Everyone looked back, but saw dozens of fast horses galloping from the direction of Nanzheng, the leader of the person, slightly fat, sitting firmly on the horse's back, crotch a green horse, four hooves like flying, stirring up countless dust and smoke, the cheers stopped, the person had rushed to the front of the checkpoint, with a bang, jumped off the horse's back, although the body was fat, but the movement was extremely agile, there was no sense of sluggishness.

"Who is Your Excellency?" Nashi Chang saw that the fat man looked good, and asked politely.

The fat man sneered, took out a token from his arms, and raised it into the air: "Zhang Le, the left assistant commander of the Lieutenant's Mansion, is also." ”

Although these lower-level officers and soldiers are very puzzled by the orders of the Governor's Mansion, after all, as military personnel, they have never been subject to the jurisdiction of other departments, but what kind of reason makes the Governor's Mansion issue such an edict, but it is not a small chief of his who can question it, and hurriedly saluted: "The small one is Lord Commander." ”

Zhang Le withdrew the token and said, "Is the Dujiaping Guard under your command?" ”

Nashi Chang hurriedly said: "The commander of the guard station was originally Qin Dubo, and he took leave due to illness a few days ago, so he was represented by the villain. ”

"You must have read the edict of the Hanzhong Governor's Mansion, from now on, the Dujiaping Guard will be taken over by the people of the Lieutenant's Mansion, you only need to assist in the defense."

"No. The villain has been given an order, and the Captain only has to give orders. Nash said respectfully.

Zhang Le glanced at the woodcutter and said unhappily: "What's going on with this?" Didn't the Hanzhong Governor's Office already issue an order that all checkpoints should be closed to traffic? ”

The cold sweat of Nashi couldn't help but blew down the ground, according to military practice, he was indeed favoritism, but he only sympathized with the woodcutter's situation, in fact, he did not know the woodcutter or accepted his bribes. He hurriedly explained: "My lord, this woodcutter is a local, chopping wood for a living, only because the old mother is seriously ill and urgently needs medicine to be treated, so the little man is allowed to go." But can the villain guarantee that he is by no means a spy of the Wei State? ”

"You guarantee that he is not a spy, do you know him?" Zhang Ledao.

"The villain doesn't know." Nash shook his head in dismay.

Zhang Le sneered and said, "Then why do you guarantee that he is not a spy?" ”

"This ......" Nashi Chang couldn't help but be speechless, he really couldn't find any suitable reason, the reason why he decided to let him go, it was the woodcutter's tearful crying that caused his sympathy to overflow, to be honest, all the words were the woodcutter's words, and the chief really didn't know why he trusted him so much.

Zhang Le moved his gaze to the woodcutter, looked him up and down, and snorted coldly: "You are the local woodcutter?" Where do you live? Who else is in the family? ”

The woodcutter man said very calmly: "The villain lives in Qinglong Mountain, ten miles away from here, and collects firewood all day long for a living, and there is only one old mother who is over sixty years old at home, who is seriously ill, and is anxious to wait for the villain to take medicine home for treatment, please be gracious to the adult, and let the villain go home to save his mother." ”

Zhang Le narrowed his eyes into a slit, and said unhurriedly: "What kind of disease does your mother have?" Where did you get this medicine from? ”

The woodcutter hesitated for a moment, and said: "Before the villain went out yesterday, his mother vomited and diarrhea, and he was delirious, and the villain didn't know how to heal, so he could only cut a load and go into the city to sell, and only after getting a few copper coins did he grab two medicines from the Huichun Hall Medical Hall, and prepared to go home to treat his mother." ”

"Bring me the medicine."

The woodcutter seemed to be a little reluctant, but he was afraid of Zhang Le, so he had to hand him the medicine bag.

Zhang Le opened the medicine bag, which was full of all kinds of traditional Chinese medicine such as flowers and bark, Zhang Le had never studied medicine, so naturally he didn't know anything about these Chinese medicines, but he rummaged through the medicinal materials, and looked at the woodcutter with squinted eyes.

After a while, Zhang Le handed him back the medicine bag and said, "It's rare that you have a piece of filial piety, go home." ”

The woodcutter was overjoyed, thanked him a thousand times, packed up his things, carried his burden, and turned around to leave.

Knowing that Zhang Le's hand was like lightning, he grabbed his flat pole with one hand, and the woodcutter was shocked, and turned around and said, "My lord, you ......."

Zhang Le's left hand clenched the flat pole, and the index finger of his right hand flicked it quickly on the flat pole, and with a "bang", the echo was curling, and it was obvious that the inside of the flat pole was hollow.

The woodcutters in the mountains use no more than two kinds of poles, one is made of bamboo and the other is made of wood, but any pole is solid, so that it is strong and strong, and it cannot be hollow in any case.

Zhang Le knocked on it and found that the flat pole turned out to be hollow, and suddenly an evil smile appeared on his face, and said, "This flat pole is very weird, stay and play." ”

The wood-chopping man's face was immediately full of essence, and he swept a touch of murderous intent, and when he raised his hand, he smashed a fist into Zhang Le's chest.

Zhang Le had already prepared, although the punch of the woodcutter was fierce and strong, he shrank back, and avoided this sharp punch, and while he retreated, he easily pulled out the saber and slashed towards the woodcutter.

Because Zhang Le held on tightly to the flat pole and did not let go, the woodcutter obviously didn't want to give this flat pole to others to take away, he also grabbed the other end stubbornly, Zhang Le slashed with a knife, and the woodcutter obviously didn't have time to take out the firewood knife from his waist to greet him, so he could only hold the flat pole to block Zhang Le's knife.

Zhang Le's saber is a seventy-two steel-making knife made by the third workshop according to Pu Yuan's process, plus mixed with dark iron, it is much sharper than ordinary steel knives, it is an exaggeration to say that cutting iron is like mud, but to cut a flat shoulder, it is almost equivalent to cutting a piece of tofu, and a long flat shoulder is broken into two pieces from the middle.

As soon as the flat pole was broken, something immediately came out of the flat pole, and it was obvious that it was a roll of silk.

In ancient times, there was a picture of the poor dagger, and now there is a picture of the flat shoulder!

Zhang Le sneered.

The woodcutter was suddenly dead, but he was extremely agile, and the place where the silk silk fell was very close to him, so he leaned over and picked it up, turned around and ran towards the cliff on the right.

On the left side of the level is a river valley, in front of which a high fence blocks the way, and the woodcutter whose identity is revealed is not willing to be captured, so he can only choose to rush to the cliff on the right. Although the cliff is not high, it is full of upright cliffs within a few feet. It can be seen that the woodcutter is a well-trained hand, and the cliff several feet high has been climbed with his bare hands.

"Want to run?" Zhang Le sneered and said, "Li Er, you quickly go back and inform Lord Youcheng that you have found traces of a spy at the Chencang Road crossing." The rest, follow me! ”