Bang, Lan Yu whipped Fu Rang directly on the shoulder.
"When I see you kiss me in a few days, I will definitely ask him how he taught you? How did he give birth to a woman like you?"
"What the hell is this bad omen? The good fortune in this world depends on the swords and guns in the hands of men!"
"Are you soft-hearted? Have you ever thought about what would happen if you, the raw melons and eggs, fell into their hands?"
"Have you ever thought about how much food thousands of people need to eat in a day? How many people are needed to watch them? We are fighting a war now, not to help the victims! You, a woman, will only harm yourself in the future.
And these brothers around you!"
Lan Yu roared loudly and sprayed Fu Rang in the face.
"Just you? You asked the emperor's grandson to recommend it to me like a treasure, and let me take care of you. Mud can't hold up the wall, and you can't fucking catch up with Li Jinglong?" Lan Yu continued to curse, "That's the way you are.
, I expect you to lead the army in the future, but the damn widow has no hope since her son is dead!"
The reason why Lan Yu cursed was because he was already furious in his heart.
Fu Rang is the third generation of generals deliberately cultivated by Zhu Yunxi, just as Zhu Biao promoted and cultivated him Lan Yu. But Fu Rang is completely different from Lan Yu, and he is so soft-hearted.
"Commander, calm down!" Niu Shiniu looked at Fu Rang and others with contempt, "There are some young men like them who can't do anything, so it's up to the brothers to do these rough jobs! It's just a few thousand heads, it's up to you to use your hands.
thing!"
"No!" Lan Yu said resolutely, "Just them!" Then, pointing at Fu Rang and others, his eyes swept over their faces one by one, "Military merit is not that easy to get. Since you have chosen to be soldiers, these
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Fu Rang and others were ashamed and said loudly, "Yes!"
After saying that, hundreds of Yu Linwei and martial arts disciples who had experienced in the army followed Fu Rang and Wang De and walked to the other side.
"Commander, can they do it?" he asked.
Lan Yu sneered, "If they can't understand how to kill someone, there's no need for them to stay by my side!"
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On Mao'er Mountain, in the center of the trampled Beiyuan camp, there are all Wuyang Wuyang's heads.
The prisoners were all sitting cross-legged on the cold snow, with ropes tied around each of their wrists, one by one, forming a string with every movement.
Some of them had their heads lowered and looked sad, with fear in their eyes.
Some people have a look of indifference, as if they don't care about anything.
Others looked directly at the Ming army who pointed their crossbows at them, with hatred in their eyes.
"This is a string of two hundred!" The Ming Army captain, who had been stabbed on one shoulder, dangled the rope in his hand and whispered jokingly to Fu Rang and others, "How do you guys want to chop?"
Fu Rang looked at the prisoners and pondered for a long time.
He had read military books since he was a child and practiced archery and horsemanship in order to fight for the country in the future. But what he did next was something that no one had ever taught him in his life.
For a moment, he didn't know how to answer.
"What do you usually do?" Fu Rang said in a low voice.
The captain of the Ming Military Academy looked at him, with an inexplicable meaning in his eyes, "Sir, you are asking the wrong person. This is the first time I have seen him in this matter!"
Wang De looked displeased and said angrily, "You guys, you have the guts to be so arrogant to us? You don't know, you are really good at tying the rope!"
"I used to be a pig butcher!" The principal gave him a blank look, which made Wang De extremely angry.
"Brother, I'm asking you sincerely!" Fu Ranggong handed over his hand, "You also know who I am. If I give you some advice, I won't treat you badly later!"
The principal smiled and said, "Look what you said, you are the prince's son, how dare I teach you!" Then he came closer and whispered, "Two hundred people are in a group, and we will lead out a few strings at a time.
Wouldn't it be over if we killed them at the foot of the mountain? It's not impossible to kill them here, but the bloody mess will have to be dealt with later, right? Besides, if these thousands of people really want to get ruthless, it will take a lot of effort!"
"Thank you!" Fu Rang handed over his hand and said to the people around him, "Let the brothers prepare the guy and put it on a few strings!"
Several young generals of the Yulin Guard were a little nervous, nodding silently and holding the knife handle tightly.
"Either you do it, or even a pig will know that you are going to kill him!" The principal shook his head speechlessly and shouted at the prisoners, "Your fortune is good, let you work for us!" After saying this, he only said:
He called up the Yulin guards and said, "These bunches, take them over there to clean up the battlefield. Take those over here to collect the horses, and take those over there to set up a tent for us."
The principal shouted several times in succession, and Fu Rang discovered that the prisoners were surprisingly obedient and followed the person holding the rope obediently.
Suddenly, Jean understood something.
Drowning people will grasp at straws. When people are in despair, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, they will not really despair.
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Several pairs of prisoners were led to the foot of the mountain, with Wang De and his men slowly following behind.
The prisoners stood blankly in the open space. Weren't they asked to work? But here was an open space? They turned around in confusion, but their expressions suddenly changed.
The crossbows in the hands of the Ming army shined particularly brightly against the backdrop of ice and snow.
"Let go!" Wang De ordered, and countless military crossbows penetrated the bodies of these prisoners in an instant.
Ah! Ah!
The clearing immediately turned into a pool of blood, and the surviving people let out heart-piercing screams and squirmed in the pool of blood.
