I have a cold, my tonsils are inflamed, and I just want to sleep. …… Fang woke up and went to the prisoner of war camp.
The so-called prisoner of war camp is nothing more than an open field surrounded by a wooden fence.
When the sergeants patrolling around saw Fang wake up, they all looked at him with reverence.
Today, Fang Xing's timing to attack was too good, and he wrapped the rebels in it at once, and he had the demeanor of a famous general.
Fang Xing bowed slightly, then stood outside and looked at the captives who were ordered to sit, and ordered: "Jingguan still has to let the Jiaozhi people do it to have a warning taste, I hope it's not the rabbit dies and the fox is sad, then I think that Jingguan will get bigger and bigger." ” The fence was pulled open, and more than a dozen interpreters walked in and shouted loudly.
Fang Zheng led the sergeants of the first guard to guard outside, while Xin Laoqi led the cavalry to cruise around the periphery, if anyone dared to run, according to Fang Xing's instructions, he was thrown directly into the Jingguan.
"Ask the prince if he is going?"
Fang Xing wanted to take a look.
After waiting for a while, Zhu Gaoxu came with a team of cavalry.
"I didn't engage in Jingguan in the war back then, Fang Xing, you still have an idea."
Zhu Gaoxu looked a little excited, like a big child asking about Jingguan.
Fang Xing handed over the matter of answering the question to Xin Laoqi, and when he was in Taizhou Mansion at that time, he was the one who presided over the project.
"Lord Wang, there are not enough ox carts."
Fang Zheng said with a bitter face.
Solving this problem is obviously Zhu Gaoxu's forte, and he pointed to the captives who began to come out and said, "What kind of ox cart do you want?"
Here are more than 10,000 cattle, let them carry them and carry them on their backs, and bring them over to the king. ” When the order was given, the captives did not react at all, but numbly divided into groups of two or three, and then lifted the corpses like this and walked forward under the surveillance of the Ming army.
Seeing Zhu Gaoxu rushing out first, Fang Xing explained in a low voice.
He watched Fang Wu return to the city, and a trace of fierceness appeared on his face.
More than three miles out of the city, Fang Xing called a stop, and he ordered the woods on the left side of the avenue to be cut down.
"Uncle, how far to cut?"
"Cut down that trail."
So the captives began to cut again, panting.
Zhu Gaoxu touched his beard and said with satisfaction: "Yes, this way you can let those Jiaozhi people see it, and it is also a deterrent." ” Fang Xing glanced at him in surprise, and felt that the painting style of this product seemed to be normal.
But Zhu Gaoxu, who has a normal painting style, is not likable!
"But this king thinks that Jingguan is still the best on the side of the road, Fang Xing, what do you think?"
Well, this sentence immediately exposed the true colors of this prince.
Facing Zhu Gaoxu, who had recovered his true colors, Fang Xing explained: "Although there is a soil seal and lime will be sprinkled, if Jingguan is cast on the side of the road, it will cause epidemics if you are not careful. ” "Uh......"
Zhu Gaoxu is a straw bale, but he is no stranger to epidemics.
The catastrophe was followed by the pandemic, and war was also an important factor in inducing the epidemic.
Seeing that the corners of Fang Xing's mouth were a little cloudy, Zhu Gaoxu said in a low voice: "If Da Ming evacuates Jiaozhi, how about you make some epidemics?"
” "Not good!"
Fang Xing saw that the captives' movements of cutting trees were similar to those in slow motion, so he waved his arm, and then said to Zhu Gaoxu: "Unless I, Daming, can block the borders of Guangxi and Yunnan, this kind of trick will return to Daming sooner or later."
Also, Lord Wang, aren't you afraid of being scolded by those literati?
” "I'm scared of a fart!"
Seeing that the knife went over to direct people to beat those prisoners who refused to work hard, Zhu Gaoxu nodded with some appreciation, and then glared: "Do those rotten Confucians dare to scold this king?"
” "They don't dare to face them, but don't forget that literati have a habit, or some famous literati have a habit."
"What habits?"
Zhu Gaoxu said indifferently.
"They love anthologies."
Fang Xing said in a tangled manner: "I may not dare to scold you in person, but the back is recorded in the anthology and passed on to future generations, lord, your reputation will be stinky." ” This is not a lie, when you are a scum in the hearts of most literati, then you will be 100% recorded in various anthologies, and left for 10,000 years to come.
Zhu Gaoxu said in surprise: "What about you?"
I don't think you'll be better!
” "I'm not afraid!"
Fang Xing said lightly: "The conclusion is written by the winner, but the final winner will never be them!"
” Zhu Gaoxu was stunned, saying that he didn't understand.
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"Poof!
Burst!
Poof......"
The corpses were piled up, and the captives went from being indifferent at the beginning, to being a little afraid to approach the tall pile of corpses, and finally forced to continue their work under the knives and guns. “” When this Dajing Temple took shape, the captives fell to their knees and wept with tears in their eyes.
"Fang Xing, are they sad or afraid?"
Zhu Gaoxu had never seen Jingguan, so he felt a little strange.
"Fear and fear!"
Fang Xing dismounted and asked Zhu Gaoxu: "Did you write this monument or did I write it?"
” "You write it."
Zhu Gaoxu felt that Jingguan was just like this, and he was not interested at all.
Fang Xing waved it, and this Jingguan was completed.
By this time it had begun to be overcast, and the brigade began to return to the city.
I don't know how long later, a gust of wind blew, blowing dust from the Jingguan, a head that was not covered was blown out of its original appearance, and the pair of white eyes looked straight at the Jingguan stone. …… The moonlight tonight is a little dim and the visibility is not great.
Several men were hurrying towards this side, and one of them suddenly said in front, "The road is blocked." ” A few men from behind followed, and by a little moonlight, they saw a huge mound of earth.
"Who did it?
This is our trail!
” "Could it be that the Ming people have discovered our traces?"
"Impossible, we are proficient in Da Ming dialect, how can we be caught!"
"I'll take a look......"
A man walked over and tripped over a rock, almost causing a dog to chew on.
He scolded and turned around to look, and it turned out to be a stone tablet.
"Light the torch."
The torch was lit, and a man passed the torch to the stone tablet as he touched the round object that had emerged from the mound.
The man squatting on the ground looked at the stele carefully by the light of the torch, and muttered in his mouth: "Although the toe is not hairy......
But there will be thunderous wrath in the Ming Dynasty......" “…… Kill the minister, strangle the stone here, think that the latecomer commands!
” "Ah......h When the man saw this, his hair stood on end, and another scream came from behind him, which frightened him to sit on the ground.
"What's it called?"
"Ah......h The man behind him let out a sharper scream, and then he ran into the darkness without looking back.
"Is he crazy?"
The man picked up the torch on the ground, frowned, and leaned over to the mound.
The first thing that catches your eye is a swarthy face, the same complexion as those of the cross-toed farmers.
His gaze moved upward, and a pair of white and cold eyes were looking at him blankly......
The man breathed heavily, clutching his chest and his gaze slowly turning......
The men also walked over and followed the torches in disbelief.
The mound is so large that you can see a lot of things sticking out.
Several people stumbled along, and one of them touched it, and then exclaimed, "It's the arm!"
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