Han Mo led Xue Shao, Xue Shao and Xiao Mu into the convoy in accordance with the sound. He saw that there were five or six big knife hands around there, and three archers bent their bows and arrows, aiming at a carriage in the convoy. In front of the carriage, a coachman and a force worker were fighting for red faces and refused to give in to each other.

Xue Shao held the knife and stepped forward and shouted, "What are you arguing with?"

The coachman immediately pointed at Li Gong and said, "Sir, he... he is not from this car. He just falsely blames me and says I am a spy... I ask for the master to make the decision!"

Na Ligong also hurriedly said, "Sir, I am the one from this car. I don't see the original handlebar style. I don't know if it was killed. But the liar came over and said that he was a handlebar style... Sir, I'm sure this guy must be those bad guys..."

Xue Shao frowned and asked the other coachman: "Do you know who is fake?"

The nearby coachmen looked at each other but did not dare to answer.

These nearly a thousand coachmen and laborers were not together before, but were temporarily recruited or transferred. They were in a hurry and didn't know each other much, but they were just a temporary match, with two to three people in charge of a car.

The driver and assistant of the same car are naturally familiar with each other, but the neighbors may not know the details. Moreover, they have been working hard all day long, only knowing to pull the cart and transport grain, and never say hello. They are already unfamiliar with each other, so it is normal for this car not to know the other car, so suddenly someone argues, and it is really difficult to determine who is real and who is fake for a while.

Xue Shao held the hilt tightly and said in a deep voice: "You have the courage to attack, you can be considered a man. It would be boring to hide your head and tail like this."

He wanted to use a trick to stimulate the other party and stimulate the other party. As long as the other party is strong, he was afraid that he would really come out. However, he didn't think about it. Since the other party was a dark spy, he had a strong tolerance and could watch his companions get annihilated without showing any signs. He wanted to act here, so it was impossible to come out on his own initiative, but he had to find an opportunity to escape.

Xiao Mu said to Han Mo softly: "Sir... I would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let them go, than to let them go...!" He pressed his hands down in a knife shape, which was to kill both of them. Although it would kill an innocent person, it could also remove one of the spies.

If Han Mo had no good way to find out, if not many people knew about this, Han Mo would be very likely to choose this method.

However, in full view of the public, Han Mo was hesitant.

He also knew that ruthlessness was inevitable for those who accomplished great things, but at this time countless coachmen saw it. If they killed these two people, they would definitely kill one. In other words, an innocent person would be killed under the eyes of everyone. This helpless method may not cause too serious consequences, but it will definitely make the coachmen feel disgusted with the Imperial Guard. It is not known that other storms will occur along the way. More importantly, if someone sneaks in in the future, even if these coachmen know, they are afraid of being involved, they will definitely not report it again.

Han Mo pondered slightly, and the two of them were still quarreling endlessly. He finally went forward and three or four steps away from the two of them, focusing on guard to prevent the spies from attacking. He said with a smile on his face: "Let's do this, stretch out your hands and let me see..." The coachman was stunned and immediately stretched out his hands. The force worker was a little confused, but also stretched out his hands.

Han Mo casually swept the two of them with his palms and immediately pointed at the coachman and said, "You are a spy, can you still dare to argue?"

The coachman was stunned and shouted quickly: "Sir, I...I'm wronged..."

Han Mo poked out his left hand, grabbed the driver's neck, and shouted, "Stop..." Seeing that his hand was about to grab the driver, the driver's face was pale and stunned, but he saw Han Mo's right hand suddenly grabbed the driver like lightning. The change was very abrupt and the speed was extremely fast. When the driver reacted, Han Mo's right hand, like a hook, had already grabbed his throat.

The steward shouted softly and dodged his body, and was about to avoid the attack. Who knew that Han Mo's figure was like a ghost. While the steward dodged, Han Mo's body slid to the same side, flew up his right leg, and kicked straight towards the steward. Then he heard a "bang" sound, and was kicking the man's waist. The man groaned, his body shaking, and felt a numbness between his waist and his feet, and he was about to collapse.

Han Mo didn't wait for the man to have a chance to commit suicide. His right hand had already poked out like a poisonous snake, pressed it on the lower jaw of the man, held it up and pulled it horizontally, and the man's jaw was dislocated. A small green pill flew out of his mouth. Han Mo reached out to catch it and found that there was a layer of wax paper wrapped around the pill. He was an expert in the pharmacy department. Naturally, he understood that whenever the wax paper was bitten, the medicinal properties of the pill inside would occur. Moreover, the pill was obviously a highly toxic drug, and it would be killed when it was in the mouth.

The spy who turned into a force craftsman showed a look of fear in his eyes. He obviously did not expect that Han Mo could identify his identity in an instant, nor did he expect that this gentle young man would take action so quickly and decisively, cleanly and neatly without any drag.

Han Mo stretched out his hand and pushed it. Two soldiers had already come forward and pressed the spy to the ground. Someone even took a ox tendon rope and tied the guy up tightly.

