Tomorrow

Chapter 91 The Honest Fan Three

The scarred Fan San was crawling back to Zhangjiakou, with a rope tied to his waist, and a sledge made of twigs was tied to the other end of the rope. On the sledge was Fan Xiaoshan's youngest son Fan Wenfang.

When people saw them, both Fan Wenfang's body and Fan San's wounds were covered with flies.

Fan Xiaoshan almost fainted when he saw this scene.

Fan Wenfang was the son he had high hopes for. This time he asked his son to transport supplies to Jianzhou, hoping to pave a way for his son to enter the Manchu Qing court from an early age. After waiting for the achievements of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, Fan Wenfang can also rise. Become Fan's pillar in the Manchu and Qing court.

Now that it's all over, my son has encountered a thief, and it seems that the caravan escorting the goods has been wiped out.

And Fan San's embarrassed appearance made Fan Xiaoshan's soul fly into the sky.

You must know that with Fan San set off are three Niu Lu Jianzhou warriors!

He might still understand Fan Wenfang's accident, but Fan Xiaoshan couldn't understand Fan San's appearance here in such embarrassment.

A bucket of ice water was poured on Fan San, who was unconscious. Fan San slowly opened his eyes and saw Fan Xiaoshan's urgent eyes. He wriggled his lips and said, "Master, we are in ambush..."

"What's the ambush?"

"Whose ambush?"

"Where did the Jianzhou army go?"

Fan Xiaoshan's series of eager words didn't make Fan San more awake. Fan San opened his mouth and fainted again.

Two buckets of ice water splashed down, Fan San still did not move, the doctor felt Fan San's pulse, and said with grief: "With a high fever and exhaustion, if you can't wake up after three days, you will never wake up. Up."

Fan Xiaoshan knew that at this time, he couldn't let Fan San die anyway, so he said to the doctor: "Save him, if you don't live, it will cost you his life."

Hearing what Fan Xiaoshan said, the doctor shuddered all over, and he was hurried into the Fan family compound carrying Fan San.

The life and death of the Jianzhou army is unknown, Fan Xiaoshan has no time to pay attention to the body of his son who is already smelling. The loud cry of the female family members makes his heart more irritable. !"

After entering the inner house, Fan Wencheng's face was sinking like water...

"Is that servant awake?"

Fan Xiaoshan shook his head and said: "There is only one breath left. If this breath does not come up, no one will know about the disappearance of the 1,000 army in Jianzhou."

Fan Wencheng said: "This is impossible. There are more than a thousand people, more than a thousand warriors, it is impossible to disappear so silently.

Give your servant strong medicine, I want him to wake up immediately. "

Fan Xiaoshan shook his head and said: "It's useless. Two buckets of ice water are poured in and there is no movement. A certain family knows some medical principles. Such a person is basically dead. It depends on luck."

Fan Wencheng put his hands on the table and whispered in a low voice: "He must survive, he must survive, otherwise the death of more than a thousand Jianzhou warriors is unknown, and neither of you nor I can afford it.

At least, we must tell Prince Shuorui clearly and clearly what happened, otherwise, you and I will die without a place to be buried. "

Fan Xiaoshan said: "I don't understand. The thousand Jianzhou warriors you mentioned are not the useless swordsmen in my caravan.

They were looted by horse thieves. I believe it. If you want to say that more than a thousand well-armed Jianzhou warriors were killed by horse thieves, I don’t believe it.

Wait a minute, maybe there will be people coming back. "

Fan Wencheng slumped back to his seat, and his hand holding the tea bowl trembled so much that it made the tea bowl rattle.

Fan Xiaoshan did not believe that more than 1,000 slave-building troops were completely killed by horse thieves. Fan Wencheng naturally did not believe that even giant bandits such as Li Hongji and Zhang Bingzhong wanted to kill more than 1,000 heavily armed Jianzhou warriors. Impossible.

Not to mention, this is more than a thousand cavalry, they can't fight and can run...This is on the Mongolian grassland, not a dangerous place like hills and hills...

On the first day, nothing happened, Fan Sanmian was like gold paper, and his air was like a gossamer. Zhangjiakou merchants' exchanges were as prosperous as they were yesterday.

Fan Wencheng's old donkey went around in circles, and Fan Xiaoshan watched through the autumn water on the Zhangjiakou pass.

The next day, nothing happened, Fan San's breathing became smoother and he got better. However, outside of Zhangjiakou, there were still no tattered Jianzhou cavalry on the horizon, and no bright armored Jianzhou cavalry appeared in people's eyes.

Fan Wencheng was not drunk after drinking three buckets of alcohol, and Fan Xiaoshan had white hair dotted on his temples.

