Looking at the direction in which the three horses were coming, Yan Saburo believed that they had just passed by the post station, and he must have known that he had robbed the horses of the post station. Well, in that case, this one doesn't have to fight.

In the midst of the lightning, Yan Saburo made a judgment, pulled out his long knife with a "Qiang", and said to Han Zhao with a fierce voice: "Don't come here!"

Yes, what he pulled out was just an ordinary steel long knife, not the grudge wood sword that he had made the most handy.

At the same time, the muscles of his face were distorted, his gaze wandered, and the panic and fear revealed were just right, and even the roar sounded fierce.

It turned out to be just a thief stealing horses, and there was an official brand on the horse stocks. Han Zhao's face suddenly became indifferent.

He has a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, but he has no spare time to catch thieves for the inspector. It was a felony to steal a horse from a post station, but it was not his responsibility, and he did not want to take care of it.

"Have you ever met anyone else along the way?"

At this time, Han Zhao's two subordinates had already turned their horses and ran back, forming a triangle, surrounding the young man who looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old in the middle, staring at him.

The situation in front of him is very bad for Yan Saburo.

"Who are you, what are you going to do?" the young man's eyes wandered, and it was evident that he had already panicked, and he clung to the reins so tightly that the horses under him snorted uneasily.

He also carried a chest behind him, which looked more like a thief who had escaped from the treasure.

In fact, he was sure that Han Zhao had no time to take care of the horse thief's idle affairs now, and he already had a plan in his heart, but he wanted to show a cowering expression. Zhenbei Hou Buyi returned to the capital, and he didn't want people to recognize his identity, since Yan Saburo was a "thief" at the moment, then he didn't want to recognize the other party as an official.

Besides, these three men are tall and full of evil spirits, and after taking off their military uniforms, they look like robbers more than good citizens. His fear was legitimate.

One of Han Zhao's subordinates laughed: "This knife was also robbed, right? You should have replaced it, it's too long to use." "The standard long knife is three feet three, which is more than half the height of this little guy, how can he be flexible in swinging the knife?

Looking at this kid's posture, it is very difficult to hold a knife.

"Have you ever met anyone else on this road?" Han Zhao repeated again, "Answer well, I won't trouble you!"

It's just a question, and I don't expect much.

But he didn't expect that the young man in front of him was stunned, and actually nodded: "What you said, don't trouble me!"

"As long as you're telling the truth. ”

The young man's eyes rolled sharply, and he pointed at Han Zhao's two subordinates: "These two won't either?"

"No, it won't. Han Zhao became impatient, his time was precious, "If you don't confess again, you won't have to open your mouth in the future." ”

He was originally the marshal who commanded the armies, and as soon as he twisted his eyebrows, his momentum immediately changed. The young man was startled, swallowed his saliva and said, "There are no people on this road, but, but before I rode the horse, I saw two good horses also passing in this direction, a man and a woman on horseback, and ...... One, a child. ”

"Good horse?"

"Yes. Yan Saburo patted the horse he was riding, "It's not worse than it." “

This kid can go to the post station to steal horses, which shows that he still has some eyesight. The owners of good horses are usually not commoners, and the identities of the three men are suspicious—by the way, those who gallop on the road in the middle of the night are quite suspicious. Han Zhao suddenly became interested: "How old is the child, what does it look like?"

"Twelve, or thirteen, about my age. Yan Saburo had an expression of trying to recall, "He looks very delicate." ”

Twelve or three years old! Han Zhao's heart jumped, and he said in a deep voice: "Describe that pair of men and women?"

The appearance of Du Heng and Liao Honghyun, Yan Sanlang could see it clearly and carefully, and then he honestly recruited: "The man seems to be quite strong and ordinary, but the woman is very beautiful, like a fairy, I have never seen such a beautiful woman." It's just that they seem to be in a hurry, and they shake the whip again and again......"

Han Zhao immediately interrupted him: "Which direction are they going?" Judging from the appearance and the timing of the night walk, it was likely to be the eldest lady of the Liao family!

Yan Saburo stretched out his hand and pointed, Han Zhao immediately turned the horse's head and said to his hand: "Go." Then he solemnly said to the little boy, "You come with me." ”

The young man's eyes widened, and he stretched out his hand to point to his nose, infinitely surprised: "I, I'm going too?

"Provided that you tell the truth. Han Zhao pointed the way, "If you don't come along, how can I verify the truth?"

"I have something to do!" muttered the boy, "I can't afford to delay." ”

Nonsense, if there is no urgency, who would dare to rob the horse of the post station?

But other people's idle business, now they have no time to be distracted. One of Han Zhao's subordinates walked behind Yan Saburo and sneered: "Why, why don't you dare to come because you are blindly pointing the way?" while holding one hand against the scabbard, revealing a cold glow.

This is the threat of the red fruit.

"What I say is true, every word is true!" said the young man, who curled his neck very cooperatively, "but my horse is not as fast as yours, for fear of slowing you down." ”

He was only a twelve-year-old child, and in the face of three strong men, he showed timidity so as not to arouse suspicion.

This was the truth, but Han Zhao ignored him anymore, knocked the horse's belly and shouted "Ride", and the horse, which did not have a trace of variegated color on its body, let go of its hooves and galloped away.

The remaining two horsemen glanced at Yan Saburo and reprimanded: "Keep up, don't play tricks! Otherwise, Lao Tzu will kill you dozens of feet away." ”

The young man had a sad face, so he had to drive his horse to follow.

There was a slight snort from Chitose in her ears, and she said that he had too many mouths, otherwise he would have parted ways with Zhenbei Hou at this moment.

He did nothing but hear of it.

Han Zhao was just a few feet away, his ears and eyes were sharp, and Yan Saburo didn't dare to talk too much with Chitose, lest he be suspicious.

......

Han Zhao ran out of five miles, and it was dark and gloomy in front of him, and he didn't even see a figure.

In order for Yan Saburo to keep up, he didn't let Ai ride at full speed. Choosing the right path is more important than speed, can speed be a quarter of an hour?

At this time, he turned around and asked Yan Saburo: "Are you sure it's in this direction?"

"Yes. It's true, this is the direction!" The young man said so conclusively that he almost swore to the sky, "This road is very open, and there are few trees, how can I admit my mistake!"

This suburb is originally a country with few large trees, mostly low shrubs. At this time, it is late autumn and winter, and it is the time when the trees are depressed, and all kinds of bare at a glance, the ground is also bald, the trees are also bald, and everything in the suburbs can be seen at a glance.

In this case, the probability of Yan Saburo admitting his mistake is indeed very low.

Han Zhao said calmly: "If you are pointing the way indiscriminately, now quickly admit it, if you take the grandfathers around in a circle, I will twist your head directly and kick it as a ball!"