Tomorrow

Chapter 92 The effect of the medicine is too **** strong

At first glance, the middle-aged man in the old army said that Fan San did not lie, and Fan Wencheng did not feel that Fan San had any need to lie about this matter.

Even Fan San himself didn't think he was lying, because he was telling the truth. As for saying that those people were the Ming army, this was indeed what Doral said, he didn't lie.

As for what clothes the opposing army wears and what weapons they use, these people don't ask, he will naturally not say that he is threatened, even if no one threatens him, Fan San will never answer other people's questions.

"Ming Jun has won such a big victory, there will be military reports." Fan Wencheng took the lead to leave Fan San's side, and he obtained an answer that made him not so uncomfortable.

The horse thief couldn't defeat more than a thousand Jianzhou warriors. He judged that way from the beginning. Now it seems that he didn't think wrong.

Through the deaths of more than a thousand soldiers, Fan Wencheng also proved that Prince Shuorui’s judgment was not wrong. There was a third force in the area of ​​Guihua City. However, this third force was actually Lu Xiangsheng. The subordinates are pretending to be.

It was Lu Xiangsheng himself who violated the military order of the Ministry of Defense to tighten the pass and not to provoke him privately. He sent a large army privately to destroy the construction of Guihua City. The more than one thousand Jianzhou warriors were just protecting the city from disasters.

Thinking this way, all mysteries can be solved. Now, as long as you get the content of the good news that Lu Xiangsheng reported to the Ming court, then all the truth will be revealed to the world.

Fan Wencheng left, and the skinny officer also left. Only Fan Xiaoshan remained in front of Fan San's bed and stared at Fan San intently.

"Master..." Fan Sancai called out Master, tears rolled down immediately.

Fan Xiaoshan thought of his son's broken body, how painful it would be if he didn't know how many knives were stabbed by the culprits, and tears ooze from the corners of his eyes.

It took a long time to say to Fan Sandao: "How did you meet the young master?"

"Horse thief, horse thief, sir, it is Mongolian horse thief, the **** Mongolian horse thief, the young one escaped from Chilechuan and walked for a whole day and night, finally found a broken house near Xiaodu Mountain, and prepared to Rest there for a while, I didn’t expect, sir, the little one actually saw the horse thief killing the young master and them...

The little one couldn't help but screamed, and the horse thief chased him. The little one had to turn around and ran. The poor little one had been running for a day and a night, and he was caught by the horse thief after running past the horse thief. "

Fan Xiaoshan looked into Fan San's eyes and said, "Go on."

"When the little one was caught back, the young master and Mr. Huiyue's servant fell to the ground, and the little one desperately called to the young master, the young master just lay on the ground and there was no movement..."

There were tears in what Fan San said, and Fan Xiaoshan also burst into tears, and couldn't help but choked and couldn't make a sound.

"Master, the horse thief tied me to a tree and beat me with a whip, burned me with fire, and cut my skin to bleed, saying that it would attract wolves...Master, the young master’s body is lying in front of me, and there is a wolf lying. Licking blood on it... It's miserable... The little one just broke away from the rope and didn't dare to wait any longer. He picked up the young master's corpse and ran. , Roll away if you can’t climb...Master, the little one brought you back the body of the young master...

My lord... I almost can't go home if I'm young..."

Every sentence of Fan San talked about Fan Xiaoshan's pain. When he thought that his son, who had always been afraid of pain, was so tortured by the dead Mongolian horse thieves, and the body almost fed the wolf, Fan Xiaoshan couldn't help crying.

With this cry, the whole back house burst into tears. Several women entered Fan San’s house without being rude and rude. Fan Wenfang’s mother, Zhan, fainted twice after crying, and when she woke up again , Actually took off a jade bracelet from his wrist and put it on the side of Fan San's pillow, sobbing as a thank you.

"Recover well. After you get better, go to the outside house to do a job." Fan Xiaoshan really didn't want to see Fan San, a minion who always reminded him of sad things. He just wanted to send him far away.

When things are clarified, Fan San's value no longer exists.

First Fan Wencheng took the officer away, then Fan Xiaoshan also left, Fan Xiaoshan left to serve Fan San's servant also left, when the doctor saw that Fan San didn't mean to give him the bracelet, he also carried the medicine box. gone.

Just when Fan San thought he could sleep for two more days in this room without leaking air and rain, a small housekeeper came in and directed his dumb parents to carry him out of this room.

