The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

But after all, he is just a farmer who has spent most of his life working in the fields. He has never learned any martial arts, and he is not born with any supernatural powers. Even worse than ordinary farmers.

Within five breaths, the team leader twisted his wrist, snatched the knife from his hand, and with a kick of his foot, Hu San fell to the ground.

There was a "pop" sound!

The squad leader had a ferocious look on his face, and he had already stepped on Hu San's head, pressing Hu San's face, which was distorted by the severe pain caused by the broken wrist, firmly to the ground.

Hu San's nose was crooked and blood spurted out of his nasal cavity. He cried desperately and shrilly:

"God, what did I do wrong..."

"You're a cunning person! How dare you do the following! You're seeking death!" The squad leader stepped on Hu San's head with his military boots and pressed down on him.

Then the wailing face began to rub against the rough ground. The scorched face gradually became broken, blood flowed out from each wound, and Hu San's screams became more and more shrill.

"How dare you take my knife, and dare to chop me! Who the hell gave you the courage! You bastard! I told you to know how powerful you are!" The captain became angrier as he spoke, and he raised his foot and wanted to stamp it down hard. .

But as soon as he lifted it up, a sudden shout rang out:

"Stop it!!!"

The squad leader still stepped on Hu San's head, but at this moment he slowly raised his head.

A pair of black cloth boots with white soles gradually appeared in front of his eyes. Looking up, a tall man wearing a wide-sleeved robe and a pale beard fell into his eyes.

"Why, this person is your relative?!" the team leader looked him up and down and shouted sternly.

"No." The man looked at Hu San, who was lying on the ground groaning, with a sad look on his face.

"Then why are you talking so much?! Get back here!" The squad leader yelled and kicked Hu San again.

"Master, stop it! Don't fight anymore!"

"He's just...just a poor man!" The man took two steps forward and shouted again.

"Fuck you, didn't you see him attack me? In addition to disobeying His Majesty's order, this farm slave also dared to attack and kill me. He deserves to be punished!"

"Are you talking for him? I don't think you're a good guy!" The captain looked coldly and raised his knife to point at the man in the sleeves.

The man in sleeves robe shook his head and sighed:

"My lord, the rebels will attack Nanze soon. You want to recruit troops. Those of us with some martial arts skills are already here."

"But not just anyone can go to the battlefield. You have to act with reason, right?"

"The farm slave you call is trampled under your feet, but don't you know that he is my most responsible citizen!"

"On the battlefield, he is still asking me if I can plant seedlings at home. You just treat it as a trivial matter. Don't you know what it means?"

The squad leader became more and more angry and yelled, "What are you talking about?"

"Go back here! Don't talk nonsense here!"

But the man in the sleeve robe walked straight forward and continued with a sad look on his face:

"It is because of these people that our country, Daqian, has gradually become a great nation. Now that Daqian is in danger, as the people of Daqian, we should devote ourselves to it. But the imperial court treats us so roughly, how can we be willing to do so? "

"Now that most of Daqian's territory is lost to the rebels, are they going to lose us too?"

"Let him go back, don't let us down again!"

The man in sleeves had already walked to the squad leader, but the squad leader laughed angrily:

"What a sharp-tongued poor scholar! He is actually very clever with his tongue!"

He raised his feet and walked past Hu San. When he came to the man in the sleeve robe, he suddenly reached out his hand and grabbed his collar, and cursed angrily:

"Stop fucking doing this to me!"

"Since you know that we are going to fight the rebels, you should honestly join the army and defend Nanze with us!"

"If it's the same as him!" The squad leader pointed the knife at the groaning Hu San, and then said angrily:

"Then I tell you, you should be punished for treason!"

"Go back!" As soon as he finished speaking, the squad leader pushed the man in sleeves and robes fiercely, then turned around and grabbed Hu San's hair, and forcefully pulled him up from the ground.

Hu Sanzai's face was already twisted in pain, and now he was just holding his hair and crying.

"Okay, now you don't have to join the army, and you don't have to go back to farming, ha! You brought this on yourself!" The squad leader said coldly, glaring at Hu San with a ferocious look on his face.

The man in the sleeved robe stood silently aside, looking up at the dim skylight. When he came down, he saw the soldier with a ferocious face and the farmer with a miserable look on his face crying.

Listening to the miserable cries, he finally shook his head and said sadly to himself:

"Such a sound of national destruction."

"Daqian is just a sign of the country's destruction, that's all. It really should be over."

"Death does not lie in heaven, but in man, alas!" He rolled up his wide sleeves with a sad look on his face.

"Huh? What were you talking about just now?" The team leader wanted to escort Hu San away, but after hearing these words, he couldn't help but raise his brows and turned to glare at the man in the sleeves.

The man in the sleeve robe tied his sleeves tightly and sighed:

"That's what you heard."

The squad leader let go of his hand, and Hu San fell to the ground with a "bang", and he was already walking towards the man in the sleeve robe with a knife in his face:

"Ha! How dare you say such rebellious words!"

"And you said it in front of me, I think you look like a Crimson Tide gangster!" the squad leader shouted.

Facing the squad leader who was approaching with a knife, the man in sleeves also walked towards him, but still shook his head and said:

"I'm not."

The squad leader narrowed his eyes slightly, held the knife in both hands, and then sneered:

"No? I think you look very much like me!"

"In the morning, hundreds of broken soldiers and some refugees from outside entered the city. At noon, troubles began one after another."

"Hmph, I'm afraid there are spies among the people who came in here. You guys, you look like spies to me!"

The man in the sleeve robe still shook his head, but looked at Hu San lying on the ground with pitiful eyes:

"This good person was forced into such a situation."

"Now, do you want to label me as a spy?"

The squad leader saw that the man in sleeves was tall and not inferior to him at all, and for some reason, he didn't talk like a vulgar peasant at all, which made him feel uneasy for no reason.

He looked around slightly and saw that many soldiers had gathered where there had been a commotion before, but the commotion had not stopped and was getting worse.

Moreover, the people on his side seemed to be ready to take action at the moment.

You have to cut through the mess quickly, subdue this person immediately, and then stabilize the others! The squad leader thought so in his mind and immediately shouted:

"Hey! Whether he is a spy or not, we will know at the first trial!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, his pupils shrank and his face showed surprise.

But when he saw the man in sleeves and robe suddenly rushing towards him, there was no trace of compassion on his sharp-edged face, instead he looked like a King Kong with angry eyes!

"It's really a spy!" the squad leader shouted, and he slashed with his knife!

next moment.

With a "pop" sound, the swung knife did not fall. His wrist was firmly clamped. The man in the sleeved robe was face to face with him and said angrily:

"If you say no, it's not!"

"but now."

"I rebelled!!!"