Chapter 520

I have a cold and my tonsils are inflamed. I just want to sleep.

……

Fang woke up and went to the POW camp.

The so-called POW camp is actually just an open space surrounded by wooden fences.

When the sergeants on patrol saw Fang wake up, they all responded with reverent eyes.

Today, Fang woke up and chose a good time to attack. He wrapped the rebels in it at once. He has the style of some famous generals.

Fang Xing nodded slightly, then stood outside and looked at the prisoners ordered to sit. He ordered: "the Beijing temple still needs to be handled by Jiaozhi people to have the smell of warning. I hope it's not rabbit death and fox sorrow. In that case, I think the Beijing Temple will be bigger and bigger."

The fence was pulled open, and more than a dozen interpreters went in and shouted loudly.

Fang Zheng led the sergeant of Yiwei to guard outside, while Xin Laoqi cruised around the periphery with cavalry. If anyone dares to run, he will throw it directly into the Jingguan according to Fang Xing's instructions.

"Ask the Lord if he will go?"

Fang Xing wants to have a look.

After waiting for a while, Zhu gaoxu came with a team of cavalry.

"You didn't go to Jingguan during the war. Fang Xing, you still have an idea."

Zhu gaoxu seemed a little excited and asked about Jingguan like a big child.

Fang Xing handed over the answer to Xin Laoqi. When he was in Taizhou, he was the one who presided over the project.

"Lord, there are not enough ox carts."

Fang Zheng complained bitterly.

Solving this problem is obviously Zhu gaoxu's strength. He pointed to the prisoners who began to come out and said, "what kind of ox cart do you want? There are more than 10000 animals here. Ask them to carry or carry them for me."

When the order was given, the prisoners didn't respond at all, but they were numbly divided into two or three groups, and then they lifted their bodies and moved forward under the surveillance of the Ming army.

Seeing Zhu gaoxu beating a horse, Fang woke up and whispered to the other party. He looked at Fang Wu returning to the city with a sharp look on his face.

More than three miles out of the city, Fang woke up and stopped. He made the woods on the left of the avenue cut down.

"Uncle, how far?"

"Cut down the path."

So the prisoners panted and began logging again.

Zhu gaoxu touched his beard and said with satisfaction, "yes, so that those who cross their toes can see it. It's also a deterrent."

Fang Xing looked at him in surprise and felt that the painting style of the goods seemed to be normal.

But Zhu gaoxu with normal painting style is not likable!

"But I think Jingguan is best by the road. Fang Xing, what do you think?"

Well, this sentence immediately exposed the true colors of the prince.

In the face of Zhu gaoxu, who recovered his true color, Fang Xing explained: "although there is soil seal and lime will be sprinkled, if Jingguan is cast on the roadside, it will cause epidemic disease accidentally."

"Er..."

Zhu gaoxu is no stranger to epidemic diseases.

After a major disaster, there is a major epidemic, and war is also an important factor inducing the epidemic.

Seeing that the corners of Fang Xing's mouth were tilted up, Zhu gaoxu whispered, "if Daming withdraws from Jiaozhi, what do you say about getting some diseases?"

"Not much!"

Fang woke up and saw that the prisoners were cutting trees in the same way as in slow motion. He waved his arm and said to Zhu gaoxu, "unless I can block the border between Guangxi and Yunnan, this move will return to Daming sooner or later. Also, Lord, aren't you afraid of being scolded by those literati?"

"I'm afraid of farts!"

Seeing that the knife used to command people to beat the prisoners who refused to work hard, Zhu gaoxu nodded with appreciation, and then stared and said, "do those corrupt scholars dare to scold the king?"

"They dare not face to face, but don't forget that literati have a habit, or some famous literati have a habit."

"What habit?" said Zhu gaoxu indifferently.

"They like to keep anthologies." Fang Xing said in a tangled way, "you may not dare to scold you face to face, but you can write it down in the anthologies behind your back and spread it to future generations. Lord, your reputation will stink."

This is not a lie. When you are a scum in the hearts of most literati, you will be recorded in all kinds of anthologies for years to come.

Zhu gaoxu said in surprise, "what about you? I don't think you're better!"

"I'm not afraid!"

Fang Xing said faintly, "the conclusion is written by the winner, but the final winner will never be them!"

Zhu gaoxu was confused and said he couldn't understand.

"Poof! Poof! Poof..."

The corpses were piled up one by one. The prisoners were indifferent at the beginning, but they were afraid to approach the higher corpse pile. Finally, they were forced to continue working under the knife and gun.

“******”

When the grand Beijing Temple took shape, the prisoners knelt on the ground and cried with tears.

"Fang Xing, are they sad or afraid?"

Zhu gaoxu had never seen Jingguan before, so he felt a little strange.

"Fear and fear!"

Fang woke up and asked Zhu gaoxu, "did you write this monument or did I write it?"

"You write."

Zhu gaoxu felt that Jingguan was just like this and had no interest at all.

Fang woke up and waved, and the Beijing temple was completed.

At this time, the sky had begun to 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 Beijing temple. An undiscovered head was blown out of its original appearance. Those white eyes looked straight at the Beijing temple stone.

……

The moonlight is dim tonight and the visibility is not high.

Several men were hurrying towards this side. One of them suddenly said, "the road is blocked."

Several men in the back followed up and saw a huge mound of earth by a little moonlight.

"Who did it? This road is our path!"

"Did the Ming people find our trace?"

"Impossible, we are proficient in Daming dialect, how can we be caught!"

"I'll have a look..."

A man walked over and tripped over a stone. He almost came to a dog to eat shit. He swearing turned and looked. It turned out to be a stone tablet.

"Light a torch."

When the torch was lit, a man handed the torch to the stone tablet and touched the round thing emerging from the mound with his hand.

The man squatting on the ground looked at the stone tablet carefully by the light of the torch, and murmured: "although the cross toes are not hairy... But Daming will be angry with thunder..."

"... kill undeserving officials and rein here, thinking that the latecomers should be admonished!"

"Ah..."

When the man saw this, he was standing upright with sweat and hair, and a scream came from behind, which scared him to sit on the ground.

"What's your name?"

"Ah..."

The man behind him made a sharper cry, and then he ran away without looking back in the dark.

"Is he crazy?"

The man picked up the torch on the ground, frowned and went to the mound.

The first thing I saw was a dark face with the same complexion as those cross toed farmers.

Look up, a pair of white and cold eyes are looking at him

The man breathed heavily. He covered his chest and turned his eyes slowly

The men also came over and looked at the torch in disbelief.

Because the mound is too big, you can see a lot of things sticking out.

A few people stumbled along and looked at it. One of them touched it and exclaimed, "it's an arm!"