The sky gradually began to turn white, and the sky in the distance began to show fish scales.

With the sound of messy horses' hooves, more than a dozen horses entered a small forest from the road, and after coming to a birch tree, a knight led by a knight stopped, the knight's face was scruffy, and the two crossed scars looked particularly hideous, but this fierce-looking knight was now full of exhaustion, and the same was true of the war horse under his crotch and the batch of spare war horses that followed behind him, and the beads of sweat continued to drip from the body of the man and the war horse to the ground, only to see him turn his head to the people behind him.

"Let's all stop, we can't run anymore, and if we run again, our horses will be all wasted!"

These knights are Zhao Boss and his party who have run all night, as soon as Zhao Boss's words fell, the knights who followed him almost fell off the horseback in a rolling way, and they ran all night without sleep, even the iron men couldn't last long, and their physical strength had reached the limit.

They first threw down three men from their horses, and let out a heavy, muffled thud. But when they were left on the ground, they paid no attention to them.

Boss Zhao did not rest for the first time after they dismounted, but unloaded the chew and saddle head of the war horse after tying the horse, and then wiped the sweat beads on the war horse with a dry cloth, otherwise if the sweat beads stayed on the horse's body for a long time, the horse would be sick. After doing this, they took a cloth bag from their horses, which contained a mixture of salt, beans, bran, and grains, which the knights placed in front of their horses for them to eat.

These concentrates have high nutritional value, contain protein, fat more, horses love to eat, easy to digest, is one of the favorite foods of war horses, in addition to feeding the concentrate for a while, they also took out a water bag and poured it into a wooden basin for the war horse to drink water to replenish water, for a time the whole forest was the sound of war horses chewing food and drinking water, these things have lasted for nearly half an hour to complete.

For the night is not only their mount, but also their companion, but also the thing that carries their life, so no matter how tired they are, the first thing is to serve them well.

After doing all this, Zhao Lao and his party sat on the ground one by one, Da Zhuang took out a dry food bag from the horse, took out the dried meat and distributed it to everyone, and took off the water bag from his waist and poured several large mouthfuls of water in a row, then he lay on the ground on all fours, and the dried meat in his hand did not have time to eat and fell asleep, with the sound of snoring, except for the sunspot who climbed to the tree and was responsible for guarding, the other people just drank a few sips of water and ate a few mouthfuls of dried meat and fell asleep.

It took two hours to wake up, and at this time the horses were almost rested, and someone suggested continuing to hurry, but Zhao Boss looked at the scorching sun hanging high outside the woods but shook his head and refused, it was simply a crime to rush in such a high temperature, neither people nor war horses could bear it for long, not to mention that they had to carry three tongues, and the speed was even slower.

"I can't leave yet, and even if I want to go, I'll have to deal with these three guys." Boss Zhao shook his head, then turned his head to look at the three figures lying on the ground and twisted their bodies, with a cruel smile on his face, "Old Wangtou, it's your turn to perform your ancestral craft." ”

A middle-aged man of about forty years old, who was a little hunched and lame, stepped forward. At first glance, this man was a little unassuming, and his face was even a little honest, and no one would doubt that he was an old peasant in the countryside. Judging from his appearance alone, this old man can enter the so-called most elite night, and I am afraid that no one can believe it. But in fact, this middle-aged man has been in the night for nearly 20 years, and he can be said to be the oldest group of people in the Liaodong border army.

After the old king stood up, he took out a burden from his waist, sighed lightly and shook his head: "You young people are really getting lazier and lazier, old man, I am in my forties this year, and I can still work for a few years, and when I go back, I won't even have a successor, and then I will see what you do."

Da Zhuang laughed, "Old Wangtou, forget about your two hits." Isn't it just a trial of Tartars.,It's not annoying to take out your bits and pieces every time.,According to me, it's a hundred knives.,I don't think they say it.。 ”

"You know a!" The old king glared at Da Zhuang: "Interrogation is also a science, how to use the shortest time and the least effort to make the Tartar speak, this is not something that anyone can do, or you can try it."

Da Zhuang smiled awkwardly: "Forget it, if I try it, I'm afraid it won't take me to kill them." ”

"No, you're going to shut up for me!" The old king didn't look back and choked a word, walked to the three captives lying on the ground and untied the rags in their mouths in turn, looking at the three tartars lying on the ground, the old king showed a habitual honest smile, "I guess you have already guessed, we are the night of the Ming army, now you fall into our hands, it is impossible to go back alive, but I can promise you, as long as you tell you everything I asked you, we will give you a good time, what do you think?"

The three Tartars lying on the ground have been tossed on horseback all night, and the water has not entered, to say that ordinary people have long been dying, but their spirits are actually not bad, plus they are all burly and abnormal, and their physical fitness is much stronger than ordinary people, if they were not attacked in their sleep last night, Zhao Boss and a few others would never have captured them alive.

At this time, the three Tartars looked at the middle-aged man in front of them with a simple smile on his face and a hunched back, and his eyes showed surprise, because what the old king had just told them was actually a Manchu with a straight and round language. However, the surprise was only a matter of moments, and one of the most burly Tartars, with a big cake face and a low nose, sneered and said in Chinese with a stiff accent: "You cowardly Han dogs, since it has reached this point, you don't have to talk nonsense anymore, it is absolutely impossible to expect our descendants of the Immortal Heaven to bow their heads like you lowly Nikan!" ”

A trace of evil flashed on the old king's honest face, and he turned his head and whispered to the other two Tartars next to him: "What about you, do you mean the same thing?"

"Phew!"

