The eight big men let out a long sigh of relief. This feeling was like surviving a disaster.
Just when the eight of them felt a little more relaxed, the weight on their shoulders hit them again.
"I..." One of the big men wanted to curse, but because he had to hold in his breath and use force, he had no choice but to curse out a single word and swallowed it back.
The guard who followed the mobile booth couldn't stand it anymore and shouted at the eight big men in their ethnic language.
The big men were all exerting themselves, and there was no spare energy left to talk to the guards.
The guard seemed to have noticed something was wrong. He jumped off his horse, stepped forward quickly, and tried to lift the crossbar.
"Huh?" The guard was stunned and looked at Ma Xiaoquan in surprise.
Ma Xiaoquan sat calmly on his seat. He saw the guard looking at him and asked, "What's going on with you? Why did you stop suddenly?"
The guard frowned and asked: "Master Ma, do you feel any discomfort?"
Ma Xiaoquan secretly laughed in his heart, but on the surface he shook his head and said: "No, this house is very comfortable~" As he said that, Ma Xiaoquan subconsciously raised his buttocks and sat down twice.
The moment Ma Xiaoquan raised his buttocks, the eight big men suddenly felt their shoulders relax. And the moment Ma Xiaoquan sat down, the entire mobile booth became heavy again.
The eight people looked at each other and seemed to understand something, but... this is unreasonable. Ma Xiaoquan only weighed about 150 pounds. It was impossible for him to let him go because of him alone.
Have mobile kiosks become so heavy?
Several people looked at Fangfang who was holding the child, and then shook their heads in unison.
Fangfang is petite and much lighter than Ma Xiaoquan. How could she be heavier than Ma Xiaoquan?
But why did the mobile booth become lighter the moment Ma Xiaoquan stood up? Why?
Everyone thought about it and finally decided to try again.
"Master Ma, uh~~ I have something to trouble you with... Can you stand up for a moment?"
Ma Xiaoquan almost laughed out loud, but he still held back and said, "What's wrong? Is this seat wrong?"
"Uh~~Yes, it seems...so Mr. Ma, please stand up a little."
Ma Xiaoquan hummed and stood up slowly.
This time, the sense of relaxation did not appear as several people expected. The mobile booth was still so heavy.
"Is this okay?" Ma Xiaoquan stretched out his hands and asked.
"Uh, okay, okay, Mr. Ma, please sit down, please sit down!"
Ma Xiaoquan hummed and sat down slowly.
The moment he sat down, the mobile booth suddenly became lighter again.
The eight big men carrying the mobile pavilion almost collapsed when they were treated so badly by Ma Xiaoquan.
Fortunately, the guard reacted quickly enough. Seeing Ma Xiaoquan sit firmly, he sighed and started to drink loudly.
Anyway, Ma Xiaoquan didn't understand what he was shouting, but as soon as the guard shouted, the eight big men still had the courage to lift the mobile booth steadily and continue to move forward.
Fangfang, who didn't understand the reason, looked at Ma Xiaoquan and asked in a low voice: "Sir, what's wrong with them? They stop and then leave. Is something wrong?"
Ma Xiaoquan patted Fangfang's hand and said comfortingly: "No, they are too nervous. Well, they should be too nervous."
When the eight big men carrying the mobile kiosk heard Ma Xiaoquan saying that they were "too nervous", they all cursed in their hearts. What everyone was thinking was: I am a majestic Batulu, and I am still nervous? How the hell is that possible?
I'm so nervous, this Ma Xiaoquan is just farting with his mouth.
"A sneeze~~" Ma Xiaoquan suddenly sneezed and rubbed his nose. Ma Xiaoquan said to himself: "Is it someone who scolded me?"
The eight big men looked at each other and cursed again in their hearts.
...
In the center of the training ground, Huang Taiji sat on the main seat with a frown on his face. Next to him stood a trembling Jurchen soldier.
"What's going on with them? They're just halfway there, and they haven't come back after walking for so long?" Huang Taiji asked the Jurchen soldier.
How dare the Jurchen soldiers say that they move slowly because the mobile booth is too heavy? What if the Khan gets angry and beheads himself?
The Jurchen soldier was very straightforward and knelt down in front of Huang Taiji without saying a word.
Huang Taiji was really planning to get angry, but as soon as the soldier didn't say anything, there was nowhere for him to get angry.
After taking a deep breath, Huang Taiji calmed down and asked another Jurchen soldier the reason.
The other Jurchen soldier was quite brave. He talked a lot, and finally did not forget to wave the blue armband on his arm in front of Huang Taiji.
The blue color represents his identity - a blue banner man.
Huang Taiji glanced at the Jurchen soldiers with blue flags, nodded, and said, "Go and have a look and see where they have gone?"
"Yes~"
Just when Huang Taiji's order was given, and the Jurchen soldiers with blue flags were about to go see the situation, shouts suddenly came from not far away.
Huang Taiji stood up and took a look, well, he's finally here.
Anyway, since I'm here, I naturally have to show off my true power.
