Han Hai Tang Ergui

Chapter 38 It's All Old Friends

Ma Yaozi took a deep breath, and after pumping himself up, he walked out from behind the sand dune with his hands outstretched. Sure enough, the sharpshooter who was staring at him didn't shoot him an arrow.

And he also knew why the man on the opposite side, suspected to be Mr. Zhang Erlang, shouted that there were flax cakes and mutton soup behind the mountain, because the Shouchang town army who had just fled into the undergrowth had already been driven back by a group of infantry.

Before Mr. Zhang Erlang said that he was only looking for himself, the infantry of both sides were in a confrontational state. After shouting, although both sides did not put down their weapons, there was not much tension. The soldiers of Shouchang Town Army were very nervous. ease.

"Who are you? We are the Shouchang Town Army, the official army. No matter who you are, intercepting the official army privately is tantamount to rebellion, and you will be beheaded!" Ma Yaozi yelled fiercely.

"Rebellion? This Guiyi army was first raised by my great-grandfather Taibaogong. It was the bloody battle of three generations of my Zhang family in Nanyang. Without Taibaogong, you are still a slave to the Tubo people?" Zhang Zhao said with a long laugh. Bian took off the diamond mask.

Ma Yaozi's pupils shrank, and a layer of white sweat appeared on his forehead in an instant. It was Mr. Zhang Erlang, really Mr. Zhang Erlang!Others don't know Zhang Zhao, but he does, because Zhang Zhao is under surveillance in Shouchang County!

Zhang Yichao's great-grandson is a gold-lettered signboard, and Zhang Zhao, who is "Tianhuang Noble", naturally attracted many people's curious eyes. Ma Yaozi once served as a guard to monitor Zhang's family.

"Horse kite! Why did Mr. Luo ask you to come here? You'd better tell the truth when you meet old friends. Don't forget that when your mother passed away, a certain relative went to recite the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra!"

This deity of Zhao is still somewhat useful, because he believes in Buddhism, he is a layman who practices at home, he knows Buddhist scriptures by heart, and he is a descendant of Zhang Yichao.

So even though the Cao family ordered the county magistrate of Shouchang to keep him under strict supervision, many people still came to beg him to do some rituals such as saving the souls of the dead.

Especially the passing merchants and poor families who couldn't afford monks. When Ma Yaozi's mother passed away, they begged him to save her.

Ma Yaozi showed an extremely troubled look on his face, chanting sutras for his dead mother is not an ordinary kindness in this era, it is a great kindness.

Although his mother was not his real mother, she was just a foster family randomly found by Luo Yeshi for the young him.

But Ma Yaozi, a vagrant who never knew who his mother was, still found the warmth of a home in this old woman, not a mother, but better than a mother.

"Ma Yaozi, I would like to thank Mr. Erlang for your great kindness, but please forgive me for not being able to answer your question!" Ma Yaozi yelled and knelt down.

Of course Ma Yaozi knew who was more kind to him, Zhang Zhao or Luo Xianda, so he would never betray Luo Xianda.

But what Luo Xianda told him, he couldn't say it. This Erlang Jun actually got the golden armor from the Taibao Gong Xianshen, and he convinced so many horse thieves. Then Luo Xianda's so-called give a few horses, give some Wouldn't it be a joke if money and food made him run away?

"This is Mr. Zhang Erlang? Didn't you say that he went to Leiyin Temple to get ordained? Why is he here?"

"Mr. Erlang! It's Mr. Erlang! I've seen it before!"

"Third brother Zhang, is it true that the emperor of the Taibao gave the golden armor? Your surname is also Zhang, so please tell me!"

Seeing Ma Yaozi kneeling down, and hearing Ma Yaozi calling Mr. Zhang Erlang, the soldiers of the Shouchang Town Army immediately felt relieved.

People at that time had a strong sense of locality, and Zhang Zhao was taken to live in Shouchang when he was just over two years old. Although many of them were not familiar with him, almost all of them grew up at the same time as him.

In their eyes, Mr. Zhang Erlang is from Shouchang. Since he is from Shouchang, he will definitely not harm them.

