Who could this coming group be? Not long after Li Ma left to deliver the order, it was impossible for Li Lu and Li Guerrilla to receive the order so quickly and come with his men.

Hutug quickly turned around and looked to the southeast, but a hillside not far away blocked his view. He listened carefully and soon became convinced that a group of men and horses were quickly heading in his direction.

Comes Mercedes.

Hu Tuge was about to call his men to mount their horses when he heard Yang Zhen, who was looking to the west, suddenly smiled at him and said: "Don't panic! If what I expected is correct, it's Zhang Chen and the others who are back!"

The wind blew in the reeds by the river. Although the sound was loud, it could no longer block the sound of horse hooves coming from the southeast. Yang Zhen caught a glimpse of Hutuge's reaction. After thinking about it for a moment, he knew what was going on.

Sure enough, as soon as Yang Zhen finished speaking, a cavalry team appeared on the hillside in the distance that had blocked Hutuge's sight.

On the grassland in June, the sunshine between late and early hours was still strong, and the horse team rushing over the hillside shone white under the strong eyes.

After listening to Yang Zhen's words, Hu Tuge suddenly changed his mind when he saw the white horse team again. His tense expression immediately relaxed, and he grinned a little awkwardly:

"Sure enough, Zhang Shoubei and the others are back!"

Zhang Chen and the others arrived very quickly, as if in the blink of an eye, they galloped from the gently undulating hillside in the distance to the high ground on the river bank where Yang Zhen and others were standing.

"Sir! How's it going? Did our scene go smoothly?!"

Zhang Chen asked with a happy face as he turned over and dismounted.

In fact, they saw the situation here when they rushed up the gently undulating hillside in the distance. Since Zu Keyong's men and horses had left, it meant that their scene was completed.

Therefore, without waiting for Yang Zhen to speak, he continued with a smile: "The lower-ranking people took the group named Fan and walked eastward for seven or eight miles. Before they had time to go south, a few brothers couldn't bear it.

Live and speak!

"When I thought about it, if this is the case, then don't be cautious anymore and just take action! The few Karaqin cavalry and several caravan guards along with Fan were killed by us on the spot!

I was afraid that the man named Fan would be useful, so I spared his life!"

Zhang Chen dismounted, smiling and talking, and finally turned around to order the team behind him. Like an eagle catching a chicken, he picked up Fan Yudong and threw him under the high ground where Yang Zhen was standing.

At this moment, Fan Yudong had already been tightly tied up, and his previous gentle demeanor was long gone. Instead, he looked like he had been beaten and beaten.

His hair was scattered, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his clothes were torn. He lay curled up in a ball on the ground, groaning, and his mouth was obviously stuffed with a piece of brocade torn from his body.

When Yang Zhen saw this, he felt happy. He smiled and thanked Zhang Chen and others for their hard work. He quickly walked down from the high ground, came to Fan Yudong, and kicked him hard in the face. Successfully

The ground kicked him out of his semi-conscious state.

Fan Yudong opened his swollen eyes with difficulty, groaning and looking around at the situation around him.

When Yang Zhen saw that he had opened his eyes and came to his senses, he immediately squatted down and pulled out the bloody brocade from his mouth.

After the thing that had been blocking his mouth fell, Fan Yudong took a few long breaths and finally recovered a little. He looked closely and saw that the person who had made the decision was right in front of him. He immediately struggled and said:

"You, who are you? You, you are not the soldiers of the Qing Dynasty, you are not the soldiers of the Ten Princes. Who are you? I have no enmity with you. Our Fan family has no enmity with you. You,

Why are you doing this?"

Fan Yudong was so confused that he couldn't understand why these people who were originally good to each other suddenly turned against him without any warning, and dealt deadly blows to himself and his subordinates.

"Who are you? What do you want to do? If you want money, wealth, or the money we give you, I can make the decision and give it to you. I am the Fan family, the big proprietor of the Shanyou Chamber of Commerce in Zhangjiakou.

The children of!

"You want money, and my Fan family has plenty of it. No matter how much you want, the Fan family will be willing to pay to redeem me, but please, don't kill me!"

Fan Yudong saw that the person who had made the decision before listened to his inquiry and was completely indifferent. He just looked at him with a half-smile.

This made him further feel the malice of the group of people in front of him towards him, and at this time he was already very sure that these people were not Qing soldiers with white flags in Manchuria at all.

Because these people all speak Chinese, and they all speak Liaodong Mandarin.

