Meng'an Wanyan Sigong looked at the convoy in front of him coldly and waited quietly.

The convoy, with three large caravans as pillars, surrounded a group of squatting in the abandoned farmland next to the official road, like a turtle with its head shrouded.

However, Wanyan Sigong knew that this turtle had sharp teeth. If it underestimated the enemy, it was thought that it could be easily taken down and stewed and eaten meat. Then it might be possible that the turtle would bite a few fingers.

So he has to wait a little longer and be patient, and there is still time today...

"Master." A young cavalryman with a cold face came to Wanyan Sigong and reported in a very organized manner: "Three large cars, three hundred people, half of them were male, with guns and wooden cannons, but I don't know the specific number."

The Qi army has a characteristic: neither the regular soldiers nor the militia will fire guns and cannons at will. It is good to find these messages in a small team of scouts in a circle.

Should I say that I am worthy of being the famous general who once served as Meng'an?

"Living girl, what do you think of this car formation?" Wanyan Sigong asked faintly.

"The slave has no opinion."

Bang!

With a crisp sound of whip, there was a long, terrifying blood mark on Wanyan Huo's face.

"Is this the attitude a slave should have when facing his master?"

Wanyan Huo Nu was the son of Bojilie Wanyan Loushi. Loushi was defeated in Gaizhou and committed suicide for fear of crime. All his family was incarnated into the officialdom. At that time, the living girl who was already Meng'an was naturally unable to escape. Since then, she has been distributed to Wanyan Sigong as a shepherd slave.

No matter what his living girl was before, he is now an ordinary slave. As the master, Wanyan Sigong, not to mention giving him a whip, he would even draw his sword and chop him directly.

This is the Jurchens' great gold, with clear hierarchy.

"I think this formation is not easy to fight." The whipped woman didn't care about the scorching pain on her face. She narrowed her left eye, which had begun to seep blood, and said respectfully: "The big carriage array seems to be very strong. We are all light cavalry, so it's not easy to take it down. If my big gold warrior hurt too much..."

If his subordinates have too much damage, it is difficult to guarantee that Wanyan Sigong will not end up like a living daughter and father and son.

Although Wanyan Sigong is a royal family, he is a branch and is related to the rebel Yin Shu. In the eyes of the three princes in power, he is not a hot commodity.

Of course, Wanyan Sigong could understand the pronounced hints of living women.

In the Dajin, a Jurchen nobleman lost his troops and horses, and no matter what his identity was, his status would decline.

He could die when he descended to the way Wanyan Loushi was in Gaizhou.

However, it is not possible to fight.

The three princes Bo Jilie sent them out to attack these Qi army immigrant convoys.

It would be fine if you didn't meet the Qishen Zheng soldiers, but even the main target - those Han immigrants who were full of more than half of the elderly, weak, sick and disabled - would not dare to touch them. It would be unreasonable to put them in that army.

"Living girl, go and tell the dogs, they will leave ten women and one hundred stones of food, and they will let them go."

Wanyan Sigong thought of a way that seemed to be the best of both worlds - as long as the Han people stayed to buy money, he would not have gained nothing this time. Even if he didn't fight a battle, he would bring back some more food and grass, which would be better explained by Master Bojilie.

The living girl couldn't help but look up at Sigong.

He was surprised, how stupid this man was?

He thought this was the era when the Jurchen cavalry could threaten the Han people with money and food as long as they appeared 7 or 8 years ago?

Now others dare not say that the Han people in Qisheng would definitely not be weak when they see the Jin soldiers.

"Master, they won't give it."

Bang!

Another whip came over. This time the living girl did not foolishly use her face to pick it up. He hid for a moment, and the whip blew on her shoulders, which made her feel so painful.

"Your slave can only take care of your decision?" Wanyan Sigong said coldly: "Go and do it."

The living girl lowered her head to cover up the anger on her face. He didn't dare to continue to say anything more - Wanyan Sigong used to not even count a p in front of him, but since Lou Shi's death, the situation has been reversed.

After that, Wanyan Sigong would find opportunities to trouble Wanyan's living girl. Not only would he give the dirtiest and tiring work to him, he would keep his feet busy, but he would also embezzle his credit and prevent the living girl from having a chance to get back.

A casual insult like now is even more common, and a living girl feels that she is a little unbearable.

Wanyan Huo girl waved her whip gently, turned her head, and slowly moved towards the formation of cars not far away obediently.

As he walked, he thought:

‘Wanyan Sigong is an idiot! Now I’m just telling those Han people that he has no courage to attack the chariot formation!’

'But I can't go and not talk. Wanyan Sigong dared not fight. He would definitely think about finding a scapegoat. This person is probably me.'

‘What should I do? Really say, can those Han people let me go? I will die if I give me a musket!’

You can't expect militia to abide by the regulations that don't kill you, right?

What's more, Qi Sheng and Da Jin have never recognized each other, such as envoys... Even if they are formal envoys, Xu Shiyang, the leader of Qi Sheng, also killed a large group in Jiangnan?

‘This Wanyan Sigong just wants to kill me!’

Wanyan Huo's woman was thinking fiercely:

‘He embezzled a lot of my property, so he wanted to kill me! By the way, he could also put the blame on me for not daring to take a taxi array!’

Although I don’t know how Meng’an put the blame on the Wrangler, Wanyan Huo’s daughter decided that Wanyan Sigong must have thought so.

‘I want to live!’

"I can't die!"

Wanyan Huo's woman rode a horse less than a hundred steps away from the formation. She could see clearly the shooting port and the spearmen defending at the side wall of the opposite carriage and the carriage link.

The former Jurchen raised his hands, tried hard to make him seem harmless, resisted the uneasiness in his heart, and continued to move forward to about fifty steps.

Then shouted:

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! I am the messenger, I want to talk to your leader!"

There was a slight restlessness on the opposite side. A one-eyed strong man appeared in front of Wanyan Huo's eyes. Wanyan Huo's woman looked at him and waved her hand, as if to prevent her subordinates from shooting at her conspicuous and easy-to-success target.

‘Wanyan Sigong's idiot, even the Qisheng militia dared not fight, which shows that Dajin is now dying!’

Thirty steps away, Wanyan Huo's woman jumped off the horse and held the horse empty-handedly approached the carriage formation.

At this time, he could clearly see the black gun barrel of the Qi Provincial Militia.

"What do you want to say?"

The one-eyed strong man jumped out of the car array openly, reached out to take the reins of Wanyan Huowo’s mount, and confiscated his horse directly.

Wanyan Huo Nu knew that if the Han people wanted his life, he would not be able to escape now.
Chapter completed!