The stunned coachman recovered at this time, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Han Mo had already come over and patted him on the shoulder, and smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, you are your own person, you have wronged you just now."

The coachman hurriedly said, "No...I dare, sir...Is he so surprised and couldn't speak for a while. Didn't Lord Han say that he was a spy just now? Why did he go to the force worker when he took action? How did Lord Han identify that the force worker was a spy?

Xiao Mu and Xue Shao had already come forward, their eyes were full of surprise. They looked at each other and Xue Shao asked, "Sir, how did you... know that kid is a spy? This... is so amazing!"

Han Mo smiled and said, "Actually it's not a difficult thing!" He asked the spy to spread his hands and asked the coachman to spread his hands. Then he smiled and said, "Look at it carefully!"

Xue Shao and Xiao Mu couldn't help but look at each other carefully. Even the soldiers next to them opened their eyes wide, but they were just four palms. They looked at each other in a hurry, but they couldn't tell why.

Seeing that everyone's faces were confused, Han Mo smiled faintly, and did not stop him, he explained: "Look at the hands of his two men. The calluses on the left hand are extremely thick, but the right hand is much better... This is the sign of the coachman. The coachman always pulls the reins with his left hand and dances the whip with his right hand. The left hand is rubbed by the reins for many years. The calluses are naturally very thick, and the whip with his right hand is naturally much better. So he is the coachman, and there is nothing suspicious about it." He pointed to the spy who was struggling on the ground and said: "He is different. His left hand is extremely smooth, but his right hand is full of calluses... That is the trace left by practicing knife skills and using the knife to leave. If he really does a strong job, it must be that both palms have thick calluses. Could it be that he always does it with his right hand, and his left hand is idle?"

After Han Mo explained this, everyone compared the palms of the two. As Han Mo said, the coachman had a heavy calluse on his left hand and a light calluse on his right hand, while the spy was just the opposite. He immediately realized that he couldn't help but admire Han Mo.

Xue Shao sighed, "Sir, although I am old, I am not as old as you. You can see clearly, but I don't see it at all."

Han Mo laughed and said, "Xue Hujunwei's words are bad. The so-called three people must have my teacher. Everyone has their strengths, and everyone has their own skills. I have many shortcomings. I still want to ask you...!"

Han Mo was smart and wise, but kind and modest. Everyone saw it, which increased the respect.

Han Mo glanced at the spy and said softly: "These people are infiltrated and wearing our own clothes. I believe they have secretly assassinated many of our brothers..." He sighed and said: "Emperor Xue Hu Junjun, you can bring some brothers into the town, find the right place, search the town, collect the bodies of the brothers first, register them, and wait for us to return to the capital, ask the Lord of the Lord to issue an order to reward their families and comfort them well."

Xue Shao agreed and immediately took the soldiers back to the town.

Han Mo ordered again: "The soldiers who change defenses will go to the town to rest first, but don't be too dispersed. At least ten people are a room, so it's okay to be crowded. The key is to take care of each other and don't let the enemy take advantage of the situation again!" He even ordered Xiao Mu to find a place to bury the enemy's body. After all, when the people in the town get up tomorrow, they will always be a little troublesome.

After the defense was settled, Han Mo called someone to bring the remaining survivor to his side and said directly: "I am Han Mo, and the director of the West Flower Hall of Yan... The person who was brought into the West Flower Hall can even be pried open... I don't know if you are willing to go in and try it first, or tell me who sent you now? Of course, I must remind you that after entering the West Flower Hall, you will definitely... be very unhappy!"

The spy was tied tightly by a cow tendon rope and could not move. There were two swords behind him holding bright big swords, which could be cut off at any time and cut off his head.

After Han Mo asked, he stretched out his hand and pushed the man's jaw up. Then he looked at the man faintly, his eyes shining indifferently.

"I can't say anything..." The man said with his neck straight: "If you want to kill, you will kill!"

Han Mo said lightly: "It seems that you are really a tough guy. If you are from another country and do this, you will be your own master. I admire you for your daring to sneak in and set fire... But if you are from Yan, you will design a fire and burn the disaster relief food that these victims rely on for survival. But I want to ask if you still have humanity?"

The man pondered for a moment before saying, "No need to say more. Since I was captured by you, I didn't want to live... Just kill me!"

Han Mo held his chin and stared at the spy coldly, saying calmly: "Sometimes it is not easy to die!" He called a cavalry captain and ordered: "Take a few people with you and be responsible for watching him... If he suddenly disappears or dies, General Law will be engaged!"

The captain agreed and sent him to take him into the convoy and guard him closely.

Miao Wu set up the military formation in the second half of the night, then came over and said, "Brother Han, it was fortunate that you saw through their tricks tonight. Otherwise, they would have been involved in the storm. The consequences would be unimaginable... If we were to mingle in the convoy and set fire secretly, we would never be prepared for it."

Han Mo smiled and said, "It was just a sudden thought of it when the inspiration appeared."
Chapter completed!