Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

In the north, the northern vegetation in late autumn is gradually turning yellow.

The cold wind blew, more than a hundred war horses roared, and the yellow pasture was splashed everywhere by the horses' hooves.

There are more than ten people in a party, but there are ten times as many war horses.

"The front is Suzhou Guard!"

Feng Ji took Jin Yiwei's people to the head. In the chase along the way, although they took advantage of Maduo to keep away from the pursuit, his subordinates lost five people in order to protect the two people in Dongchang.

The group of people covered their faces with cloth, and they were refreshed when they heard the words.

No wonder since the day before yesterday, the chasing soldiers have stopped appearing, it turns out that they have almost reached the place of Daming!

Zhao Chun touched the burden on his back with his backhand, and muttered: "Brother Wang Shi, we are going to Daming's place soon."

"There are cavalry!"

The Jin Yiwei in front suddenly stood up on horseback, then slid to sit down, turned around and shouted, "My lord, it's our scout!"

A group of cavalry appeared on the opposite side, with a number of about 300, which is proof of the current strength of Ming.

No need to hide, just start the movie when you encounter the enemy!

When the scouts saw this group of people, they were taken aback for a moment, and then they separated, outflanking them from the left and right.

This is a gesture of siege.

Feng Ji rushed to the front and shouted: "Feng Ji is here!"

The cavalry over there turned a deaf ear and continued to outflank.

Zhao Chun shouted: "Don't draw your sword, stay on the horse!"

They slowly restrained the horse, and then Feng Ji slowly walked towards the deputy Qianhu in the front.

"Feng Ji, a hundred households of Jinyiwei under the official."

Deputy Qianhu verified his identity and said solemnly: "My official Yu Lian, Jin Yiwei's brother has worked hard."

Jin Yiwei's people often pretend to be merchant horse thieves, and then go to the grassland to find out the news, so the soldiers at the side wall have no disgust towards Jin Yiwei.

Feng Ji stepped his horse to the side and said solemnly: "It's not hard to subordinate officials. This time it is the return of the brothers from Dongchang. They..."

"East Factory?"

A look of disgust appeared on Yu Lian's face.

At present, Dongchang focuses more on the civilian officials, but it is really not difficult to destroy a deputy thousand households.

The two people from the East Factory came slowly. Zhao Chun looked at these Ming troops and said with mixed feelings: "Escape from the dead is like a world away."

Yu Lian was waiting for them to declare their identity. He hated Dongchang, but he could only use this method to vent his anger.

"Dongji Shichang... stall... Zhao Chun."

Zhao Chun took out the sign and handed it over, choked up and said, "I'm back to Daming... Brothers, we're home, I'll take you home..."

Yu Lian looked at Feng Ji in amazement, and Feng Ji nodded solemnly.

Starting from Daming, until now, the people in Dongchang have always been under pressure during this period. Once they returned, the feeling was not relieved.

It's mixed feelings!

Zhao Chun dismounted, untied the burden, and opened it.

"Ashes..."

Yu Lian was a little surprised, Feng Ji whispered: "They have been inquiring about news in Samarkand, and three brothers have died. They are...very...brave."

Zhao Chun suddenly raised his head and shouted, "Brother Wang Shi, Brother Miao Xi, Brother Chen Hui, we are home now, our souls are coming back!"

"The soul is back..."

He closed the tears and shouted vaguely. He carried Chen Hui's ashes on his back. Miao was pleased...

Feng Ji bowed his head, and five of his subordinates also died in battle, all of them were broken...

"Brothers, soul...return."

The remains of Jin Yiwei's death were flooded by the chasers and could not be retrieved. So seeing this scene before him, Feng Ji couldn't help his eyes become sour.

The sound of the long knife being unsheathed was right beside him. Feng Ji looked up and saw Yu Lian pulling out the long knife, nodding slightly at the two packs of ashes, and shouting: "Da Ming wins!"

The cavalry surrounding them drew their swords one after another, shouting solemnly: "Da Ming wins!"

...

In Suzhou City, the guard who had received the news stood outside the city gate, looking into the distance with complicated eyes.

"My lord, here comes."

The distance was dusty, and a brigade of cavalry swarmed in.

The guard's look gradually became serious.

