What rice? Some people say that a fat man is caught in the shooting and wants to lose his monthly ticket?

It’s all about tears. Jazz, I am the leader of the slightly fat world, and everyone is a comrade-in-arms!

Since I have misunderstood and said I have been granted, ahem! Starting tomorrow, the monthly ticket will be doubled within three days, so don’t forget it!

...

Wang Huan felt that his IQ was declining recently, to the point where he had hallucinations.

Fang Xing asked him to spread the news of his arrival in Xinghe Fort before he set off. He did as he did, and was worried that Fang Xing would be chased.

But when Wang Huan saw the group of prisoners entering Xinghe Fort honestly, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

"Sir, we won a great victory!"

Yang Fuhong's face was flushed, making people think that this guy was going on a trip.

Seeing that the Jubaoshan Guard soldiers behind were full of morale and did not see the situation of the wounded soldiers in the camp after the war, Wang Huan pulled Yang Fuhong and asked: "The doctors in the fort have all been summoned, how many casualties are there?"

Yang Fuhong said in surprise: "Five people died and more than sixty were injured."

"You are crazy about losing your heart?!"

Wang Huan had already seen Fang Xing, he cursed, and then greeted him with a smile.

"Thank you, uncle, the servant has prepared a doctor, the people have summoned a lot of injuries, and all the injured have been handed over to the servant."

Fang Xing said in surprise: "Thank you, Lord Wang, just dozens of injured people, Jubaoshanwei can handle it yourself."

Wang Huanqiang smiled and didn't dare to ask again, but grabbed a hundred household officials who followed Yang Fuhong and went to the corner.

"It's true that the casualties are so small?"

Wang Huan didn't believe it, but he knew about Zhu Di's personal injury and death. Moreover, Xinghebao often clashed with the Alutai Rangers, and the casualties exchange ratio was almost one to one.

The officials of the households said with a smile: "Sir, the gathering of Baoshan Guards is as relaxed as if they were shooting birds!"

"Xing and Bo's subordinates are really powerful. The two of them touched the other party's whistle, and then the infantry sneaked. Sir, you didn't see it. The rows of infantry advanced without saying a word, holding muskets. The lower officials looked behind and felt panic."

The officials of Baihu recalled the scene that night: "After opening the door, it would probably be silent if someone else was changed, but Xing and Bo rushed in directly... Tsk tsk! The volley of the musket was so amazing! Even the cannon was useless! But the most powerful one was not this..."

"That thing called tactics, sir, the soldiers covered the small flags in a group, and the Yuan people had no power to fight back at all. The muskets and grenades attacked alternately. Now, the officials think that this is not the army of the Ming Dynasty, but the demon god!"

The officials of the households said with unsatisfactory intentions: "Sir, if we can be so powerful, the Alutai Rangers would never dare to come and provoke them."

Wang Huan shook his head and said in disappointment: "The Jubaoshan Guards are all firearms, and there is only one in the Ming Dynasty, and even the Shenji Camp cannot compare with them!"

The officials of the hundreds of households looked at the soldiers who were still entering the fort and said enviously: "Sir, maybe the Ming army will be replaced like this in the future. Then we will sweep across the grassland and see what other alien races are in the north!"

Wang Huan seemed to have seen the day when he had no use of his skills. He said melancholy: "There are barbarians in the north. When the Mongols and Yuan people rushed over, they heard that they had robbed a lot of gold and silver, but... we don't know these firearms!"

...

The results of this battle were brilliant, which attracted the attention of the people.

"Master, these are military households."

Xiaodao looked at the women with some envy.

Once the people of the Ming Dynasty were selected, you must marry a wife. It is impossible not to marry them. Otherwise, after you die, you will have to continue to select someone from your family to replace them.

Fang Xing took a sip of mutton soup comfortably and felt that the calories were back in his body.

"If you are moved, ask the butler to find one for you when you go back."

Jay Fang has been a little keen on being a mediator recently, especially those who are not married to the servants. He almost always selects the latest resources for them.

Xiaodao said with a bitter face: "But master, the butler is looking for all the butts. He said that such a woman is in the Wang family."

Fang Xing said in surprise: "Is it good to have a big butt? A woman with a big butt is easy to give birth to a baby and is lucky. Do you want to find a kind of Daidai?"

The powerful wife's principle of a big butt has been extended to later generations. In fact, it has its simple truth and is easy to give birth to!

These days, difficult labor is almost synonymous with one corpse and two lives. At least women with big butts rarely encounter the threat of difficult labor.

Xiaodao shook his head and said, "Daidai! I don't want it. Hua Niang said that she is so 3 sticks that can't be beaten. It's hard to be a wife. Even if you are bored, you can suffocate people to death!"

Damn it! This Hua Niang is so rude!

...

Although the grassland is wide, the speed is really not slow after the rumors.

The renovation of Xinghe Fort was underway. For this reason, people were asked to burn bricks, and the prisoners were driven to demolish the loose city walls, and sent people to Xuanfu to ask for some supplies to rebuild Xinghe Fort.

The captives were honest, but they were earned by more than a dozen corpses outside the city.

Fang Xing asked someone to create a recliner and burn a carbon stove. He sat on the city wall every day to supervise the worker.

After opening the thermos cup and taking a sip of hot tea, Baeking felt that he was a bit stupid to insist on doing this.

"Unestly the power of the cold wind!"

Fang Xing shrank his neck and got up and moved his body.

The grassland in early spring was still white. Lin Qun'an and others went up to the city. When they saw Fang Xing pointing out the country, they said funny: "Boye is both civil and military. Can you have poems for me to admire this situation?"

Fang Xing's heart moved. He was about to plagiarize a song, but when he looked up, he saw a row of black dots in the distance and changed his mind.

Seeing Fang Xing pondering, everyone looked forward to it.

Fang Xing patted the wall bricks and said with deep eyes: "The world is in a general way, and there is a hole in the well."

Well!

Seeing that everyone's faces were twitching, Lin Qun'an whispered: "Boye has a deep understanding of poetry, and there must be amazing words behind it. Please wait!"

The group of black dots slowly approached. Fang Xing saw the scouts monitoring around him, and he casually said: "The yellow dog's body is white, and the white dog's body is swollen."

Fang Xing turned around, looked at a group of stunned guys, and scolded: "It's not a poet, the enemy is right, I don't have the time to recite poems. Hurry up, someone comes, everyone stares at me."

The scout had already come in and reported: "Brother, he is from Korqin, who said he was representing Alutai to negotiate the conflict between the two sides."

Fang Xing's eyes lit up and he murmured: "Why are these foxes coming so quickly?"

According to the truth, the news has been spread less than ten days, and Fang Xing originally estimated that the other party would not arrive in half a month.

As the group passed through the city gate, the man in charge glanced at the construction site.

"I'll report to my home!"

Xiaodao moved the recliner down, and Fang Xing sat on it, looking like a bandit blocking the road.

The man in the lead bowed and said, "I have met Xinghe Bo in Tashala of the Lower Korchin tribe."

Fang Xing said lightly: "There are quite a lot of Korqin cracks, who are you representing?"

Tashala had a pair of sincere eyes, and he said in surprise: "Of course it is the Grand Master. When I am going on this trip, I am entrusted by the Grand Master to resolve the misunderstanding with the Ming Dynasty."
Chapter completed!