What answered him was two mouthfuls of spit, since the battle of Sarhu, Da Ming and Jurchen have long become mortal enemies. Although there are constantly Ming troops surrendering to Jin, but this does not include the reconnaissance arms of both sides, especially the sentry and night of the two sides, and when they meet in the field, they will never die. If someone on one side falls into the hands of the other, it is a luxury to want to die happily, and both warring sides know this.

The big man next to him laughed, laughing evilly.

"Old Wangtou, I just said it, you like to take off your pants and fart, you have to deal with these tartars. What's the use of talking all this nonsense all day long, hurry up and get to work, let's go back and get the reward when we're done! ”

"Humph!"

The original honest smile of the old Wang Tou, who was spitted on him, also retracted, threw the bag in his hand to the ground, his honest face suddenly became a little frighteningly cold, and said slowly: "It seems that people are old, and no one really takes me as an old man in their eyes, let's try it today to see if this ancestral craft has regressed." That's right, Da Zhuang...... A few of you dragged his pants for me, and then held him down. ”

"Great!"

Da Zhuang grinned, he raised his head, "Li Qiushi, what the hell are you doing in a daze, hurry up and come over to help!" ”

A night who had been watching coldly from the side came over helplessly, pressed the leader of the tartar to the ground, and muttered: "I said old king, don't make it so bloody this time, I have only been wearing this dress for less than half a year, if it is full of blood, you can't wear it." ”

While several people were talking, Da Zhuang was not idle, and with both hands he neatly unbuttoned the pants of the tartar, and then pulled hard, peeling off the entire pants, revealing the hairy thighs and the ugly thing in the middle. And the tartar seemed to know what was going to happen, and began to struggle desperately, and his mouth let out a terrible roar, but his hands and feet were firmly tied by cooked cowhide bands, and it was difficult to break free.

"What are you shouting...... I haven't done it yet, what are you yelling at?" the old king impatiently picked up the rag on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth again.

"You two boys are going to press it, I'm going to do it."

After speaking, the old king took out a pair of pliers from the cloth bag, the head of this pliers was thin and pointed, and at first glance it looked like a pair of tweezers, and then he took out a sharp knife the size of a thumb and a palm from the cloth bag.

He held a knife and said slowly: "As long as there are two eggs, an old man in our village told me when I was a child that there is a kind of man who has only one egg, and people call it one-headed garlic, and such people are often more powerful than people with two eggs." I've never believed it, but today I want to try my hand at it, and you brothers need to help me out. ”

After saying that, he stared at the Tartar who was held down by his hands and feet, looking left and right, and his mouth kept making smacking sounds, as if he was looking to see where to go for the knife. Although the tartar couldn't understand what the old king was saying, as long as he wasn't an idiot, he knew that this honest-looking old man would not pull off his pants and pull out something like a knife and tweezers.

Rao is this Tartar who prides himself on killing people on weekdays without blinking and is also frightened like a human face, the whole person struggles desperately, the cow tendons on his hands and feet have been deeply embedded in the flesh and he is not aware of it, he is still struggling desperately, but his struggle is destined to be in vain. The old king's left hand holding the knife swiped lightly, and a bloody light flew up, and the pliers in his right hand were quickly playing between the legs of the tartar.

"Woo...... Woohoo......"

Although the old king's movements were very fast, the Tartar who was held down by Da Zhuang and Li Qiushi was so painful that the whole person jumped up, and it was difficult for the two of them to hold it down, and with the continuous struggle of the Tartar, the blood under the crotch also kept splashing out. People often say that even the ten fingers hurt the heart, but no one knows if the eggs will hurt when they are plucked out, but seeing this tartar with a hideous face in pain, because of the excessive pain, the green tendons on the forehead are protruding because of the pain, it is estimated that no one will want to try.

Even if his hands and feet were tied, but because he struggled too hard, Da Zhuang and Li Qiushi struggled to hold him down, and Da Zhuang, who was responsible for holding down the two legs, also blushed, and yelled angrily: "Old Wang, what are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and work, you want to be tired to death!" ”

The old king didn't say much, he drummed his pliers and pulled, and a thing like a pigeon's egg was picked out, but the old king probably made this thing for the first time, and the whole egg fell to the ground and cracked, and the yolk-like liquid flowed out.

Everyone was stunned when they saw this scene, and the Tartar immediately fell into a coma when he saw his balls become like this.

Da Zhuang was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, laughing breathlessly, "Old Wangtou, you still boast that you are an ancestral craft, and now you can't even hold a ball, I see if you have the face to brag to us again this time!" ”

The old face of the old king was also a little unbearable, and he was a little annoyed and angry: "What is this, aren't there two more here, I'll try again, this time it's a success." ”

After speaking, the old king looked at the two Tartars next to him again. And when the two Tartars saw the fate of their companions, they were already pale with fright. It's not terrible for them to die, but if they can't even keep their balls before they die, it's too terrible for them.

Looking at the two Tartars, the old king's expression softened again, and he smiled and said in Manchu: "I didn't control it just now, I'm really sorry, now let's try again, this time there will definitely be no problems like just now, which of you will come first"

"Woo...... Woohoo......"

The two Tartars struggled desperately, but because their hands and feet were firmly helped, they could only roll on the ground.

The old king's smile softened, "Oh...... Look at me, I forgot that you had something in your mouth, and I'll help you get it out right away! ”

But when the old king took out the rags from the mouths of the two Tartars, one of them, who was already scared with snot and tears, roared loudly, "I say, I will say anything, as long as you give me a good time!" ”

"Huh...... That's right! ”

The old king laughed......

Two quarters of an hour later, there were three more stripped corpses in the woods, and the old king, who had obtained the confession, got on their horses and galloped away in the direction of Jinzhou......