The fat man hurriedly said, "No, no, no, general, these weapons are used for mine slaves when war breaks out, and the weapons used by real soldiers are in the cellar."

Mo Chen heard the word understand that the so-called mine slaves are actually criminals who committed crimes everywhere, but I don’t know how many of them were criminals. Some were directly caught on their backs and became slaves. Of course, there were also soldiers captured in the war. These people were not executed, but were taken to the border. They were mined in their spare time, and weapons were distributed during wartime, which were all kinds of ragged weapons piled up in the courtyard and the rooms.

Not to mention Zhao State, other countries also have these slaves. As for the combat power, no one cares about it. The main function of these slave soldiers is to be cannon fodder and to destroy the opponent's aura. After all, if this person kills too much, his hands will be numb and tired. If he is lucky, he may even be able to kill some of the opponent's people.

Mochen said coldly: "Where is that cellar? Take us there quickly."

The fat man asked carefully: "General, I will take you there. Can you spare my life?"

Mochen sneered, "Do you feel you are qualified to negotiate with me? You are honest now. I am in a good mood and may let you go. If you don't know what you mean, I will immediately let you down and let you down. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, small ones understand, small ones understand."

The fat man trembled and pointed at a pile of weapons that were about to rot, saying, "This...here."

Mochen looked over and his face suddenly became cold and said, "Do you think it's fun to tease me?"

"Come on, throw this guy into a pan and fry it. Do you think he still thinks it's fun?" Mo Chen said, winking at the fat tiger on the side.

Fat Tiger nodded understandingly, grabbed the fat man who was still kneeling on the ground, and acted as if he was about to pull it into the oil pan.

The fat man struggled like a pig about to be slaughtered, shouting: "General, please spare me! The villain did not lie! In fact, the Hyogo in the courtyard and the room is not the real Hyogo. The real Hyogo is just under the pile of weapons. It is the entrance to the cellar. The little one really didn't lie! Please spare me!"

"Slowly" Mochen waved his hand to stop Fat Tiger's next move. At this time, the fat man's crotch had already been wet. Mochen frowned and said coldly: "What are you saying true? Do you know what the consequences of cheating me?"

The fat man kowtowed repeatedly and said, "I know, every small sentence is true, and there is no false statement!"

Mochen also knew that this person was afraid to deceive him in this situation. At this time, Mochen did not need to give him instructions. Erniu and his men came to the corner of the courtyard full of ragged weapons, and rudely threw the ragged weapons aside, and quickly cleared the corner of the courtyard.

But it's just an empty flat bottom and there is no entrance.

Erniu knocked on the floor with his hammer handle, making a dull sound.

Erniu was delighted, raised his huge hammer, shouted, and hit the floor with a hammer. With a bang, the floor was split into pieces, revealing an entrance where three people could move forward side by side at the same time.

It turned out that there was indeed an entrance here, but a wooden door blocked it and then laid it on the floor. Even if there was any accident, the weapons here could still be kept. After all, the ones outside were all ragged. I believe anyone could like it. Even if there was a poor person who didn't even let go of those ragged weapons, he would not have thought that there was a Hyogo entrance hidden under the ragged weapons.

Judging from the rigorous approach of Hyogo

The county magistrates and county magistrates here value weapons more. After all, even those silvers are placed on the surface, unlike these weapons, there is an underground Hyoku. But thinking about this, Mochen suddenly thought to himself, would there be an underground silver treasury?

The monkey ran quickly along the steps and entered the entrance without saying a word.

Taking advantage of the monkey's invasion in Hyoku, Mochen came to the fat man with a chuckle.

Seeing Mochen's expression like this, the fat man was so scared that he almost became incontinent. He hurriedly said, "General, what instructions do you have to do... Xiao... Xiao must bow all the way."

Mochen smiled and said, "Little Fat! You performed well, but I don't know anything."

"General... If you have any questions, please ask, Xiaopang will definitely answer truthfully." The fat man was not angry at Mochen calling him Xiaopang, but instead climbed up the pole and called himself Xiaopang. After all, this is also a relationship!

"Xiao Pang, you see, there are hidden rooms in Hyogo. Does the one who stores money also have hidden rooms?"

Faced with Mochen's questioning, the fat man's head shook like a drum and said, "No, General, you don't know that this silver treasury was originally stored with the military treasury. There is a separate room under the Hyogo to deposit the tax silver, but the tax silver was originally planned to be transported to Handan in the next few days, so he moved it out of the Hyogo."

Mochen was obviously dissatisfied with the fat man's answer and sighed: "Little fat! I didn't want to hurt you either, but I found that you were not honest."

"Fat Tiger~"

Before the fat man could react, the fat tiger would come forward and pull the fat man's collar, drag it into the oil pan.

