Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1677 Vulnerable

  Zhu Houzhao straddled his horse, and after giving orders, he took the lead.

  The First Army behind them was already in a long line, armed with spears, and then... walked slowly.

  They were all silent, and they didn't have the blood that they should have.

  But shoulder to shoulder, holding their spears neatly and neatly, obeying Zhu Houzhao's orders, meticulously.

  The spear in the hand is very light, especially for people like them who consume countless calories every day and at the same time supplement a lot of nutrition.

   What's more...they didn't wear armor on their bodies, and they were very light from top to bottom.

  Here, crossbows and firearms are prohibited, in order to prevent stray arrows and bullets from injuring the emperor and ministers of the Ming Dynasty.

  Therefore...

In the early morning, Fang Jifan got the news from Weizhou. With the real evidence, he heard that Weizhou Wei had left to review. I couldn't help but think that Weizhou Wei might be at risk of rebellion.

  So Fang Jifan didn't hesitate any longer, and quickly informed Zhu Houzhao.

   Zhu Houzhao immediately made a detailed plan.

  Using flying **** and sharpshooters to set off first to delay the time for Weizhou Wei to hijack the emperor. These sharpshooters can be used with confidence.

  But the first army... After all, they have not practiced for a long time, and they are still unfamiliar with bows and firearms. Therefore... when dealing with the thieves at the gate, they can directly use firearms to break through.

   But once you enter the school grounds, facing this messy situation, there is me among the enemies, and there is an enemy among me, then... we have to meet each other on a narrow road.

  At this time, the soldiers of the First Army silently clenched their spears, and they were all full of energy. They followed Zhu Houzhao's lead.

   Zhou Yi was in the crowd.

He is a real Ningbo native. His ancestors have been miners for generations, and fighting is the most common thing. He still remembers ten years ago, when he was still young, his clan in the mine sent someone to My father brought me a bowl of meat, and my father shook his cheeks and ate it. The mother on the side wept. It was the first time I tasted meat. I still remember this feeling so far.

  After eating the meat, my father took the pickaxe and left without hesitation.

   But after leaving, he never came back.

When he understood, he realized that the men in the mine, whenever there is meat to eat, are useful to the clansmen, one meal of meat, one life, and those who retreat and fear will never be able to lift their heads. Come, nothing more than... just die.

  It is said that his father was beaten to death with a club and fell down the valley, leaving no bones left.

   Zhou Yi grew up in such an environment.

  He clenched the spear in his hand, and he seemed to be very clear in his heart. He had eaten so much meat from his adoptive father and Duke Qi. According to the rules, he should die here today.

  In fact, at this time, he didn't think too much about whether he should or shouldn't. He only knew to obey the command and order, and silently walked shoulder to shoulder with the people around him.

  Take a deep breath.

  Look straight ahead.

  At this moment, breathe evenly.

  He did not know how many times he had repeated the practice of walking in unison.

  With the spear in hand and all his companions around him, he didn't feel too nervous.

   It seems that the aggressive blood of the ancestors has been stimulated.

  ...

   At this time, under the high platform, the rebels approaching the high platform were quickly shot and killed.

  Jiang Bin was already furious.

   "It's the first army!"

   Someone yelled.

  First Army?

  Jiang Bin's originally heavy face suddenly became relaxed, and a mocking smile subconsciously appeared on his lips.

  The pair who have been established for less than two months?

  It is said...the newly recruited soldiers were originally just a group of ragged refugees and beggars.

  Jiang Bin gave Gao Tai a hard look.

  At this moment, if we try our best to attack the high platform, we will obviously be in danger of being attacked.

  Instead of that, why not deal with the group of chickens and dogs of the First Army under this high platform first.

  He dared not mount his horse, and even took off his armor and put on the armor of an ordinary soldier.

   Only then, don't worry about the shooter in the sky.

  He shouted, and ordered people to mix the captured Ma Wensheng and others into the team.

  Ma Wensheng passed out, and the rest of the people were trembling, and some even begged for mercy.

  Jiang Bin stepped forward and kicked a minister, cursing: "Beg for mercy loudly, louder!"

  So... this group of ministers had no choice but to get hysterical.

  Crying for help and begging for mercy...the number of flying ball arrows in the sky decreased a lot.

  Fang Jifan is still a very conscientious person.

  Although he accidentally shot and killed more than a dozen princes in the court, it seems... It can be explained.

  But... many of these people... still bear the mortgage of Xishan Bank, they can't die, Fang Jifan needs them to live strong.

  …

Jiang Bin raised his knife, and his whole body was full of enthusiasm. Facing the approaching First Army phalanx, he couldn't help laughing wantonly: "A group of yellow-haired children dare to block me Jiang Bin here, brothers... first Kill this group of recruits, and then hold the emperor's old son."

  The disorderly soldiers, who were a little distracted, suddenly cheered up.

  They are not people who have never been on the battlefield. After all, they are frontier soldiers.

