Only then did Zhu Rong notice Han Changmu, no, he noticed the little girl holding the medicine bowl next to Han Changmu.
What a nice little girl, so fresh and smart.
His eyes were straight when he saw it, and he didn't think much about how there could be a woman in the fort.
Xu Xiangli was extremely embarrassed. His younger brother was good at everything, but he couldn't walk when he saw a girl.
He coughed heavily and introduced Han Changmu and others while holding back the embarrassment.
Zhu Rong finally withdrew his gaze, saluted and smiled apologetically, but he didn't feel embarrassed at all: "It turns out to be Han Changshi, so disrespectful." After saying this, he laughed twice.
Han Changmu's cheek twitched and he said calmly: "Guardian Xu, let's go over and detoxify the garrison."
Xu Xiangli nodded quickly: "Okay, let's go."
It's better to get out quickly. Zhu Rong has this bad habit. You have to talk to him later, otherwise he will be beaten out sooner or later.
As the night got darker and darker, the wind began to blow across the empty wilderness, becoming more and more violent.
The wind broke the withered Populus euphratica, and the broken rocks and branches all over the ground rolled with the wind.
Just after midnight, the wind gradually stopped, mist curled up over the endless desert, and the deep beacon towers and fortresses were dimly shadowed.
A few small black spots flitted across the undulating sand dunes, quickly passing through the mist and moving towards the hazy shadows in the distance.
There was no sound of wind, no human voice, and no sound of horse hooves.
It was deathly silence, suffocating silence.
A few flying claws tore through the night and flung up the empty fortress wall in the cold light.
There was a soft clatter of iron chains, and the four people grabbed the iron chains with their hands, stepped on the fort wall, and climbed up the fort as light as a swallow.
There was no one on the fort. Four people turned over and landed lightly on the fort. They lowered their heads and saw the sparkling spring water in the ditch under the moonlight.
These four people were all wearing identical white robes, with plain white veils covering their heads and faces. Only their eyes were exposed, and the light in their eyes passed around with cold vigilance.
Seeing nothing strange, the four of them walked down from the fort. The moonlight followed them like a shadow, and the white robes rippled with brilliance like water.
The garrison soldiers were lying in a mess in the garrison. The four people did not deliberately conceal their whereabouts, but as they walked past, no one of the garrison soldiers stood up to stop them.
The steps of the four people were light and graceful, as if there was no trace of water passing through them, and Bai Sensen's figure arrived outside the fort in an instant.
After walking outside, the four of them realized something was wrong.
There was no one outside the fort.
The four people looked at each other in surprise.
There were only seven or eight people lying in the garrison just now, but when they came to investigate, they found that there were nearly a hundred garrison troops in the fifth beacon, so where did the rest of them go.
The four people quickly gathered together, back to back, looking at the empty surroundings.
One person trembled his lips and his voice trembled: "Brother, this, this is a little bit wrong."
As soon as he finished speaking, a hoarse voice sounded angrily: "Stop talking nonsense and retreat quickly."
There were rustling sounds all around. The sounds were thin and dense, like rats and ants gnawing, or like wind blowing through the canopy of a tree.
The four people suddenly stiffened up and felt cold in their hearts. They slowly raised their eyes and looked around at the deep surroundings.
The surroundings were empty, with no trees and no wind, but countless cold lights lit up. They were the crossbows only found in the army, and they were aimed at the four people.
The hoarse voice said in a low voice: "Protect the fourth child and send him out."
Another person hesitated and said: "Brother."
The man who just spoke had a sharp voice: "Fourth, your Qinggong is the best. Stop the Turks and don't let them die here, otherwise the Holy Lord will never let us go."
The four of them raised their hands without hesitation. There were several loud bangs and a huge puff of pale white smoke enveloped them.
At the same time, several crossbows were raised, rustling a few times in the open space, and the crossbow arrows were shot out.
Clouds of dim yellow dust exploded in mid-air and spread quickly.
After a few plops, the pale white smoke dissipated, and the four people fell heavily to the ground. They struggled a few times, but failed to stand up. They only felt that their whole bodies were limp and weak. They couldn't help but be shocked and looked at each other.
What is going on? Isn't this the fifth beacon? Why would the garrison use such a method that is only used to open a black shop?
Several people came out of the garrison. Each of them covered their mouths with their masks and waved their hands. They didn't stop until the yellow dust dissipated.
These people put down their blouses, it was Han Changmu and the others, while Xu Xiangli and Zhu Rong were leaning against the fort gate, standing on the left and right, their expressions were not good, they couldn't tell whether they were solemn or serious, they seemed to be a little... Surprised and amused.
They never dreamed that a soldier like themselves would use such shameful tactics to deal with people.
However, catching turtles in an urn is quite enjoyable.
Gu Chen didn't think there was anything shameful about this method. He had seen much more than this in the Internal Security Department.
