Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"I'm lost……"

Fang Xing got off his horse, the sun pierced the mist and shone on his smiling face, looking extremely nervous.

The two Harlems also got off their horses, they were holding long knives, but Fang Xing was empty-handed...

No, there is a small thing in his hand.

"Kneel down! Kneel down!"

Fang Xing shook his head, raised his right hand slowly, and smiled: "I don't understand!"

"Bah!"

Puff!

One fell to the ground. The remaining Harie looked at the smoking thing in Fang Xing's hand. He was shocked, but didn't run away, so he rushed over with a shout.

"Bah!"

...

"The scouts of the Ming Army have begun to exert their strength."

Wu En was a little worried, "I lost more than 30 people in one morning. This is the Ming army's revenge. It seems that yesterday's action has worked."

Pugu was looking at the map, and the simple lines were scratched by his fingers. He heard that he said: "The dog jumps over the wall in a hurry, but we are not afraid. There will be a chance."

Wu En looked at the crude map and said casually: "If it is an attack, there should be news at this moment. It seems that the Demon God has not lost his calmness."

Pugu carefully took the map into his arms and yawned: "I have been waiting for the latest news last night. According to his uncompromising temperament, he should act immediately and look for us frantically... The army hasn't moved at all, which is strange."

"We should strengthen the outposts, and when will we send someone over?"

Pugu asked casually.

Wu En looked out of the tent, the noon sunshine gently swayed on the trampled path, and the tender grass on both sides swayed gently in the breeze, as if thirsting for rain and dew.

"Harleh is the fragile tender grass at this time. It is solid. Harleh will never regain its glory, and you and Daming have caught us in the middle. If you want to attack Daming, or Daming wants to attack you, Harleh bears the brunt, what do you want us to do?"

Wu En looked at Pugu, and said lightly: "You desperately want to provoke the Ming people and want them to attack. The best thing is to raise an army and the Ming emperor personally conquer, so that the meat fans should have ten years of peace, and you, will It is the hero of the meat fan. And I, will be Halle’s sinner. Gu Gu, tell me...Should we be friends or enemies."

Pugu followed to look outside the tent, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was dazzled by the light.

"We... After Halle's defeat, there is no possibility of threatening our country. You should be aware of this."

Pugu said seriously: "We are friends, because we have a common enemy. In the West, we have great enemies. We can't go east until we get rid of them."

He pondered for a moment and said sincerely: "I don't hide it from you, we need Harlem to resist for a long time... or to block the footsteps of Mingren for a long time, so no matter how we put it, we will not entrap you. This is detrimental to others. ."

He looked at Wu En's eyes and said frankly: "You are defeated, and we are also uncomfortable, that's how it is."

Wun’s eyes were a little confused, but after a while, he became fierce again: "I am a loser. I was banished to Yili to stare at Mingren. Although I hate my brother, Halle is me. Hometown. Pugu, if a meat fan sells Harlem, you can wait for countless hatred Harlems to surrender to the Ming people, and then sweep you!"

"I believe."

From the beginning when he flicked to Wun, Pugu continued to make up for the cracks left by his lie at the beginning, but the cracks increased with Wun's awakening.

"Yes, your joining the Ming Army is beyond our country’s endurance, so I’m not that stupid. Let’s join hands and teach the Ming people a lesson. As for the army conquest, I went to the Ming people’s capital this time and found out that they were good at civil and martial arts. The conflict is deep, and the emperor seems to have some problems, so they will not attack aggressively."

Wu En only felt that there was a blank in his mind. He looked outside in a dreadful manner, and said with no interest: "The place of Mingren is good. If it is not for the hostility of the two countries, I would like to go and see it. It would be good to be a businessman, at least without burden. many……"

"You have lost fighting spirit Woon!"

Pugu shook his head and said disappointedly: "Cheer up, if you are unwilling to continue to be responsible, then hand over your men to me, and I will lead them to upset the Mingren."

Woon raised his head and smiled: "This is exactly what you want, right?"

Pugu also smiled and said, "Yes! It's just that you never give me a chance."

The two smiled relatively, only to feel that the atmosphere was finally harmonious.

...

"These poor and crazy guys!"

