"Mo, what kind of martial arts are you teaching?" Bei Yeying was surprised. The moves are very simple but very practical.
Mo Yang was a little tired, so he said: "It's just some grappling skills, that's it for today, let's disperse."
Bei Yejing said in surprise: "It's only a little over an hour, is it too early?"
"Practice too much will consume your energy. It's better to take a good rest and recuperate." One and a half hours is also three hours. An ordinary person who practices in this ice and snow for three hours will be exhausted before going to the battlefield.
Bei Yejing nodded, "Well, that makes sense. Let's go back to the camp to discuss the art of war you mentioned last time."
Bei Yeying was also very interested, "Well, that's a good suggestion. What kind of tea would you like to drink? Or some alcohol?"
Mo Yang frowned. She wanted to go back to catch up on her sleep. Are these two people too energetic?
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A soldier hurried over and said, "Report to the marshal that Deputy Marshal Han has caught the enemy's trick. Please ask the marshal to come over."
"Careful work?" Interesting, Bei Yeying smiled, "Jing, Mo, let's go and see together."
In the tent camp, several men were tied to racks. Their faces were gray and lifeless. They must have been tortured.
"Marshal, they don't want to recruit anyone"
"Oh, then just throw it to the wolves," Bei Yeying said, as if he was saying that the weather is very good today.
The eyes of the tied men flashed with fear, but then they became sad. Death seemed to be no big deal to them, and they allowed themselves to be dragged down.
"Wait a minute, he's staying." Mo Yang pointed at one of the craftsmen.
"What are you leaving him for?" Bei Yeying was a little curious. He couldn't see anything special about this detail, but he was the youngest and most handsome among them.
Mo Yang smiled strangely, "I want to interrogate him alone. You go out first. No matter what sound you hear, don't come in."
In the tent, Mo Yang sat down calmly, poured a cup of tea, and drank it leisurely. She was not in a hurry, she wanted to slowly wear down the other party's patience.
The man looked at Mo Yang warily. He came here as a spy and had already predicted that he would not die when he returned. However, the man in black did not use torture or torture on him, but it made him panic involuntarily.
Bei Yeying and Bei Yejing were outside the tent in confusion. It took a while before Mo Yang's voice came out.