The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

After half a month.

In this dense jungle, the moisture specific to Guizhou has caused many people's skin to ulcerate and itchy.

The dry food they carried was long gone.

In fact, compared to these, the really difficult thing is to walk in this reckless and mountain stream.

Hundreds of thousands of mountains can't see the end. Obviously in the map, it is only a dozen miles of roads. But in fact, it is like a sky.

Even the mountain camps, they were exhausted, and the fighting spirit when they departed from Guiyang had disappeared.

They were like a person who was crawling and beating in the mud. He was in a state of embarrassment. Of the 800 people, only 600 were left.

The most important thing is that the commander-in-chief is a big flicker.

Every time I said, I turned over this mountain and I arrived, and it turned out ... I turned over a mountain again and again, again and again.

Finally, desperate people would rather lean on the roots of the trees and die here rather than move forward.

The sultry weather makes people want to drop their wet heavy armor on the ground, but the sudden snakes and insects in the reckless man made them have to cover their bodies.

When starting from Guiyang, Zhongguan took a shock, but ... Zhongguan did not stop.

Instead, he turned around and ran to write a secret.

Fang Jinglong also knew that he was gambling. He had to bet. This was the only chance Ming Ming had under the woman ’s conspiracy and tricks. He missed this opportunity and did n’t know how many people were going to die deep in the jungle .

Fighting here, the least fearful, is to fight against the thief army, the elite bright army, adequately fed, clear-cut, and the same order, which is not comparable to those of ordinary indigenous rebels.

Here, they are fighting with the sky, and with the big mountains, with all kinds of sudden diseases, and the rain that will never stop.

Fang Jinglong was breathing heavily, and he was exhausted, sitting on the boulder, squinting at the ragged team behind him, many people were moving forward with shaking numbness, the whole team was lifeless, Everyone is embarrassed.

Fang Jinglong looked at the soldiers. At the moment, all the soldiers looked at him. They looked at him. There was no love at first, but more, it was numb.

con man.

"Crossing the mountain this time ..." Fang Jinglong swallowed and tried to adjust his mood. He tried to flicker once again, just like some companies in the later generations who enjoy cutting leeks, do not cut leeks to the root. I feel that I am not dedicated enough to avoid unwillingness.

After all, who can guarantee that there will be leeks until the last minute, ah, no, the real pawns are convinced of their words.

"Commander ..." Fang Jinglong's words just exited, and the old king beside him gasped and interrupted him with a sad face.

"Don't fool around, if you fool around again, the brethren will change."

"..." Fang Jinglong shut his mouth and frowned deeply.

With a bit of melancholy, he looked up and looked at the rays of sunlight shining through the luxuriant and dense branches and leaves.

"It ’s different, it ’s different. I think when the grandfather of the family asked Emperor Annan for the will of Emperor Wen, the old man was young and listened to his father ’s dictation. The soldiers are all well-educated, it is really better than one generation ... "

He felt that he was born in a bad time, perhaps when his grandfather was his grandfather. When Emperor Wen was still alive, he would not have encountered such a dilemma.

After thinking secretly in his heart, he deflated his mouth and said to the old king beside him.

"Help the old man get up, pity the old waist of the old man, let's continue, over the mountain, his mother, fighting here, it is better to go to the Tatars in Jiubian, even if he dies, he will die. some."

Fang Jinglong got up with the help of the old king and grinned his teeth. In his boots, the foot-wrapping cloth did not dare to tear it for more than ten days. The sweat and the blood from the broken calluses seemed to have stuck the foot-cloth and the flesh together. By the way, this pair of feet is afraid of being rancid.

Can stand up.

The leading scout was drilled out of Lin Jian: "Commander, Commander ..."

The excitement was hard to hide in the voice.

However, the marching soldiers remained numb, and no one ignored them.

Almost everyone knew this routine, and the commander instructed the scout, and then the scout returned happily, telling everyone that the thief was in sight.

They have listened to this routine for countless times. Now, Liu Scout ’s acting skills have improved a lot. Look at him walking vigorously, as if he is excited, and the raised eyebrows are like the excitement of going into the cave. It's easy.

"Before ... before ..." Liu Scout said here, and his throat choked with tears, and he cried vaguely: "Before Shijianzhai, Shijianzhai ... we ... we arrived ... where we found it. The Ming whistle, obviously, was stationed by thieves. The village was backed by a waterfall and backed by the mountains. As expected by the humble, the village could only maintain a hundred households at most ... The humble touched an hour. Traces of mules ... "

The soldiers are still numb, and it seems that all this is a routine.

But Fang Jinglong was suddenly full of energy, his eyes shining, and his tired face was filled with colors: "Are you sure you are a thief?"

