Zhao Xiaoyi knew that he had lost the chance to kill Fang Ce, so he turned around and left, but another man in his thirties appeared behind him.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"
Zhao Xiaoyi roared, and at the same time he ran forward and slashed his head with the steel knife in his hand.
The man did not fight him head-on, but cut sideways to release the force. Zhao Xiaoyi did not dare to fight, because he had already seen that all the men he had brought with him had been killed, so he changed direction slightly and continued to run wildly.
But after running a few steps, he was stopped again.
"go away!"
Zhao Xiaoyi felt that he was in trouble this time, but the trapped beast still fought hard and rushed over with red eyes.
With a 'clang' sound, the other party did not avoid it, but fought hard with him, leaving Zhao Xiaoyi where he was.
The next moment, Zhao Xiaoyi saw people coming from all directions.
However, the opponent did not launch an attack, but just surrounded him. Zhao Xiaoyi could tell from the actions of these people that these people were all masters. One-on-one or even one-on-two, it was possible to change their lives, but so
If more, he will know that he is finished.
Then, a voice came: "What are you doing? It's fun, isn't it? Take it down quickly."
As the voice fell, seven or eight people came forward together. Zhao Xiaoyi only had time to block one knife before he was kicked from behind. Then seven or eight knives pointed at his vitals.
But who is Zhao Xiaoyi?
Killer! Death warrior!
This situation was the time to fight for his life, so he completely ignored the threats, rolled on the ground, slashed his body with the knife, forced the person in front of him to retreat, and was also stabbed three times in the back.
But he gritted his teeth, kept silent, and continued to rush forward, intending to kill the person in front of him and then use this gap to escape.
Because in his opinion, among the people in this circle, this guy is the weakest. He is fifteen or sixteen years old and only holds a dagger in his hand.
The other party also saw his intention, and his delicate and even childish face revealed an angry look.
"Why, I think I'm easy to bully, right?"
Zhao Xiaoyi's sword was not only sharp, but also carried an indomitable momentum, because if he held back, he would be buried here.
However, he never expected that the other party was not afraid at all. It was not until his knife was about to hit that he turned around slightly. Not only did he avoid his attack, but he also stabbed himself in the ribs.
The severe pain immediately made Zhao Xiaoyi tremble all over, and he almost couldn't hold the steel knife in his hand.
He rolled twice on the ground, thinking he could escape from the encirclement, but when he was about to get up, someone stepped on his head, and his face sank into the dirt.
He swung the steel knife in his hand, trying to force the opponent back, but due to the injury to his ribs, the knife became weak. The opponent kicked him on the wrist, and the steel knife fell away.
The next moment, he felt seven or eight hands pinching his limbs, making him unable to move anymore.
The young man came over and patted Zhao Xiaoyi's face: "What do you mean by breaking out of me? Do you think I am easy to bully because I am young? I tell you, you are wrong. Although I am young, my strength is theirs.
The strongest among them."
"Go, go, let's go. Is this the time to play?"
As soon as the young man finished speaking, he was pushed and staggered, and a young man in his early twenties appeared instead. This man Zhao Xiaoyi knew was Yang Xuan, the supervisor of the army.
Yang Xuan frowned and looked at Zhao Xiaoyi, then reached out and took off his hood: "Among these people, you are the leader, right? Tell me, who sent you here? If you tell me honestly, maybe you can
Leave you alive."
Zhao Xiaoyi closed his eyes and looked like he would kill if he wanted to.
There is instant death poison in his sleeves. As long as he finds an opportunity, he will swallow the poison without hesitation. This is the last choice for a dead soldier.
It's just that his limbs are now controlled and he can't take the poison at all.
However, the other party said something that shocked him.
"This guy is a dead soldier. First strip him naked and then hang him up. Don't let him commit suicide. I will take care of him when I have time."
Zhao Xiaoyi's whole body was numb. It seemed that this time he was desperate for life but not for death.
Yang Xuan came to Fang Ce: "How much food and grass were burned?"
Fang Ce handed over his hand and said, "Return to the supervision, Sir, less than 10% of the food and grass have been burned."
"oh?"
Yang Xuan's brows widened, and even Zhao Xiaoyi, who had been stripped naked, couldn't help but widen his eyes.
Fang Ce said: "I was also inspired by Lord Supervisor. This is a fake. One out of ten carts of food and grass is real."
Yang Xuan smiled: "Well done, I'll give you credit later."
"Thank you, Lord Supervisor."
…
In Ganzhou City, at Zhao Mo's house, the two brothers stayed up all night, waiting for Zhao Xiaoyi to come back and report the good news, but until dawn, Zhao Xiaoyi did not arrive.
"Brother, I'm afraid Zhao Xiaoyi made a mistake."
Zhao Mo didn't sleep all night, and his eye circles were a little blue: "Send someone out of the city to patrol and inquire about the news."
Zhao Ming nodded: "Brother, don't worry, even if Zhao Xiaoyi is captured alive, he will not betray us."
Zhao Mo glanced at him: "People's hearts are unpredictable, you'd better not place your trust in others for this kind of thing."
"What do you mean, brother?"
Zhao Ming said and made a gesture of wiping his neck.
Zhao Mo nodded slightly: "It would be fine if he falls into the hands of others, but if he falls into the hands of Yang Xuan, I don't know what tricks Yang Xuan will play."
Zhao Ming frowned: "But Zhao Xiaoyi lost his hand, who else can we send?"
"Send the dead soldiers, just let them go and don't need them to come back."
Zhao Ming was silent. He had learned this. Zhao Mo usually looked timid, but when it was time to be cruel, he was not merciless at all.
When the patrol soldiers sent by Zhao Ming came back the next day, they unexpectedly brought Yang Xuan back with them.
The most important thing is that Yang Xuan brought Zhao Xiaoyi out in front of the two brothers.
"Master Zhao, your defense is not very good."
Yang Xuan pointed at Zhao Xiaoyi and said: "General Fang escorted the grain and grass to Wutoubao, and these thieves followed behind. They made a sneak attack at night and burned the grain and grass. If I hadn't arrived just in time, he almost would have succeeded."
Zhao Mo and Zhao Ming looked at Zhao Xiaoyi at the same time.
Zhao Xiaoyi had been tied up into a mummy at this time, with his head exposed.
Zhao Ming stared at Zhao Xiaoyi and said, "Master Supervisor, do you have any evidence for what you say?"
On the surface, he was asking Yang Xuan, but in fact, he was asking Zhao Xiaoyi if he had confessed.
Zhao Xiaoyi's mouth was blocked and he could only move his eyes left and right to represent shaking his head.
At this time Yang Xuan said: "Master Zhao, the thief has confessed, so why do you need to quibble."
If Zhao Ming hadn't gotten Zhao Xiaoyi's hint, he would have revolted by now.
Zhao Mo, who was on the side, didn't see Zhao Xiaoyi's hint, but he guessed that Yang Xuan was deceiving them both.
If there is any evidence, it is not Yang Xuan who is coming now, but the army is besieging and arresting him.
So Zhao Mo came closer and said: "Master Yang, if you have any evidence, just bring it out or report it to the Emperor. We can certainly be punished. There is no need to use such methods here to slander our Zhao family."