Of course, when he was still sober, he also figured out that this group of people would not be some Han banner generals from the Qing Dynasty. If that were the case, they would definitely kill him on the spot.

If they were the Heavenly Blessing Soldiers, the Heavenly Assistance Soldiers, or some Han army from Wuzhen Chaoha Camp, then how could they explain to the Qing Dynasty that they had robbed the Fan family's belongings?

Therefore, since people like Zhang Chen did not kill him with a single knife when killing others, they gave him a trace of hallucination, making him think that these people were probably the horse thieves that are common on the grassland.

These people pretended to be soldiers of the Qing Dynasty with the purpose of robbing money. As long as they revealed their true identity in time and revealed their relationship with the Fan family, these thieves who robbed money would definitely regard themselves as rare and valuable meat.

Kill yourself.

"I am the eldest grandson of Fan Yongkui of Zhangjiakou Shanyou Chamber of Commerce, and the grandnephew of Fan Yongdou, the big proprietor of the chamber of commerce! Our Fan family has plenty of money and things you need! You can get it with just a handwritten letter from me. Don't kill me!"

When Fan Yudong saw that the person in front of him was still looking at him with a half-smile, and was obviously indifferent to what he said about ransom, he finally panicked again.

When Yang Zhen saw Fan Yudong looking so afraid of death, he thought for a moment, suddenly stood up, and said to him condescendingly:

"Whether I kill you or not depends on your performance! - Let me ask you, who is the leader in your entire caravan this time?"

When Fan Yudong saw Yang Zhen suddenly asking such a question, he was a little stunned for a moment. The man in front of him was not concerned about his ransom at all, and he spoke fluent Chinese.

Only then did he remember that the target of this group was their entire caravan, not just him who was standing in front of them.

He lay on the ground and turned around to look at the people around him. There were only forty or fifty people at most. Even if you include the group of people who had defrauded him of his personal tokens and close servants, there were only two hundred people.

.

——They alone dare to covet the entire caravan’s belongings belonging to the Eight Families, and dare to target the entire caravan?! Could it be that they are kidnapping the entire caravan owner to extort a higher price?

idea?!

Fan Yudong remained silent, closing his eyes and thinking about it.

It's a pity that Yang Zhen doesn't have the patience to play tricks with him.

For Yang Zhen, if Fan Yudong cooperates a little and tells the truth, then let him die happily and leave his body intact. If he still has any luck, then he can be killed. He is not bad either.

His little ransom.

Therefore, when Yang Zhen saw that he had listened to the question, he closed his eyes and stopped talking. He then said to Hu Tuge, who was standing beside him, looking a little idle:

"Brother Hu, use some means to help him think about it and recall his memories!"

When Hutuge heard this, he immediately grinned, bent down and pulled out a short knife from his boot, took off the scabbard, stuffed it back into his boot, and with lightning speed, he stepped forward and held down Fan Yudong who was tied up.

The hand on the lower back used the short knife to sharply slice off one of Fan Yudong's thumbs.

Fan Yudong felt something unusual and immediately struggled desperately. However, at this moment, he, a playboy with broken ribs, could not escape Hu Touge's brute force.

Hu Tuge took Fan Yudong's original thumb with one hand, and in the other hand he held a sharp short blade used for daily meat cutting, and cut it off in just an instant.

The fingers are connected to the heart, and the severe pain is the most unbearable.

Fan Yudong wailed and struggled, blood gushing out from his thumb and falling drop by drop into the grass on the ground.

Hu Touge successfully completed the task. He took the bloody and bloody severed finger that had just been cut off from Fan Yudong's hand, grinned, and handed it to Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen took it and squatted down again, squatting in front of Fan Yudong who was grinding his teeth in pain and his facial features were distorted. He handed over the severed finger and said to him with a smile:

"I ask you again, who is the leader in your entire caravan this time? If you don't tell, there will only be one result, and that is death! If you lie, I will know soon.

You're still dead, and I promise, you'll regret lying to me!"

"I said, I said, I said, don't kill me! The person in charge of the entire caravan this time is my uncle, my uncle Fan Sanba! My grandfather and uncle are old and can't escape beyond the wall.

, now I take over everything in the Fan family from my uncle!"

Fan Yudong was in unbearable pain, with tears streaming down his face. He could no longer think about the stakes, so he endured the pain and spoke in full.

"My father died early, and my grandfather followed his uncle around and was rarely at home. Therefore, I was brought up by my uncle Fan Sanba since I was a child. He treated me as my own child! You want me to redeem you with something from my uncle.
Chapter completed!