Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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"What, what, where, let me see."

Yang Biao became excited.

Excitedly raised the binoculars.

Sure enough, he saw it.

Two exhausted people on the ground.

Like a mouse being played by a cat.

"One, two... three... five... eleven..."

Near here, there are eleven Tatars on patrol.

They didn't seem to have the slightest interest in rushing up to clean up the people under the two trees.

Just riding a horse, walking back and forth aimlessly.

It was dawn.

Whether it is a person who fell asleep last night or a person who watches at night, this is the time when the body is the most tired.

Yang Biao took a deep breath and said to Shen Ao, "Young Master Shen, are you ready?"

"Ready!"

Yang Biao nodded and nodded: "Remember, if you save people, or you and I die here, we can save people together, it's fate, after we go back, I'll treat you to a drink."

Shen Ao thought for a while and nodded.

Yang Biao began to slowly close the valve of the kerosene tank.

Immediately afterwards, the balloon began to descend slowly.

After reaching a similar height, only ten meters or so, Yang Biao hastily raised the valve again, and the balloon began to fly up again. Slowly, under the rotation of the wind wheel, the balloon headed towards the big tree. The balloon will float through the mid-air there.

It was too late to say, but soon, Yang Biao threw an iron anchor from the rattan basket without hesitation.

The anchor is tied with a cable, which is tens of feet long. With a bang, the anchor falls to the ground. Under the fluttering of the balloon, the anchor is dragged on the ground. There is a sharp barb on the anchor, which is caught After dragging, it was unavoidable that the barb began to dig the soil, digging deeper and deeper, suddenly, the whole balloon shook, and it turned out that the iron anchor seemed to be hooked on a certain rock in the ground, and it was stuck... under the rock.

Yang Biao started to turn the winch connected to the iron anchor, and then the balloon began to descend slowly.

Fifty zhang... forty zhang... thirty zhang... twenty zhang... five zhang... three zhang... one zhang.

Just when the balloon dropped to one foot...

Yang Biao took out another axe, showed a fierce look, and said in a low voice, "It's time, damn it, help me up."

As soon as he turned over, he jumped out of the rattan basket.

Shen Ao's excited heart wanted to jump into his throat, and he didn't dare to hesitate, he jumped straight out of the rattan basket.

There is still some distance between here and under the tree.

The two of them landed on the ground and ran like lifeless, leaving the floating balloon behind.

A Tatar was a little confused.

He seemed to... saw a ball come down from the sky.

What a big ball.

The huge ball descended slowly, and then stopped.

The Tatar couldn't help but rubbed his eyes. He felt that he might be too sleepy. Was he dreaming?

When he opened his eyes, he saw two people came out from under the balloon, and then they ran towards the tree desperately.

The Tartar felt himself suffocating.

The man who fell from the sky...

Is it God?

Yeah, it's God...

Early in the morning, especially when the sky is still gray, a person who has lived in the desert for a long time and has no culture suddenly sees such a scene. Apart from feeling that he is scared to pee, he has an inexplicable panic.

The two people had already arrived under the tree, and then, each started to support the person, and then started running towards the balloon.

The Tatar realized something.

How does it feel... It seems that Han people came to save people.

His pupils contracted, and he suddenly realized a terrible thing.

This is really saving people, did the gods come down to save people?

"Come on, come on..."

He started shouting.

No matter how many people there are, they cannot save people.

He began to draw his knife, reining in his horse and galloping in the direction of the balloon.

Shen Ao was out of breath, carrying Zhou La on his back, Zhou La felt dizzy.

He thought he was dead.

The most important thing is that he was very hungry, very hungry, he opened his eyes in a daze, and saw someone carrying him behind his back, it was... a Han...he suddenly, ecstatically, there...someone came to save him, This... this is not a dream.

Without hesitation, Zhou La pinched the flesh on the back of Shen Ao's neck.

Shen Ao groaned in pain.

Hey, I still know the pain, it seems... It's not a dream.

Zhou La was ecstatic.

At this time, more and more Tatars noticed the strangeness here, and they came galloping from all directions. ,

The Tatars were dumbfounded.

All right, how could this fall from the sky.

what is this?

Who is this person?

They are full of questions.

The gray sky and the fatigue at dawn prevented them from reacting in time, and the strange ball from the sky also made them dazed for a long time.

When they reacted, even though they were galloping towards the balloon desperately, they were still a step too late. The four of them had already

Through the rope ladder pulled down from the rattan basket, it turned into the rattan basket.

The four of them gasped desperately.

But at this time, a Tatar had arrived on galloping horse.

Yang Biao roared: "Quick, cut the cable."

Without any hesitation, Shen Ao drew his sword and severed the cable connected to the anchor.

Losing the shackles of the cables, the balloon began to soar into the sky again, rising slowly.

