Chapter 1751

"I'm lost..."

Fang woke up and got off his horse. The sun pierced the fog and shone on his smiling face. He looked very nervous.

The two harelites also dismounted. They were holding long knives, but Fang Xing was empty handed

No, he has a little thing in his hand.

"Kneel down! Kneel down!"

Fang Xing shook his head, raised his right hand slowly, smiled and said, "I don't understand!"

"Bang!"

Poop!

One man fell to the ground. The remaining Hari looked at the smoking thing in Fang Xing's hand. He was stunned, but he didn't run away. He rushed over with a loud shout.

"Bang!"

……

"The Scouts of the Ming army began to work hard."

Wu en was a little worried. "He lost more than 30 people in one morning. This is the Revenge of the Ming army. It seems that yesterday's action worked."

The servant was looking at the map, and the simple lines were scratched by his fingers. Smelling the speech, he said, "the dog jumped over the wall, but we are not afraid. It's best to attack with a large army. I said that as long as they take the initiative to attack, we will have a chance."

Wu en looked at the simple map and said casually, "if you attack, there should be news at the moment. It seems that the demon God has not lost his cool."

Pu Gu carefully took the map into his arms, yawned and said, "I was waiting for the latest news last night. According to his good nature, he should act immediately and look for us crazily... But there was no movement from the Ming army today, which is strange."

"We should strengthen our sentry, and when should we send someone?"

Servant Gu asked seemingly inadvertently.

Wu en looked outside the tent. The noon sun gently waved on the trampled path, and the tender grass on both sides swayed gently in the breeze, as if longing for rain and dew.

"Ha lie is a fragile grass at this time. Pu Gu, ha lie will never regain its glory again, and you and Daming have caught us in the middle. If you want to attack Daming or Daming wants to attack you, ha lie will bear the brunt. What do you want us to do?"

Wu en looked at Fu Gu and said faintly, "if you desperately want to provoke the Ming people and let them attack, the best thing is to start an army and enlist the Ming emperor. In this way, the meat fan will have ten years of peace, and you will be the hero of the meat fan. And I will be ha lie's sinner. Fu Gu, tell me... Should we be friends or enemies."

The servant Gu looked outside the tent, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had been dazzled by the light.

"We... After the defeat of Harley, there is no possibility of threatening our country. You should know that."

Pu Gu said seriously, "we are friends because we have a common enemy. We have great enemies in the West. We can't look east until we get rid of them."

He pondered for a moment and said sincerely, "I won't hide it from you. We need ha lie to resist for a long time... Or to block the steps of Ming people for a long time, so no matter how we say it, we won't harm you. It's hurting others and not benefiting ourselves."

He looked into Wuen's eyes and said frankly, "you lost, we feel bad, that's it."

Wu en's eyes were a little confused, but after a moment, they became fierce: "I am a loser. I was exiled to Yili to stare at the Ming people. Although I hate my brother, Haley is my hometown. Fugu, if meat fans sell Haley, you will wait for countless hateful Haley people to surrender to the Ming people, and then sweep you!"

"I believe."

From the beginning of fooling to Wuen, Fugu was constantly making up for the crack left by his lying, but the crack increased with Wuen's continuous awakening.

"Yes, our country can't afford you to join the Ming army, so I'm not so stupid. Let's join hands and teach the Ming people a lesson. As for the army expedition, I went to the capital of the Ming people this time and found that there were deep contradictions between their civil and military, and the emperor seemed to have some problems, so they wouldn't attack wantonly."

Wuen only felt a blank in his mind. He looked out and said calmly: "the place of Ming people is good. If the two countries are not hostile, I want to see it. It's good to be a businessman, at least I don't have to bear so much..."

"You lost your fighting spirit, une!"

Servant Gu shook his head and said disappointed, "cheer up. If you don't want to continue to bear responsibility, give your men and horses to me. I'll command them and stir up the Ming people."

Wun looked up and smiled, "that's what you want, isn't it?"

Pu Gu also smiled and said, "yes! But you never give me a chance."

They smiled at each other and felt that the atmosphere was finally harmonious.

