Chapter 332 Inspection

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People have to bow their heads under the eaves.

Even if he knew that Yang Fan was teasing him, Changsun Chong could only express an expression that was worse than eating shit.

"Did Marquis Zhongyi always ask me to stay at the door of the barracks?"

"Oh, look at this...if the eldest grandson's consort didn't remind me, I would have almost forgotten it! It's really an old friend meeting, and there's a lot to talk about. Please hurry up..." Yang Fan patted his head and made an expression of sudden realization. .

With that said, he led Changsun Chong into the barracks and directed the soldiers to go get water.

Changsun Chong could only turn a blind eye to Yang Fan's rogue appearance.

If you really wanted to care about it, you would have had a heart attack!

After washing up, Changsun Chong showed his delicate pretty face again, which made Yang Fan feel jealous.

These handsome guys can't hide their coquettishness even if they wear beggar outfits.

Before Chang Sun Chong could rest for a moment, Yang Fan read out Hou Junji's military order in public.

Zuoying was strictly ordered to cooperate with the supervisor in investigating the Tibetan casualties.

It would have been fine if he didn't read it out. This announcement was like lighting up a dynamite pack, and the soldiers almost tore Changsun Chong alive.

Seeing the public outrage, Yang Fan took Changsun Chong directly and hurried towards Gansong Ridge.

There was no other way. If he continued to stay in the barracks, he was really afraid that Changsun Chong would be beaten to death by these Zuoying soldiers.

On the way to Gansong Ridge, Yang Fan and Chang Sun Chong walked side by side, silently all the way.

When they were about to reach their destination, Yang Fan said: "Consort Changsun, since you, as the inspector, represent His Highness the Crown Prince, you must do justice to our forward camp. You must check carefully during the inventory to make sure you don't miss anything! "

"Please rest assured, Marquis Zhongyi, since I have accepted the military order, I will be fair and impartial and will not wrongly accuse the meritorious officials. Of course, I will not help you look at others." Changsun Chong gave Yang Fan a stifled look, looking like an honest and just person.

Yang Fan chuckled and praised: "The eldest son's consort is indeed upright and honest. No wonder he can inspect the Chinese army on behalf of His Royal Highness. Unlike a rough man like a certain person, who can only go into battle with a knife to kill the enemy."

"What did Marquis Zhongyi say? As a minister, of course I have to fulfill my responsibilities to His Majesty and be loyal to the Empire. Besides, we just have different division of labor. If His Highness, the Crown Prince, hadn't been so affectionate, I would have wanted to live and die together with my brothers. A powerful enemy!" Changsun smiled at Cancan, looking a little embarrassed.

Yang Fanpi smiled but meant something: "The eldest son-in-law is really a loyal person, I admire him, but unfortunately there are always some people who eat inside and outside, collude with foreigners to kill compatriots, I would like to eat his flesh and drink his blood , do you think this kind of person should die?"

"All the men in the Tang Dynasty are dignified. It is impossible for such a person to appear. Marquis Zhongyi is overly worried. By the way, how far is it from the battle place? The commander-in-chief's military order is more important. Let's count the number of people first!"

A hint of guilt flashed in Changsun Chong's eyes, but he quickly covered it up and hurriedly talked to him.

Yang Fan pointed away and said to the dark forest, "That's it!"

Although Changsun Chong had been listed as a suspect of Tang Jun's collaboration with the enemy, this guy concealed himself so well that Yang Fan didn't notice anything unusual at all.

The most important thing is that Yang Fan has found no evidence and can't figure out Chang Sun Chong's motive for collaborating with the enemy, so he can only give up for now.

Of course, if Yang Fan found out that the person who collaborated with the enemy and betrayed the country was really Chang Sun Chong, he wouldn't care if this guy was Chang Sun Chong's son.

Regardless of his past life or this life, what Yang Fan hates most is traitors.

Soon, Yang Fan brought Chang Sun Chong to the fire camp, where there was only a piece of scorched earth.

Changsun Chong was a little puzzled. He frowned and asked: "The Tubo army was burned to death here, but this place is just a piece of scorched earth. I don't know how many people died. How to count them?"

"Don't panic, our eldest son-in-law. The weather is hot now. I'm afraid of a plague, so I've buried the burnt corpse in the valley. No, it's over there!"

With that said, Yang Fan waved to the soldiers who were following him and said: "Plow up the soil and let the eldest son-in-law take a good inventory."

