The generals of the Right Shenwu Army were very surprised and couldn't figure out why Yang Ze got so angry. However, the general was full of anger. They didn't dare to ask, so they had to lead their troops out and arrest people around.$().(w)(x).().()

Yang Ze sat alone in the tent and sulked. After a while, Mu Gen poked his head out of the curtain and asked, "Master, are you hungry? Do you want to put a bowl of noodles for you to eat?"

Yang Ze nodded and said, "Then go down there! Alas, Fu Bingrong is not around, some things are really not good to rely on others!" He glared at Mu Gen and said, "What are you looking at, I'll tell you!"

Mu Gen shrank his head in fear, quickly put down the curtain and ran away!

He sighed. Although he didn't suffer any losses and no acquaintance saw the scene at that time, Yang Ze was still embarrassed. He was a person who was used to reflection. Of course, he had to think carefully about how such a strange thing happened.

First of all, he believed that he would not have anything to do with his army surrounding him, but danger often came from places that seemed absolutely safe. You should pay attention to this point. You must not take it lightly in the future. You must bring enough guards.

Secondly, strangers often make sense, because strangers do not lie for no reason. When on the grassland, the Shijue Bing is a stranger, but they all say that the people in the northeastern tribe are very powerful, so powerful that Shijue people will call them barbarians, but they just heard of it at that time, and they didn't really take it seriously.

As a result, the stout man I saw today was really amazing. There were many powerful soldiers and generals under him, but not even a single one could match that stout man. If such a man gathered a thousand and started a war with his Right Shenwu Army in the deep mountains and forests, behaved, I am afraid that more than 10,000 people would really not be able to beat them!

After reflecting on it, Yang Ze thought: "It's a pity that I don't know the history of the Dafang Empire. There is any powerful tribe in the Northeast. Is there a bit of trouble here? There is also the woman's name Dajian? Is there a Dajian here? Although this is still the territory of the Dajian Empire, it is beyond reach. There is no local official management. So where is the Dajian here?"

In a short while, Mugen brought noodles. During the march, noodles were considered a relatively difficult food. So only Yang Ze and the generals were qualified to enjoy it. Mugen brought a large basin and two wooden bowls. He sat opposite Yang Ze and ate noodles with Yang Ze.

Looking at Mu Gen who was eating noodles, Yang Ze said, "How could you be so heartless? I was almost pinched to death just now, and now I can sit here to eat noodles. I don't even have the concept of reflection. How did you grow up so old?"

Mugen said in surprise: "I was almost pinned to death just now? No way! How did I grow up? It was the master and his wife who raised me. You don't know, Master, right? Master, don't you know!"

Yang Ze sighed, feeling that he couldn't tell this guy clearly, so he had to pick up his chopsticks and eat noodles, too lazy to talk nonsense with Mugen anymore!

After the meal, there were noisy people outside and some soldiers came to report that they had caught the mountain people. But not many people were caught, and only one old man was caught. The old man was still with two children. Now he was outside the tent and asked Yang Ze what to do with the old and the young.

Yang Ze stood up and said, "I'll go out and see them!"

He left the tent and saw three people standing tremblingly not far from the tent. An old man with a white hair and beard was hugging two children with both hands, one left and one right, while the two children hugged the old man's thighs tightly. The three people's eyes were filled with fear.

The old man and the children were both dressed in tatters, with straw sandals and unkempt faces on their feet, but they were not too thin. They seemed to be able to eat enough, but the Right Shenwu Army suddenly arrived, and the old and the two of them did not escape, and they became a little embarrassed after being caught.

Yang Ze nodded and said, "It seems that the life of the mountain people is pretty good, at least they are not as pale as the face and skinny as the skin."

Mu Gen said: "Yes, you can eat the mountains and water. There must be many wild animals in the deep mountains and old forests, but there is no shortage of food, but you are wearing a little broken!"

"You are locals, which village?" Yang Ze asked. His expression was quite kind. After all, this place is still the land of the Dafang Empire. The people living here are also the people of the Dafang Empire. They are not sudden people, so there is no need to be angry.

When the old man heard this, he wanted to kowtow to Yang Ze according to his two children. Yang Ze refused and said, "Brother-in-law, please answer me. Don't pay attention to the etiquette of kowtowing or other etiquette."

But the old man and the child still kowtowed to him, and then said, "Caomin is from the village, not far from here!" He pointed to the east, said only one sentence, and then knelt down again, looking very scared.

Yang Ze looked at the soldiers next to him, and a team was hurried forward and said, "There is a village more than two miles away from here. The house is very short and the beds in the house are made of soil. It seems that this place is so poor that everyone has run away, and only three people have been caught!"