  At this moment, many people burst into laughter.

  Looking at the recruits on the opposite side, they are neatly arranged, and they are all ostentatious. Look...they don't look like veterans.

  So... the rebels raised their knives and spears together like a pack of wolves eyeing a new prey, shouting loudly with red eyes: "Kill!"

  The rebels were imposing like a rainbow, and without hesitation, they began to charge.

  The rebel army, which covered the sky and the sun, was like a flood that opened the gate. Without too much agitation, it went crazy, and the hungry tiger attacked the sheep.

  On the high platform...

  Emperor Hongzhi saw the army and horses coming first, and he was sure, and the civil and military personnel behind him couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief, and someone comforted: "It's saved, it's saved."

  You can take a closer look...

  First Army...

   I saw the prince riding on the horse again, showing off his might.

  The appearance of the crown prince made Emperor Hongzhi feel tight.

  This child, how did he appear here at this juncture.

  He is the crown prince.

  If something happened to me, he should ascend the throne immediately, inherit the great rule, inherit the ancestral business, mobilize the world's army Ma Qinwang to protect him, and put down the Weizhou Wei rebellion.

But…

  Emperor Hongzhi was able to contain his emotions just now, but at this moment, his emotions were a little out of control.

  Especially seeing the countless rebellious troops rushing towards the Prince and the First Army.

  Suddenly... Tears flowed down his face, he leaned on the railing and almost jumped off the high platform.

  Xiao Jing knows His Majesty's temperament best. In this world, His Majesty's weakness is only the crown prince.

  Therefore, when he saw His Majesty lost his temper, he didn't dare to hesitate at all, and immediately hugged Emperor Hongzhi, crying: "Your Majesty...Your Majesty..."

  Civil and military behind him, seeing that it was the First Army who came, his heart suddenly became cold.

But if you think about it carefully, this is at the foot of the emperor, an important place in the capital. At this time, all the ministers of civil and military affairs are here. Next, I would never dare to move at will.

  The only one who can come...is the first army.

   "It's over!" Emperor Hongzhi sighed, his body was controlled by Xiao Jing, and he couldn't break free, so he looked up to the sky and sighed with a slumped face.

  The word "finished" is exactly the reflection of the hearts of all the people on the high platform. People lowered their heads sadly and sighed.

  The new army has only practiced for a few days, but the Weizhou Guard is like a tiger...

  ...

  Fang Jifan had already raised his binoculars, and he nervously looked in Zhu Houzhao's direction.

  He rode alone to the front, facing the rebels charging all over the mountains and plains, but his waist was as straight as a javelin.

  At this moment, Fang Jifan felt that Zhu Houzhao was alive, and there was no trace of age on his body, but it was the same as when he first met that day, with only the vigor of a young man all over his body.

  With a finger of the long knife in his hand, the pace of the first army became more and more urgent.

   Urgent but not chaotic...

  Boom...boom...

  The sound of thousands of people stomping together, faintly, but it seems to have a different kind of power.

  Wang Shouren was also in front of the team. Today was too urgent. He didn't wear a military uniform, he was still wearing a Rushan Lun scarf, but he didn't ride a horse either. He walked briskly, but...he drew his sword.

  In the blink of an eye...

  The rebels have arrived.

The rebels who rushed to the front brandished their knives and looked at the endless queue in front of them. Although they didn't pay attention to these recruits, they subconsciously turned towards Wang Shouren, who was at the front of the queue The direction went straight to kill.

  Such an old man, skinny, with a big beard, and wearing a large Confucian fir, looks limp and weak at first glance, judging by his dumbfounded appearance, maybe his brain is not very good, so let him be!

  There is not one rebel with such an idea, there are many.

  Wang Shouren looked at the chaotic soldiers rushing towards him like a tide: "..."

  In an instant, a ferocious and powerful rebel army rushed close.

   In such a charge, soldiers and horses like Weizhou Wei who have combat experience often put the elite at the forefront. These are veterans of many battles, and they are the blade of a knife.

  The rebellious soldier did not hesitate, and his attack was like lightning, and the long knife in his hand slashed down.

  In the eyes of the rebels, looking at Wang Shouren was like looking at a dead person.

  As he yelled to kill: "Kill..."

  The killing word drags a very long note.

  But suddenly...stopped.

  It is only in the gap between the white horse and the horse.

   His eyes were blurred.

  Wang Shouren did not dodge as he expected, but was more ruthless than him. His thin body, like a rabbit, brushed past the rebel's knife, but the long sword pierced the rebel's throat like electricity.

   Bring out the sword!

   Draw your sword!

  Wang Shouren strayed over and immediately looked for his next opponent.

   This disorderly soldier is still standing.

  Blood gushes out of the throat like a spring.

  His gaze became empty.

   Body trembling...

  Beside his ears, he faintly heard a cold voice: "Bluffer, vulnerable!"

  (end of this chapter)