The afterglow of the sunset, the setting shines on the slope.

The east wind is rustling, and the reeds are low.

Originally, the place where dogs bark and ducks sing, the smoke from the cooking house became a Shura field.

The noble man Fusang suddenly felt something, and immediately got off the slide rod and took two steps forward, "Tiger Qianyu, play the flute." The person who served behind him quickly took out a green flute from his arms and put it on his lips...

Pulling out the folding fan from the waist, spreading it out loud, the noble man slowly stretched out to cover his forehead, lifted it with one knee, spread his left hand in front of his eyes, and pushed it out in the gap between his five fingers, from time to time, someone was slashed and blood shot out...

"Yiyou--" The nobleman took a tone, and the sound of the flute beside him was clear, and the nobleman danced gracefully.

The dance in the yelling and chasing, with a cruel beauty,

Kang Fei waved his knife, put one foot on the ground, poking out a deep pit, and stopped killing.

When he stopped in an emergency, everyone following him was stunned and stood behind Kang Fei. Sha Baoliang hurried forward, "Why are you young master..." Kang Fei said angrily: "Speak human words."

"I mean, why don't the little master kill me?"

"Are you blind?" Kang Fei pointed in front of him, and Sha Baoliang set up a pergola and saw, "Oh! Someone danced across the street... He scratched his head immediately, "Mr., you scholars are different from us, and the Japanese pirates on the street must be scholars, otherwise why would they dance!"

Kang Fei was almost angry and fell to his senses. Damn, you are just a scholar, your whole family is a scholar... Besides, am I talking about dancing? Are you blind? There are so many black and thick muskets in front of you.

The old general Zhang Huan, who was stabbing steadily behind, slid to him with the reins. The old general was sweating profusely and his arms were trembling. After all, he was eighty years old and was working hard to draw the bow. Looking at the opposite side, his face was solemn, "This is really a wu, I'm afraid it's not easy to chew..."

The two sides were in a stalemate at the bay, and the smoke had not yet dissipated, and the sound of the flute was melodious...

With a bang, Lin Chengteng, who was moored on the water of the Wanzi, was watching the game in a small stool, stood up and reached out to slap the boat. "The silly girl pinched her and jumped on... These Fusang people are not reliable."

Li Bald Head next to him touched his newly shaved bald head, "It's not my race! Besides, he is a Fusang tribute envoy. I heard that he is still an illegitimate son of the general's family. It's not normal for us to come from mud legs. Otherwise... let's get on the sail..."

Li Baitou meant that although he had not attacked Yangzhou City, it was a world of flowers, but he had already robbed a ticket anyway. At this time, it was the peak of the river's tide. Why not just follow the tide and go back to the river? Where to grab it? The brave ticket on the shore is not afraid, but the young man in the lead is really an enemy of thousands of people. After seeing the ghost, the prosperous place like Yangzhou can actually give birth to such a powerful general.

As the saying goes, a soldier is timid, and a general is timid. On the other hand, it is also possible. A soldier is brave and a general is timid. Otherwise, since ancient times, why have you sighed that it is easy to get a general?

Seeing the young man who used a Japanese sword on the shore so bravely, Li Bald couldn't help but give in.

Lin Cheng glanced at him and snorted, "I think you were killed in Shuangyu... No matter how fierce that young man is, can he withstand the musket? Can he withstand the Folang machine cannon? You stopped even if you didn't see him, aren't you just afraid of the musket? You are really useless. The Folang machine mercenary was unable to hold it in his hand but was collected by the Fusang people..."

Li Guangtou's face turned red and he wanted to refute it, but when he was in Shuangyu, this guy was a character like a white paper fan. Shuangyu was broken, and he had even fewer people under his command. If Lin Cheng had not been from Fujian, he might not have liked him much. After all, he was a half-way brother rather than a good man... So Li Guangtou actually knew his position under Lin Cheng's command, so he could only pinch his nose and remain silent.

A ship owner next to him interrupted, "Li Baldhead is also cautious, but the boy on the shore is really fierce...Li Baldhead, we are not afraid of him. As the saying goes, gods are also afraid of a flash of smoke. I see that he is brave enough to be brave. Then we will use guns to hit him..."

"That's right, I don't believe it. Can he still withstand the iron gun?"

Most of the dozen ship owners were not willing to retreat. They finally came to Yangzhou and did not rob a ticket, wouldn’t it be a big loss? As for the loss of war, there are no one who can’t die in the war? As long as the ship is here, they will wave back to Fujian, and there will be a poor man who is willing to eat this bowl of blood-licking food at the edge of the knife.