No matter how stupid these fat men are, they know that they are going to fry him! They are so scared that they shouted: "General, General, Xiaopang is all true! There is no concealment at all, please spare your life!"

"Really? I don't believe that there is no Tibetan silver dark room. It's okay if you don't say it. Fry you first and I'll look for it slowly." Mo Chen said with a serious face.

"General, there is really no! General, I really didn't lie to you! Say life!" The fat man cried, his voice as miserable as a young wife who was about to be ruined.

"It seems that you are really not giving up until the Yellow River." Mochen sighed and said, "Fat Tiger, throw this guy in."

"Yes, General."

Fat Tiger replied and pressed the fat man into the oil pan.

"No! Give me your life, don't! Everything I said is true! If the general doesn't believe it, you can confront others. Xiaopang said everything is true! General~"

The fat man was pressed hard by the fat tiger, his head was only a few centimeters away from the oil pan, and the hot heat rushed straight to his face.

The fat man didn't care how hot the oil pan was. He pressed his hands on the edge of the oil pan and fixed them tightly so that he would not be pushed into the oil pan. A stream of white smoke came out of his palms, which was the skin on his palms being scalded by the pot.

"Ah! Ah~ General, please spare me!" The fat man cried and shouted, not knowing whether he was scalded or scared to cry. The already wet crotch was once again spilling water marks.

"Mr. Jun. Why should you make things difficult for fat men? We are all the same type of people! Give up your life!" The fat man saw that Mochen could not beg for mercy, so he turned to Fat Tiger to come, but these words made Fat Tiger very unhappy.

Originally, Fat Tiger was still a little excited and pressed the fat man. According to his physical strength, it would not be difficult to push this fat guy with only oil left into the oil pan.

But he knew Mochen just wanted to scare this guy, but now, he really wanted to push this guy into the oil pan.

"Damn, who is the same type of person as you, can't die?" Fat Tiger turned dark, and he pressed the fat man closer. The boiling bubbles almost touched the face.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Bless you, spare yourself, spare yourself! General! All I said is true~" The fat man struggled desperately, but he couldn't get rid of Fat Tiger's big hand at all.

Seeing that this guy was so ill, Mochen didn't even mention the Tibetan Silver Secret Library, he also knew that there might be no dark room. After all, this guy didn't look like that kind of tough guy no matter how he looked.

Mochen waved his hand to Fat Tiger and signaled to let this guy go.

When Fat Tiger saw that Mochen had issued an order, he no longer scared this guy. He threw the fat man directly on the ground.

The fat man survived the disaster, regardless of the scalding of his palm, he rolled and crawled to Mochen and kept kowtowing, saying, "Thank you for not killing, thank you for not killing."

Mochen showed a harmonious smile and said, "Little Fatty! I know you won't lie to me, but you also know that I have thousands of brothers under my command, and I am anxious to be a general! For the sake of safety, I can only come up with this bad strategy. You won't blame me, right?"

"I dare not, I dare not, Xiaopang understands the general's difficulties. Xiaopang thanks General for not killing him." The fat man hurriedly, and at the same time he felt relieved. Judging from the general's intention, his life was saved.

Mochen nodded and said with relief: "I'll feel relieved, by the way, your hands are fine? Tell me if you have something, otherwise I will feel sorry for it."

"Thank you for your concern, Xiaopang's hand is just a little broken, it's okay." The fat man said quickly. Although his hand was already full of skin and could smell a burnt smell, he didn't dare to say it! Who knew if this moody general would throw himself into the oil pan and fry it alive because of his misfortune.

At this moment, the monkey ran out with excitement and said, "General, it's full of weapons, densely packed with weapons."

Mochen didn't hesitate when he heard this and stepped into the mouth.

At this time, the fat man collapsed on the ground with lingering fear. Looking at the rolling pot of oil, the chicken that had already turned golden in the rolling pot, he felt a little scared. He almost turned into dozens of chickens in the pot, and turned golden fried meat.

Fat Tiger saw this guy sitting on the ground and wanted to kick him. The words of Fat Tiger were all of the same kind of people that deeply stimulated his nerves. He was so brave and mighty, and the fierce man he was so brave that he was even a coward who was so fat that even the pig felt ashamed of himself. This is not an insult to him.

However, when he saw the stains in some places and the wet water marks in his crotch, Fat Tiger planned to kick them over. After all, it was okay for the clothes to stick to blood, but they were sticky to urine, which was disgusting.

Fat Tiger glared at the fat man and said with an unhappy look: "Why are you still sitting here? You haven't gone in yet."

The fat man was like a frightened bird, instinctively knelt down again and said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes."
Chapter completed!