Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"The cavalry all pursued, the infantry gathered the captives along the way."

Following Fang Xing's order, many cavalry rushed out of the Tatar camp, and everyone was vying for the first place.

But after a closer look, they found that most of these cavalry were women and children, and even elderly people.

"Uncle, this..."

Huang Zhong felt that all the women, children and the elderly had been taken out. Isn't that a joke?

"This is to grab merit, don't care about them."

Fang Xing smiled slightly and said: "Boli, don't underestimate them. Although they are not strong individual soldiers, they all know how to cooperate. No matter how powerful a person is, when facing dozens of bows, you can only have the ability to do it. Duhu Naihe."

"A hundred years ago, their children were tied to horsebacks to practice. They began to learn bow and arrow when they were seven or eight. They were excellent fighters when they were a teenager. This is the root of their ability to cross the world."

The power of the Mengyuan people has attracted the attention of the whole world.

But Fang Xing knew that Daming could not do this step.

This is brutal!

In sight, a team of chasing soldiers composed of women, children, old and weak surrounded two charming men. The two meats are charming and fierce, but the chasing soldiers are roundabout, and then arrows are raining.

"Great……"

Huang Zhong couldn't help but admire the two charmingly falling off horses, and then said anxiously: "Uncle, the style of martial arts cannot be abandoned!"

"Da Ming doesn't have such a natural atmosphere suitable for riding and shooting, but we have muskets."

A man was stopped by Jia Ding in the periphery, and he was able to enter in a low voice.

Looking at a very ordinary person, Huang Zhong was a little dazed by just one mouth.

"Uncle, the spies in the Tartar Ministry have been caught."

Huang Zhong's heart was shocked, and he looked towards Fang Xing.

Fang Xing said indifferently: "This generation is shameless, so naturally you have to let everyone look at it before you deal with it. Also, if you have done your merits, you will naturally mention it in my memorial when you look back."

"Thank you, Uncle!"

The man smiled and left, and Huang Zhong secretly speculated about the identity of this man in his heart.

"This person is Jin Yiwei, don't underestimate them."

Fang Xing urged the horse to pass, Huang Zhong slowly followed, and a plan was formed in his head.

From the spies sent by Pugu and others to the sudden chaos of the Tartar Ministry, is it all...is it all under control?

Huang Zhong looked at the awake figure in front of him, and the whole process of this decisive battle, including the plans of the coalition forces, was clear.

The coalition forces thought that they would win, but Fang Xing pretended not to know anything and did not send out. The purpose was to strengthen the coalition's confidence in a decisive battle.

Fang Xing rode his horse to Atai's side and watched him fall by Yuelu's side while the doctor on the side was taking medicine. He looked sad, so he got off the horse and asked, "What's wrong with Yuelu?"

Atai looked up, his eyes dull.

Yuelu was still in a coma, and the doctor only quivered a few times after disinfecting and applying medicine to the wound on his chest, showing that the injury was serious.

"Uncle, I'm afraid it hurts my heart."

The doctor in the army was indifferent to life and death, but his cold tone angered Atai.

"He is the king's person!"

The doctor nodded and began to bandage Yuelu.

"He has been with this king for ten years. He was born to death. This king has escaped countless times with spears and arrows. You have to save him, otherwise this king swears to make your whole family slaves!"

Atai drew his long knife madly, but the doctor said faintly: "Brothers in the army are injured. We don’t have to do our best. We are only alive and dead. We are not gods. Also, prince, the wound on your back is not a problem. Shallow, if you don’t want to break, it’s best not to get too excited."

Atai was dumbfounded, suddenly dropped his long knife, and cried, covering his face.

"Tatar is so big, but Yuelu is the only one I trust. He helped me with countless plots, and almost died several times. It seems that I will live a stable life. Why is this? !"

Dignified and Wang Ning cried like a child, tears streaming down his face.

Fang Xing’s expression was calm. He took out a small porcelain bottle and took out a few small things wrapped in rice noodles from the inside. Then he leaned over and said, "Give him this one, one a day, three days in a row. ."

Atai stretched out his hand to take it, and said blankly: "Can you save Yuelu?"

Fang Xing straightened up and looked into the distance, and said, "I don't know, but if this doesn't save him, then this is his life."

Fang Xing left, Atai looked at the little things in his hand and asked the doctor: "Xing He Bo knows medical skills?"

The doctor said enviously: "Of course the uncle knows medical skills, and even the first emperor has used his uncle's medicine, and King Ning, Yuelu is blessed."

