered three times.

But what this guy said makes some sense.

If you take a normal route, you will inevitably encounter many Tartars in the fortress.

It is no problem to win one by one, but it will lose a lot of troops.

Feng Shuangli brought not many troops this time, and there were only tens of thousands of people in total. Naturally, he had to consider the issue of war damage, and at least he could not lose too much troops before attacking Hanzhong City.

"You mean there is another way?"

Feng Shuangli asked.

"certainly!"

Zhao Sanhu patted his chest and said proudly: "General, you don't even look at what a certain person does. Hunter like us dare not say anything else, but in terms of the ability to explore this road, if I say it is second, no one dares to say it first."

Feng Shuangli waved his hand and said, "Don't just say that this is useless. How many people can you walk on the road you are talking about at the same time?"

The issue Feng Shuangli needs to consider is not only the ability to walk, but also the speed of passage.

If the road Zhao Sanhu mentioned is just a path of intestinal silence, how long will it take for his more than 10,000 troops to line up?

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Chapter completed!