Head-to-head.

Han Feibao took his remaining defeated general to stop about twenty miles away from Chengguan and ordered the army to rectify.

He personally led a team of scouts to check it out. This was the most important moment in his life so far, and he had to be extra careful.

For Han Feibao, he had imagined many important moments in his life.

The most important of these is his greatest dream, of course, it is to wear a bright yellow brocade robe and a nine-dragon golden crown. Standing on the three-foot platform, he can guide the country.

Think about it again, the most important moment in life is actually facing a city that must be killed before it can escape.

This kind of life gap is not that big after so long after escaping.

It was as if he had been extremely disgusted with the black warriors, and even fantasized that after he became the 95th Lord, the first thing he did was to erase the black warriors from this world.

The achievement of hegemony for generations is only in his thoughts.

However, what he was thinking at this time was that if what Yuan Zhen said was true, then he could really gain a foothold in Yanzhou with the support of the Black Warriors and the Bohai people.

From fighting for hegemony in the Central Plains to gaining a foothold in Yanzhou, from wanting to destroy powerful enemies, to relying on others.

"Master."

Yuan Zhen crept behind a high slope, looked at it with a clairvoyance for a while, and said in a low voice: "From the number of defenders on the city wall, they should be ready."

Han Feibao nodded, this was expected.

He came from the west of Jizhou to the east of Jizhou. If he had no preparations at Longtouguan, he would feel something was wrong.

Jizhou, where Li Chi Jingxin governed, was the first place to fulfill Li Chi's dream.

Here, not only the people have a prosperous life, but also the habit of extreme unity. This habit can also be called a common hatred of the enemy.

Over the years, so many people have harmed Jizhou and the people of Jizhou.

It took Li Chi, the King of Ning, to restore peace to Jizhou and allow the people to live a good life.

How could the people of Jizhou allow the enemy to oppress them again?

So Han Feibao had long expected that big and small cities in various parts of Jizhou could no longer be kept, so the same was true for Longtou Pass.

"Catch two tongues."

Han Feibao lowered his voice and ordered.

In Longtou Pass, there are many villages of all sizes. Because there are Ningjun troops stationed here, the people feel that this place is safe and safe.

Therefore, after returning to peace from Jizhou, the number of people in various villages in Longtou Pass has not decreased, but has increased.

The area here is vast. Whether it is planting or grazing, as long as you are willing to work hard, your life will not be bad.

Han Feibao looked at Yuan Zhen and said, "If there are only defenders and no ambush, then we can attack when it is dark and attack early tomorrow morning at the latest."

Yuan Zhen naturally understood what Han Feibao meant, and he finally breathed a little relieved, because Han Feibao had not been completely abolished after all. As a commander, his most basic military talent is still there.

If there are ambushers in Longtou Pass, or there are ambushers around the mountains and forests, then the Yongzhou army will be surrounded by the Ning army when it attacks Longtou Pass.

The easiest way to obtain information is to arrest the people and ask questions.

If there were troops from Ningjun who had come, the people would not be able to see it.

Yuan Zhen looked at his personal guards, whom he had taken with him since he went south.

Although Yuan Zhen’s open position in the Heiwu Court was not high, Emperor Khan really cared about him and also had high hopes for Yuan Zhen’s trip to the south this time.

Emperor Heiwu Khan knew very well that even if he was as strong as the Black Martial Empire, after several failures in the south, he could not move troops on a large scale against the Central Plains again in a short period of time.

The only way is to encourage the civil strife in the Central Plains to continue and consume the eternal strength.

So he dispatched many real experts to protect Yuan Zhen. He believed that with Yuan Zhen's ability, he would definitely make a difference.

But what Emperor Heiwu Khan did not expect was that he believed in Yuan Zhen's ability, but the Han Feibao he chose was indeed not worthy of Yuan Zhen's ability.

In other words, if Yang Xuanji and Han Feibao were replaced, Yang Xuanji would definitely do better than Han Feibao.

In other words, if Guantinghou chose to accept the help of the black warrior, then he would definitely become a disaster in the Central Plains.

Fortunately, not everyone in this Central Plains can bend down so easily.

