Chapter 91 The Honest Fan San

The scarred Fan San was climbing back to Zhangjiakou. He was tied to his waist with a rope tied to his waist. A sled made of branches tied to the other end of the rope. On the sled was Fan Xiaoshan's youngest son Fan Wenfang.

When people saw them, both Fan Wenfang's body and Fan San's wounds were covered with flies.

Fan Xiaoshan almost fainted when he saw this scene.

Fan Wenfang was his son whom he had high hopes for. This time, he asked his son to transport supplies to Jianzhou in order to pave a way for his son. He started from childhood when he entered the Qing Dynasty. After the Qing Dynasty was successful, Fan Wenfang could also rise and finally become the pillar of the Fan family in the Qing Dynasty.

Now it's all over. My son has met a bandit, and it seems that the caravan that escorted goods has been wiped out.

Fan San's appearance in such a embarrassing appearance made Fan Xiao's mountain soul fly out of the sky.

You should know that the three Jianzhou warriors who set out with Fan San were the entire three Niulu!

He may still understand that something happened to Fan Wenfang, but Fan Xiaoshan could not understand that Fan San appeared here in such a embarrassing manner.

A bucket of ice water poured on Fan San's unconscious body. Fan San slowly opened his eyes, saw Fan Xiaoshan's urgent eyes, and squirmed with his lips, "Master, we are ambushed..."

"What ambushed?"

"Whose ambush was caught?"

"Where did the Jianzhou army go?"

Fan Xiaoshan's series of anxious words did not make Fan San more awake. Fan San opened his mouth and fainted again with a loud voice.

After pouring two buckets of ice water, Fan San was still silent. After touching Fan San's pulse, the doctor said with a slight feeling: "I'm having a high fever and exhausted. If I can't wake up in three days, I will never wake up."

Fan Xiaoshan knew that at this time, Fan San could not be killed by any means, so he said to the doctor: "Save him, if you cannot save him, you will be punished for your life."

When the doctor heard Fan Xiaoshan say this, he shivered all over and asked someone to carry Fan San into the Fan family compound in a hurry.

The Jianzhou army was unknown, so Fan Xiaoshan had no time to pay attention to the corpse of his already stinky son. The loud crying of the women made him even more irritable, and he stomped his feet and roared: "What are you howling, you will cry!"

After entering the inner house, Fan Wencheng's face was as gloomy as water...

"Did that servant wake up?"

Fan Xiaoshan shook his head and said, "Only one breath is left. If this breath cannot be raised, no one will know about the disappearance of the thousand troops in Jianzhou."

Fan Wencheng said: "This is impossible. There are more than a thousand people and more than a thousand warriors. It is impossible for them to disappear silently.

Give your servant a lot of medicine, and I want him to wake up immediately."

Fan Xiaoshan shook his head and said, "It's useless. There is no movement when the two buckets of ice water are poured down. A certain family knows some medical principles. Such people are basically dead. Those who want to survive depend on luck."

Fan Wencheng supported his hands on the table and whispered: "He must come alive, he must come alive, otherwise more than a thousand Jianzhou warriors would die inexplicably, and you and I would not be able to bear it.

At least, we must tell Prince Shuorui clearly what happened, otherwise we will die without a place to bury it.”

Fan Xiaoshan said: "I don't understand. The Jianzhou Warriors you mentioned are not those useless swordsmen in my caravan.

I believe that they were robbed by horse thieves. If you want to say that more than a thousand fully armed Jianzhou warriors were killed by horse thieves, I don’t believe that.

Wait a little longer, maybe there will be people coming back.”

Fan Wencheng sat back down and his hands trembled as he picked up the tea bowl, making the tea bowl rustle.

Fan Xiaoshan didn't believe that more than a thousand Jiannu's army was killed by horse thieves, so Fan Wencheng naturally didn't believe that even a giant bandit like Li Hongji and Zhang Bingzhong would be impossible to kill more than a thousand fully armed Jianzhou warriors.

Not to mention, there are more than a thousand cavalrymen, and they can run away if they can't beat them... This is on the Mongolian grassland, not a dangerous place like hills and hills...

On the first day, nothing happened. The three sides of the style were as bright as gold paper, and the air was as bright as a fancy spring. The merchants in Zhangjiakou were in full swing, and they were as prosperous as yesterday.

Fan Wencheng Ru's old donkey was spinning around, and Fan Xiaoshan was guarding Zhangjiakou Pass and looked through the autumn water.

The next day, nothing happened, and Fan San's breathing became smooth and improved greatly. However, outside Zhangjiakou, there were still no dilapidated Jianzhou cavalry appearing on the horizon, and no Jianzhou cavalry with bright armor and radiant weapons appeared in people's eyes.

