Zhen Siwen returned to the county.

"Mingfu, the word has been spread."

"good."

Yang Xuan nodded, missing Bao Dong who was as natural as spreading rumors and drinking water.

Presumably Bao Dong is selling tonics in Chang'an City at this moment.

He turned his eyes and said, "The old thief has to be nursed for a while. The second thief vomited a lot of blood and is weak."

"Not bad." Wang Laoer flexed his arms and bulged his muscles.

Yang Xuan smiled and said, "The cavalry has just been formed, I will just take a few of them."

Yi Niang ran over in a hurry, "Master, are you going out?"

"Well, I'll be away for about a day or two. If I hurry, I'll be back today."

"Wait." Yi Niang hurried back.

Yang Xuan continued to give instructions, "Old Cao is sitting in the city. The most important thing is to be on guard against anyone making trouble and crucify those people."

Cao Ying agreed.

Yang Xuan looked at Nan He, "You just arrived, keep an eye on the death camp. If anyone gets restless, do you know how to deal with it?"

Nan He said solemnly: "Kill."

Yang Xuan nodded, "In that case, I will go."

Yi Niang came as if she was flying with a baggage.

"Here, sir, remember to eat."

Yang Xuan smelled the smell of dried meat.

"My jerky." Wang Laoer muttered. Under Yi Niang's sharp eyes, he squatted over to the old thief, "Our jerky."

The old thief said happily: "It's my dried meat."

Wang Laoer jumped up and raised his palm.

"If you have something to say, don't slap me!" The old thief backed away repeatedly and looked back: "Yiniang, seek justice."

"Noisy!" Yi Niang went over and took a duster and slapped each of them.

Nan He was a little surprised, but a long-lost emotion quietly emerged.

This is……

feel like home!

Diao She and more than ten brothers were waiting at the city gate.

Qian Mo was running around in circles, extremely anxious.

There was the clatter of horses' hooves, Qian Mo looked up and saw Yang Xuan, and hurried over.

"What would he say?"

Diao She asked, holding an axe.

Lin Da was also selected this time, his eyes darkened, "I heard what Captain Qian was saying earlier... How dare you let those vicious people from the death camp protect the Ming Mansion."

Diao She said coldly: "In their eyes, we are villains with ulterior motives."

"Ming Mansion!" Qian Mo handed over his hand, "Xiaguan has prepared manpower here to protect Ming Mansion when it travels."

He didn't say it, but Yang Xuan knew his background in the taboo death camp.

A group of people got a chance to leave the city and rode horses. What if they wanted to escape?

It doesn't matter if they escape, they will lose some horses, but what if they want to take Yang Xuan and seek refuge with someone?

I have to say that Qian Mo's concerns are normal.

"You are very conscientious."

Yang Xuan nodded, and then said: "But I trust them."

He looked up.

The dozen or so death battalion sergeants in front of the city gate looked at him almost blankly.

Yang Xuan rode over.

"Set off!"

Qian Mo turned around, a little frustrated.

The deputy captain beside him, Shao Ju, said softly: "Commander, look."

Qian Mo looked back.

He saw the dozen or so sergeants from the death camp all looking at Yang Xuan.

The water is shining in those eyes.

If Yang Xuan were facing thousands of troops at this moment, these once extremely vicious criminals would die for him without hesitation!

Zhang San left the city through another gate.

Those people told me that there were several big trees four miles northwest of the city, and he only had to stuff the bamboo tube containing the letter into the hole in the largest tree.

This is an easy task.

Thinking that after finishing the work, he would be able to meet his sister and be paid ten cents, Zhang San's somewhat pale face had a smile on his face.

His steps were very fast, and he started to walk quickly. When he got far away from the city, he started to trot.

At the same time, Yang Xuan, who had just started heading east, issued an order.

"Turn around!"

More than ten riders followed silently.

"A team of two, search due north of Taiping City and find someone delivering the signal."

The dozen or so cavalry immediately separated, and the one following Yang Xuan was Diao She.

Diao She did not dare to ask why Yang Xuan turned, but just followed silently.

About a moment after the incense had passed, a person came from the search direction on the right.

"Ming Mansion, a person was found at the big tree."

Zhang San climbed up the tree and found the tree hole. The tree hole was not big. He stuffed the bamboo tube into it. He was worried that it would not be easy to take it out, so he gave it a try.

"good."

You can see your sister when you go back.

What can you buy with ten cents?

Go to the grocery store and buy a piece of maltose that is said to come from Chang'an to sweeten your sister's mouth.

The people who contacted him always said that his sister was making clothes, but one time he accidentally saw his sister, dressed in a flashy dress, and felt uneasy.

He knew that there was a female prostitute in the city, but the man swore that his sister was just making clothes.

I'll ask my sister when I see her tomorrow.

Zhang San relaxed down from the tree and turned around.

More than a dozen men were holding horses and looking at him from a distance of more than a hundred steps.

silent!

He's a sergeant from the death camp!

Zhang San was shocked, and then pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "Are you here to have a rest too?"

Someone behind more than ten people said: "Take it down!"

Zhang San took out the short knife and shouted: "Don't come over!"

A man came out with the ax in his hand raised.

Zhang San retreated in panic, until his back was against the tree trunk, and he roared: "Don't come over, I will fight with all my strength and stab everyone to death!"

"Who can you stab to death?"

The person in front gets out of the way, and the person behind comes out.

"Mingfu!"

Zhang San said desperately: "It's not me, it's not me..."

Yang Xuan said: "Abandon your sword and kneel down, I will spare your life!"

"No!" Zhang San sat under the tree with tears streaming down his face, holding a knife in both hands and lowering his belly, "Don't come over, don't come over."

Diao She sneered, "Not everyone can commit suicide."
To be continued...