Huang Taiji waved his hand, and the trumpeters who had already lined up uniformly raised the long horns in their hands and blew the horns toward the sky.
Afterwards, two groups of Jurchen cavalry wearing combat armors, clanging their horses' reins, slowly walked towards Ma Xiaoquan.
The horn sound persisted for a long time, and the Jurchen cavalry also walked in a disciplined manner twenty meters away from the mobile pavilion where Ma Xiaoquan sat, and stopped.
"Huha~~" the Jurchen cavalry raised their sabers and shouted angrily.
Fangfang was so shocked that she quickly covered the ears of little Zhifeng who was still sleeping soundly. Ma Xiaoquan also frowned. The distance was too close and it was a bit noisy.
After that, the Jurchen cavalry lined up on both sides of the road. Directly in front, a group of Jurchen soldiers carrying firecrackers walked towards Ma Xiaoquan.
Ma Xiaoquan was stunned for a moment when he saw the firecrackers carried on the backs of the Jurchen soldiers, and murmured: "Why does this firecracker team look so much like the Shenji Camp?"
The fire gun team marched neatly in front of Ma Xiaoquan, ten meters closer to him than the cavalry just now. Then each fire gun soldier took off the fire gun from his back and held it in front of him. The mouth of the fire gun was straight.
Aimed at Ma Xiaoquan.
Huang Taiji raised a smile. He wanted to see if you, Ma Xiaoquan, were afraid of such a close threat, or not?
Ma Xiaoquan is really not afraid, because he has seen this kind of scene many times when he was supervising the training of Shenji Camp. In addition, due to the super power of the tempered skin, even if these Jurchen soldiers aimed their fire blunderbuss at him,
Even if they fire in unison, they won't be able to hurt him at all.
It's just that... Ma Xiaoquan isn't afraid, but that doesn't mean Fangfang isn't afraid.
Fangfang closed her eyes tightly, and tightly grasped Ma Xiaoquan's sleeve with one hand. The child in her arms couldn't help but become even tighter.
Ma Xiaoquan comforted him in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, don't be afraid~"
Although Fangfang hummed, her eyes were still tightly closed.
...
Ma Xiaoquan raised his head and suddenly said loudly: "Listen to my command and turn back!"
In fact, Ma Xiaoquan did not think that the Jurchen Fire Gun Team in front of him would listen to him, but when he gave this order, some of the Jurchen Army actually obeyed his order and quickly turned back.
The next moment, Ma Xiaoquan was stunned.
Huang Taiji was also stunned.
The guard next to Huang Taiji reacted quickly. His face turned red with anger and he cursed: "You bastard! Who are you listening to? Come here, drag out those people who just turned around and chop them up.
"
The scene fell silent for a moment. As the supreme commander of the Jurchen army, Huang Taiji actually acquiesced to the order of the guards.
Huang Taiji is very smart. If he kills those disobedient soldiers, it will be tantamount to losing his own face and the face of the entire Jurchens. At this time, some guards come out to take the blame. Anyway, if it happens later
From Ma Xiaoquan's smell, he could tell that the fire gun team was created by the guards.
Ma Xiaoquan also saw that the guard wanted to take the blame, but he thought it was okay for the guard to take the blame, but if those innocent soldiers were beheaded because of his unintentional orders, what would happen, Ma Xiaoquan would still have to bear the blame for the final hatred.
Smart, really smart...
Thinking of this, Ma Xiaoquan laughed and said loudly: "Wait a minute!"
The guard didn't want to stop, but as Ma Xiaoquan was an honored guest, there was no way he could disrespect him.
"What's wrong, Master Ma? Do you want to plead for those brainless guys?" the guard said unceremoniously.
Ma Xiaoquan nodded, shook his head, and said: "It's not a plea, right? I just said it casually, and I didn't think they would listen to me. Well, since it has happened, I'll let it go.
Well, I have seen the majesty of the Jurchen Army, but it is still a little bit behind the Ming Dynasty, but it is powerful enough, at least much stronger than North Korea."
As soon as Ma Xiaoquan said these words, it was really hard for the guards to issue any more death orders.
"Then what does Lord Ma think we should do?"
Ma Xiaoquan smiled and said: "As the saying goes, those who don't know are not to blame. In fact, I can also see that your fire gun team has just been established not long ago. Well, it must be because after the last Ningyuan War, I thought
How about forming such a team to fight against our Ming Dynasty?"
"This..." The guard was blocked by Ma Xiaoquan and was speechless.
Huang Taiji couldn't help it anymore and said loudly: "Since Mr. Ma has begged for mercy, I think it's okay to forget it. Mr. Ma is right. Our fire gun team has just been established. Well, let's show it today.
Lord Ma, I just want to hear Lord Ma’s opinion. Lord Ma, there is a Shenji Camp in the Ming Dynasty. You must have seen the training of the Shenji Camp many times, why don’t you give me some advice?”
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled and gave Huang Taiji a thumbs up in his heart.
