The sky gradually began to turn white, and the sky in the distance began to reveal fish scale patterns.

Accompanied by the sound of horse hooves, more than ten horses entered a small wood from the road. After coming to a birch tree, a knight in the lead stopped. The knight's face was unshaven, and the two crossed scars looked particularly ferocious, but the hideous knight was now full of fatigue. The same was true for the war horse under his crotch and the batch of spare war horses following him. Beads of sweat as big as beans kept flowing from the people and the war horses to the ground. He turned to the human behind him and said.

"Stop, don't run anymore. If we run again, our horses will be ruined!"

These knights were Zhao and his group who had run all night. As soon as Zhao finished speaking, the knights following him almost fell off the horse's back by rolling. They ran all night without sleep and couldn't hold on for long, and their physical strength had reached their limit.

They first threw three tied people off the horse's back and made a heavy muffled sound. They just left them on the ground and ignored them.

After dismounting the horse, Boss Zhao and others did not rest as soon as possible. Instead, they tied the horses and removed the horse's chews and saddles, and then wiped the sweat beads on the horse's body with a piece of dry cloth. Otherwise, if the sweat beads stay on the horse's body for a long time, they would get sick. After doing this, they took a cloth bag from the horse's back, which contained fine materials mixed with salt, beans, bran and grains (mixed grains). The knights placed these fine materials in front of the war horse for the war horse to eat.

These essential ingredients have high nutritional value, contain protein and a lot of fat, and are loved to eat and easy to digest. They are one of the favorite foods for Zhanma. After feeding the essential ingredients for a while, they took out a water bag and poured it into a wooden basin for Zhanma to drink water to replenish the water. For a while, the whole woods were filled with the sound of Zhanma chewing food and drinking water. These things lasted for nearly half an hour.

For Ye Bushu, war horses are not only their mounts but also their partners, but also their things that carry their lives. So no matter how tired they are, the first thing they do is to serve them well.

After doing all this, Zhao and his group sat down on the ground one by one. Dazhuang took a dry food bag from the horse's back and took out the jerky and distributed it to everyone. He took the water bag from his waist and poured several mouthfuls of water. Then he lay on the ground with his back and leaned back. The jerky in his hand had not had time to eat it and fell asleep. With the sound of snoring, except for the Heizi who climbed onto the tree to be responsible for the warning, the others just drank a few sips of water and ate a few sips of jerky and fell asleep.

After sleeping for two hours, everyone woke up. At this time, the horses were almost resting. Some people suggested that they continue on the road, but Boss Zhao looked at the hot sun hanging high outside the woods and shook his head and refused. It was a pain to travel under such high temperatures. No matter whether it was a human or a war horse, it would take long, let alone with three tongues, which made the speed even slower.

"I can't leave now. Even if I want to leave, I have to deal with these three guys before talking about it." 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 grim smile on his face, "Old Wang, it's your turn to use your ancestral craft now."

A middle-aged man in his forties with a hunched figure and a limp stood up. At first glance, the man looked a little unpretentious, and even a little honest. No one would doubt that he was an old farmer in the countryside. Judging from his appearance alone, this old man could enter the most elite Ye Bucheng, and no one could believe it if he said it. But in fact, this middle-aged man had been staying in Ye Bucheng for nearly twenty years. It can be said that he was the oldest group of people in the Liaodong army.

After Lao Wang stood up, he took out a bag from his waist, sighed and shook his head, "You young people are getting lazy. Old man, I am over 40 years old this year, how many years can I work? When I go back, there is not even a successor. I will see what you do then?"

Dazhuang laughed, "Old Wang, you'll just let it go. Isn't it just a quibble? Every time I take out your fragments, I don't bother you. As I said, I'll cut it all, and I'll see if they say it or not."

"You know what's the matter!" Old Wang glared at Dazhuang: "Interrogation is also a science. How to use the shortest time to spend the least effort to make the Tartars speak, not everyone can do this, why don't you try it?"

Dazhuang smiled awkwardly: "Forget it, if I come and try, I'm afraid I won't be able to kill them in one go."

"If you don't know, just shut up!" Lao Wang choked without looking back, walked to the three prisoners lying on the ground and unbuttoned the rags in their mouths in turn. Looking at the three Tartars lying on the ground, Lao Wang showed a habitual and honest smile, "I guess you have guessed that we are the Ming army's night. Today you fell into our hands. It is impossible to go back alive, but I can promise you that as long as you tell me what I asked you, we will give you a pleasure. What do you think?"

The three Tartars lying on the ground had been bumping on the horse's back for a night, and the dripping water had not flowed in. Ordinary people were already dying, but they were actually pretty good. In addition, they all had extremely burly figures and had much better physical fitness than ordinary people. If they had not been attacked in their sleep last night, Boss Zhao and others would never have been captured alive.

At this time, the three Tartars looked at the middle-aged man with a simple smile and a hunched back in front of him, and looked surprised, because what Lao Wang said to them just now was a full-length word. However, surprise was only a moment. A Tartar with the most burly body and a big pie with a short face and a short nose sneered and said in a stiff accent: "You cowardly dogs, since you have reached this point, you don't have to talk nonsense anymore. It is absolutely impossible to expect us descendants of the immortal heaven to bow their heads like you lowly Nikan!"

A trace of evil spirit flashed across Lao Wang's simple face. He turned his head and whispered to the other two Tartars next to him: "Where are you, does that mean the same?"