While the argument was taking place, someone next to him reported, "Mao Haifeng is here."

Lin Cheng snorted, "Stop quarrel. Wang Zhi's godson has arrived. He is a local snake. Let's hear what he says."

While speaking, a man in his twenties came over, with no need, a fair face, a crepe robe, and a square scarf on his head. If it weren't for the fact that he was tied with two Japanese knives, one long and one short, those who saw him would definitely think he was a scholar who was well-read in poetry and books at first sight.

"Haifeng has met you all uncles." The young man bowed a lot. Most of the ten shipowners and leaders didn't like him. Because everyone was born in hardships and wandered on the sea all day long, the sun was tanned. However, this guy was pretty and a scholar. Everyone came from different backgrounds, and they just liked each other.

Someone said sarcastically: "We dare not be your uncle from Mao Haifeng. When Zhu Dutang saw you, he might as well call you as his son-in-law. Shuangyu Island will not be destroyed... That is, we are a rude man and can't afford to be..."

The young man smiled slightly, and the corners of his mouth bent, and there was a dimpled person, which was indeed a good skin.

He raised his leg and took out a Fusang folding fan from his boot. He spread it out and set up a pergola on his forehead. Looking at the Fusang nobleman on the shore, he said to himself: "This nobleman is the blood heir of Fusang Ashiriko Kawa, the leader of Uesugi Kanto, and the leader of the shogun General Yoshiharu came to the Ming Dynasty to pay tribute. This dance is really beautiful, and I am fascinated by it!"

"What kind of male and female are from the countryside? We are born in the countryside and don't understand." A shipowner said in a muffled voice, "Mao Haifeng, what do you want to say, just say it."

"Okay." The young man turned around and looked at the shipowners, "We half flatter and half hostage. We finally asked them to go with us and left like this. Wouldn't we be a big loss?"

"What else can I do? Otherwise, I'll ask you Mao Haifeng to go ashore and fight the young man with the tough guy?" Although the other shipowner didn't want to leave, he was not willing to give Mao Haifeng face and deliberately mocked him.

The young man suddenly laughed and slapped his cheek with a fan a few times. If Kang Fei was present, he would definitely complain about [Wen fan breasts, Wu fan belly, pretending to fan the head]

"Uncles," the young man shouted, and bowed to Lin Cheng again, "Grand Commander... you probably don't read history..."

The shipowners were furious and shouted, "Silly girl... I can't afford to read books..." Lin Cheng's face was not good either. "Haifeng, if you want to have any ideas, just say it."

The young man smiled, closed the fan and knocked it on his hand, "It's so good for the commander and all uncles to rest assured that my godfather has entered Yangzhou City at this moment."

"What?" Lin Cheng immediately widened his eyes, "Be serious?"

"Of course I dare not deceive the commander." The young man pursed his lips and smiled, "Zhu Qi, the deputy deputy of Yangzhou Guards in Yangzhou City, had no money to attack his post in Beijing. It was my godfather who sponsored him a large sum of money..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Cheng slapped the boat gang hard, "Okay, okay, everyone, Mingjin will withdraw the troops, let's discuss carefully how to directly break through Yangzhou City and steal his mother."

"Brother, my subordinates are good at catching small boats, so I'll be the pioneer." One ship owner jumped out and shouted impatiently, and another ship owner next to him glared at him, "Why? Are I not good at catching small boats under me?"

Dangdangdangdangdangdangdang.

A gong was knocked on the top of the big ship, and the remaining Japanese pirates on the shore jumped into the water and swam up the ship.

Mao Haifeng patted the palm of his hand with a folding fan. He glanced at the shipowners at the corner of his eyes, and a trace of disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth. He thought that these rough embryos only knew how to grab them, but did not understand the principle of doing business smoothly. If he could use the name of Fusang tribute envoy to force the court to reopen the Maritime Warehouse Department, it would be a mountain of gold and silver...

On the shore, Kang Fei saw that the opponent had finished dancing the dance, thinking that if he was rushing to the opponent's formation, he might not be able to rush. After all, there were really a group of mobs under his command. The veterans in armor seemed to be good, but the number of people was small, and the number of them was indeed too old.

General Zhang also hesitated. He felt that he was not afraid of death, but not afraid of death and deliberately dying were two different things.

Relying on a group of untrained volunteers and salt tutors to attack the opponent's rigorous formation, there are spears outside and muskets inside. No matter how you look at it, how can you not be reliable?
Chapter completed!