The fact that Yang Xuan and the others were found by Wahai was not God's will, but man-made.

"Who leaked the news?" The old thief couldn't use his right hand for the time being, so he could only use his brain.

Nan He had just arrived, but he still analyzed it, "Lang Jun, it stands to reason that the Vaxie tribe cannot insert spies in, unless they are bribed. But most of the people in the city are criminals, who would do such a thing?"

Cao Ying sneered and said: "People's hearts are unpredictable. Lang Jun, how about... get all those gangs out, beat a few of them with sticks first, beat them half to death and then ask questions."

Yang Xuan was silent.

Nan He looked at him curiously, wondering what kind of decision this gentleman would make.

Yang Xuan spoke slowly, "We must convince others with virtue."

Nan He: "..."

Yang Xuan stood up, "It's not easy to take action now, Nan He."

Nan He stood up and stood with his hands tied.

"Follow me to train."

"Take orders!"

After leaving the county, the common people saluted cordially when they saw Yang Xuan.

"I've met the county magistrate."

"The county magistrate is out!"

"County Honor..."

Nan He felt that the relationship between the government and the people was too good. When Yang Xuan rubbed the head of a girl, pinched her face, and when the girl was about to cry, he took a piece of dried meat and passed it over. Nan He felt that the relationship between the government and the people was too good.

This relationship is not very good, but it is so good that it is hard to believe.

The girl licked the dried meat, raised her head and said, "Mingfu."

"Um!"

"When will those horse thieves come again?"

Nan He: "..."

He found that the people around him looked dissatisfied with their desires, and they actually wanted horse thieves to come and rob them quickly.

Am I dazzled?

Nan He rubbed his eyes.

Then left the city.

Where is the 500 death camp?

Nan He followed behind and looked all the way, but couldn't see any trace.

After walking around the foot of the mountain several times, my eyes suddenly opened up.

A square stands in the middle of this open space.

It's human!

Five hundred people formed a square formation.

Standing there silently.

The wind blows.

The phalanx remained motionless.

Nan He was stunned, "This is..."

Yang Xuan dismounted and walked over.

Then stood.

Nan He was confused and stood beside him.

Then everything seemed dead silent.

After burning the incense, Nan He felt that he could no longer stand and felt uncomfortable all over.

He looked ahead and saw that figure was still upright and straight.

If the husband can stand, so can I!

Time passes.

Nan He felt that his legs were going to die.

He didn't know that his body was shaking at the moment.

Yang Xuan in front still stood upright.

The square formation remains the same.

"Rest!"

Zhao Youcai shouted.

The array that seemed dead just now suddenly came to life.

"I've seen the Ming Mansion!"

Five hundred people shouted in unison.

Yang Xuan waved his hand in front of his shoulder, and Nan He stepped forward.

"This is Nan He. From now on, he will lead the army."

Zhao Youcai looked as usual, but Diao She knew that the old man was dissatisfied.

Nan He stepped forward and beat his chest hard, "I've seen all of you brothers."

But everyone didn't know how to call him.

"I practice Wu at home, and outsiders mostly call me Wu Ge!"

"I've met Fifth Brother!"

Yang Xuan thought this was good, otherwise even if he gave Nan He an official position, it would be troublesome to address him.

Nanlimu?

Nan He turned around and knelt down on one knee.

He said loudly: "I have met Mr. Lang!"

This is to show my identity and attitude - I am loyal to Mr. Lang.

Yang Xuan nodded, "Do it well, and come back and ask me if you don't understand."

Nan He promised loudly, stood up, and respectfully sent Yang Xuan back.

But Yang Xuan's words made him smile a little.

Is there anything you don’t understand... He had been in the army for many years, and was later selected as a bodyguard to honor the emperor. As for leading the army, he felt that at least he would have no rivals in Chenzhou.

After all, Lang Jun has a young mind.

Zhao Youcai came over to ask for instructions, "Fifth brother, can you practice?"

"Let's get started." Nan He nodded with his hands behind his hands.

He wanted to see the level of the death camp. As long as it was not too bad, he would be sure to train a strong force.

"Array up!"

Zhao Youcai shouted.

Rows of prisoners stood, guns slung on their shoulders.

"It's very neat, as neat as a palace guard."

The guards in the palace want to win face for the emperor, so they like to do face-saving projects, and one of them is to line up neatly.

Zhao Youcai was on the side. He glanced at Nan He and confirmed that the fifth brother despised the death camp, and he felt more gloating in his heart.

"preparation……"

Everyone moved their spears forward in unison.

The sound was unbelievably neat.

Still neat!

Nan He shook his head slightly, thinking about where to start improving his training.

"kill!"

"kill!"

A surge of momentum followed the assassination.

Nanhe Yilin.
To be continued...