Fan Wencheng was drunk for three drinks and was not drunk, and white hair appeared on Fan Xiaoshan's sideburns.

On the third day, Fan Wencheng stood in front of Fan San's bed with alcohol. Fan Xiaoshan buried his son's broken body and also came to Fan San's bed.

The sun sets, and the Fan Courtyard, which is like a cloud of servants, is like a dead city.

The moon was like a hook, and Fan San opened his eyes.

"Feed him a bowl of ginseng soup."

Fan Wencheng calmed down and did not ask Fan San in a hurry. He already knew that more than 1,000 troops in Jianzhou might not be able to return, and urging Fan San at this time was useless.

After drinking a bowl of ginseng soup, Fan San's tears fell down before he could open his mouth.

Fan Wencheng turned his body and asked in a deep voice: "Fan San, where is the army?"

Fan San squirmed his lips and looked at Fan Xiaoshan timidly. Fan Xiaoshan said lightly: "Speak out everything you know, the more detailed the better."

Fan San then whispered: "We were ambushed."

"who?"

"The Datong Prefecture official army is a huge crowd of people."

"This is impossible!" Fan Wencheng's voice became sharp.

Fan San whispered: "This is what General Doral said, and he also said that he finally met a group of real Ming people."

"Whose flag was the Ming army on the opposite side fighting?"

Fan San shook his head and said, "I don't know, General Doral rushed over with the army just happily."

"Is it so sloppy?"

Fan San said with a sad face: "One of us rushed forward without leaving, three cow records were compiled into three teams, leaving six of us who could not fight in the end. There was no way, so we had to follow. Then a cannon was bombarded on the opposite side, and my horse was killed by an iron ball, and I fell to the ground. The musket on the opposite side was like a firecracker. The little one got into the marmot cave."

Fan Wencheng gritted his teeth and said, "Did you see the person on the other side clearly?"

Fan San thought for a while and said, "No, there are only a large row of wooden boards with big iron nails. Oh, there are wheels below. I saw Wuda Niuluezhen rushing to the big board, and then hit the big board with a hammer. Then he was pierced by a long spear that came out of the gap in the wooden board. He even picked it up and went behind the board."

Fan Wencheng's eyes fell on a thin middle-aged man, and he heard the middle-aged man say: "Arson, musket, spear, side van, Ming army equipment."

“How many people are there across the street?”

Fan San shook his head and said, "I don't know, I only heard General Doral shouting: I'll die here today..."

The thin middle-aged man sighed and said, "This is no way out. There are the most enemy troops in front of him, but it is also the only way to live. Only by drilling through the enemy's formation can you have a way out. Such military orders are not new in the army.

If you want to surround my Jianzhou army, and without more than eight times the enemy, Doral would not do this."

Fan Wencheng asked again: "Why don't you abide by military orders and fight to the death?"

Fan San looked at Fan Xiaoshan and saw that Fan Xiaoshan had no expression on his face, he whispered: "At that time, General Doral had been dismissed and failed the first charge. The muskets on the opposite side were like fried beans. The warriors in Jianzhou rushed to a distance of fifty steps from the enemy formation and were killed or injured.

General Doral led the Jianzhou warriors who had dropped their horses to attack on foot, and was shot by someone's musket so hard that they couldn't raise their heads. At this time, General Doral continued to rush forward with the Ming army's bullets. The young man saw him with his own eyes that he was hit. Seeing that he was unable to climb over the big wooden board, General Doral shot an arrow. Well, it was a sound arrow. The Jianzhou warriors who were gathering again behind to continue the attack heard the sound arrow, gave up their formation and left in all directions.

The little one had no horses and could not catch up with them, so he had to rush into the marmot cave to hide."

The thin middle-aged man said, "What kind of arrow is it?"

Fan San smiled bitterly and said, "What do you ask me to say?"

The middle-aged man said to his servants, "Get my arrow pouch."

After a while, the servant brought the arrow bag. The thin middle-aged man took the longbow and raised his hand and shot a sound arrow. He asked Fan San: "Is that true?"

Fan San shook his head and said, "Not this, the voice seems to be sharper."

The middle-aged man nodded and raised his hand and shot another arrow, then looked at Fan San.

Fan San continued to shake his head and said, "The voice is not that short."

The middle-aged man shot another arrow, and Fan San immediately said: "It's this sound."

The thin middle-aged man sighed and said to Fan Wencheng: "This arrow is shot to inform his subordinates. He doesn't need to pay attention to the life and death of the commander and the general, and flee in all directions... Before the time of despair, there will be no such military order.

This dog slave didn't lie."
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