"Shan Gong!" The big black man and the white-faced man called Lu Luzeng's honorific title and wanted to rush forward to rescue him, but were firmly pressed to the ground by the Red Turban soldiers behind him.

"A few people come here, hurry up and help him! Is there any water? Whose bag still has water?!" Unexpectedly, the old Jinshi fell down as soon as he said that, so Xu Jizu quickly squatted down and pounded the chest and back for the person, while complaining loudly to Xu Hongsan, "What are you doing if you are fine if you are scared?! This time, when our governor comes back, we will see how you explain to him!"

Xu Hongsan didn't expect that Lu Luzeng was so scared. He raised his hand and slapped his helmet, and defended embarrassedly: "I just told the truth. He thought wrongly, how could he blame me?!"

"Fuck! Your Governor Zhu doesn't like killing people. Is our Governor Mao just a butcher?" Xu Jizu gave him a blank look and continued to scold him loudly. "This nerd is a greedy person who is afraid of death. Just now, in order to survive, he told my Governor in person. But you didn't open any pots to carry any pots."

"Fuck! Why is Mr. Shan who is greedy for life and fear of death?" Before he could finish a sentence, the big man of Hei had already struggled to raise his head and cursed, "Evil thief, if you want to kill, just kill. Don't taint Shan Gong's reputation!"

"Duke Shan, Duke Shan wakes up!" The white-faced man stretched out his neck and shouted at Lu Luzeng's soul.

"You're just farting! When he admitted it just now, hundreds of ears heard it together. Do you dare to ask? I'll bet on your head!" Xu Jizu hated the big black man who didn't know what was going on, turned his head and said viciously.

"Just bet, I'll bet. I've fallen into the hands of you thieves, and I didn't want to go back alive!" He knew that what Suo Jizu said was true. In despair, the big man Hei simply wanted to die.

"You are the prisoner of our Left Army. Whether you die or not is up to my governor!" Xu Hongsan just took a slap and interrupted in anger.

In the chaos, Lu Luzeng was awakened by the trouble. A long breath of heat was spitting out of his mouth and burst into tears, "Tongfu, Defu, I will entrust you two to the things behind me!"

"Okay, okay, okay! Howling, howling, you can't die!" Xu Jizu was so upset that he was crying. He picked up Lu Lu Zeng with both hands and handed it to the servant of this man, "As long as you have never done anything that hurts the world, who is interested in killing you, a nerd!"

"My master is the Censor of the Supervisor, the Censor of the Supervisor. He specializes in supervising all officials. He will never do anything bad!" Several servants were overjoyed when they heard this. While lifting Lu Lu Zeng to the chair of the slider, they couldn't wait to make a statement.

"I don't believe in the subordinates of the Tartar Emperor, and there are dog officials who have never done bad things!" Xu Jizu glared at several servants and curled his lips disdainfully. After saying that, he was afraid that he would scare Lu Lu Zeng to death, which made Mao Gui blame himself afterwards. He sighed helplessly and calmed his tone and added, "Dog Official, don't be too scared. Just based on the credit you just explained the location of the old camp, my governor will not kill you again. At most, you will be fined for some money and food. When your family sends it over, you will be let go!"

"I'm old man, I'm old man" Lu Lu had wanted to make a few words to defend his reputation. However, he was afraid of annoying the other party, so he wiped out the credit that could already be redeemed. After hesitating, he couldn't say anything. He just shook his gray hair and kept crying.

"Release up, lift up, and carry it directly to the prisoner camp. I am almost disgusted by you!" Xu Jizu couldn't stand his cowardly appearance, waved his hand, and signaled the servants of the Lu Mansion to lift the slide rod. He would send the old Jinshi to the prisoner camp earlier, so he would be in vain.

The big black man and the white-faced man heard that Lu Luzeng had a chance to survive, so he stopped struggling and allowed Xu Hongsan to pull himself from the ground with the others to take him to the temporary prisoner camp. He just looked at Lu Luzeng but could no longer find his previous worship. Instead, he was deeply confused and confused.

The captive camp was set up in a clean field not far from the battlefield. Although Lu Lu Zeng and his group walked slowly, they also got to the place after half a cup of tea. When they saw that the enemy commander was captured, Zhu Bashiyi was very happy. He quickly ordered people to make a place in the center of the camp and took the old Jinshi and his servants over. Then he looked at Xu Hongsan's shoulders and asked with concern, "How was it hurt? Have you ever used the Jinchuang medicine? I have used it last time, and there are still some left! Just use it!"

As he spoke, he turned around to find Jinchuangyao. When Xu Hongsan heard this, he quickly saluted and said loudly: "Thank you, the governor is worried. The wound has been taken with medicine. It's just a skin trauma, and no bones are touched!"

"That's good, that's good!" Zhu Bashiyi happily stroked his forehead, "The situation just now was too dangerous, but fortunately you were not seriously injured! That big black guy."

Speaking of this, his eyes naturally fell on the big black man tied to the zongzi, "What's your name? Are you willing to surrender to me?"

"Don't think about it!" The big man of black was immediately furious and shouted at the top of his voice, "Hu, the loyalty and righteousness passed on from his family, how could he be with you traitors? If you want to kill, kill me, Hu!"

However, several personal soldiers were angry, so they stabbed him hard on the stomach with the hilt of the knife. They knocked him over to the ground, and their body curled like a river shrimp.