"It is certain that there are not many women in the village. From the perspective of drying clothes, men account for at least 80%. The generals, now many natives and men are pouring out of the village and chasing with Milu. This village There are so many men here. "

Liu Scout is the old **** of Fang Jinglong. He might be used to kill the enemy, but this observation and visitation is a first-class player. Fang Jinglong trusted him, and Fang Jifan suddenly wanted to cry.

His mother is finally the last mountain.

Fang Jinglong immediately shouted at the crowd: "Stop moving immediately! Surround them all and listen to the command of Hou Ben."

The soldiers were all expressionless, more than six hundred people, like zombies, dragging their feet that had worn blisters, and surrounded them one by one.

Fang Jinglong jumped on the boulder and spit out the foam first, then excitedly said at the next moment: "Crossing the mountain, the thieves are in front of you, and, in ten or nine, the thief chief is hiding here."

"..."

No one responded to him, what he responded to was still numb faces and indifferent eyes.

Fang Jinglong sneered: "Now the subpoena is going on, repaired in place, ready to fight, how much dry food is left? Is there not much left, then there is no need to save, all eat clean."

burn one's boats.

This sentence actually awakened many soldiers, and everyone was stunned. This time, is it true?

Otherwise, how can you run out of dry food?

Fang Jifan pulled out the knife from his waist and stood on the boulder, looking around from side to side. The horizontal flesh on his face shook, revealing a terrible color.

"I have a son. He is in the capital now. There are dozens of women around him. This woman is like a mare to him. Which horse does he want to ride?"

"..."

"My son is dressed in good satin. You go to find out. The silk is produced by Wuyuan Xiangjing in Jingli. You are afraid that you can't afford one in your lifetime."

"My son, has caused trouble for me all day long, and offended many people, but does Shuntianfu dare to move him a finger?"

"My son, who gets up in the morning and wants to eat nai, is squeezed out of people! If it is delivered late, and it is not warm enough, he will not eat."

"My son is living a fairy-like day."

"How about your son?" Fang Jinglong looked at these ragged soldiers with contempt: "Your son is still in the mud, your son can't even read the book, generations of military officers, and will grow up in the future. When I ’m too old, I ca n’t even find a mother-in-law and can only make you sons and grandchildren. Your son, eating yellow rice porridge, is like a beggar on the street, anyone can be cheap. Your mother-in-law, too The piece of cloth puts on a new coat for yourself. What is the difference between you alive and dead? "

With that said, he couldn't help but pause, and immediately his voice increased by a few decibels.

"You must not be convinced, why my son is a man, and your wife is so cheap. Lao Tzu tells you that it was because Lao Tzu's Lao Tzu followed behind Emperor Wen, bleeding and sweating, leaning on Killing the enemy, the killing did not have the merits of my Laozi Laozi. There is no difference between our son Jinglong and your son. "

He pointed to the back of the mountain with a loud voice.

"Today, when I turned over the mountain, the thief was in front of me, and Tianda ’s credit was right in front of me. The enemy chief after the mountain, she was the leader of tens of thousands of rebels. Because of her, I ruined a governor of Daming The chief soldier, and a lieutenant, killed me and wounded thousands of soldiers, and ruined the countless money of the imperial court! The emperor was furious and ordered the three armies to stolen the thief and won the thief chief. ! "

"So!" Fang Jinglong's chest fluctuated and said: "Jiangong's career is at this time. Let yourself live like a person. It is at this time. You want your children and grandchildren to be blessed by the emperor. It is at this time. ! "

"..."

All of a sudden, the soldiers' indifference disappeared.

In these tortured eyes, the green light suddenly soaked, and the numb people, from the bottom of their hearts, gave birth to a kind of instinct that surpassed the ordinary people ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ A person, the body trembles, Everyone, suddenly energetic.

The Lao Wang looked at Fang Jinglong secretly and admired him. He was different from other soldiers. The Lao Wang's family had mixed with the Lao Fang's family since he played Lao Zi's Lao Zi.

Fang ’s family said this every time he went to battle, but the grandfather of Fang ’s family said that his son enjoyed a blessing in Beijing and ate ren ’s milk. Ren milk, Fang Zongbing's father, said the same as Fang Zongbing, and now, finally, it is Master Fang's turn.

Hearing ears with cocoons in his ears made him really unhappy, but the Lao Wang family had been from the Lao Fang family for generations, so he still inherited the tradition of the Lao Wang family, with a look of excitement. .

"The commander said it well, let's ... kill thieves and make contributions."

The whispers wailed.

Fang Jinglong feels very relieved. The tradition has not been lost. The leek is still a leek.

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