Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Jiang Xing happily returned to his tent, then took out the piece of fine yarn from his arms, and said proudly: "How many more bags are on my face? When my wife sees this piece of fine yarn, it won’t work well. Waiting on it! Toss as you want, then it's refreshing!"

A small banner was in a tent. Everyone used medicine to paint their faces. Some couldn't help but want to scratch a few times, but remembered the doctor’s explanation, so they all endured, snarling their teeth and moving their facial muscles. Looks weird.

Jiang Xing put the scarf back into his arms, then hummed a small song lying on his bunk, snoring like thunder before long.

The night is like water, quietly not disturbing these people's sleep, but some people are restless.

Bagan has been waiting, waiting for news.

Under the same night sky, Bagan looked into the distance and felt that the generals of the Ming army must be restless.

Wait and wait, Bagan stands still, like a sculpture.

When the dew started to rise, Bagan heard the sound of horse hooves.

The sound of horseshoes is a bit hurried, and Bagan is the veteran, and he can hear emotions from the sound of horseshoes.

This mood is not right, not like the mood of returning from victory.

Bagan took a stiff step back, lowered his eyes, waited for the sound of horseshoes to approach, and asked amidst the wheezing: "Thanks for your hard work, go back and rest!"

These scouts were embarrassed and full of horror. Several scouts were still carrying crossbow arrows. At this time, they could not help but choke when they heard Bagen's words.

The air was filled with sadness and decadence, as if a defeated remnant would be desperate and helpless.

Bagan stood there, knowing that this sentiment could not spread, otherwise this small unit that had lost a quarter of it would fall apart and have no fighting spirit.

With his cheeks trembling slightly, Bagan said firmly: "Go, kill a few sheep, prepare some wine, and fill these brothers!"

The dozen or so surviving scouts dismounted silently, bowed one by one when they walked past Bagan, and were led to the corner of the camp, where a bonfire had just risen, and several civilian men who accompanied the army were killing sheep.

"My lord, they didn't get the news, they only knew that the Ming army's camp was very large, with a camp of about 20,000 people."

Bagan remained motionless in the night breeze. For a long time, he said: "The Taishi originally thought that the Ming army would not take the initiative to attack. Remember, Emperor Ming is indeed a great talent."

Bagan was a little sad. He felt that Dehuan was not inferior to Zhu Di in terms of momentum. It was just that the time was bad and the Wala people were at their weakest time.

"Since Emperor Ming sent troops, he must have seen through the idea that the Supreme Master wanted to gradually cannibalize, and attacked decisively. In fact, at this moment, I just want to know which guard the Ming army came."

A look of worry floated on Bagan's face and disappeared immediately.

"I'm worried that the demon **** is coming..."

"grown ups……"

The exclamation behind him proved the influence of the name "Devil God" on the grassland, and it can be said to stop children from crying at night.

Bagan smiled bitterly: "The size of the Ming army is roughly determined. If it is an ordinary guard station, then the Taishi can immediately attack and repeat the Tatar defeat of Qiufu, but if it is the leader of the demon... The reason for sending someone to the sentry."

A thousand commander behind him smiled bitterly: "If the devil comes, sir, what shall we do? I remember the last time Alutai ran out his army and he broke through to Xinghe Fort. Although we are a bit better than the Tatars, I can't...stop it!"

The other commander was not convinced, probably because he hadn’t fought Fang Xing before, so he proudly said: "My lord, we are wolves on the grassland, and Mingren are just sheep. Even if we are harassed, we can still be dragged down. them!"

Bagan didn't take care of this idiot, but today the commander who lost almost 30% of his command cursed: "You idiot! Do you know that the devil's commander is like a hedgehog, and you have to pay a price if you get close!"

"All right!"

At this time, Bagen would not allow internal fighting. He said in a deep voice, "Stay steady with the people below. Also, as long as the people staying to report tomorrow, even if the others are gone, they have to find out for me. The origin of it!"

After the deathly silence, Bagan said: "Go, those scouts have worked hard, let them eat more, they must eat... and then be better... be quiet."

Morale is what Bagan considers, for which he can make his subordinates pay the price.

...

Fang Xing looked at the map in the tent, and various plans continued to merge in his mind. Gradually, his eyebrows stretched, and then dropped the pen, got up, stretched out, and got out of the tent.

The sky in the east still did not see the Venus star, Fang Xing moved his body, slowly pacing in the camp.

When the patrol sergeant saw Fang Xing alone, he came over and whispered, "Uncle, it's not safe!"

In a war zone, the generals must have sufficient guarding power around them. This is not a fear of death, but a loss of combat effectiveness.

Fang Xing smiled and pointed to the right. The sergeant on the patrol saw no one.

Fang Xing snapped his fingers, and the knife walked out of the dark, and then there was a sergeant from the small banner department, full of crossbow arrows in his hands.

The patrol sergeants laughed, and Fang Xing didn't blame them, but comforted: "The night patrol guys over there have discovered the knife and them. It's not your fault. Don't worry."

After looking at the sergeants who were still holding their posts, a bright spot finally appeared on the horizon.

"It's almost dawn!"

...

At dawn, the camp began to boil. More than 10,000 people ate and drank. The smell and smell in the air mixed together. People who have never experienced it can never imagine what it tastes like.

Fang Xing ate something casually, and then took someone to the battlefield last night.

After a night of'freezing', the corpses on the grass were hard, and their expressions were mostly hideous.

Fang Xing picked up a long knife, picked up the clothes of a corpse, and said, "Look, the underwear is very simple, but it's just a few layers of torn clothes stacked to keep warm, and the Vala people are still poor ghosts!"

The scout’s equipment should be the best in the entire army, so Fang Xing was sure that the Oara people were still in trouble.

Chen De undauntedly tore open his clothes and pointed to the blue abdomen and said: "I haven't eaten enough, it seems that their supplies are not enough. Everyone, this is not the main force of the Vara people."

Lin Qun'an nodded and said: "Definitely not, otherwise the main force will come out and confront the detective directly."

Fang Xing dropped the long knife, and after Xin Laoqi slammed the knife off with one foot, he said: "No matter what, judging from the actions last night, the enemy is desperately trying to find out where we came from, and it will definitely be there today. There is a follow-up, everyone is ready to send out on a horse ride ~www.readwn.com~ Sun Yue said: "Uncle, if it is a small group of enemy troops, they are afraid they will come to investigate with a mortal heart. By then Is it the subordinates leading the subordinates to attack alone, or..."

"No need."

Fang Xing turned around and prepared to go back, and said, "If the enemy forces attack, they will be buried here. As for the information leakage, it won't matter. Just see how the off-friends reacts."

Wang He yawned and said, "Uncle Xinghe, as soon as we get to Xinghe Fort, we will definitely come out to invite and attack, but our family thinks it is mostly for the Harlem."

Fang Xing smiled and said: "That's the case, so this is the advantage of knowing the enemy's intentions before the war, and getting the idea of ​​getting out of love, then the initiative is on our side, and he can't help but take the bait."

In the camp, countless sergeants were dismantling the tents, and the civilian men began to pack their things and prepare their horse-drawn carts and ox carts.

"lets go!"

A touch of purple appeared on the horizon, and the army left the camp and headed for Xinghe Fortress mightily.