Zhang Zhao was also a little stunned. He thought there was going to be a big battle, but when a bunch of people heard that he was Mr. Zhang Erlang, they either shouted to make connections from a distance, or looked at him with a little inferiority in awe. This is Zhang Yichao, the Grand Protector. His only bloodline is as noble as heaven.

It seems that it is not unreasonable for the Cao family to fear Zhang Yichao's descendants.

"Neighbors, I have prepared some food. You must be hungry after driving such a long distance. Let's get some hot food first, and sacrifice to the Wu Zang Temple!"

Since there is no need to beat the shit, Zhang Zhao simply took off the phoenix wings and waved his hand, let's eat first!

"Thank you Mr. Zhang Erlang!"

"Zhang Erlang is benevolent and righteous!"

A group of soldiers from Shouchang town laughed and returned their knives to their sheaths and arrows, and thanked Zhang Zhao. They didn't even look at the horse kite who was still kneeling on the ground.

These guys are all smart, Ma Yaozi said that they were asked to do some private affairs for Luo Ye envoy, and round up some Uighur horse thieves who robbed Luo Ye envoy's property, but in the end, they came to ambush Mr. Zhang Erlang.

But Mr. Zhang Erlang, who had been eating vegetarian food and praying to Buddha, suddenly put on the golden armor and subdued so many horse thieves.

From this point of view, there was some grievance between the wealthy clan, they dare not take care of these small soldiers, they just wanted to quickly find an opportunity for Mr. Zhang Erlang to let them go.

Flaxseed biscuits are sesame biscuits, golden in color, crispy on the outside, sweet and soft on the inside, especially Zhang Zhao’s flaxseed biscuits have added a thick layer of sesame seeds, making them even more crispy and delicious.

As for the mutton soup, let alone, with pepper, dried dogwood and pine wood, that fragrance!
The soldiers of Shouchang Town, who were still a little nervous at first, suddenly forgot everything. The two groups of seventy or eighty people ate and ate on the hillside not far from the village. Even the horses had fodder. It's too early, and there is a hint of harmony in the indescribable weirdness.

Zhang Zhao ate a mouthful of cake and a mouthful of mutton soup very happily, and the cheerful soldiers of Shouchang Town surrounded Zhang Zhao.

Although Zhang Zhao lived in Shouchang in the past, he basically stayed in a deep house. Few people had seen him in the middle of the day. As soon as the distance got closer, these guys automatically surrounded him. He looked at Zhang Zhao so silly and happy, as if Zhang Zhao had flowers on his face.

If it was Zhang Zhao from before, he would probably suffer from social phobia and PTSD just by being surrounded by so many people.

But Zhang Zhao, who came through time travel, was the complete opposite. It wasn't that he had a social arrogance, but that this guy was originally a mixed armor circle and a cold weapon fighting circle in later generations.

Who are these elite soldiers in Shouchang Town?Isn't it just a group of murderous demons wearing armor and using cold weapons?

Don't look at their stupid and honest appearance now, but after careful study, according to the laws of later generations, shooting is considered light.

Which of them has few lives?As for blackmailing those nomadic black households who came down from the Qilian Mountains, stealing black horse thieves, and even robbing passing merchants at certain times, that's all trivial!
At this time, the army is not the mighty and civilized army of the Republic. These guys, I am afraid that in future generations, the army must be considered disciplined compared to them.

However, Bai Congxin, Qiongre Duojin, etc. that Zhang Zhao subdued did a lot of evil. This is such a society. Moisturizing, they are all such killers who would be considered light to be shot in future generations.

A group of people chatted more and more happily, and even exchanged gestures about killing people, bragging about their heroic appearance on the battlefield, or who once caught a beauty who came down from Qilian Mountain, and who hacked to death a few rich and white Hu Shang, bought a big house directly after he succeeded, and married a charming lady Yunyun.

"What's the matter? Ma Yaozi, you raped your old mother, you are a thief slave, and I can't even feed you with flax cakes. I will get angry when I see you. Go over and eat your stomach first, and then I will settle the score with you!"

(End of this chapter)