Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"Chinese New Year!"

In the early morning, the quiet Fangjiazhuang was awakened by a shout.

Wearing a big red cotton-padded jacket, the beaming girl looked up at the blue sky, then turned around and shouted at the mansion: "Come out! Let's find the hare!"

A panting sound came from inside immediately.

Two big dogs rushed with their tongues out. They ran out of the gate, leaped up, and licked their tongues on the face of the girl.

"Go away!"

Worry-free reached out and pushed away the heads of two over-enthusiastic dogs, and said, "Come on, let's find the hares."

The two big dogs landed angrily, and then ran in front of Wuyou, turning around to look at the little master from time to time.

Worry-free turned around and looked at the big house, pouting, "Father is sleeping late again, it's really shameful!"

Turning around again, she was already smiling and shouted: "Run!"

One person and two dogs started trotting in the field, laughing constantly.

The knife came out from inside and followed slowly.

Fang Xing was about to get up at this moment. He yawned lazily, and walked in the yard after washing.

Zhang Shuhui, Xiao Bai, and Mo Chou, who had returned from business, were preparing for a sacrifice tomorrow morning. Potatoes and Ping An were amusing a little cute Huanhuan.

This is the life every man dreams of, and Fang Xing is no exception.

I feel comfortable, and my thoughts flow smoothly.

There was news from the north the day before yesterday that the Black Thorn had passed through Yili Bar smoothly and had not encountered an enemy army.

The news came when Zhu Zhanji went to the Martyrs' Shrine to worship. The generals accompanied by the military at that time were very excited and felt that this was a good sign.

The heroic spirits will not disperse, protect the homeland!

So when the Wuxuns returned home, they began to rack their brains to write memorials, but most of them were the credit of the staff.

These memorials all praised Zhu Zhanji's brilliance and martial arts, and then when the conversation changed, a few people asked Ying to respond to the black thorns.

Zhu Zhanji did not agree or object at that time, and he probably had to make a decision after the new year.

Fang Xing didn't enter the memorial, he was just watching the martial arts show their loyalty to the emperor.

The successful clean-up of the north and south has caused the gentry to be disappointed and even resentful towards Zhu Zhanji and Daming, but Zhu Zhanji's prestige has increased a lot.

The emperor with a good temper must have no prestige.

The indecisive emperor is a toy for his courtiers.

So when Zhu Zhanji gradually revealed the embryonic form of Mingjun and even the hero, the Wuxuns were the first to be loyal.

Fang Xing read a lot of comments about the emperor in history, and many people boasted that a certain emperor had a weak crown as the hero, and he could only repay him for this.

Zhu Zhanji has been cultivated by Zhu Di for many years and can only move forward slowly. Which emperor is so awkward that he will be the hero when he gets started, and he is not afraid of hemorrhoids and spurting blood in the pit.

Thinking of this, Fang Xing couldn't help rubbing his stomach. Recently, he ate hot pot every day, and he couldn't live without pepper every meal, and he was worried about whether he would become a person with hemorrhoids.

"Master, the young lady is playing in the village, and the knife is following."

A servant woman came to report worry-free whereabouts, and Fang Xing couldn't help thinking of her anger when she asked to go hunting in the mountains in the morning and was refused.

"elder sister!"

Huanhuan liked Worry-free the most. He felt that the two brothers were too rigid and serious, not fun.

Fang Xing turned around and asked, "Are you going to play with your sister?"

Huanhuan sat on the small stool, stood up after hearing the words, and said happily: "Go."

Tudou and Ping'an immediately began to grimace, but Fang Xing saw if he hadn't seen him, and ordered: "Take your brother with you, and take good care of him and Wuyou."

"Master, my uncle is here."

Zhang Fu's arrival was a bit abrupt, and Fang Xing hurriedly went to the front yard.

When I saw Zhang Fu, he was actually wearing a military uniform with a long sword on his waist, looking like he was about to go on an expedition.

Fang Xing asked in amazement, "Big brother, where are you going?"

Zhang Fu asked, "Dehua, who is going to rescue those prisoners of war? Samarkand is full of tiger wolves. Do you think they might succeed?"

Fang Xing didn't guess the purpose of his question, and said vaguely: "They are very elite."

Zhang Fu asked, "How elite are they? Can they still be wild in Halle?"

Fang Xing frowned and asked, "Brother, what are you?"