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"No!" Dozens of soldiers put on simple masks made by Yang Fan, picked up their hoes and started working without any hesitation.

Now Yang Fan's prestige is unparalleled in Songzhou City and among the army in Songzhou.

If Yang Fan really wanted to lead this group of soldiers to rebel against Hou Junji, they would not hesitate at all.

Maybe the soil was not too deep, or maybe dozens of people worked together. After a burst of dust, the bodies buried a few days ago were revealed.

It turned out that these people were burned to death. They went through violent struggles and extreme pain before death, so the death situation was extremely horrific.

Seeing the pair of ferocious eyes staring at him, Changsun Chong was so frightened that he broke into cold sweat and his whole body shivered, even in the scorching hot summer.

Changsun Chong just took one look and his face turned pale, his feet became weak, and the food he had just eaten in Zuoying suddenly rushed up his throat.

Just as he was about to turn around and run away, Yang Fan stretched out his hand and stopped him: "Where is the eldest son-in-law going? You have to figure it out and give us justice. Look at this. This kind of people were burned alive. It would be better to keep the whole body." inventory."

"Look at this, this kind of thing was cut into several pieces by a horizontal knife, and the intestines, hands and feet were divided into several parts. This requires the eldest son-in-law to recover slowly. Of course, I will suggest that the eldest son-in-law let your attributes Let’s just cut off these heads and count each head as a person. This will make it easier to count them, what do you think?”

"Ugh!" Changsun Chong couldn't bear it anymore and directly broadcast live, and his whole body fell to the ground softly.

In the canyon, there are deep pits hundreds of meters wide, filled with corpses in rows and layers, and many of them even emit a putrid smell.

Such a horrific scene, even after experiencing the massacre that day, Yang Fan felt a little cold.

For Changsun Chong, a noble and well-fed young man from an aristocratic family, this was a shock to the soul.

With this kind of shock, if you have a bad character, you may actually go insane. Even if you are in a strong mood, you may not be able to sleep well for a while.

Looking at Changsun Chong, who was pale and lying on the ground retching, Yang Fan did not comfort him, but smiled: "This is the consequences of going against me. Since you dare to peek into the land of our Tang Dynasty, you dare to kill our soldiers of the Tang Dynasty." , the result is only a dead end;"

"Oh, by the way, the reason why these barbarians were able to surround and kill the forward battalion led by General Niu was because they obtained the intelligence of the spy. If I let this general find the spy, he will definitely sleep here."

Hearing Yang Fan's words, Changsun Chong's heart trembled, and he regretted it!

However, Yang Fan obviously did not intend to let him go so soon: "Inspector, this is where the people are buried. The general still has a lot of matters to deal with, and the soldiers also have to perform defense rotations. It will only be your hard work."

As he said that, he waved his hand and prepared to lead the soldiers back.

Changsun Chong almost fainted from fright when he saw that Hu LaLa was gone and only he and a few soldiers who came with him were left.

Even under the scorching sun, it looked eerie and terrifying. He didn't dare to stop anywhere. He used all his strength to get up and quickly chased after him. He grabbed Yang Fan and said quickly and flatteringly:

"Marquis Zhongyi, in my opinion, there is no need to count the number of deaths of the Tibetan people. Just report them according to the numbers you mentioned. Don't you still believe in the character of Marquis Zhongyi?"

Seeing that Sun Chong was almost hanging on his arm, Yang Fan glanced sideways at this guy, but showed no appreciation and said displeasedly:

"What did the inspector say? It's as much as it should be. What's going to happen if you don't count them one by one? Don't worry, you just have to count them. If you can't finish counting today, you'll do it tomorrow. If you can't finish counting tomorrow, we'll send someone to deliver it the day after tomorrow. Come over with tents and meals.”

As he said that, Yang Fan cursed again and continued: "The commander is too unkind. Am I, Yang Fan, the kind of person who lies about military achievements? The inspection envoy will tell me clearly, but we must be cleared."

After saying that, he threw away Changsun Chong and led his soldiers directly back to Songzhou City.

But as soon as Yang Fan entered Songzhou City, Changsun Chong came back with several personal guards behind him!

From Changsun Chong's point of view, there was no way for him to stay in the wilderness to count the bodies or even stay overnight!

Your legs are weak from fear during the day, and you are scared to death at night. What does your face mean?

Of course, Yang Fan did not continue to torture Changsun Chong, not to mention that there was no sense of achievement in torturing such a timid young master from aristocratic families.