"What a good boy!"
The Ming Army commander who came down with him covered his forehead and said, "What I learned after going down with one knife was like a tomb! These young masters specialize in doing these damn things of seeking far away at the expense of the near!"
Then he shook his head and waved his hand.
Behind him, dozens of Ming soldiers drew their knives and walked into the pool of blood.
He turned the tip of the knife upside down and plunged it into the opponent's heart. After a few back and forth, there was no more sound around him.
"This thing is more powerful than a military crossbow!" the principal said to Wang De, "There's no need to waste it twice!"
Wang De looked at Fu Rang on the side, who looked at the dead prisoners, then returned to the mountain again and brought down a few more strings.
Before they reached the bottom of the mountain, the prisoners saw the bodies on the ground and began to scream in surprise.
But before they could scream in surprise, Fu Rang had already drawn his knife and pierced one of them in the back of the heart. Beside him, the young men from the Yulin Guards struck ferociously.
The corpse pavement was covered with a layer of frost as the wind blew through it!
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At some point, the wind and snow stopped, the cold wind blew through the clouds and moved away, leaving the ground covered with dazzling pale white snow.
The banner of King Yan in Zhu Di's army was still flying high. But their military formation was in dilapidated condition.
"In the past few days, we have defeated the Tatars a total of twelve times, and more than six thousand people have died!" Zhang Yu reported in a low voice next to Zhu Di in the military tent.
Zhu Di gritted his teeth and remained silent.
"Yeah!" He groaned in pain, because Qiu Fu carefully added half an arrow from his arm with a clip.
Black and red blood spurted out, covering Zhu Di's entire arm.
It seemed that after the arrow was pulled out, it was not so painful, and Zhu Di let out a long breath.
"Look, the armor-piercing awl!" Zhu Di looked at the half arrow and said, "There are sharpshooters in the Tatar army!"
The sharpshooters are selected from thousands of places, specially equipped with carefully crafted armor-piercing cones, to snipe and kill the opponent's senior generals on the battlefield.
"Lean a little to the right, and the arrow will hit my heart!" Zhu Di continued to laugh.
As he spoke, his brows suddenly wrinkled again.
"Chitose, bear with it!" Qiu Fu first wiped away the blood with a clean cotton cloth, and then poured liquor on the wound.
"Hiss!" Zhu Di gasped, with his fists and nails almost digging into his flesh, "What the hell! What the hell! What the hell!"
"This arrow is really dangerous!" Qiu Fu continued, "Fortunately there is no poison on it, and fortunately it is winter!"
If it is contaminated with poison, the blood that flows out will not be red, and even gods cannot save it.
If it is summer and the weather is hot, the wound will rot in a few days.
"I don't deserve to die!" Zhu Di didn't care and smiled heartily.
At this time, the curtain of the military tent was opened, and a man who looked like a military doctor came in.
Walking to Zhu Di, he put down the box he was carrying. After opening it, there was a set of scissors, knives, needlework and other items that seemed to be specially made.
(Traditional Chinese medicine in the Ming Dynasty was able to perform surgical operations, and the surgical tools used were similar to those in modern times, and real objects have been unearthed in archeology. I will not give you the verification here!)
"It's up to me to suture the prince's injury!" the military doctor said.
As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhu Di laughed and said, "You monk, there are no outsiders here, why do you hide your head and tail?"
"Then you have to hide it!" Daoyan strung the thread on the needle and said with a smile, "You can't just let it out carelessly!" As he said that, he started to sew with force on his hands.
"Yeah!" Zhu Di's facial features were tangled together in pain and he was sweating profusely.
Then, he gritted his teeth and said, "Help me do something for me!"
"That's your order!"
"I'll put on my cassocks later and help my prince's sons and sons who died in the battle to perform a ritual ceremony!" Zhu Di said slowly, "They died in battle just like this after my king. Now that they have no coffins and cannot be buried, you can help them save their lives.
After all, this can be regarded as my heart, ah!!!"
Amid Zhu Di's cry of pain, Dao Yan nodded slowly.
At this moment, a person burst into the door from outside.
Dao Yan's hand shook and the stitches went crooked, and Zhu Di screamed again.
"Dad!" Zhu Gaoxu rushed in happily from outside and shouted, "Are the reinforcements coming?"
Teng, Zhu Di stood up.
"Hey, thread!"
Ignoring Dao Yan's exclamation, Zhu Di continued to ask, "Where are they? How many people are there?"
"Lan Yu led his men to capture Mao'er Mountain, and they just sent spies over!"
"He?" Zhu Di's ecstasy slowly faded, but he nodded solemnly, "Oh, he's here! He's finally out of the mountain!"
At this moment, a person rushed in like a whirlwind.
"Dad is very happy!" It was Zhu Gaosui, the third child.
"Why are you panicking?" Zhu Di shouted.
"Dad!" Zhu Gaosui raised the document in his hand, "The Duke of Ying, Fu Youde, is here. We are only three hundred miles away now. The soldiers and horses of King Qin and King Jin, as well as the Henan Guard of the fifth uncle, are also very close at hand!"
"Hi!" Zhu Di smiled, looked at his wounds, and gritted his teeth, "How the Tartars hurt me, I will pay back a hundred times!"
This chapter has been completed!