Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

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Night fell, and the temperature dropped sharply.

Li Man lived in the tent and walked back and forth, and the others were watching him steadily.

The torch reflected these figures on the tent, looking strangely like ghosts.

A dark figure appeared outside the book, and Borda went out and soon returned to report: "My lord, the fierce brother Timur is ready to come out."

"grown ups……"

The people here are Li Manzhu's confidants, and everyone is waiting for his decision.

Li Manzhu's complexion was cloudy and sunny, he stomped his feet suddenly, and shouted: "Let's follow first, don't follow too closely."

Both ends of the mouse!

Borda was disappointed and went out of the big tent, looking at the darkness in the distance, he couldn't help muttering to himself: "There will be blood and rain tonight. Who wins and who loses?"

When Brother Meng Timur heard that the scout said that Li Manzhu was following, he sneered: "Is this to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight?"

"My lord, Li Manzhu is as cunning as his father, we can't let him take advantage of it!"

"He can't drill!"

Brother Meng Timur sneered: "Go tell Li Manzhu, if he doesn't come up, then I will vote for Fang Xing, and then turn around and hit him!"

It didn't take long before Li Manzhu rushed over in despair.

"What do you mean?"

Brother Meng Timur sneered first, then grabbed Li Manzhu’s collar and shouted: "I have already inquired clearly. Fang Xing has defeated Mahamu's elite and killed countless people in Jiaozhi. Faced with such an opponent, you What's so special is still thinking about preserving strength and taking advantage, you are looking for death!"

Li Manzhu's lips trembled and said, "Then...Shall we go back?!"

"Back to Nima!"

Brother Meng Timur pointed to his feet and said, "Even if we go back now, we can wait for tomorrow. Those Ming army scouts will naturally show signs of a large number of people and horses. How would you say Fang Xing would react?"

Li Manzhu gritted his teeth and said: "The Ming army has blunderbuss and artillery, let's..."

"My people have seen it a long time ago. Those big tubes are all wrapped in cloth. What a special thing! Ming people are really rich, and there are so many cloths! And the cloth is so thick that it seems to be waterproof!"

Speaking of this, even Li Manzhu feels a little painful.

Why can someone enjoy so much?

Why do we have to struggle in this icy and snowy place?

Two pairs of flashing wildfire eyes collided, and Li Manzhu viciously said: "Fight! If we can **** the baggage and weapons of those bright people, then we will recruit people and go to the old forest to recruit people. !"

Meng Brother Timur snorted coldly: "We are Jurchens, the Jurchens who once made the Han people cry and kneel down to beg for mercy, have you lost that courage and are willing to be enslaved by the Han people?"

The people around shook their heads, snorted, and their fighting spirit rose to the highest point.

"Go! Rush into the camp of the Ming people and kill them all!"

With the bewitching of Brother Meng Timur, everyone went back to agitate his subordinates.

Li Manzhu also felt his blood boiled, but when he walked back, Buda frowned and said: "My lord, Meng Brother Timur is inviting people to buy people's hearts! Even if he wins, who will listen to it in the future?"

Li Manzhu sneered: "Of course I know that he is inviting people to buy people's hearts, and wants to show a gesture of making great things happen, but what's the matter? You greet the people below later, let's..."

As the night darkened, the horse was trapped and covered with hay, like a black cloud, quietly approaching the simple camp.

Except for the larger area, this camp is not even better than the Lashan Station, which is where Mengge Timur's confidence lies.

It's nearly fifty steps.

Meng Brother Timur saw only a few torches blowing in the north wind, and he thought of his father.

As a stray dog, he lived worse than his father. Not only did he accept the official position given by the Ming people, he also held the post of tens of thousands of households in North Korea.

But after all, it was unreliable. After he accepted Mingren's part-time job, the Koreans decided to do it.

Those years were really hard!

Thinking of his experience of running around in the wilderness with his tribe, Meng Brother Timur raised his head and exhaled a sigh of breath, and said decisively: "I hate Mingren!"

The Mingren actually sent an army into Nuer Gandusi, disappointing the fierce brother Timur who wanted to compete with Li Manzhu.

I don't want to be a dog!

I don't want to be a dog under the eyes of others!

Seeing that several fences had been pulled out in front, Meng Brother Timur's eyes shrank, and he shouted: "Retreat! Retreat!"

If there is no response after being pulled out of the fence, then how can Fang Xing succeed in fighting in the Southern and Northern Wars?

There must be fraud!

The exclamation pierced the night, and countless torches were lit in the camp, lighting up the surroundings like daylight.

"We have the Ming army behind us!"

This scream completely blocked the future plan of Meng Brother Timur. He closed his eyes in pain and shouted: "Each..."

In the light of the fire, Shen Yao commanded the muzzle to this side and shouted excitedly: "Direct!"

There is no need to aim at this distance, and no need to calculate the angle, just hit it directly.

The bayonet on the cannon is just like this.

"put!"

"Boom boom boom boom..."

The fire from the muzzle flashed, and twelve shells got into the crowd. After a burst of crackling noise, twelve blank passages appeared in the Jurchen's queue.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

There was intensive firing of muskets from all sides, and the Jurchens who had just mounted their horses screamed and fell. The horses were startled by the sound of artillery and muskets.

The queue is chaotic, and people want to escape.

"It's over! We're over!"

The fierce brother Timur allowed his horse to run around. In his eyes, those fireworks were the gates of hell, devouring his own tribe and the painstaking efforts of generations of his ancestors.

"My lord, let's run away!"

escape? Where to escape?

Although Nuer Gandusi is big, he can't find a place to stay!

"Brother Timur Meng!"

After a violent drink, the tough brother Timur, who reacted slowly, only felt a pain in his neck, and then he saw the situation behind him.

Flames erupted from the muzzle, bullets rained from the neat forest of guns, and a big man was pointing a long knife to himself and drinking.

Those Ming troops followed the direction of the long sword, striding out!

And... Li Manzhu who is happily taking the knife!

Fool!

Mingren, this is to completely pacify Jianzhou Jurchen~www.wuxiaspot.com~ How can you let this guy with the ancestor Yu Ze...

"Brother Meng Timur is dead, please come down on your knees!"

Li Manzhu grabbed the falling heads and shouted: "I have long seen that Meng Brother Timur had an antipathy. Today is the time given by this thief, Jianzhouwei people, circled them! "

What rice? Are we the internal response?

Hearing that all the Jurchens of Jianzhouwei shouted frantically: "The people who catch Zuowei, we are the internal response!"

The voice reached the camp, and Fang Xing, who was coming out yawning, said lazily, "Are you trapped?"

Lin Qun'an clasped his fist in a uniform and said, "Uncle, they are all trapped, and none of them ran away."

Fang Xing rubbed his eyes and said, "Tell Fang Wu to take someone to Jianzhouwei, the family where Brother Meng Timur and Li Man live..."

Xin Laoqi in front of him took the knife and was ready to receive the captives, but Fang Xing waved his hand gently, as if to drive away.