In the afternoon, Fang Xing approached the side of the coalition camp, less than ten miles away.

The two horses had been placed more than three miles behind him. He had placed a lot of horse materials, hoping to keep them, otherwise he would have to get a motorcycle to go wild.

The setting sun on the grassland was magnificent, Fang Xing got out a tent, then set up an alcohol stove and set up the pot.

He killed three batches of scouts on the way ahead, but he couldn't get there anymore. Although he avoided a few groups of people by relying on the warehouse, he couldn't move forward, otherwise, under the encirclement of the army, the world's first fairy would appear.

A pot of gnocchi, red carrot slices, cabbage, and mutton rolls are boiled in a small pot.

There was too much chili noodles, and the pot looked red. Those gnocchi quivered gently in the thick soup, and the fragrance slowly emanated.

Fang Xing put some soy sauce and salt, stirred it, and then started the picnic.

The outside of the gnocchi is wrapped in a layer of soup, it is delicious, and then bite in, the noodles are mixed in, that feels...you can't help it in the next life.

After eating, taking advantage of the heat, Fang Xing got out a cross-country bike and went all the way to the coalition camp.

…….

Without wolves howling, wolves can't find food when they come out in this weather, and there are often scouts passing by. If the wolves dare to stay, they will become wolf skin jackets.

Fang Xing was wrapped in a cotton overcoat and jostling **** the grassland.

"Oops!"

As a result of riding at night, there was no way to see the road, and a small pit made Fang Xing fall out.

"NS!"

Fang Xing's whole body was wrapped, although he was not bruised, but there were many pains on his body.

Fang Xing turned over and lay on the grass panting.

Above the sky, the stars are indeterminate and gray.

Three miles behind was the coalition camp. Fang Xing was not ready to move forward. He rested for a while and got up to check the cross-country bike.

"The quality is good! Where is it made?"

Fang Xing got a small flashlight out, and when he saw the familiar inscription, he couldn't help feeling that time and space were reversed.

Lie on the grass, wrapped his coat tightly, and put on the cotton cap, Fang Xing was thinking about the world at this moment.

Daming's commodities are luxury goods to the outside world. The arrival of Zheng He's fleet is just an introduction. Daming's silk, porcelain, tea... These commodities have made Daming regarded as a fairyland by the outside world.

But to this day, there is still no way out for Daming's products. The military villages of Jubaoshanwei use advanced textile machines to produce a large amount of cloth every year, which can still only be sold within the country.

Fang Xing does not like the tributary trade model, but the risk of liberalizing the sea ban is also not small.

Once the sea and territories are out of control, the consequences will be more harmful than the three major signs of Wanli.

"You must build a strong navy division!"

As the night darkened, Fang Xing fell asleep.

After sleeping for less than two hours, Fang Xing was awake coldly.

...

Pugu also woke up.

He can't sleep, and after going deep alone, he has very little sleep.

Quietly out of the tent, Pugu felt the cold.

There are tents all around, and the snoring sounds one after another, reminding Pugu of his own home in the meat fan country.

The tent is a symbol of nomads, and nomads represent instability.

Pugu looked at the night sky and walked in the camp with his hands in his hands.

Not long after I left ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ footsteps came from behind.

"You can't sleep either?"

"Yes, I always feel that Demon God will not let us off easily."

Pugu let out a sigh and watched the white mist slowly dissipate in the air. He said, "Among meat fans, tents are already rare. To be strong, they must be fixed. Look at Meng Yuan, when it is strong, it swept the world, but After all, it’s a nomadic nature, and it won’t last forever."

"Do you explain people? But they will decline every few hundred years, and they will be slaughtered by others. We have learned it. So we built houses everywhere in Halle. Samarkand was even more prosperous at the time. What can we get in return? "

Wu En said in a gloomy voice: "The Emperor Ming defeated us in the first battle. Their population is endless and they can recruit countless fighters. What we lack is population. Even if we have it, how can we feed them?"

Pugu smiled lightly: "Predatory in the first stage, and plant in the later stage. As long as you plant the land, you can continue to increase the population, and the grasslands are too barren."

"Yes, there are not too many people on the grassland..."