Atai was overjoyed when he heard it, and hurriedly cooperated with the doctor to give Yuelu a medicine.

After the medicine was given, Atai's gaze turned to the old man guarded by him.

"You betrayed me, you betrayed Tatar."

The old man knelt on the ground. He raised his head, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper: "Atai, we should run wild on this grassland, not the riches you desire."

He looked at the sergeants on his left and right, smiled happily, and said, "Wealth and wealth will only erode your fighting spirit. After decades, you and your children and grandchildren will not be able to get on horses or draw bows..."

"So you want to surrender to the Harit and the meaty charming?"

Atai stood up hard, holding the sheath long knife in his right hand, and waved it smoothly.

"puff!"

The old man's head turned to the side, and he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, with a few yellow teeth in it.

Atai's body shook for a moment, and said coldly: "Dispose of him."

The old man didn't beg for mercy, he opened his mouth and smiled **** ho ho.

"Atai, you will be killed by the Mingren. If you kill you, you will lose the leader. Kill you..."

Atai turned around, looked at Fang Xing who was going away, and muttered: "From now on the grassland is a master. Those who obey will prosper, and those who rebel will perish. Who can rebel? Who dares to rebel?"

...

The battlefield was full of carcasses of centaurs and horses. Fang Xing wandered, smelling the faint smell of gunpowder, and suddenly said: "I think I like the battlefield, it will make me feel that my life exists, but when I return home, the contrast It makes me feel as if I don’t live in this world..."

Huang Zhong said in a daze, "I also have this feeling in the next. Thinking back to the leisure of the past, I feel deeply cruel. I hope there will be no more disputes in the world and peace of each other."

Fang Xing walked forward with his hand holding his hand, and laughed when he heard the words, "You are wishful thinking, there will be disputes if there is interest, it depends on the size. Small conflicts, large conflicts, the war of the country, from ancient times to the present, when will you not fight? ?"

"Warring will kill, and forgetting war will be in danger. This is a well-known saying."

Fang Xing felt that the ancestors were really too wise.

"After the First World War today, there will be no more beacon smoke on the grassland for two years, and only the central government can calmly govern. This is to control violence by violence and stop fighting by fighting."

Huang Zhong heard some smell and asked, "Uncle, are you going back to Beijing?"

Fang Xing was anxious, but it didn't show up on the face.

"After the cleanup is complete and the coalition is determined to be unable to fight anymore, we will be able to submit a memorial and request to return to Beijing."

...

The combination of three women and two children is not lonely, especially when Wuyou always asks about Fang Xing's situation, and Huanhuan cries a few times from time to time, which is so lively that it's just like jumping around.

When hearing two rapid footsteps, Xiao Bai pretended to be dignified and said: "These two children are not stable."

Zhang Shuhui glanced at the little dress embroidered with the wrong pattern in her hand, turned around and watched Tu and Ping'an running in with red face.

"Mother, Dad won! A big victory!"

Zhang Shuhui let out a cry. When she heard the cheers from the castle, she knew it was a big win, but she was a little worried about Fang Xing’s safety, but it was hard to ask~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Xiaobai couldn’t wait to ask, "What about your father? ?"

Ping An said, "Daddy is patrolling."

Xiao Bai felt relieved. When he picked up the little clothes and looked at the pattern, he wrinkled and said, "How come the embroidery is wrong? It's just dry again."

Mo Chou pursed his lips and smiled: "It can be changed!"

Xiaobai was happy when he heard it, so he opened his little clothes and asked Moshou's plan.

The two women were studying embroidery, and Zhang Shuhui saw that the two children were a little disappointed, so she said: "You have worked hard today. Go take a shower and wait until your father comes back. Let's have a good meal."

The two children went happily.

This was taught by Fang Xing. After the children have done the right thing, they should be praised and praised, and give the children a recognition and encouragement.

At this time, Zhang Shuhui was more free. She quietly told Mu Hua to ask the family member outside.

Muhua came back later and said: "The hardships that the master won today, but that it is an illusion, the master had already planned and deceived the coalition forces. Now the coalition forces have suffered heavy losses and have escaped, and our people are still chasing after them."

Zhang Shuhui nodded and said, "After this big victory, I'm afraid we will be ready to go back."

Xiaobai said with a sad face, "Ping'an said that he doesn't want to return to Beiping. It's best to be here, and I can go horse riding every day."

Mo Chou raised his eyebrows slightly, then lowered his head to look at Huanhuan in his arms, not knowing what this child likes when he grows up.

Wen, or Wu!

"You can go out!"

At this time, someone outside was shouting joyfully.

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