"Okay, just a fool, don't be as good as him!" Zhu Bashiyi waved his hand and signaled his personal soldiers not to fight again. Influenced by later martial arts novels, he was very interested in the black-faced man on the ground who could resist Chen De, Ivanov and Wu Liangmou by his own strength. However, he was extremely despised by the so-called loyalty and righteousness heirloom in his head. After thinking about it, he lowered his head and added: "If loyalty and righteousness heirloom, more than 70 years ago, Ling Zu should have joined Lu Xiufu in the sea. I dare to ask Brother Hu, which hero Ling Zu was by Lu Xiufu back then?!"

This sentence was a bit damaged. The big black man shrank and rolled on the ground. After struggling for a while, he had no shame to lift his head. He just bit his back teeth and whispered: "Mr. Hu's ancestor is the Han army, and he has nothing to do with the Southern Song Dynasty officials!"

"Then the ancestors of your ancestors have the word "Han", they must not be a Mongolian?! When did this loyalty and righteous family heirs be calculated?!" Zhu Bashiyi smiled again and asked disdainfully.

The skill of fighting on forums in later generations was not something that ordinary people could resist. What's more, since the two souls merged, Zhu Bashi almost couldn't put it down every day, and tried his best to make up a lot of the knowledge Zhu Dapeng had handed over to the history teacher back then. So he just threw a few words and asked the Hei Daren speechlessly.

"When you enter the barbarians, you will be the barbarians, and when you enter the Xia, you will be the Xia! The fortune of the Song Dynasty was over, so our ancestors naturally had to choose the master to do it!" The white-faced man obviously read more, and saw that the big man from Hei was questioned by Zhu Bashiyi. He also struggled to step forward and argued loudly. (Note 1)

"Who said this?" Zhu Bashiyi was slightly stunned and responded hesitantly, "I have never heard of it before. However, do you treat the Mongolian emperor as a Chinese, and have he agreed by himself? If he agrees, how can the people be divided into four levels? By the way, what are the two guys? I wonder if someone will pay your life if he is beaten to death by the Mongolian master on the street?"

"This?!" Although the white-faced man had read a lot of books, he could not explain clearly no matter how he divided the people into four levels. Moreover, although his ancestors had been generals of the Han army, they could only be ranked among the third-class people at most, and there was only two levels different from the Mongolian master. One day, the conflict broke out and the latter was beaten to death, and he also paid a donkey.

"There is also the choice of the master!" As he was being held back, Zhu Bashiyi sneered and said, "Actually, whoever you are with the hard knife is, are you going to be with? Now my knife is harder than the Tartars. According to this principle, you should take the lead and worship me! Why do you pretend to be a big-tailed eagle with me?!"

What a big-tailed eagle is? The black-faced man and the white-faced man do not understand. But they couldn't accept it. The good minister chose the master and made a big and thick-legged man. He was stunned for a moment, blushed and stammered, "You, you are a mess. Choosing the master and making the matter meant that the monarch was wise and righteous. What does it mean that the knife is hard or not?!"

"Oh, that's it!" Zhu Bashiyi made a sudden realization and responded with a smile, "Those two brothers told me, where is this Mongolian emperor wise? The people were so hungry that they rebelled, but he was busy changing the mud statues in the temple all day long. The money he sent was priced at a day, but he refused to accept it, but forced the people to carry a sack of money to exchange for a sesame cake. What's the bullshit?! He couldn't raise a few so-called great scholars and became a wise king. Could it be that the drinking and prostitution activities of a few literati are more valuable than the lives of tens of millions of ordinary people?! Both of them seem to be wise, but they can't always take care of their own benefits!!"

"You?" The big black man and the white-faced man had had such a fierce mouth fight with someone. He was so angry that he couldn't breathe all the time, and his face turned red like a drunk shrimp.

Zhu Bashiyi was unwilling to stop, and smiled and ridiculed again: "You two always say that I am a thief. Zhu is wondering who is a thief? Is it the official hat that shaves three feet into the ground and lets the people starve to death, or is it like my Xuzhou Hongqian, who only pays 20% of the treasury every year? Is it that kills a land and slaughters at the city at every turn? Or is it that like my Hongqian, who captures most of the prisoners and does not kill innocent people indiscriminately? Should the people under the rule be divided into four levels, take a group of big and small leaders to share the spoils, or treats all the people equally, and the prince breaks the law and the people? I am a little scholar, don't fool me?"

"You, you" the big black man looked at Zhu Bashiyi hatefully, and his face gradually began to turn black. What the other party said today was almost in the same place as all the books they had read before and the life philosophy instilled by the elders. But every sentence fell like a huge thunder, shaking the whole world outside them, and the sky above them could collapse at any time.

"Forget it, the two officials who are obsessed with profit are just confused!" Regardless of whether the other party was convinced or not, Zhu Bashiyi was very happy to curse. He waved his hand and signaled Xu Hongsan to take the two away, "take it to the dog official named Lu, waiting for the chief executive to deal with it. By the way, since the two are willing to work for the Yuan Dynasty, you might as well ask Lu Gou Official by the way. Chen Shouxin, a ten thousand household of the Han army in Huguang, defeated Chen Shau, the sophomore in Tang, Daozhou, died?!"
Chapter completed!