Chapter 92 The medicine is so fuckingly powerful

The middle-aged man who looked like Lao Jun said that Fan San did not lie, and Fan Wencheng did not think that Fan San had any need to lie about this matter.

Even Fan San himself didn't think he was lying, because he was really telling the truth. As for those people who were Ming Jun, this was indeed what Dolar said, and he did not lie.

As for what clothes the opposite army wears and what weapons it uses, if these people don’t ask, he will naturally not say that he is threatened. Even if no one threatens him, Fan San will never answer other people’s questions unexpectedly.

"If the Ming army won such a big victory, there will definitely be a military report." Fan Wencheng took the lead in leaving Fan San's side, and he got an answer that made him not so uncomfortable.

The horse thief could not defeat more than a thousand Jianzhou warriors. This was how he judged it from the beginning. Now it seems that he is not wrong.

Through the deaths of more than a thousand soldiers, Fan Wencheng also proved that Prince Shuo Rui's judgment was correct. There was a third force in the area of ​​Guihua City, but this third force was actually pretended to be Lu Xiangsheng's subordinates.

It was Lu Xiangsheng who violated the military order of the Ministry of War to tighten the pass and not to launch border quarrels privately, and sent a large army to destroy the construction of Guihua City. The more than a thousand Jianzhou warriors were just to block the disaster for Guihua City.

Thinking of this, all mysteries can be solved. Now, as long as you obtain the content of the good news reported by Lu Xiangsheng to the Ming Dynasty, all the truth will be revealed to the world.

Fan Wencheng left, and the thin officer also left. Only Fan Xiaoshan remained in front of Fan San's bed and stared at Fan San in a flash.

"Master..." Fan Sancai called Master, and tears immediately rolled down.

Fan Xiaoshan remembered his son's broken body, and remembered that he didn't know how much pain he had to stab the thief on his son, and tears also oozed out of his eyes.

After a while, he said to Fan San: "How did you meet the young master?"

"Horse thief, horse thief, master, is a Mongolian horse thief, a Mongolian horse thief killed by heaven. The young man escaped from Chilechuan and walked all day and night. Finally, he found a broken house near Xiaodu Mountain and was about to rest there. Unexpectedly, Master, the young man actually saw the horse thief killing the young master and the others...

The little one couldn't help but shout, and the horse thieves chased after him. The little one had to turn around and run. The poor little one had been running for a day and a night. The horse thieves could run there, and they were caught by the horse thieves."

Fan Xiaoshan looked into Fan San's eyes and said, "Continue."

"When the young man was caught, the young master and Mr. Huiyue's servant fell to the ground. The young man desperately called the young master, but the young master was just lying on the ground without any movement..."

Fan San said in tears, and Fan Xiaoshan also burst into tears. He couldn't help but swallowed even more and couldn't speak.

"Master, the horse thief tied me to a tree and whipped me with a whip, scalded me with fire, and cut my flesh and bleeding, saying that this would attract wolf...Master, the young master's body was lying in front of me, and a wolf lay on it licked blood... It's so miserable... The young man broke away the rope and didn't dare to stay for too long. He carried the young master's body and ran away. Master... The young man couldn't run anymore, so he dragged the young master's body back, and got out if he couldn't climb...Master, the young man brought the young master's body back to you...

Master... I almost couldn't go home..."

Fan San's words all talked about Fan Xiaoshan's pain. When he thought that his son, who had always been afraid of pain, was so abused by the dead Mongolian horse thieves, and his body was almost fed to the wolf, Fan Xiaoshan finally couldn't help crying.

When he cried, the whole house started to cry. Several women entered Fan San's house without hesitation. Fan Wenfang's mother Zhan fainted twice. When she woke up again, she took off a jade bracelet from her wrist and placed it next to Fan San's pillow, sobbing and saying thank you.

"Recover your injuries well. After your injuries are healed, go to the outside house to do a manager." Fan Xiaoshan really didn't want to see Fan San, a slave who always reminded him of sad things, and just wanted to send him away.

Once the matter is clear, Fan San’s value no longer exists.

First, Fan Wencheng took the officer away, and then Fan Xiaoshan also left. Fan Xiaoshan left and the servant who served Fan San also left. When the doctor saw that Fan San had no intention of giving him the bracelet, he left with the medicine box on his back.

Just when Fan San thought he could sleep for two more days in this room without leaking air or rain, a small manager came in and directed his dull parents to carry him out of the room.

Lieing back on the thatched kang that he was familiar with, Fan San felt very comfortable.

