Listening to the sound of musket shooting outside like fried beans, the scholar took out a piece of vine armor from a camphor wooden box in the house.

This pair of vine armor was given to him by a tribe elder to help him settle the accounts in order to thank him.

Although he felt that this vine armor might not be able to stop the famous people's muskets, he felt a little more at ease after putting it on.

The scholar had already thought about it. Before the Ming army attacked, he would stay in the house and go nowhere. When the war settled, he would go out to surrender.

Anyway, he is just an accountant and has never done anything bad for An Bangyan and She Chongming. He is also a scholar, so I guess those red guys won't do anything to him.

As soon as I made up my mind to hide under the wooden bed, a knock on the door started.

‘The government army won’t attack so quickly, right?’

The terrified scholar Gong did not dare to show up, but the knock on the door became louder and louder.

"Zhang Xiucai, Zhang Xiucai, are you in the house?"

A familiar voice came, and the scholar knew that this was a personal guard beside She Chongming.

'It should be that the traitor of She Chongming was looking for him again. It seems impossible to hide from the Ming army's attack. If he didn't go out, he would probably have been vented before the Ming army attacked him.'

Zhang Xiucai thought about it and quickly crawled out from under the bed.

"Here, come."

When Zhang Xiucai opened the door, he saw the guard looking at him angrily.

"It's so hot that I'm so angry. Come with me."

The guard pulled Zhang Xiucai out of the door with force, and then pushed Zhang Xiucai to Chengtian Palace.

‘The barbarian is a barbarian. He is so gentle and he can sweep the floor!’

The personal guard pushed her clothes a little disheveled. Zhang Xiucai was full of resentment and had nowhere to vent, so he had to silently complain in his heart.

But when he came to Chengtian Palace, Zhang Xiucai was shocked.

I saw that the elders of all the divisions in the hall were there, and She Chongming was sitting in the middle. There was a head at his feet. It seemed that the blood had dried up. It must have been cut for a long time, but I just didn't know why I was still here.

Since She Chongming returned to Shuixi after he was defeated, beheading the heads in order to suppress various troops. Although Zhang Xiucai is a cultural person, he still gets used to it depending on how much he has grown up.

However, when Zhang Xiucai looked at the head carefully, his eyes turned a little black. The head was not someone else's, but the tribal elder who gave him his vine armor.

Compared with other elders of the Fan Minister, the elder likes Han culture and sometimes calls Zhang Xiucai to play a few games of Go.

Yesterday, Xiucai Zhang met him, but he didn't expect that there would be only one head left today.

However, She Chongming didn't care about Zhang Xiucai's timidity. After he ordered him to go out of the village to surrender, he drove out the somewhat absent-minded Zhang Xiucai out.

Because this incident was urgent, before the Ming army's formation, Zhang Xiucai was only put down on the pass with a hanging basket, so after Zhang Xiucai had abandoned the village wall, he decided to take the opportunity to escape.

So, after he told She Chongming that he would take him to Mingjun, before Lu Xiangsheng asked him to ask again, the scholar Zhang knelt down straight, and then burst into tears.

"Prince, please help me!"

Lu Xiangsheng looked at Li Tengjiao. Li Tengjiao looked innocent and hugged Lu Xiangsheng, saying that he didn't know what was going on.

Faced with the sudden movement of the messenger, Lu Xiangsheng was also a little confused. On the cautious side, he still asked the guard to take him down to question him so that he would not show his goodwill rashly and be attacked by the messenger in close combat.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the guard came in and told Zhang Xiucai's confession in detail.

When Lu Xiangsheng heard this, he smiled awkwardly, so he ordered someone to bring the unlucky scholar in.

"It's not bad to be back when you lose your way. There is no insult to the teachings of the saints. But I've read "Water Margin" and turned against me at the last minute. This is a case of apology..."

Based on the scholar's self-report, Lu Xiangsheng could not tell whether what he said was true or false, but the guard who was good at torture the prisoners stepped forward and said that it should not be false.

Lu Xiangsheng didn't think that this timid scholar would come to do something, but he still had to do it by taking the opportunity to make a few words and then pulling out some useful information from his mouth.

Before Lu Xiangsheng could ask again, the scholar told the situation in the village, and was afraid that the coach would be unhappy if he didn't say anything in detail, so he kept talking until Lu Xiangsheng heard a useful message.

"What? Are you saying that She Chongming killed a tribal elder last night?"

As aroused Lu Xiangsheng's interest, Zhang Xiucai's originally dim eyes lit up, and he quickly repeated the scene he had seen before.

In addition, he also told some of the rumors he heard in the village.

However, Lu Xiangsheng didn't care about the information.

She Chongming killed people last night, which must be to stabilize people's hearts. It seems that someone is moved by the conditions he proposed yesterday.

After begging Zhang Xiucai, Lu Xiangsheng and a few more counselors made a decision, and then sent a loud voice to the front of the pass.

"I dare to call the elders in the village to know that my general only led Anxian and She Chongming to the capital to face the saint's surrender. If the rest of the people can help the official army capture these two thieves, they will not only be guilty, but also be rewarded."

Several loud men were holding several tin-rolled loudspeakers and shouting at the pass.

Zhu Youjian also popularized the principle of sound transmission to Wu students. This kind of loudspeaker used during the march was used to shout at this time.

Lu Xiangsheng didn't know if this happened, but it disturbed the hearts of the people in the village and increased the probability of winning for the partial master. Why not do it?

At this time, the Ming army had quietly climbed over the top of the mountain and followed the protection of the woods and slowly moved down the mountain.

Although the village was not very clear about the Ming army's calls, the news that the Ming army instigated the elders in the village to rebel after the rebels at the pass had already spread to Chengtian Hall, and the atmosphere in the hall became extremely tense.

She Chongming's eyes were a little bloodshot and her expression was a little ferocious at this moment. The elders in the hall were not much better. The elders' heads were still at the feet of She Chongming. While the elders were timid, they hated She Chongming to the core.

Everyone was speechless, and the atmosphere in the hall was extremely strange, like the tranquility before the storm came, and the depressed people couldn't breathe.

But at this moment, a loud noise came from the back of the village. Before everyone could react from the nervous state, one of them staggered into the hall, shouting while running.
Chapter completed!