Yang Ze frowned. It was really incompetent to bully the elderly and children. He said to the old man: "You are all people of my Dafang Empire. We are the army of the Dafang Empire. We are here to protect you, so you don't have to be afraid. By the way, why do those villagers escape? But because other troops have harmed you before?"

The old man looked up and looked at the soldiers and generals around him blankly. He couldn't tell which country the army was from. He moved his mouth and thought for a while before he said, "The Dafang Empire? The Caomin is the people of the Dafang Empire? But he has always been collecting taxes from us!"

Yang Ze narrowed his eyes and asked, "What, the Khitans, but the Liao people?" He suddenly remembered that this nation in time and space was different from what he had learned in modern times. Its pronunciation was roughly the same, but the text was different. It was not the same nation, but it might be a different relationship between time and space.

He said again: "You can read, how do you write the word Khitan?" Seeing that the old man was so poor, he probably couldn't write, and he had no confidence, so he was expecting to ask what he really wanted.

But there was a translator next to him speaking, and the translator said: "The general is a contract, a separate single, and it is not marked on our map, because this is not a tribe, but Bohai Prefecture, which is their gathering place, and it is also my generous subordinate. The leader is the vassal king, who seems to be from Qiqibaolian."

Yang Ze said oh, it turned out to be Qidan, but in the time and space he came, there was a nation called Khitan who established the Liao Kingdom after the demise of the Tang Dynasty and occupied Northern China. It was similar to the Tang Dynasty. If Qidan was similar to the Khitan, then you had to be careful. I remember that this nation was very brave and good at fighting.

Yang Ze asked the old man to get up with the two children and asked them to bring some hot food. He saw that the two children were a man and a woman, but because of fear, their eyes were red, but they were very cute, especially the little girl, which made people feel pity.

After sighing, Yang Ze asked again: "Did Qi Dan always come to harm you? That's why you are afraid when you see the army, how did they bully you? Well, by the way, what kind of clan are you from? But what kind of Jurchens, or what other names are you?"

The old man hesitated for a moment and said, "Caomin and these two children are from the Central Plains, they are... people from the generous empire, not the Jurchens, and I have never heard of where the Jurchens are!"

Yang Zeqi said: "You weren't just now... Well, you don't really know the Dafang Empire. Whose tribe is it?"

This is very important. He must know what kind of tribes there are here. If no matter who they are caught, they say they are from the generous empire and are all people in the Central Plains. Wouldn’t that mean that they have not asked anything?

The old man hesitated even more, hesitating and silent, but the little boy in his arms suddenly raised his head and said strangely: "Grandma, aren't we all a vague? A vague is also a human being. We are a vague man!"

The old man was shocked. He didn't expect the little grandson to speak suddenly. He quickly covered the little grandson's mouth and said, "General, don't listen to the nonsense of children. Caomin, Caomin is a member of the generous empire, and it's all about Huhu..."

Speaking of this, he almost didn't know what to say. In his perception, no one has ever regarded Zahu as a human being. People from other tribes look down on Zahu, believing Zahu is the lowest person in the world and is of the same level as the animals. Therefore, Zahu people do not like to interact with people outside. Even if they go outside, as long as others don't ask, they won't say it.

Yang Ze thought about it and said that Zahu should be considered a mixed race. It has its offspring left by all ethnic groups. What's so embarrassing about this? Besides, why Zahu is not a human being? Who spread this understanding? It's simply outrageous!

He said, "Of course, Zahu is a human being, and I am a generous person. I am a generous person and I have all kinds of people. I have nothing to be embarrassed about."

But he said this, but the soldiers and generals of the Right Shenwu Army next to him were dissatisfied with it. They also thought that the Zahu was the lowest, but judging from Yang Ze's attitude, they couldn't say anything. Anyway, as the people of the Celestial Empire, they had a sense of superiority to all other tribes. Everyone was the same, and everyone was inferior to the people of the Celestial Empire.

Yang Ze asked, "Am there anyone among you mixed Hu people named An Lushan, yes, or the surname Kang..."

Suddenly, he thought that An Lushan should have not been born yet, or that there was no such person at all. An Lushan's ancestor seemed to have a surname Kang, so he couldn't remember it clearly, but it was estimated that there would be no such person or his ancestors in this time and space.

Sure enough, the old man shook his head and said, "No, no one in our entire tribe has the surname An, nor Kang, and Caomin doesn't know the person General asked!"

Yang Ze looked at him and remembered the stout man again. These sluts seemed to be discriminated against and lived a difficult life, but they were fierce and good at fighting, even more powerful than the Zhenxi Army. Of course, if everyone was like that stout man, then this force would be extremely powerful, but it was estimated that the number of people would not be large.

Perhaps, this force can be used by oneself!

After waved his hand, Yang Ze returned to the tent and began to remember his thoughts. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!