Looking at the two old men who could only cry, the old woman said, "Why are you crying? Am I not dead?"

The honest Fan Er quickly wiped his tears with his sleeves and said, "It's good to come back, it's good to come back."

Fan San looked down at the jade bracelet in his hand, handed it to his mother and said, "Give it back to the third lady, we can't afford such things."

The mother lowered her head and said, "The woman in charge said the same thing, saying that the master is polite. We servants should know how to advance and retreat. We cannot let the master spend money like this, and we will lose our family."

Fan San coughed and said, "I know, we are children. It's funny to say that we are all the master's family wealth. It's really useless to accept family wealth, and it makes no sense.

I returned it to the third lady, and I went now, and said that I didn’t touch the bracelets, they were all wrapped in cloth.”

Watching her mother leave with the bracelet, Fan San remembered for no reason the beautiful boy who gave him ten taels of silver.

"My life is worth at least ten taels of silver."

Fan San looked at the fish hook-like Xia Xinyue outside the window and said to herself.

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"Lu Xiangsheng killed Jiannu Dolar Jiala at the Xiaoyaotan Formation of Datong Prefecture?"

Hong Chengchou, who was originally lying on the sickbed, hummed and hummed, heard the military newspaper and turned over and stood up barefoot.

"This is impossible!"

Hong Chengchou screamed, and suddenly saw Yun Zhao who seemed to be smiling, and pointed at him and said, "Tell me, what's going on?"

Yun Zhao said: "The military newspaper said it very clearly. Lu Shuai was in Datong Xiaoyaotan!"

Hong Chengchou looked at Yun Zhao and immediately came to the front of the map. He compared the distance from Datong City to Xiaoyaotan with his fingers, and shouted at Yun Zhao: "Chilechuan? Datong City is more than 400 miles away from Chilechuan. If Lu Xiangsheng wants to kill these 1,200 Jiannu subjugated soldiers, he would not be able to do it without more than 6,000 troops.

The slave chief had already gathered troops in Kaiping Guard and was about to knock on the gate at any time. At this time, where did Lu Xiangsheng dare to send heavy troops to escape from the city and fight against Jiannu in a place four hundred miles away?

He also sank completely to destroy this group of Jiannu.

Yun Zhao, do you think I am a fool?"

Yun Zhao stood up angrily and shouted, "You are jealous of the virtuous and jealous of the capable. Lu Shuai has built the heads of 1,199 Jiannu in Datong Mansion into Jingguan. I'm waiting for you jealous and jealous of the virtuous and jealous of the virtuous and jealous of the virtuous and jealous of the virtuous and jealous of the virtuous and jealous of the virtuous and jealous of the virtuous and jealous of the virtuous and jealous of the virtuous and jealous of the virtuous and jealous of the virtuous and jealous of the virtuous and jealous of the virtuous and jealous of the virtuous and jealous of the virtuous and jealous of the virtuous and jealous of the virtuous and jealous of the virtuous and jealous of

Hong Chengchou had already calmed down completely and spread his hands and said, "Okay, Lu Shuai is good, Lu Shuai is so good, Lu Shuai is so good, Lu Shuai is so good, don't dance.

I, Hong Chengchou, thought I was not as good as me, and was amazed. When I saw Lu Shuai again, my family would definitely prostrate myself to Lu Shuai.

The question is whether you have thought about it. At this time, you framed Lu Shuai and would you still let him live?

Do you know that Your Majesty is eager for victory and is eager for the devil's obstacles? Now, Lu Shuai suddenly took 1,200 Jiannu heads to show His Majesty. Are you not afraid that the medicine of the medicine is too strong, making Your Majesty not knowing the east, south, west and north, and think that the great opportunity to counterattack Jiannu is right in front of you?"

Yun Zhao shook his head and said, "It's just one thousand two hundred Jiannu heads..."

Hong Chengchou rolled his eyes and said, "There are only one thousand and two hundred Jiannu heads? How many Jiannu did you think General Yuan Chonghuan killed in Ningyuan?

Two hundred!

How many people do you think died in the battle between Sarhu and Jiannu?

The number of casualties is less than 5,000. Remember, the number of casualties is less than 5,000. According to the old example of five wounded soldiers killing one, there are only a thousand people who died in the battlefield in Jiannu!

Let me tell me, are you sure these heads are from real Jiannu, without their Pikanu?”

Yun Zhao said: "Their leader is Doral, and Hailancha is said to be a noble among the Jiannu. This person is under his command of three Niu Luezhen from his clan, so..."
Chapter completed!