Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

At dinner time, Ji's father and mother caught up with the visitor and asked him a lot of questions. They were happy and worried. They were happy to know their daughter's recent situation, but they were separated by thousands of miles. Ji's mother picked up a piece of pig's trotter meat and gave it to her son-in-law. At the same time, she turned to Ji's father and said, "Shushu has had a hard winter. Second brother Ji should be more obedient and don't make things more difficult for nothing."

Father Ji patted her hands and called to the young man, "Xiao Wu, help yourself to what you want to eat, and eat more meat!"

A few days later, the coldest days of winter arrived, with a light snowfall. As the three of them ate their meal and drank steaming noodle soup, Ji's father couldn't help but exclaim, "This winter is great! Just two more layers of clothing will keep you warm." Unlike the northwest, where even wrapped in blankets, they were still frozen to the bone.

He pointed again and said, "Shushu doesn't like this soup."

Ji's mother picked up some pickles with her chopsticks, her mouth instantly filled with delicious flavor, and she sipped the noodle soup. Making winter clothes from dry straw was a strenuous job, and now her appetite was almost as much as that of a scholar.

"Shushu is a very particular eater," Qin Xiuyuan continued. "She has to add leafy vegetables, minced meat, or fried chicken to her noodle soup to make it taste good."

Mother Ji covered her mouth with the hand holding the chopsticks. Father Ji thought about it and laughed, "That sounds delicious!"

It was like a bird was shaking the branches or a rat was running across the corridor. Qin Xiuyuan narrowed his eyes and put his finger to his mouth. Ji's father and mother immediately fell silent, tiptoed in the direction of his finger, and hid in the inner room.

He put on his helmet and gripped his sword.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhang San, with a bloody knife wound on his arm, staggered in with his men. The fight in the main hall had stopped, the tables and chairs were scattered, the pottery bowls were broken, and food was scattered on the ground. The most frightening thing was that one person was killed by a sword in the throat, and another was killed by a sword through the heart, and blood was all over the ground.

"The bodies are exposed on the city walls. The guards are taking turns." He took off his blood-stained helmet, his face cold and solemn.

Zhang San and a group of people knelt down and apologized, "Yes!"

The guards felt a sense of sympathy. Rotation meant they would lose their jobs and return to the camp for training. The best-trained soldiers in the camp would take turns serving as guards. Every time a rotation took place, Guard Captain Zhang would fine them three months' salary.

Dragging the bodies of five assassins in and out of the house, Zhang San sprinkled medicine on his arms and bandaged them. Seeing the guard was absent-minded, he kicked him in anger. He was usually taciturn, but now he roared: "Look at the gap!"

The two who encountered the general were killed with a single sword strike, and the other three had bruised faces and noses, tattered clothes, and dozens of scratches on their bodies, showing that they died in agony. Looking at his own men, not only were their hands numb, but their arms and legs were more or less injured. Five guards against three, and all of them were wounded.

Han Batian, who had rushed over with his troops, felt relieved at the sight and then laughed, "Guard Zhang, the assassins' weapons are all anesthetic-smeared. Five against three, not embarrassing! Look, that knife on my waist, tsk tsk, it almost made my intestines burst out!"

Zhang San took a look, raised his arm, and bowed. The guards who came over stepped up the inspection inside and outside and arranged for people to expose the body.

Several military commanders and cavalry commanders arrived at the mansion one after another, followed by Zhang San and Han Batian, who led their men to the study. The situation in Yongcheng had taken a sharp turn for the worse, and even the Second Young Master Qin, who was leading the troops in Hu County, was in trouble!

More than ten naked bodies were neatly laid out together, with stripped clothes, shoes, socks, headscarves, and machetes beside them.

Xiao Wu commanded the two dogs to come forward and let them familiarize themselves with the smells throughout the venue.

"Once, a wild wolf was defeated and fled. The next day, this dog sniffed the hillside and ran off with it. We were trying to catch it, but my wife wouldn't let us, saying it must have been following the scent of the wolf. It came back two days later, with blood at the corner of its mouth!"

So, this time, he rushed to the general to report the incident before exposing the body. "Ever since that incident, Madam has told us to ride as fast as we can and stay hidden, picking up old clothes they left behind so they can smell the scent and track us down. This dog has a sharp nose!"

I originally thought Shushu was going to show him the wolf thorn armor, but it seems this is the key.

Qin Xiuyuan then asked the military dogs to follow and smell the scent. For a while, the armored military dogs in the city walked through the streets, and the soldiers followed the dogs.

"This... this beast can be more powerful than a human???"

Han Batian held his chin and asked the same question as the common people, "Are you so sure?" If there is no gain at all, it will become a laughing stock in Yongcheng!

The death row was dark and gloomy. Qin Xiuyuan carefully observed the dozen or so corpses, their faces, hands, feet, and hair, but he could only tell that they were warriors.

"Why not give it a try?" He had carefully tracked down the first wave of assassins, but hadn't gained much. It was Shushu's words that gave him inspiration, "Focus on the important things first. Leave no room for the enemy."

Originally, he was advised not to rush to capture cities and territories, but to capture and secure each city one by one, and to stab the enemy twice more on the battlefield to prevent him from being blown to death.

Later, he felt that he did not have enough energy to investigate and was not good at torture, so he simply sent the man away on the spot and exposed his body to serve as a warning to others.

Why not give it a try? Han Batian kicked the lifeless corpse and said, "Your wife and servants are still..."

We are quite close~

"Brother Han!" Qin Xiuyuan immediately raised his voice coldly.

Han Batian's scalp stiffened and he raised his hands in surrender. Fugui was right, this man was dominated by his wife!

"Before she was sixteen, my wife was so sick she couldn't leave her room. She was on the verge of death many times. Even now, she's not in good health, even during the preparations for weddings and funerals. Her words, actions, and thoughts are more insightful than those of someone who's been healthy since childhood. Xiuyuan was alone, with no permanent property, and he was away in the army, leaving her, a delicate woman, to handle many matters..."

The voice paused, and Qin Xiuyuan turned aside and sighed, "Brother Han, many people are more powerful than us. Some may be weak, but they are smarter. Being smart is not the fault of smart people."

After saying that, he walked out of the cell, standing alone in the dead silence.

Preparing for a happy funeral is like arranging a ghost marriage, which is something only people who are almost hopeless do.

He wiped his face, calmed his upset heart, and said to himself: "Alright, Qin Xiuyuan just called me a fool! He also scolded me for being jealous because I'm not as smart as others. He clearly said that I am stupid and do stupid things, and ugly people are more likely to do strange things!"

Zhang San stepped in and said, "Puff!"

Han Batian turned his head and stared at him with his eyes as big as copper bells.

Zhang San shrank his neck. He had just been guarding the door, so of course he knew what was going on and spread his hands.

Han Batian was tired of staring, so he approached him and asked in a low voice: "Is your wife really..."

Zhang San nodded before he could finish. "Not only that, many famous doctors have taken my pulse. Two years ago, the top Buddhist doctor in Northwest China gave me a fortune-telling."

He opened his fist, then retracted his five fingers in an instant, and gave her a look, "General, I won't say a word against her."

For the first time, Han Batian was speechless as he watched the five fingers passing by. Oh my god! The burly man stammered: "Then...then..."

Shaking his head, Zhang San didn't want to get involved in the host family's disputes. "If you meet the lady, you will know that she is open and honest."

A gentleman is open and honest. Han Batian seemed to be thinking about this evaluation. Unfortunately, God was not on his side and the beauty had a short life.