He strode to the side of the four people, pulled off the coat of one of them, took a look, frowned and said: "A Yao, the amount of the medicine you took is not enough. I think this person looks tall." He must be quite strong, so don’t give too much medicine, or if he bites his tongue, it will be in vain.”
Yao Yao stood far away, snorted, and smiled brightly: "If you are worried, just take off their jaws and get rid of them once and for all."
The four of them suddenly felt cold all over their bodies.
What kind of little girl is this? She opens her mouth and bites people's jaws. Why is she so cruel?
Gu Chen smiled nonchalantly: "That's a good idea, Ah Yao, you'd better be ruthless." He greeted Wang Xian: "Come here and help me."
The two men started working together, very neatly. The four men didn't even have time to scream. They just groaned in their throats, and their jaws were dislocated. Their faces were pale in pain, and their temples were soaked with sweat.
Zhu Rong and Xu Xiangli's expressions changed. They looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.
Is this the method of the retainers of Prince Han's palace? This is clearly a cruel and cruel thing only the Department of Internal Security can do.
Han Changmu saw that these four people were already honest, so he nodded, looked at Xu Xiangli, and said calmly: "Guard Xu, why don't you just leave these four people to me and see if you can find out anything."
Xu Xiangli was an expert in fighting Turks, but he was a layman in extorting confessions through torture.
Ask him to interrogate people. If he doesn't say a few words, he will either beat the person to death in a rage, or he will vomit blood and die due to anger.
He nodded: "Brother Han, just go and do your business. Leave the affairs here to me and Brother Zhu. As long as those Turkic brats dare to come, I will make it impossible for them to go back."
Han Changmu smiled and asked Meng Suige and others to carry the four people into the bunker in the fort.
This underground warehouse is impregnably built, with no windows and only a narrow door that can only allow one person to pass through at a time. Once the heavy iron door is closed and locked firmly from the outside, only one place can be entered. There is no darkroom left.
The underground warehouse had been cleaned out in advance, and the makeshift torture instruments were placed there. Torturing people may not be satisfactory, but scaring people will definitely make people feel heartbroken.
The four people were carried into the bunker and thrown limply on the ground like torn sacks. The remaining ashes that had not been swept away were heavily smashed up, which was very choking.
Han Changmu pulled up a bed and sat in the middle. Several other people stood behind him with their hands behind their backs. Meng Sui was guarding the door.
The lamp had been burning for a long time and was a little dim. It flickered on Han Changmu's gloomy face. His expressionless face really looked like a cold-faced Yama.
He tapped his hand gently on the armrest of the bed, and the sound echoed through the basement, which was quite a bit urging.
The four people flinched. They guessed that they had been poisoned. Now their whole bodies were as soft as a puddle of mud. Let alone running away, even a cough or a turn of the head would cause their whole bodies to be in pain.
They regretted more and more how they had been careless and encountered these plague gods.
Han Changmu coughed lightly, looked at the four people without saying anything.
Gu Chen cleared his throat knowingly and asked solemnly: "Are you the protectors of the Four Holy Sects, or are you ordinary believers?"
As soon as these words came out, the four of them knew that the situation was over, and even the Four Holy Sects asked them. These people were indeed not ordinary garrison troops, and they were probably already targeting them.
Maybe it's because they've been so arrogant with their recent actions that they attracted these plague gods.
Han Changmu raised his chin when he saw that one of them was panic-stricken and not as calm as the other three.
Gu Chen smiled and pulled the man out alone.
Wang Xian walked a few steps and reached the end of the basement. He touched carefully on the wall and found an inconspicuous bump. He turned it hard and pressed in again.
There was a loud rumble, and a door suddenly opened on the wall, revealing a dark secret room.
Han Changmu smiled coldly: "Throw the three of them in, and pull them out when they die."
The three people looked panic-stricken. They didn't even ask a serious question. They didn't say anything. Why did they just die?
This isn't right, that's not how it is sung in the opera.
Shouldn't he be tortured and then confess?
The three people were thrown into the dark secret room again like being thrown into a torn sack.
The door was slammed shut, shutting out the only ray of light that flowed in.
The man left behind shivered, and his bones and muscles ached all over, as if they had been torn apart.
What's even more painful is that even though it hurts so much, I still can't scream.
He felt like he was going to die here.
Gu Chen walked over slowly, held the man's chin with his hand, and pushed it up sharply. The man shuddered in pain, and his chin had been reset.
Gu Chen squinted and looked at the man's frightened eyes, which reflected his beautiful smile. He was very satisfied and patted the man's cheek gently. His smile was as warm and moving as the spring breeze in March: "You want to confess, I still want to go in and wait to die.”
The man shivered again, feeling that the newly reset jaw seemed not to be very useful, and his speech was not fluent enough. He stuttered and his voice was hoarse: "I, I, I move, I move all."