"Pooh!"

He answered him with two spits. Since the Battle of Sarhu, the Ming Dynasty and the Jurchens have long become mortal enemies. Although the Ming army has been constantly surrendering to the Later Jin Dynasty, it does not include the scouts of both sides, especially the two sides' sentry and night-delaying. If one side falls into the hands of the other, it is a luxury to die happily. Both sides of the war know this.

Da Zhuangda next to him laughed, laughing so hard that he was in a bad state.

"Old Wang, I just said that you like to take off your pants and fart. You have to deal with these Tartars. What's the use of saying this nonsense all day long? Work quickly, and we'll go back and get the reward after finishing our business!"

"snort!"

The originally honest smile of Lao Wang, who was spitting, also restrained himself and threw the bag in his hand to the ground. His honest face suddenly became a little scary and cold, and he said slowly: "It seems that people are old, and no one takes me, the old man seriously. Let's try it today to see if this ancestral craft has regressed. By the way, Dazhuang... You guys dragged his pants for me, and then held him down."

"Okay!"

Dazhuang grinned, and he raised his head, "Li Qiushi, why are you still standing there? Come and help me!"

Ye Bushang, who had been watching coldly, walked over helplessly, pressed the leader of the Tartar to the ground, and muttered, "I said, Lao Wang, don't make it so bloody this time. I have only been wearing this dress for less than half a year. If it is covered in blood, I can't wear it."

While the few people were talking, Dazhuang was not idle either. He untied the Tartar's trousers with both hands, then pulled hard, peeling off the entire trousers, revealing his furry thighs and the ugly thing in the middle. The Tartar seemed to know what was going to happen, and began to struggle desperately, and a shrill roar was also made in his mouth, but his hands and feet were tied firmly by mature rubber bands. It was difficult to break free.

"What are you shouting... I haven't done anything yet, why are you shouting?" Old Wang's head impatiently picked up the rag on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth.

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

After saying that, Lao Wang took out a pair of pliers from the cloth bag. The head of the pliers was thin and pointed, and at first glance it looked like a pair of tweezers. Then he took out a sharp knife, the size of a thumb, from the cloth bag.

He held a knife and said slowly, "Any man has two balls. When he was a child, an old man in our village told me that there is a man who only has one egg, and people call it one head garlic. Such people are often more powerful than those with two balls. I have never believed it. Today I want to try this craft, and brothers can help you."

After saying that, he stared at the Tartar whose hands and feet were pressed down and looked left and right, making constant sounds of tsk in his mouth, as if he was looking at where to cut the knife. Although the Tartar couldn't understand what Lao Wang was saying, as long as he was not an idiot, he knew that the honest old man took off his pants and took out a knife and tweezers and came out, he wouldn't be plucking his legs for him.

Even though this Tartar, who claimed to kill people without blinking, was frightened to the face of the human face. He struggled desperately. The beef tendon on his hands and feet had been deeply embedded in the flesh and was still struggling desperately, but his struggle was destined to be futile. Lao Wang's left hand gently stroked with a knife, and a blood light flew up, and the pliers on his right hand were quickly fiddling between the Tartar's legs.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Although Lao Wang's head was moving very quickly, the Tartar, who was pressed by Da Zhuang and Li Qiushi, jumped up in pain. It was difficult for both of them to hold it down. As the Tartar struggled, the blood from the crotch continued to splatter. People often say that even the heart hurts, but no one knows whether it will hurt if the balls are picked out. However, seeing this Tartar's face is so painful that it is ferocious, because it is too painful, no one would want to try it.

Even though his hands and feet were tied, because he struggled too hard, Dazhuang and Li Qiushi worked hard to hold him down. Dazhuang, who was responsible for pressing his legs, turned red with his face and shouted in anger: "Why are you still standing there? Work quickly, you want to exhaust me!"

Lao Wang didn't say much, and pulled his pliers and picked out something like a dove egg. However, it was probably the first time that Lao Wang had made this thing. The whole egg fell to the ground and shattered, and the liquid like an egg yolk flowed out.

Everyone was stunned after seeing this scene. The Tartar immediately fell into a coma after seeing his balls turn into this.

Dazhuang was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly, keeping up with anger, "Old Wang, you still claim to be your ancestral craft. Now you can't even hold a ball. I see if you have the face to brag to us this time!"

Old Wang's old face was also a little unhappy, and he said in anger: "What's this? Are there two more here? I'll try again, and this time it's guaranteed to be successful."

After saying that, Lao Wang looked at the two Tartars next to him again. After seeing the fate of their companions, the two Tartars were already so scared that their faces were pale. Death was not terrible for them, but if they could not even keep their own balls before they died, it would be terrible for them.

Looking at the two Tartars, the old king's expression softened again. He smiled and said in Manchu: "I'm really embarrassed to not control it just now. Now let's try again. This time there will definitely be no problem like the ones who will come first. Who will do it first?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

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

Lao Wang's smile became softer, "Oh... Look at me, I actually forgot that there was something stuffed in your mouth. I will help you take out the things immediately!"

But when Lao Wang took out the rags from the mouths of the two Tartars, one of them was so scared that he was snot and tears roared loudly, "I said, I said everything, as long as you give me a happy life!"

"Hey...this is right!"

Lao Wang laughed...
Chapter completed!