Fan San actually felt very comfortable again lying on the thatched kang of the thatched house he was familiar with.

Looking at the two old men who could only mourn and cry, the old woman said, "Why are you crying, am I not dead?"

The honest Fan Er quickly wiped his tears with his sleeves and said, "It's fine to come back, and it's fine to come back."

Fan San looked down at the jade bracelet in his hand, and handed it to his mother: "Give it back to the third lady, we can't bear such a thing."

The mother lowered her head and said: "The lady in charge said the same thing, saying that the master's family is polite. Those of us who are slaves must know how to advance and retreat. We can't let the master's family disperse our wealth. We will lose our family."

Fan San coughed: "I know, we have children. It's funny to say that we are all the father's wealth. It is really useless and unreasonable to accept the wealth of the family.

Return it to the third wife, and go now, saying that I didn't touch the bracelet, and they were all wrapped in cloth. "

Watching his mother leave with the bracelet, Fan San thought of the beautiful boy who had given him dozens of silver for no reason.

"Lao Tzu's life is worth at least ten taels of silver."

Fan San looked at the last quarter moon muttering to himself like a fish hook outside the window.

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"Lu Xiangsheng is one thousand one hundred and ninety-nine levels below Datong Mansion's Xiaoyaotan slaying slave Dolaer Jiala?"

Hong Chengchou, who was originally lying on the sickbed and groaning, stood up barefoot after hearing the military report.

"This is impossible!"

Hong Chengchou screamed, and suddenly saw Yun Zhao who was smiling but not smiling, and pointed at him, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Yun Zhao said: "The military newspaper said very clearly, Lu Shuai made a great victory at Xiaoyaotan in Datong!"

Hong Chengchou looked at Yun Zhao and immediately came to the front of the map. He compared the distance between Datong City and Xiaoyao Beach with his fingers, and shouted at Yun Zhao: "Chilechuan? Datong City is more than four hundred miles away from Chilechuan. If Lu Xiangsheng wanted to kill these 1,000 or 200 slaves, he would not be able to do it without more than 6,000 soldiers and horses.

The slave chiefs were already gathering soldiers and horses in Kaipingwei and were about to knock at any time. At this time, where did Lu Xiangsheng dare to send heavy troops to fight against Jian slaves four hundred miles away from the city?

He also wiped out this group of slaves.

Yun Zhao, do you treat me as a fool? "

Yun Zhao angrily stood up and yelled: "You are jealous and jealous. Lu Shuai has already built the 1,199 slave leaders in Datong Mansion into a Jingguan, waiting for you guys who are jealous and jealous. Go take a look, and use these evidences to hit your old faces."

Hong Chengchou has completely calmed down and said, "Well, Lu Shuai is good, Lu Shuai is very good, don't jump if Lu Shuai is so good.

I, Hong Chengchou, thought that I was inferior, and I was amazed. Goodbye Lu Shuai, a certain family will give a big gift to Lu Shuaixing.

The question is, have you ever thought about it. At this time, you planted Lu Shuai, and you still let him live?

Do you know that your Majesty’s longing for victory is already longing for magic barriers, now it’s alright, Lu Shuai took one thousand and two hundred masters of slavery to show to your majesty at once, you are not afraid that the medicine is too strong and it will prevent your majesty Knowing the southeast and northwest, thought that the right time to counterattack and build slaves was just around the corner? "

Yun Zhao shook his head and said, "It's just one thousand or two hundred slave builders..."

Hong Chengchou rolled his eyes and said, "One thousand and two hundred first-level slave establishments~www.wuxiahere.com~ only? How many slave establishments do you think Marshal Yuan Chonghuan killed in Ningyuan's victory?

Two hundred!

Do you think how many people died in the battle of Thrall Hu to build slaves?

The number of casualties is less than five thousand. Remember, the number of casualties is less than five thousand. According to the old example of the death of five wounded soldiers, only a thousand people died on the battlefield.

Come and tell me, are you sure that these heads are from real slaves, without their armored slaves? "

Yun Zhao said: "Their leader is Doral, and Hailancha is said to be a nobleman among the slaves. This man is under his clan's three Niu Luzhen, so..."

"Therefore, all those who died this time were real slave builders...Oh my God, in another twenty victories like this, Lao Tzu would dare to drive his troops to Shengjing!"