Lord of the Desert

Chapter 321
Late at night.

Chen Laojing let his guests sleep on the kang while he went to the kitchen to sleep on straw.

The weather in Pang County in June is hot.

Hong Fan still meditates instead of sleeping.

At dawn, in the stillness.

He heard slight movement next door.

The barking of the dog was contagious and spread all the way along the alley.

Farmers always get up early.

At dawn, Chen Lao Jackal got up to work.

Chopping firewood, carrying water, and then making a hearty breakfast.

Seeing that Hong Fan was eating well, the old man was satisfied and went out for a walk to an unknown place.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, Chen Laojiao ran back to the yard, out of breath, closing the door and bolting it.

"The Qiu Ba gang came into the alley to recruit people, and they have already searched three households!"

He pressed the left side of his chest and whispered urgently.

However, Hong Fan just put down his chopsticks and looked back with calm eyes.

"Are you going to run or fight?"

When Chen Laoji heard this question, he suddenly felt that he was standing at a fork in his life.

But time was tight, and he couldn't think too much, so he could only speak as usual.

"There are people at both ends of the alley, there's no way to escape!"

"We can't even resist. If we send them to the royal city, we won't be able to survive. If we fight with them, we'll be dead immediately!"

The sound of scraping armor outside became closer.

Hong Fan looked at Old Jackal Chen, who was leaning against the earth wall with a frightened expression, and suddenly laughed.

"If I don't resist, can you get more rewards?"

The old man froze.

"What do you say?"

He swallowed.

"The family living in the next door room is your eldest son's family. Their name is Chen Huagui, right?"

Hong Bum asked in a statement tone.

Someone outside started banging on the door.

The earthen walls were rustling with dust.

"You told him about me last night when you were getting the eggs."

Hong Fan continued.

"The letter he went to deliver at dawn."

"How did you know?"

Old Jackal Chen's whole body tensed up.

"My martial arts skills are higher than you think."

Hong Fan just smiled at him, seemingly helpless.

The old man looked at his smile and wondered what kind of thoughts he had in his mind.

"If you don't resist, I can get an extra tael of silver."

Old Jackal Chen said in a strange way.

"Okay, then I'll let you earn one or two silvers."

Hong Fan nodded and watched as soldiers holding powerful crossbows climbed up the courtyard wall and surrounded him on three sides.

Chen Laojiao opened the door in a hurry.

Seven or eight strong soldiers came in and tied up the foreigners in the courtyard with thick hemp ropes.

Hong Fan could tell that this team was well-equipped and had several Penetration Realm members. It was by no means a configuration for recruiting civilians.

Hong Fan was pushed out of the door surrounded by sharp knives.

At the entrance of Orphan Alley, Chen Laojie gratefully accepted the silver reward from the leading military attache. Before he could warm it up, his son snatched it away.

Chen Huagui smiled happily and pointed at the foreign fool who came to his door.

Although the expressions of the neighbors nearby were not as enthusiastic as his, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Only Chen Old Jackal looked at Hong Fan's back, feeling cold for some reason and unable to laugh at all.

noon.

sunny.

At the foot of Pang County City, Hong Fan sat on a stone manger with Dama Jin Dao, his upper body tied up with a rope as thick as a child's wrist, watching the moving clouds in the sky in trance.

Before leaving Niutoushan, he now understood the meaning of Gan Deshou's words "people's hearts are corrupted".

Before setting off from Liangzhou, Zhangwuyuan had mentioned the power of Qianmianfeng - it was said that about [-] to [-]% of the people who came over could not even send back the first message.

The original saying is "Huaiyang country is like a bottomless pit."

A group of Deshou soldiers, with a total of eight heads, several of whom were unknown to the Huaiyang royal court, and seemed not to know each other.

Hong Fan thought and couldn't help but laugh when he saw a pig-shaped cloud.

The creak of a wooden fence interrupted his thoughts.

Eight more people were pushed in, some old and some young, one of whom I had seen yesterday when they were setting up a stall on the street.

Two hours later, the sheepfold gradually became crowded.

Hundreds of people were imprisoned in a place four to five feet long, and Hong Fan could only leave half of his butt on the manger.

Outside the circle, there were more than a dozen wooden carts harried with livestock parked, and they were piled with dry food.When the sun turned westward, the last batch of people arrived.

When entering, a scarred man with a short bun was seen wrestling with the escorting soldiers and kept talking.

"Tu's surname, you're just avenging a private vendetta!"

"Damn it, I'm a ghost..."

Before he could shout a third time, he was hit on the forehead by the sword hilt swung by a soldier.

Scarface fell down silently.

The people in the sheepfold shrank inward like herds of herbivorous animals.

After a moment of dead silence, the scar-faced man made some movement.

He pressed down on the ground, turned his face covered in blood, and slashed the soldier holding the sword.

Gritting his teeth, the man struggled to get up.

Then he was whipped by the military attache who came striding over, and was knocked down for the second time.

The military attache took a sip and scolded his men again.

"I told you not to hit the vital points, everyone in the capital will be alive!"

"What about the injury?"

a voice asked curiously.

"The injury is fine, but don't kick your legs, it will affect your journey..."

the military attache replied, then realized that the sound was coming from the wooden circle.

"Why is the injury okay? How can I do corvee work if my arm is broken?"

The speaker was a handsome young man who was tied up with five flowers.

He was sitting on the corner of the stone manger, exposed due to the crowd.

"Why do you, a prisoner, ask so many questions?"

The military attache's face darkened and he tightened his grip on the whip.

"I'm not a prisoner."

The young man replied confidently.

"Who committed a crime here?"

He turned around and inspected everyone.

A few people shook their heads with very slight movements, while most people avoided his gaze as if to avoid evil spirits.

It seemed that looking into his eyes would bring misfortune.

When the military attache saw this, he didn't know what to say.

A soldier came and whispered to him.

"It turned out to be a spy from outside."

The military attaché nodded and grinned ferociously.

"Since you have cultivation, you should be able to take more whips."

He stepped over Scarface's body, kicked open the wooden door and strode in, standing in front of the young man.

"It looks like a good color."

"With such a nice face, I wonder how many whippings I can get?"

The military attache lashed out in the air, causing the whip to explode beside the manger.

Then he waited as a matter of course to see the young man show his fear.

Nothing.

Just a plain inquiry.

"Are you afraid?"

The young man stood up slowly.

When he finished speaking, everyone saw that the hemp rope on his body began to burn.

In just one breath, the rope turned into ashes.

But the military attache could see clearly that there was no trace of scorch marks on the young man's clothes.

This is not an ability that the Penetrating Realm can possess.

"Will you run away?"

The military attache heard the second sentence of the inquiry.

He took half a step back, trying to escape from the wooden circle, when he saw the young man approaching like a ghost and grabbing his head and face.

In full view of everyone, the military attache was lifted up by one arm and struggling.

The cowhide whip fell to the ground.

Considering that there were civilians nearby, Hong Fan chose the most honorable execution method.

The flaming energy emitted, boiling the body fluids through the skin, flesh and skull.

The corpse fell to the ground face down.

"Hundred households..."

The soldiers outside the wooden circle only reacted now.

Without command, they didn't know how to advance or retreat.

But the young man has already rushed over.

With two simple punches, which looked nothing fancy, the two only officers who had penetrated had their hearts shattered and died.

The remaining twenty or so people dispersed immediately, running away like wolves and pigs.

(End of this chapter)