There was silence in front of the inn, and everyone looked at Wang Yue's fist with awe.

"Scatter, all spread out!"

A shout suddenly sounded behind the crowd.

The people surrounding the door quickly dispersed, and then an official appeared behind. The officer in front quickly drove away the idle people with a big stick. The official stepped in high spirits, looked at the broken door, and his face changed slightly...

"The deputy commander is very powerful and accidentally defeated it. If compensation is required, the price can be clearly stated."

Ma Kuo said with a smile.

Wang Yue moved his fist aside him.

"It's just a door, but my country won't care."

The man said with a dry smile.

He then became acquainted with Ma Kuo, who was the local companion. He would be responsible for being a guide, guard, and of course, surveillance. In short, he took the envoy of the Song Dynasty to the next stop, Zhuozhou, and then waited for the companion sent by Xijin there. He was just an official lead, and the companion was of the same level as the envoy of the Song Dynasty. He exchanged a few greetings with Ma Kuo, and then left in a hurry to arrange some preparations for the journey.

As for the onlookers in front of the door, they were dispersed by the servants he brought.

"Let's go in and wait first. I guess I'll be able to arrive in Zhuozhou before dark."

Ma Kuo said.

Only then did he realize that Wang Yue was looking into the distance. He then followed Wang Yue's gaze and a burly middle-aged man on the street in the distance was sitting on the horse's back and looking at them quietly.

This should be a Khitan.

Those who were originally looking for trouble in front of the door were talking about something with their heads lowered around him.

"It's probably local Khitan officials, and it seems they don't want to surrender at all."

Ma Kuo said.

"No one likes to surrender to the weak, even when they are desperate, and they know very well that we are the weak."

Wang Yue said.

While speaking, he raised his fist at the man.

The latter smiled indifferently.

"Where did the thief come from? How dare he steal here!"

At this moment, a angrily shout sounded in the inn. Wang Yue and the others hurriedly turned around and saw Wu Song pulling a young man out of the room...

"Master of the Messenger, the young one is not a thief."

The man begged.

"Master, let him go."

Ma Kuo said.

Wu Song let go of the man, Ma Kuo immediately entered the house, and the man followed them in, then closed the door and saluted again.

"The envoy, the young Liu Zongji, is from Zhuozhou. Now in the Baigou army, I am willing to take the copy of the imperial decree back to show everyone. In the future, the Southern Division will enter the country and open the door first to offer it."

He said.

Ma Kuo was stunned for a moment.

"Brother Liu, a copy of the list document needs to be copied separately."

He said.

"It's too late to go back at any time. The envoy will be able to go to Zhuozhou tonight, and the youngest will go to Zhuozhou Station tonight. The envoy will give the youngest a secret military report. The Khitan deployed troops in Baigou, and the smallest will know the smallest. The smallest will help your army win in one battle. Let's talk about it in detail tonight."

The man said anxiously.

After saying that, he immediately turned around and opened the door, and left as quickly as possible.

Ma Kuo looked at Wang Yue...

"I don't think it's normal."

Wang Yue said.

“Where is abnormal?”

Ma Kuo said.

"Feel!"

Wang Yue said.

"I think it's not normal. After all, the Liao Kingdom is in a turmoil now. The Han people in Youyan will not be loyal to the Khitan after all. Our army of more than 100,000 is on the south bank of the Border River, and there are benefits from the Taishi. It's normal for someone to be moved. It's not a big deal. We dare to read the list in public. Are we still afraid of copying a few copies for him? I'll copy him two more copies. Let's talk about it tonight when he comes to Zhuozhou. He will give him some things. Even if the Khitans know about it, what if he comes?

The Grand Master was originally made public."

Ma Kuo said.

Since Wang Yue didn't say much, what he knew about this history was that Ma Kuo did not die on this mission, and he didn't know anything else.

Just as he spoke, the companions returned and took them to set off again.

There are still seventy miles to Zhuozhou here, and you have to rush it all the way. The road along the way is slightly better than the border, and at least you can see real people. But just like the information Tong Guan got, the number of troops is indeed pitifully small. In fact, Wang Yue did not see the army in Xincheng at all. As for the Han army recruited locally, of course, it is not much worse than the south. The 120-year peace is enough to make a powerful army corrupt into slag.

Otherwise, why can't I beat the Jurchens?

If it were the Liao army in the early Song Dynasty, the 20,000 people that Agu had killed were not enough to see.

But along the way, I really didn't see the real elites. It was not until I approached Zhuozhou that Wang Yue and the others met a large number of real elite cavalry.

"Whose subordinate is this?"

Wang Yue said curiously.

Hundreds of cavalry were galloping past them, and it was obvious that they were all used to fighting. Many people could see scars on their faces, but they ignored them and just spoke to themselves immediately. Although Wang Yue could understand because of the strange language, he still clearly knew that the language of these people was different from that of local, and it was not Khitan.

"This is an ever-winning army."

He said to his companion.

"Master Guo's men? These betrayal dogs have all escaped here?"

Wang Yue said unexpectedly.

He used the Song Dynasty Mandarin, but...

"Where did Song Gou come from?"

An officer passing by changed his face, cursed without hesitation, turned around and whipped the horse whip in his hand towards Wang Yue.

Wang Yue lowered his head and dodged, and immediately picked up the six pure pestles from the side of him.

He made a special wooden rack, then put it on the horse's back, and placed the weapon and his other messes on the horse. Six clean pestles were on the rack, and there were blocking in the middle of the rack, front, back, left and right, and picked it up when needed. The moment the guy picked it up, he shook his own mount, but fortunately the process was very short, because Wang Yue, who had carried this thing in one hand, immediately threw it to the officer.

The latter saw the fall with a whip and instinctively took it out with his hands.

Then……

More than seventy pounds!

He was unprepared and fell down when he caught it.

The six pure pestles then took off their hands. He couldn't hold back his body, and suddenly fell off his horse and lay directly at Wang Yue's feet.

"I can't even hold a weapon, why are you doing alive if you are a waste?"

Wang Yue lowered his head and said contemptuously.

He spoke in the same language as these people.

While he was talking, he held the iron chain as a strap, and then, in the dissatisfaction of the war horse under his crotch, picked up six pure pestles again, held it with one hand and put it back on the shelf of the horse. The officer finally woke up and roared up in shame and anger. He was about to draw the knife and was stepped on by Wang Yue on his back. He was about to stand up and then fell to the ground again.

The other soldiers finally couldn't bear it anymore, and they all picked up weapons to beat them up in anger. Recently, one of them smashed the iron whip in their hands. Wang Yue snatched it and pulled him down. Then an iron mace next to him hit him. While avoiding it, he leaned over and punched him to the point of his face...

"What, I'm wrong? You are all from Liaodong. You are all from the Jurchens who have killed their parents and brothers and raped women and sisters. Not only are they incapable of avenging them, but they are like betrayal dogs who have been driven here from Liaodong. They also have the same face as the everlasting army. They wrap each of them with green turbans and call them Cuckold Army in the future! Maybe your women are now serving the Jurchens. They can surrender next time. Maybe they can reunite with their husbands and wife, and they will be happy to be fathers.

The resentful army was calling out, what name was changed!

What's the name of the Changsheng Army? Are you worthy?"

He beat the soldiers approaching while also irritating them.

However, the cuckold did not completely evolve into the modern meaning at this time, but it was indeed worn by lowly people. Since the Tang Dynasty, officials have punished misdemeanors and asked them to wear green turbans for many days, so the meaning of green turbans is lowly people.

However……

But the soldiers stopped.
Chapter completed!