Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 501 Justice from Heaven

  E Zhe was already furious.

   The duck with its beak flew away.

In order to come here and arrange all these things, he has exhausted his brains. Although this place is a desert, it is too close to the Ming Dynasty's fortress. There are many Ming army fortresses and fortresses nearby. Therefore, I will definitely not make up my mind.

   And now...it's all gone.

  But at this time, there is still a person who is desperate: "It's true, it really fell from the sky, such a big ball just fell, I swear to God."

   "Shut up!" Ezhe was furious, holding a whip in his hand, and lashed at the man fiercely.

  Suddenly, the man screamed, bloodstains all over his head.

E Zhe roared furiously: "Even if there are gods, there will be things falling from the sky, they will also bless our descendants of Genghis Khan, not those Han people. Now, you still want to talk nonsense, do you really think that I will believe your nonsense? ? Enough, you must have let him go privately, it must be so, come, tie them up and cut off their heads."

  All the people who watched the night begged for mercy.

  Ezhe laughed loudly: "Haha, I am with Father Khan. I have never seen what kind of world, but I will never believe your nonsense. Such a bizarre thing, I..."

   When he raised his head and laughed, his pupils suddenly shrank.

   Then, looking at the sky there is a black dot.

   Is that... a bird?

  But why did the bird fall vertically.

   Most importantly, why do birds have only one wing.

  The thing fell extremely fast, and Zhe couldn't wait to understand it. Suddenly, he saw that it was an ax, an ax from the sky.

  All the legends and stories can't tell such a thing. I only heard that sister Lin fell from the sky, and gold ingots fell from the sky, but...why is it an axe.

   This is a sharp hand axe, and it falls straight down with a whistling wind, carrying a shocking power.

  Things that fall from a thousand-meter altitude, let alone an axe, or a stone, are extremely astonishing.

   Ezhe was silent.

  He didn't laugh anymore, he was a little dazed.

  He subconsciously wanted to hide.

  But found that these damned night watchmen hugged his thigh.

  They howled, kept begging for mercy, humbly hugged his thigh, and repeated: "It's true, it's true, it's really a flying ball, it fell from the sky, it really fell from the sky..."

  E Zhe's feet kept struggling, but it was too late, everything was too late.

Since he was a child, he was proficient in bowing horses, and he was known as the "Battle" on the grassland. The so-called "Battle" means warrior and hero. Although, as the son of the Great Khan, the so-called "Battle" may have some water, it may be When other warriors fought him, they always left room. To obtain such a title, Ezhe's force is naturally extraordinary.

  Originally, with his agility like a cheetah, perhaps... he could avoid it.

  But when several clansmen hugged his feet, a terrible thought flashed across his mind, I...would be hacked to death by an ax that fell from the sky...

  This idea is really ridiculous, because no matter how imaginative a person is, he can't imagine a person dying like this.

  But it happens...

   At this very moment, between the lightning and the flint, the ax really fell vertically.

  The sound of piercing through the sky, with whistling. The sharpness of the ax is especially sharp.

  Crack…

   There was a muffled sound.

  No one reacted.

  Ezhe's eyes were already wide open.

Blood, it's blood... Slowly flowing down from his forehead, the sharp ax was inserted straight into his skull. The skull is the hardest part of a human being, and ordinary people may not be able to split it with a sword, but this ax , impartially, smashed directly into his skull.

  Then, the blood flowed more and more, like a canopy, and hot blood sprayed out.

  The clansmen around did not react.

  They don't even know where the ax came from.

  Someone started to react, they held down the handle of the knife at their waist, looked around in panic, and exclaimed: "There are assassins, there are assassins..."

  But...there are assassins on the left and right.

  The person lying on the ground begging for mercy was also dumbfounded.

  Everyone was dumbfounded.

  E Zhe was still standing, his eyes were still wide open, at that moment, his heart ached, but also at this moment, countless incredible thoughts flashed across his mind.

  This...maybe it's a joke from the heavens?

   Then, his burly figure crashed to the ground.

   This is not a joke, at least, no one can laugh now.

   Ezhe is dead...

  The dead can no longer die.

  The restless clansman let out a cry of horror.

  Even though they boasted that they were men on the prairie, they were not afraid of heaven and earth, but when they suddenly saw such a supernatural thing, they were still terrified.

   "Where did the ax... come from?"

   "Heaven...it fell from the sky, it seems...it seems so..."

  ………

  In the rattan basket, there were suddenly two more people. In addition, the balloon leaked a little, although it was not serious, but... Obviously, the flying speed was much slower.

