"Do you know who I am?" The middle-aged man in a wrinkled red official uniform looked at Xiao Chong fiercely, and a finger almost hit Xiao Chong's nose.

Xiao Chong shook his head. He could understand the grade of the official uniform, but he didn't know the person in front of him.

"I am Wen Song, the Minister of Personnel." The middle-aged man raised his head and glanced at the crowd around him and the at a loss of Wuwei soldiers, "What kind of military officer are you?"

"The lower official is the eighth-rank Xuanjie lieutenant." Xiao Chong replied subconsciously.

"Haha, the eighth grade, the eighth grade!" Wen Song laughed disdainfully, pointed his fingers back, and said, "If you pick up any one here, you will be much higher than you. I don't know how many ranks you are? This official used to be the Minister of Personnel, and his rank is higher than you."

Looking at the other party's extremely disdainful gaze, Xiao Chong finally became a little angry. The ruthlessness in his bones suddenly ejaculated. He took a step back and said, "Mr. Wen, where is your guard commander who is higher than me?"

Wen Song probably didn't expect that Xiao Chong, a small eighth-rank official, would dare to mock him like this, and he was immediately angry, "Is there any rules? Ah, is the soldiers of the Taifu so unruly? Are there any superiors and inferiors?"

"That's right, what a humble person is the Grand Tutor. Who is this person? How dare he be rude to Minister Wen?"

"We are all decent officials of the court, all decent people, and all those who have made contributions to the court. Now we are locked up here like criminals, what does it mean?"

"There is no sip of hot water, and the food is just like pig food. How could the Taifu be like this? It must be that the funds were embezzled by these soldiers and taken down and sent to the Taifu where to punish them!"

For a moment, the barracks were infuriated and started to clamor.

Xiao Chong had never seen such a formation. Seeing a large group of red-robed, green-robed, and white-robed officials surrounding them layer by layer, opening and closing their mouths, feeling their heads buzzing.

These people kept talking about the Taifu and the Taifu and the Taifu. He couldn't say that you were thinking too beautifully, and the Taifu had no time to pay attention to you at all, right? In this prisoner of war camp, just the treatment and the funds, as a Wuwei officer, how dare he be greedy for a penny?

Wen Song and others pressed step by step, and Xiao Zhu could only retreat step by step.

"Tell me, are you guys who are so greedy for military expenses?" Duke Wen spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm and spit it on the little insect's armor.

The little insect choked with anger and pulled out the horizontal knife on his waist.

"Do you want to commit a crime? Come on, come on, chop here, chop here. In Chang'an, the rebel Zhu Wen did not chop my head, so you can cut it." Wen Song put his head on the worm's side knife.

Poor Xiao Chong was so brave that he was just a rural citizen in Wuyi before. He had never seen such a formation. After hesitation, he and his soldiers were surrounded by a group of people, their swords were stolen, people were pushed around, their helmets were squeezed out, their hair was caught and dispersed, and they didn't know who scratched their faces a few times. They were in a very embarrassing moment.

The loud sound of the military trumpet suddenly rang outside the camp, and then the rumbling sound of horse hooves came, and the noisy crowd suddenly stopped slightly, and then they heard neat footsteps and the sound of commands.

As the drums sounded, the footsteps paused slightly, and then it turned into a running sound. In the eyes of everyone, rows of fully armed taxis rushed in from outside the camp. In a blink of an eye, they had already changed from columns to horizontal lines, with shields in front and guns in the back, and in the end, there were actually a row of crossbowmen.

The second drum sounded, and the soldiers let out a shocking roar of killing, which immediately calmed down the camp. Even Wen Song, who was extremely arrogant, suddenly became honest. From the solemn lineup of these soldiers, they smelled a familiar smell. This smell, they smelled from the soldiers of the Xuanwu Army when they were in Chang'an.

The little cuckoo and his subordinates escaped from the crowd in a very embarrassed manner.

The sound of horse hooves was so loud that Liang Han was covered with frost and crossed the crowd from behind the soldiers.

"General!" Xiao Chong stood with aggrieved and bowed his head.

Liang Han turned over and dismounted, looking up and down at the little insect with a few blood marks on his face with disheveled hair.

"Where is your knife?"

The little bug was ashamed.

"Are you a helmet?"

The little insect raised his head and wanted to speak but stopped.

Liang Han reached out and patted Xiao Chong's face, "You didn't even lose a single hair, and you were beaten to the face today. If you said this, Li De would be so angry that he would jump into the river."

Before the little cuckold could react, Liang Han suddenly jumped up: "I'm so angry that I want to jump into the river."

