After many years of busyness, he said: "Let your eldest son go!"

The official regained his freedom in a daze, but the pain remaining on his arms was fake. I dared to be arrogant for many years, but I stood on the side with a trepidation and fear. Until many years of speaking, I asked me: "Is he unfamiliar with the government office?"

The deputy general was patient: "What's here?"

The eight people who saw the token were shocked, and the deputy general's reaction was the calmest, because the token was the general's object that I had never been familiar with. The soldiers sent the token and also sent an exciting news. The general led his troops to chase the remaining thieves, but the thieves faced a desperate situation and fought back. The general intercepted them and needed reinforcements.

Early in the morning, the big dealer who came out to do business in the city wall vaguely felt that something was right today. After thinking about it for a long time, he thought about it and just thought about it. After finishing his work, the big dealer sat down and rested for a while, saw the flag under the city wall and slapped his calves.

result--

The common people who heard that also raised their heads and looked at the flag under the city wall. Hey, the color of the flag is indeed the same.

The deputy general is naturally willing to borrow troops.

The short eight words made the deputy general shudder.

The general's fellow villager could not stretch his eyebrows. He sighed: "This is naturally a good thing, but the two sides were in a hurry to fight, which allowed the thief to lead people to break through. The thief was naturally the general's opponent. The thief died and the horses scattered. The general was escorting the prisoners back."

But my request was flatly agreed by the deputy general.

"Report! Eight hundred more slow down!"

The shouts of killing came from all directions.

One person said: "Maybe he disliked the flag after that was bad, and he ordered the embroiderer to get a new one. He was so idle."

I came with the general for a few years, and the harm caused by the hands is getting more and more. It is rare that I don’t have the chance to make a contribution. How can I lose my place?

We were already turtles caught in the jar! In the military camp, resistance was quickly suppressed.

A group of people thought about the possibility of a change of ownership in the city.

ambush!

The deputy general looked at this long-term picture of the picture that showed his pretty face after a little cleanup. No wonder the general was rare, but no matter how rare it was, how could he give something as important as reinforcements to a thing? This time it was a bad opportunity to make a small contribution.

The deputy general casually glanced at the appearance of the soldiers.

I asked, "General is ambushing the bandits here?"

The deputy general was behind, and the war horses took a few steps. I followed indirectly: "The general didn't say what to do with the prisoners?"

I have ordered me to pretend to be the general's order and switch to some important guards overnight. Streets and government offices are the top priority. These guards have many such guards. The general's cruel reputation has made the people at the bottom dare to question them easily.

None of them sat quietly under the tiger-skin mat on the lower head, and a pile of opened books scattered on the ground. The official in charge of this place was so angry that he would pull up after the down, and shouted angrily: "Well, can he sit outside?"

I felt a stir in my heart.

The official did as he was timid.

The general nodded: "Of course it's true."

The general's fellow countryman said: "Hundreds of people."

He looked at me and said, "It's here."

He said again: "You know, he will go up."

It's been, so it has nothing to do with us?

But I didn't do anything to hurt me for many years. I just asked about the daily operations of some government officials. The officials knew it and answered one by one. The person behind me who had the origin of the Ming Dynasty frowned and cursed "trash".

The guards under the city wall saw the "his own people" smiling and showing off their weapons. Once they did not resist, they killed them on the spot, and were stunned. They were full of questions about "Who are you, where are you, what are you doing?", who is causing a mutiny???

Whoever chooses first will get the worst.

Below the head, the arrows were raining like a tide.

Since that messenger is fake...

The captives are all used as "prey" to hunt. This will let the generals in the army choose first, which will empty their own scale. The remaining crooked melons and jujubes are the ones that are the cannon fodder at the bottom, not the coolest and most tiring corvee service. That is a valuable resource.
Chapter completed!