……

"These poor crazy guys!"

In the afternoon, Fang woke up and approached the side of the coalition camp, less than ten miles away.

The two war horses have been placed more than three miles behind him. He has placed a lot of horse materials in the hope of retaining them, otherwise he can only get a motorcycle to go crazy.

The setting sun on the grassland was magnificent. Fang woke up, got a tent, and then got an alcohol stove with a pot.

On the way ahead, he killed three groups of scouts, but he couldn't get here. Although he avoided several groups of people by relying on the warehouse, he could not move forward, otherwise, under the encirclement of the army, the first fairy in the world would appear.

In a small pot, there are a pot of noodles with pimples, red carrot slices, cabbage and mutton rolls.

There are too many chili noodles, and the pot looks red. Those pimples on the face vibrated gently in the thick soup, and the fragrance slowly came out.

Fang Xingxing put some soy sauce and salt, stirred it, and then began the picnic.

There is a layer of soup wrapped around the pimples on the face. It tastes delicious. If you bite it in, the face fragrance will mix in. It feels like... Taotie will be born again.

After eating, taking advantage of the heat, Fang woke up, got a cross-country bike out and went all the way to the coalition camp.

…….

There is no wolf howling. In this weather, wolves can't find food, and scouts often pass by. If wolves dare to stay, they will become wolf fur coats.

Fang Xing was wrapped in a cotton coat and bumped hard on the grassland.

"Oh!"

The result of riding at night was that he couldn't see the road. A small pit made Fang wake up and fall out.

"Shit!"

Fang Xing's whole body was wrapped. Although he was not scratched, he had many pain on his body.

Fang Xing turned over and lay on the grass panting.

Above the sky, the stars are bright and dark, gray.

Three miles behind him was the coalition camp. Fang woke up and was not ready to move forward. He took a break and got up to check his cross-country bike.

"Good quality! Where is it made?"

Fang Xing brought out a small flashlight. When he saw the familiar inscription, he couldn't help feeling that some time and space were reversed.

Lying on the grass, wrapped his coat tightly and put on his cotton hat, Fang woke up thinking about the world at the moment.

Daming's goods are luxury goods to the outside world. The arrival of Zheng He's fleet is just an introduction. Daming's silk, porcelain and tea... These goods have made the outside world regard Daming as a fairyland.

But today, there is still no way out for Daming's goods. The military dependents' village of jubaoshanwei uses advanced textile machines to produce a large number of cloth every year, which can still only be sold in China.

Fang Xing doesn't like the model of tribute trade, and the risk of liberalizing the sea ban is also not small.

Once the sea is out of control, the consequences will be greater than the harm of the three Wanli expeditions.

"We must build a strong navy!"

As the night grew darker, Fang woke up and fell asleep.

After sleeping for less than two hours, Fang woke up cold.

……

Fugu also woke up.

He couldn't sleep. He had little sleep since he was alone.

Quietly out of the tent, Fugu felt the cold.

There are tents around, snoring one after another, which makes the servant Gu think of his own home in meat fan's country.

Tent is the symbol of nomadic people, and nomadism represents instability.

Pu Gu looked at the night sky and walked in the camp with his hands down.

Not long after walking, footsteps came from behind.

"Can't you sleep?"

"Yes, I always feel that the demon God will not let us go easily."

Fugu breathed out and watched the white fog slowly dissipate in the air. He said, "in meat fans, tents are rare. If you want to be strong, you must fix them. Look at Meng Yuan. When it is strong, it sweeps the world, but it is nomadic after all, and it can't last."

"Do you explain people? But they will decline and be slaughtered every hundreds of years. We also learned, so we built houses everywhere in Hari. Samarkand was prosperous in trade at that time. What can we get?"

Wu en said somewhat depressed: "the Ming emperor defeated us in World War I. their population is endless and can recruit countless soldiers, and what we lack is population. Even if there is, how can we feed them?"

Pu Gu said with a smile, "plunder first and farm later. As long as you farm, you can continuously increase the population. The grassland is too barren."

"Yes, the grassland can't support too many people..."