Yuan Zhen thought for a moment and looked at one of his personal guards, a middle-aged man in his thirties.

This person's name is Hutuo and was born in Heiwuqingya.

Although there is not a very high official position in Qingya, this does not mean that his martial arts and abilities are not as good as those with higher official positions.

The black warriors' classification of class hierarchies is much more stringent than that of the Central Plains.

Their values ​​of aristocratic bloodline are far higher than those of the Central Plains people who value aristocratic bloodline.

Perhaps, when the Central Plains people formed aristocratic class, the black warriors were still in an era of half-eat and drinking blood.

Because of the influence of Central Plains culture, I learned some things, but it was even more obvious and excessive than what the Central Plains people did.

There is no problem with the bloodline of Hutu. At least it comes from the Eighth Ghost Moon, but it is not aristocratic bloodline.

So it is okay for him to join Qingya with such a background, but it is almost impossible to become a senior official.

Fortunately, the upper level still knows who has the ability.

Yuanzhen said to Hutuo: "Pick a few capable and competent people, go to nearby villages, don't catch the elderly, don't catch the middle-aged woman, or children over ten years old, or under the age of fourteen or five years old."

Hudou leaned over and said, "As for order."

Although there is no problem with his attitude, in fact, these serious black warriors certainly look down on Yuan Zhen's background.

Hudo and a few subordinates left and quietly touched the village not far away.

A subordinate asked curiously: "Sir, Lord Yuanzhen told me to arrest a middle-aged woman or a half-aged child. Why is that?"

Hutu said: "The reason why the elderly are not caught is because they are cunning and are old. They will lie. Sometimes they are not afraid of death. If they do not catch the middle-aged man, it is because it will be very troublesome. Even if they are definitely not our opponents, the middle-aged man is also strong in his backbone."

"They are already mothers in the middle-aged women, so they can easily find their weaknesses. As for the half-aged children, they cannot withstand the pressure."

The subordinate nodded and then realized.

Yuan Zhen and Han Feibao took the scouts to observe outside Longtou Pass for a while before returning to their camp.

About two hours later, Hutuo returned to the camp with a few arrested villagers.

When Yuanzhen heard that Hutuo was back, he came over to interrogate himself.

“Ask separately.”

Yuanzhen explained.

He looked at Hodo again: "Have you asked on the way back when they caught them?"

Hutu said, "I asked a few questions, but no one would speak together when these people were together."

Yuanzhen asked: "Is that woman and that half-old child mother and son?"

He observed that there were two people in the crowd who looked a little special. The boy was about fourteen or fifteen years old, still young, but bravely stood in front of his mother.

And that mother tried her best to protect her child behind her.

Yuan Zhen was silent for a moment and pointed: "Pull the two of them over, ask together, and ask the others separately."

Not far away, the woman in her thirties looked very pale. She had never experienced such a thing and was already scared to death.

But she told her son over and over again that her voice was very light, but she was particularly firm.

"Don't say it, don't say anything they ask you."

"Mom, I know."

"They may hit you, maybe they may hit you, but as long as we grit our teeth and say nothing, they can't do anything."

In fact, she knew that these bad guys had some solutions.

"Mom, you said that you must first have a conscience in life."

The boy, who had just appeared on his lips, took his mother's hand: "Mom, I know."

His father is in the team.

Yuan Zhen asked someone to take the mother and son to an open space. He looked at the mother with a smile, asked for a pot of water from his personal soldiers, and handed it to her: "Let's have a drink of water first."

The woman looked at Yuanzhen, then looked at the kettle, but didn't say anything.

"Give it to me."

The boy stretched out his hand and said, "I'm thirsty."

The woman and Yuan Zhen looked at the boy at the same time. The woman's eyes were surprised and incredible, while Yuan Zhen's eyes were filled with a smile.

He handed the kettle to the boy: "Give it."

The boy took the kettle, gulped and sucked, then wiped the corner of his mouth and threw the kettle aside.

Yuan Zhen was about to ask the boy what he said, "I'm hungry, I want to have a meal."

Yuan Zhen frowned slightly, but soon laughed: "Okay."

He ordered, "Go to him the dry food."
To be continued...