Yang Biao tilted his head. He suddenly missed his ax. It was a very good axe. The family can also chop firewood. My mother-in-law has been reluctant to buy a silver hairpin. She sold the ax herself and collected some of her own wages. Maybe this silver hairpin will come.

   "It's ruined, it's ruined." He found another skin bag from the rattan basket, hid aside and took a sip of wine, looking very melancholy, with a sad face, slightly drunk, and then slapped himself.

Zhou La, who was shivering from the cold and curled up in the blanket, was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "Speak up if you have something to say, don't hit anyone, don't hit anyone, a gentleman uses his mouth but doesn't do it." It wasn't me, so I breathed a sigh of relief.

   "Hey, stop drinking."

   "Why?" Yang Biao glared at him.

  Zhou La hurriedly put on a smiling face, and said in a gentle tone: "Didn't you say that you controlled this balloon? You are drunk, what should we do?"

   "Oh." Yang Biao cheered up. He almost forgot that Engong asked him to take them back.

He stood up and put away the skin bag, and then remembered that after drinking, he felt the urge to urinate again. Without saying a word, he poured water directly, facing the wind, the hot liquid floated back to the bamboo basket like snow flakes, and tapped On Zhou La's face bit by bit, Zhou La said: "You..."

   "What's the matter?" Yang Biao looked back at him.

  Zhou La laughed again: "What a piss, this **** should only exist in the sky."

  Shen Ao held the binoculars, stuck his head out constantly, and looked at the ground: "Hey, hey, hey, we're almost at Yanshan Mountain, look, Shanhaiguan is not far away, land quickly, prepare to land."

  Yang Biao nodded and nodded. He started to adjust the firepower of the kerosene tank with familiarity, and suddenly said: "Oops, I forgot a big thing."

  Shen Ao couldn't help asking: "What?"

   "Anchor, we have no anchor, didn't we cut off the rope of the anchor just now? The anchor is still in place, what should we do if there is no anchor?"

   "What do you mean?" Zhou La's heart skipped a beat, looking at the mountains and rivers underground, his head was a little dizzy.

   "This means that we may not be able to land." Yang Biao said.

"What, then why are you here to save me?" Zhou La felt that he was going crazy. A fishy smell.

The reason is to go home safely, he wants to go home, he misses his grandmother, his elder father, his father, and his delicate wife, but...then why do you save me, I stay here There, at most, he would be hacked to death by the Tatars, at least this method of death is still acceptable, but now you tell me that I will fall from here, and my body will never be found.

   "Shut up." Yang Biao was upset.

   "You..."

  Yang Biao glared at him: "I just have a bad temper."

   On this balloon, Yang Biao is the master of everything.

   Zhou La has no temper at all.

  Shen Ao pursed his lips, preparing for the worst.

"From now on, let's throw out all the hard objects in the rattan basket, whether it's a sword or something that can be thrown anyway, and prepare to make a forced landing. I will gradually reduce the amount of fire, and the balloon will slowly fall down. The advantage of the basket is that it can help us block the gravel when we fall, so we have to tie ourselves into the rattan basket, not only that, but there are also several layers of blankets and quilts here, and you are all wrapped around your body."

Yang Biao gritted his teeth and began to discard the sharp weapons. Then, he found ropes, tied all three of them in rattan baskets, wrapped their whole bodies, especially their heads in blankets and cotton cloth, and only showed them one eye and nostril.

  Everything was ready, he began to close the valve of the kerosene slowly, but there was still a little fire left, so the heat began to decrease, and the balloon began to descend slowly.

  Seeing that he was still standing, Zhou La couldn't help but said, "You wrap it up too, you'll fall to your death."

Yang Biao couldn't help saying: "Hey teeth, look at my fiery temper, you can try it again, ****, my name is Biaozi, you know? I promised my benefactor that I will definitely bring you back alive, and I will let you live." If you go back alive, you will go back alive. I haven’t read any books, I will believe what my mother says, and I will do what my benefactor tells me. In short, you will live, stop talking and falling .”

  He stared, the balloon began to descend rapidly, he firmly grasped the rattan basket, and shouted loudly: "Don't worry, it will be fine in a while, if I die, remember one thing, take care of my old lady.

   There was whistling in the ear, and the balloon continued to descend, somewhat violently.

  It began to slowly pass through the pass wall, which separated the inside of the pass and the outside of the pass.

   At this time, Yang Biao didn't dare to be idle, and quickly began to open some valves to increase the heat, so the speed of decline suddenly slowed down.

  ...

  Chapter 5 delivered, caught a cold, couldn't take it anymore, groggy, how about a monthly ticket, at least let the tiger pretend that he still has someone to care about.

  (end of this chapter)