On the third day, Fan Wencheng guarded Fan San's bed with a full body of alcohol. Fan Xiaoshan buried his son's tattered body and also came to Fan San's bed.

As the sun sets, the Fan's compound, which is like a cloud, is like a dead city.

Yueru hooked, Fan San opened his eyes.

"Feed him a bowl of ginseng soup."

Fan Wencheng calmed down, and did not rush to ask Fan San. He already knew that the more than 1,000 troops in Jianzhou might not be able to come back. At this time, urging Fan San would be useless.

Before Fan San opened his mouth with a bowl of ginseng soup, the tears fell in his eyes first.

Fan Wencheng turned his back and asked in a deep voice, "Fan San, where is the army?"

Fan San squirmed his lips and looked at Fan Xiaoshan timidly. Fan Xiaoshan said lightly: "Tell all you know, the more detailed the better."

Fan San said in a low voice: "We were ambushed."

"Who?"

"The officers and soldiers of the Datong Mansion, a large group of people crushed by the dark."

"This is impossible!" Fan Wencheng's voice became sharp.

Fan San whispered: "This is what General Dolar said. He also said that he finally met a group of real Ming people."

"Whose flag did the Ming army on the other side fly?"

Fan San shook his head and said, "I don't know, General Dolar was just happy and rushed with the army."

"Is it so sloppy?"

Fan San cried and said with a sad face: "The one who didn’t keep rushed forward, and the three Niu Lu were organized into three teams, leaving the six of us who won’t fight at the end. There is no way. We had to keep up, and there was a cannon on the opposite side. When it blasted over, my horse was killed by an iron ball, and I fell to the ground. The musket on the opposite side hit like firecrackers, and the small one went into the marmot hole."

Fan Wencheng gritted his teeth and said: "Did you see the opposite person clearly?"

Fan San thought for a while and said, "No, there are only a large row of wooden boards nailed with big iron nails. Oh, there are still rollers underneath. I saw Wuda Niulu's forehead really rush to the big wooden board, and then I hit the big board with a hammer. The plank was pierced by the spear that came out of the crack in the plank, and he picked it up and went behind the plank."

Fan Wencheng's gaze fell on a thin middle-aged man, and he listened to the middle-aged man: "Artillery, musket, spear, sidecar, Ming army equipment."

"How many people are there on the opposite side?"

Fan San shook his head and said, "I don't know, I only heard General Dolar shouting: "He died here today..."

The thin middle-aged man sighed and said, "This is no way to escape. There are the most enemy forces ahead, but it is also the only way to survive. Only by cutting through the enemy line can there be a way to survive. Such military orders are not new in the military.

Want to encircle my Jianzhou 1,000 army, there is no enemy army more than eight times, Doral will not do this. "

Fan Wencheng asked again: "Why don't you follow the military order to fight to death?"

Fan Sanxiu looked at Fan Xiaoshan. Seeing Fan Xiaoshan's expressionless face, he whispered: "At that time, General Doral had fallen off his horse, and his first charge failed. The muskets on the opposite side hit like fried beans, and Jianzhou warriors rushed at most. The distance of fifty steps from the enemy line was completely dead and wounded.

General Doral took the Jianzhou warriors who dropped their horses to attack on foot, and he couldn't raise his head when he was hit by other muskets. At this time, General Doral braved the bullets of the Ming army and continued to rush forward. The little one saw it with his own eyes. He was hit. Seeing that he was unable to climb over the big plank of the house, General Doral shot an arrow, um, it was a ringing arrow. The Jianzhou warriors who were regrouping behind to continue their attack heard the ringing arrow and gave up the formation. Scattered and left.

The little one had no horses and couldn't catch up with them, so he had to hide in the marmot cave. "

The thin middle-aged human said: "What kind of arrow?"

Fan San smiled bitterly: "What do you want me to say~www.wuxiahere.com~ The middle-aged man said to the servant around him: "Take my quiver. "

After a while, the servant brought the quiver, the thin middle-aged man took a longbow, raised his hand and shot out a loud arrow and asked Fan San: "Is this?"

Fan San shook his head and said, "It's not like this, the voice seems to be a bit sharper."

The middle-aged man nodded, raised his hand and shot a loud arrow, and then looked at Fan San.

Fan San continued to shake his head and said, "The voice is not so short."

The middle-aged man shot a loud arrow again, and Fan San immediately said, "That's the sound."

The thin middle-aged man said to Fan Wencheng with a long sigh: "This arrow is shot to inform his subordinates that you don't need to pay attention to the Lord's life and death, and run away... until you are desperate, there will be no such military orders.

The dog minion didn't lie. "