Zhang Fu said comfortably: "Your Majesty’s newly arrived decree made me lead an army to inspect the side wall after the new year, but the side wall did not warn, nor has there been such an eager inspection. Fight hard."

The action to rescue prisoners of war will strengthen Zhu Zhanji's prestige in the army, and it can also invigorate the army. This kind of action that kills two birds with one stone is certainly worth doing.

But I don't want to go into a fight, or even do it quietly, it's just that I don't want to make the civil officials feel that the emperor is leaning toward the martial artist at this moment.

As an emperor, Zhu Zhanji must balance the relationship between civil and military. Any deviation will lead to unpredictable consequences.

This is to be very clear!

Fang Xing shook his head and said, "There are about a thousand people in that army, and everyone can be ten, eldest brother, unless the Harem sent an army to chase and kill, there is no need to respond."

Zhang Fu said disappointedly: "There is still such a powerful guard station?"

Fang Xing said: "It was left by Emperor Wen."

Zhang Fu solemnly said: "Then I will no doubt worry about it anymore, but you have forgotten the Harlem's wandering ride. Our people often go to and try to detect the sentry there, and sometimes fight with Harlem's large group of wandering riders. , If they meet the Harleh Ranger, there will be chasing soldiers behind and blocking in front."

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Samarkand had been left behind for more than ten miles, but more than three hundred chasing soldiers were chasing him one mile behind him.

These chasing horses are very good, but the excellent horses naturally have to be matched with the colored warriors.

The rescued prisoners were still in a state of ecstasy, but years of imprisonment made the equestrian skills of these former rangers or scouts degraded.

The black thorns didn't drive their horses with all their strength, but were trying to speed the prisoners' horses.

Wang Yan turned around and glanced at the chasing soldier, and said, "Zhao Xing!"

As the highest official position among the prisoners of war, Zhao Xing was temporarily entrusted with the important task to lead those prisoners of war.

"grown ups!"

Zhao Xing also saw the chasing soldiers in leather armor, and his heart trembled, thinking that Wang Yan was going to arrange them to intercept the chasing soldiers.

"Take them and leave, we will come later!"

When Wang Yan finished speaking, he drew out his long sword and shouted, "Get ready for grenade!"

The entire operation from infiltration to peripheral coordination was almost seamless.

The people who cooperated on the periphery pretended to be vendors selling horses, bringing not only war horses, but also equipment.

Huozhezi was turned on and burned, and more than a hundred people suddenly turned around. The chasing soldiers had no time to react, and they didn't want to react.

So the chasing soldiers began to roar excitedly, because the distance between the two sides is too close ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ The price of using bows and arrows is too late to draw their swords, so these Harlems all drew their long swords and yelled.

"Grenade!"

The two sides galloped relative to each other, and the distance was quickly drawn closer. The black spots flew past the Ming army, and then the Ming army crouched on the horseback, barely showing any part of the body.

"what is that?"

The Harits were still preparing for a later fight. After seeing the black spots, someone asked ignorantly.

And there was a veteran who had fought against the Ming army in the past. When he saw this, his soul flew out and shouted: "It's the firearm of the Ming army!"

He wanted to ride the horse to turn around, but it would only be hit by the horse behind and then trampled into flesh. So he dropped his long sword and leaned on his horse, only to escape.

"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

The grenade exploded on the ground, and the chasing troops suddenly turned on their backs.

Wang Yan drew his long knife and was the first to kill in.

Zhao Xing fleeed with the prisoners in front desperately. He knew that the faster he ran here, the safer the black thorns behind him.

When he ran more than five miles away, Zhao Xing couldn't help but glance back.

At this glance, he only saw the figures of people, and then his heart was cold.

"Run!"

The prisoners turned their heads one after another, and some even shouted: "My lord, let's fight them back!"

Zhao Xing muran said: "Run!"

They turned their heads and tried desperately at the moment, it was only to give food to the chasing soldiers, but to ruin all the hard work and sacrifices of the black thorn.

They galloped, but the chasing soldiers got closer and closer.

Zhao Xing didn't want to look back, he was afraid that he would despair after seeing the distance between the two sides.

"grown ups!"

At this moment, a prisoner suddenly turned around and took a look, and then shouted in surprise.

Zhao Xing felt that his neck was a little stiff, and he turned his head back and looked behind him hard.

Then joy comes!