Bring the whole war back to Nanming

Chapter 15

"Your surname is Fang, don't push yourself too hard!" Zhang Kexian was furious, and his finger pointing at Fang Xiaobai kept trembling.

Fang Xiaobai shrugged helplessly, threw the silver in his hand into the box, spread his hands, and said calmly: "Fang Xiaobai is also a real person, and I won't do those deeds that make things worse, I will settle it with you." Once this debt is settled, it’s not too late for you to get angry.”

Ignoring Zhang Kexian's accusation, he continued to add: "First, your son ordered someone to hack me with a knife. Although my body was not harmed, it left an indelible wound on my young heart. I call it mental damages."

What kind of compensation is this?Are you deliberately making things difficult for me?
"Secondly, as the mastermind behind the scenes, you sent a housekeeper to use money as a bait, and it is not good for me to hire a killer for money. If it weren't for the fact that I was not feeling well at the time, I might have been murdered by you. In addition, the time spent traveling back and forth has to be compensated. Bar?"

"You fart, why do you say that I hired a killer to kill you without evidence!" It is a matter of his face to expose him in front of so many people, and he can't admit it even if he is killed, unless he doesn't want to be in Yangzhou Got mixed up in the officialdom.

Fang Xiaobai pursed his lips, and thought to himself: Just pretend, you can pretend, it depends on how thick-skinned you are. "Well, it's justifiable for you to pay for murder. After all, I arrested your son. I don't know if you have heard the saying that time is money?"

Zhang Kexian avoided talking about it, he has seen it, it turns out that there are many people in this world who are more shameless than him, if he picks up the words, he will inevitably get another wave of blood.

"Don't think that I won't blackmail you if you don't speak up! I won't go around with you, and prepare 5 taels of silver, rounding up the whole number, and I will let your family reunite!"

Good guy, this time I don't even need a fig leaf, just say blackmail.Zhang Kexian wants to cry but has no tears: "If you want money, you want life!"

Hard enough!Man, Fang Xiaobai backed away calmly, ordered the scattered imperial swordsmen to gather around him, and blocked Zhang Kexian and other Ming officials and soldiers on their way back.

"Since we can't agree, let's meet Zhenzhang! Imperial swordsmen! Formation!"

A thousand imperial swordsmen spread out to both sides with Fang Xiaobai as the center, and ten hundred-man phalanxes changed their formations in an orderly manner under the surprised eyes of the Ming Dynasty officers and soldiers.

It stands to reason that when the two armies are at war, especially in the era of cold weapons, the formation has a great bonus to combat, such as Zhuge Kongming's gossip formation.At this time, the formation of the imperial swordsmen has not yet been formed. If there are officers in the Ming army who are proficient in the art of war, they will definitely attack quickly and disrupt the formation of the army led by Fang Xiaobai.

However, the fact is just the opposite. The Ming army foolishly watched the imperial swordsmen change their formations and remained indifferent. How much heart must it have?Or think that Fang Xiaobai is just joking?

The imperial swordsmen slapped their shields with short swords in their hands, making provocative sounds. Some pointed their middle fingers at the Ming army, and some made faces at the Ming army, without paying attention to the 500 Ming army at all.

"It's unreasonable, but the little bandit dared to offend Mr. Tongsan. Brothers, let's teach them a lesson and vent our anger for Mrs. Tongsan!"

"Exactly, what Hu Ba always said is right, little lake bandits, nothing to worry about, we will kill them for a while, Master Zhang, look forward to it!"

Several Ming army generals looked confident, but they were just armchair warriors. In order to please Zhang Kexian, they did not even put up a formation, and led their men to rush into the formation in a chaotic manner.

"Soldiers of the Empire! Remember the oath when you enlisted? For Sigma, for the emperor, follow me!"

Fang Xiaobai was wearing gothic armor, and when he ran, the armor on his body made a crisp metal collision sound.

As a good and law-abiding young man in later generations, let alone fighting since he was a child, he didn't even swear at others, but now he is taking the lead in the charge, which was unthinkable in the past.

The two armies collided, and Fang Xiaobai, who took the lead in the charge, was the first to be unlucky. He had hardly trained well in his previous life. He didn't sharpen his gun before the battle, and was knocked to the ground by the Ming army in an instant. It could kill him half.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Boris hurriedly pulled Fang Xiaobai who was lying on the ground out of the ring, and dragged him to the back: "My lord, are you all right?" Shaking Fang Xiaobai's body, he saw that he was still in a mess, with a bulging head. The appearance of Xing Xing couldn't wake up for a while, and the battle over there still needed to be commanded, so he had no choice but to order the idle swordsman to take care of him, and turned back into the battlefield.

The compact formation of the imperial swordsmen failed to take advantage of the Ming army. Some officers and soldiers of the Ming army charged too hard and went deep into the center of the front line. They had no chance to show their personal bravery, and their heads fell to the ground in front of dozens of daggers.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Imperial swordsmen, the backbone of humanity in the Warhammer World of the Middle Ages, in the old world, from Kivris in the north to resist the Norsca Legion, to Avi in ​​the south to prevent the greenskin army from going north, they are all fighting against aliens The main force of the game, they are only the first-level arms in the game, and they also have their own pride.

Fang Xiaobai fell into a coma, and Boris took over the command. While ordering the swordsmen to maintain their formation, he carried the rune sword led by Mi Deng to kill all directions among the Ming army crowd.

The rune sword exudes a palpitating atmosphere. Every time the sword is swung, it can always take away the lives of one or two Ming officers and soldiers. All the way, no matter whether it is armor made of fine iron or weapons made of meteorite, it can't stop Bao. Rees strikes a sword, and in his one eye, the flames of battle are blazing, killing a person in ten steps, and never staying behind for a thousand miles. These words are the most appropriate to evaluate the current Boris.

Soon, the Ming army could no longer hold on, relying solely on its bravery, it would not last long anyway, and the decline became more and more obvious. The leaders of the team felt more and more depressed. If this continues, there are only two options to choose. One is to die in battle, the right is to be loyal to the country, and the other is to raise one's hand to surrender, perhaps leaving a dog's life behind.

It's not that they never thought of attacking Boris, but when they saw several officers and soldiers hacking Boris's armor without leaving any white marks, and then looked at their own weapons, they immediately dismissed the idea.

There were fewer and fewer Ming officers and soldiers who resisted, and more and more bandits surrounded them. Several greedy for life and fear of death made the general decision, dropped their weapons and squatted down to surrender.

Zhang Kexian had already expected such an outcome, but he did not expect that the Ming army would be so impatient. The number of casualties of the Ming army was less than three digits. Is this the same strong army that drove the Mongols to the north and restored China?
The wolf-like swordsmen unceremoniously took out the ropes, tied all the soldiers of the Ming army, whether they participated in the battle or not, with their hands behind their backs, and connected them into a string with a wooden stick for easy management. Zhang Kexian did not enjoy special treatment, and Qiu Ba, whom he usually despised, was tied together.

Boris plucked some strong willow sticks from the willow tree and tied them into simple willow whips. When he saw someone doing tricks, they made a group of willow sticks stir-fry meat, which made the Ming army howl.

"Shame! Shame! I am a dignified sixth-rank official, and I was tied to a log by a group of bandits. If this news gets out, how can I continue to hang around in Yangzhou City!" Zhang Kexian was heartbroken, shouting all the way, listening Annoyed, Boris hit the whip with his backhand, and Zhang Kexian, who was crying and howling just now, instantly turned into a silent lamb, but those resentful eyes were still staring at Boris who was walking in front.

(End of this chapter)