Zhou La thought that he was going to escape from birth, and his heart was ecstatic to the extreme, but when he saw that he was flying into the sky... hurriedly got up: "Hey, what's wrong, why are you flying, eh, I'm scared ..."

Shen Ao ignored him, but shouted loudly: "Don't stand up, hide in the rattan basket."

But at this time, the Tatar under the balloon actually started to bend his bow and take an arrow, but saw a feathered arrow passing by the rattan basket, Zhou La was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he quickly retracted to take it.

The arrow hit the balloon.

It was inserted into the balloon of the whale skin raw.

Yang Biao looked up and was happy: "It's okay, it's okay, this ball is driven by air, there is one more air hole, it's not a big hindrance, let's go, hurry up."

Zhou La was still in shock, but saw that the people under his feet kept getting smaller, and finally turned into black spots one by one, far away from the Tatars, so he breathed a long sigh of relief, and suddenly remembered something: "You are... "

These people are amazing, like immortals.

But it's not right, he just pinched this person's flesh, and he even screamed, is the god also afraid of pain?

Zhou La's IQ is still good, and he has begun to have the ability to reason logically.

Shen Ao said sternly: "I am Shen Ao. I am here to rescue the young master under the order of my master. My master's surname is Fang, and I respect the successor. Now is not the time to talk. Let's talk about it after we go back."

Zhou La was taken aback: "Fang...Fang Jifan? Which Fang Jifan?"

Shen Ao looked at Zhou La like seeing a monster, you don't even know your mentor?

Zhou La was surprised and said: "Which Fang Jifan is idle all day long, has nothing to do when he is full, and does not care about personnel?"

The Zhou family didn't have a good impression of Fang Jifan. In their hearts, Fang Jifan was in the same group as the Zhang family.

Yang Biao was furious when he heard this.

He was still holding a small ax in his hand, and angrily raised the ax in front of Zhou La and said sternly: "My family benefactor is unparalleled in benevolence and righteousness. He is a first-class virtuous person with a heart for the suffering of the people. What do you say, what are you talking about?" It’s called idleness, what does it mean to be incapable of doing business, try to say something again, don’t care what kind of marquis you are, my nickname is Biaozi, believe it or not, this will chop you up and throw you down.”

Zhou La was so frightened that his face turned green, he just said it casually, and hurriedly said: "Don't mind, Uncle Xinjian... He, he is a good person, I know... Otherwise, how could he rescue me? This... ...This... He is also my savior, without him, I would die a thousand times and die ten thousand times. I am too late to be grateful..." Afraid that Yang Biao would not believe it, Zhou La said eloquently: "Fang Jifan from now on From now on, I will be my reborn parents, I am a conscientious person, really... I won’t lie to you. "

Only then did Yang Biao's expression ease.

Knowing that the ax in his hand frightened Yang Biao, the ax seemed to be useless now, so he threw it out of the rattan basket, feeling urgent to urinate, so he urinated in the wind and got out of the rattan basket, and took it out of the cloth bag. Jerky: "Okay, are you hungry, here is jerky, this is beef."

Zhou La was already hungry, grabbed the jerky, and began to feast on it, um... the taste was good, except for a fishy smell. Of course, people are extremely hungry, so they are naturally willing to ignore certain details.

Yang Biao started to hold the compass, and began to discern the direction again.

……………………

underground.

Countless Tatars gathered under the tree on horseback.

Everyone looked bewildered.

Originally, this was a game of cat and mouse for the Tatars.

But who would have thought that...it seemed that he was being played by someone instead.

Dozens of Tatars in charge of night watch knelt side by side at this moment, begging for mercy constantly.

And standing in front of them was E Zhe, the eldest son of the little prince.

E Zhe looked angry, like a raging lion.

It was so good, why did it disappear?

Such a vast net can easily make people run away.

As the eldest son of his father Khan, he has always hoped to show his ability in front of his father Khan.

Therefore, after a shepherd found a suspicious person, Ezhe, who was patrolling nearby, immediately brought people here and rushed here. When he learned the identity of the other party, he was ecstatic, thinking that perhaps, this was a person. Chance.

But who knew... the trump card in his hand was gone just like that.

Er Zhe was angry like a lion. He kicked a night watchman's ribs and said angrily: "A flying ball will fall from the sky, and two people will fall from the flying ball. Two people will take our prey, and the flying ball will fly again, hahahaha..."

He laughed wildly, feeling that these people were insulting his IQ, himself... But the descendants of the self-proclaimed Golden Family are the descendants of Genghis Khan, the flesh and blood of his father Khan, and the wise men on the grassland, but these damned Guy, he came here to deceive himself with such a ridiculous reason. He listened to the snot-and-tear explanations of these people, but he seemed to see the irony behind the cry, the naked irony.

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