With a raised hand, the horse whip sucked Xiao Chong with a sound of Fengshenglin, "Damn it, bastard, I'm so disappointed. How could I take a soldier like you?"

The little cuckoo who was whipped said aggrievedly: "General, they are officials of the court. They can't be scolded or beaten or beaten."

"They are the officials of the court?" Liang Han laughed loudly and glanced at Xiao Chong with a squinted look: "You are not on duty, lost your weapons, insulting our military power, and go down to get the ten military sticks."

"Yes." Xiao Chong raised his chest and responded loudly, turned around and walked to the side, and lay down on the ground as everyone looked at it. Two soldiers immediately came up, and they took off Xiao Chong's pants with their hands and feet, swung the stick in their hands and started beating them.

The little insect next to the military stick did not say a word, and the soldiers present did not blink. Instead, a large group of imperial officials led by Wen Song were thrusting their eyes straight into their eyes.

It was not until Liang Han glanced at them with murderous eyes that Wen Song was filled with smiles and clasped his fists and said, "This general, I am..."

Before he could finish speaking, Liang Han said coldly: "You just hit my soldier?"

"This... the general doesn't know what it is, this little officer doesn't know the world is so high that he actually..."

"So it's you!" Liang Han cut off the other party's words.

"I did slap him, but I taught him a little lesson...ah..." Before Wen Song finished speaking, Liang Han slapped him with a palm. Liang Han's hand was so strong that when he slapped him, he immediately slapped Wen Song several times, and Shou He fell to the ground with a slap.

At this moment, not only Wen Song was confused, but the officials around him were all confused.

But that's not the end. Liang Han fucked the whip in his hand and fell like raindrops.

"I'll fuck you grandma, my soldier, when will it be your turn to teach him a lesson? What qualifications do you have to teach him a lesson?"

Wen Song was finally awakened by the severe pain that penetrated the bones, covered his head and face and shouted: "I am the Minister of Personnel, a fourth-rank official, and a loyal minister of the court. If you dare to beat me, the Grand Tutor will not let you go, and Your Majesty will not let you go."

Liang Han put away his whip, stepped on Wen Song's body, looked down at him condescendingly, and said arrogantly: "Loyalty? You are a bullshit loyal minister, look at me. My surname is Liang and Han. I worked with the Khitans for ten years in Lu Long. The old boy Zhang Zhongwu was about to rebel. I ran to the Grand Tutor again and worked with Zhang Zhongwu for two years. Xuanwu and Zhu Wen rebelled, and I worked with Zhu Wen from beginning to end. I am almost forty years old and didn't even ask for a wife.

, without any share of his wealth, except for a knife, I am a loyal minister. Well, by the way, the Shangshu Ling Chen Bi, who died in Chang'an, was also a loyal minister. He led his family to fight the traitors to death. His sons and nephews were killed and injured. He was called a loyal minister. He was surrounded by the enemy and would rather burn himself than surrender to the enemy. He was seriously injured. He was called a loyal minister. You bastard, you dare to call yourself a loyal minister. He simply defiled these two words."

At the end, Liang Han was already stern, and his cold eyes swept across the dense crowd around him, which made the people look so guilty that they lowered their heads and their steps were involuntarily retreating.

"I will submit memorials to you, I will participate in you!" Wen Song, who was already bleeding, gasped.

Liang Han laughed, raised his foot and kicked him a few kids on the ground, and shouted loudly: "Come here, what about the military doctor? Where is the military doctor? I'll cover this bastard so that he can have the strength to write memorials and entries. I'm waiting for you."

The military doctor on the side ran over to cover Wen Song's injuries. I don't know if Wen Song was seriously injured or if the military doctor was playing with some tricks. In short, when the military doctor treated him, Wen Song screamed more miserable than before.

Liang Han looked at everyone and shouted: "Let me hear it clearly. You are not the officials of the court now, they are just a group of prisoners of war. It was me who tried hard to catch Cao Huan and Zhu Youzhen to exchange you guys, and before they were recognized by the court, you all have to stay here honestly. If you dare to make trouble, you will be killed without mercy!"

Accompanied by Liang Han's roar, the soldiers outside all let out another murderous cry, which made the people on the scene silent.

Tian Bo limped over, squatted in front of Wensong, and said with a smile: "This Minister Wen is right? The Grand Tutor sent to Weizhou to receive you specifically. If you have any memorials, you might as well hand them over to the Grand Tutor for you."

Looking at Tian Bo who was smiling but not smiling, Wensong swallowed hard. The guy saw that he was in the same group as Liang Han and handed him the memorial, for fear that he would go to the cottage if he turned around.
Chapter completed!