Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

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Fang woke up in the prison camp.

The so-called prisoner-of-war camp is actually nothing more than a clearing surrounded by wooden fences.

When the sergeants patrolling around saw Fang Xing, they all responded with admiration.

Today Fang Xing’s timing of the attack was so good that he immediately encased the rebels, which was quite a celebrity.

Fang Xing nodded slightly, and then stood outside looking at the prisoners who were ordered to sit, and said: "Beijing still has to let the Jiaozhi people do it before it has the smell of warning. getting bigger."

The fence was pulled apart, and more than a dozen interpreters walked in and shouted loudly.

Fang Zheng led a guard guarding outside, while Xin Laoqi led cavalry on the outskirts. If anyone dared to run, according to Fang Xing's instructions, he threw it directly into Jingguan.

"Ask the prince if he is going?"

Fang Xing wanted to take a look.

After waiting for a while, Zhu Gaoxu came with a team of cavalry.

"I didn't engage in Jingguan in the war before, Fang Xing, you still have an idea."

Zhu Gaoxu looked a little excited, asking about Jingguan like an older child.

Fang Xing handed over the answer to the question to Xin Laoqi, who was the one who presided over the project when he was in Taizhou.

"Master, there are not enough bullock carts."

Fang Zheng complained bitterly.

Solving this kind of problem is obviously Zhu Gaoxu's strong point. He pointed to the prisoners who came out and said: "What ox cart? There are more than 10,000 animals here. You can ask them to carry it or carry it on their back, and let this king pass it."

When the order was given, the prisoners did not respond at all, but numbly divided into two or three groups, and then lifted the corpse in this way and moved forward under the supervision of the Ming army.

Seeing Zhu Gaoxu hit the horse and rushed out first, Fang Xing confessed to Wu Wu in a low voice. He watched Fang Wu return to the city with a sharp look on his face.

After three miles out of the city, Fang Xing called to a halt, and he made people cut down the woods on the left side of the avenue.

"Uncle, how far do you cut?"

"Cut down that trail."

So the captives started logging again, panting.

Zhu Gaoxu touched his beard, and said with satisfaction: "Yes, so that it can be seen by those who are cochin, and it is also a shock."

Fang Xing gave him a surprised look, and felt that the style of the painting seemed normal.

But Zhu Gaoxu, who has a normal style of painting, is not likable!

"But this king thinks Jingguan is still the best on the side of the road, Fang Xing, what do you think?"

Well, this sentence immediately exposed the true nature of the prince.

Faced with Zhu Gaoxu who was regaining his true colors, Fang Xing explained: "Although there is a soil seal, it will be limed, but if the Jingguan is cast on the roadside, it will cause disease if you are not careful."

"Uh……"

Zhu Gaoxu is no stranger to the epidemic.

After a major disaster, there is a major epidemic, and wars are also an important factor in attracting epidemics.

Seeing that the corners of Fang Xing's mouth were slightly cocked, Zhu Gaoxu whispered: "If Daming leaves Jiaozhi, how about getting some diseases?"

"not so good!"

Fang Xing saw that the captives were cutting trees in slow motion and waved his arm, and then said to Zhu Gaoxu: "Unless I am able to seal off the border between Guangxi and Yunnan, this trick will return sooner or later. Daming. Also, Lord, are you not afraid of being scolded by those literati?"

"I'm afraid of a fart!"

Seeing the knife in the past directing people to beat the prisoners who were not willing to work hard, Zhu Gaoxu nodded with some appreciation, and then stared: "Do those corrupt scholars dare to scold the king?"

"They dare not face it, but don't forget that literati have a habit, or that some famous literati have a habit."

"What habit?" Zhu Gaoxu said nonchalantly.

"They like to keep collections of essays." Fang Xing said in a tangled way: "Maybe I dare not scold you in person, but it is written in the corpus behind my back, and it will be passed on to later generations, prince, your reputation will be stinking on the street."

This is not a lie. When you are a scumbag in the minds of most literati, then you will be recorded in various anthologies 100% of which will be left behind for thousands of years.

Zhu Gaoxu said in surprise: "What about you? This king thinks you can't get better, right!"

"I'm not afraid!"

Fang Xing said lightly: "The conclusion is written by the victor, but the final victor will never be them!"

Zhu Gaoxu was dumbfounded, indicating that he did not understand.

"Puff puff……"

The corpses were piled up, and the prisoners were indifferent from the beginning, and then a little afraid of not approaching the taller corpse pile, and finally were forced to continue to work under the knife and gun.

"******"

When this Great Jingguan took shape, the prisoners all knelt on the ground, crying in tears.

"Fang Xing, are they sad or scared?"

Zhu Gaoxu had never seen Jingguan, so he felt a little strange.

"Fear and fear!"

Fang Xing got off his horse and asked Zhu Gaoxu: "Is this stele written by you or by me?"

"You write."

Zhu Gaoxu felt that Jingguan was nothing but this, and he had no interest at all.

Fang Xing waved it, and this Jingguan was completed.

At this time, the sky was already overcast, and the brigade began to return to the city.

I don't know how long it took, a gust of wind blew dust from the Jingguan, and an uncovered head was blown out of its original appearance. Those pale eyes looked straight at the Jingguan stone.

...

The moonlight tonight is a bit dim and visibility is not high.

Several men were walking hurriedly toward this side, and one of them suddenly said in front: "The road is blocked."

The men behind followed up, and with a little moonlight, they saw a huge mound.

"Who did it? This road is our trail!"

"Could it be that Mingren found our traces?"

"Impossible, we are proficient in Da Ming dialect, how can we be caught!"

"I'll take a look..."

A man walked over, only to trip over a stone and almost came to a dog to chew on shit. He cursed and turned around and looked at it. It turned out to be a stone monument.

"Light a torch."

The torch was lit, and a man handed the torch to the stone tablet while touching the round object that emerged from the mound.

The man squatting on the ground looked at the stele carefully with the light of the torch, and muttered: "Although Jiaozhi is barren...but Daming must have thunderous anger..."

"...Should kill no officials, Le Shi here, thinking that the latecomers are admonishing!"

"what……"

When the man saw this, his whole body was standing upright, and a scream came from behind him, making him sit on the ground with fright.

"what is it call?"

"what……"

The man behind him made a sharper cry~www.NovelMTL.com~ and then he ran away into the dark without looking back.

"Is he crazy?"

The man picked up the torch on the ground, frowned and leaned towards the mound.

The first thing that catches the eye is a dark face, the same skin color as those cochin farmers.

Looking up, a pair of pale and cold eyes were staring at him blankly...

The man was breathing heavily, he clutched his chest, his eyes slowly turned...

The men also walked over, following the torch in surprise and looked over.

Because the mound is too big, you can see a lot of things sticking out.

Several people stumbled and looked over, one of them touched it, and then exclaimed, "It's an arm!"