The side wall is dangerous, the bitter cold is only one layer, and the most feared is being attacked.

The enemy on the grassland likes to attack the most. Once the news is cut off, the defending army will become blind, caught off guard, and God knows what will happen.

So the treatment of scouts is the best in the army. They can eat the best food and choose the best horses and weapons.

And the spies who go deep behind enemy lines to inquire about the news are even more good guys who can make the frontier fortresses awe!

Such people deserve respect!

"It's from the East Factory. They went to Harlem to find out the news!"

One sentence made everyone stand up straight.

The news passed in all the way, and the people walked out of the house silently, standing on both sides of the street.

"Array..."

Water sacs, packages full of food, and horse feed bags are all in the hands of the sergeants, waiting to be replenished for Jinyiwei and Dongchang people.

Outside the city gate, two rows of arrays were in place, watching the brigade cavalry galloping in.

Yu Lian led his subordinates around from the left and right, and the more than ten Dongchang and Jinyiwei squads were revealed in the eyes of these frontier soldiers.

East factory!

Rumor has it that the Middle East factories do everything, and they are all bad species with pus on the soles of their feet.

But the Frontier Serbs would not judge others' good or bad according to rumors. In a difficult environment, they are more willing to watch one's actions.

Feng Ji rushed into the long array channel. He will lead his subordinates and **** the two people from Dongchang all the way back to the capital.

The two opponents actually cooperated, and they are behind the enemy, which makes people feel embarrassed, feeling the impermanence of the world.

Zhao Chun followed closely, he reined his horse, and then the sergeants on both sides put drinking water and food fodder on the horse's back, checked the firmness, and took the opportunity to feed the horse fodder mixed with beans.

The horse ate happily, shaking his head and hissing from time to time.

They had lost more than 30 horses along the way, all of them were exhausted or left behind.

Zhao Chun dismounted, taking advantage of this opportunity, someone brought hot noodles, and everyone had it.

Zhao Chun devoured and ate. This was their first meal of noodles after they escaped from Samarkand, and Guan Qisheng almost couldn't help crying.

The guard asked Yu Lian in a low voice, nodding frequently.

"They are all good men who serve the country!"

The guard walked to Zhao Chun who was squatting on the ground and eating noodles and said: "You have worked hard. This officer can send the most elite scouts to the capital to deliver news. You can rest here."

Zhao Chun in front of him looked like a beggar, and his face was covered with cloth and was not worth it.

There are cracks in those hands, most of them are turned on both sides, red and black...

It's not like human hands!

Zhao Chun raised his head, shook his head, pointed his head with his right finger holding the chopsticks, and said: "Many things are here, the lower officials can only go back, otherwise they will betray those brothers..."

After eating the noodles, Zhao Chun got up and said, "Thank you, sir, I'm leaving."

The defender took a few steps back and said, "Good luck!"

Zhao Chun nodded, mounted his horse, and said, "Definitely!"

The defender finally said: "Don't be sad, Daming's army boots will definitely break through Samarkand, we... are invincible!"

Zhao Chun blinked and said, "The lower officials went to Samarkand for this reason. If Daming is invincible, then... it's worth it!"

With the sound of horseshoes, the cavalry squad rushed into the city.

The burden on Zhao Chunhe Guan Qisheng's back has been replaced with a wooden box.

They rushed into the city all the way, the people on both sides watched silently, their eyes followed them.

They passed the Bell and Drum Tower all the way and rushed into Long Alley Street.

"Good guy!"

The fear of Dongchang disappeared, and some people couldn't help but give a compliment.

"Good guy!"

This is the respect from the frontier fortress soldiers and civilians!

"Da Ming Wan Sheng!"

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At this time, the people of Ming Dynasty believed in this.

They are sure that Daming will be invincible!

The cheers gradually spread, and Zhao Chun thought of the hardships along the way, suddenly a wave of heroism came to his heart.

Our sacrifices are exchanged for these cheers, is it worth it?

He gradually raised his head, waving his fist while galloping and shouting: "Da Ming wins!"

These cheers gathered together, which was exactly what Fang Xing had been pursuing.

nation!

nationality!

Regardless of whether it is falling or rising, when these concepts are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, China will never succumb and dare to draw swords to meet the enemy.