Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 773 Huber has no dog nephew

  Liu Jin searched very carefully. Tatars are poor and nomadic for a living. Because of this, all valuable things like to be hidden on their bodies.

  The dry rations they brought were not much, and since they rode lightly, everything was based on surprise and victory. Therefore, the dry rations of these Tatars must be scoured.

  Liu Jin searched for many gadgets, for example...he actually found a pot.

   You know, the iron pot is here with the Tatars, but it’s an ‘artifact’, high-end cooking, good taste, all depends on him.

  Other times, you can only barbecue. Barbecue is fine for you to eat for a few days, but if you eat it every year, I am afraid that except for Liu Jin, not many people in this world can afford it.

  Liu Jin happily set up the iron pot, found a water source, started to boil the water, and then put in the salt and thirteen incense that she carried with her.

  The horses that the Tatars died in battle were slaughtered, and a pot of meat was considered cooked.

   They found Tartar kumiss.

  Many soldiers lit a bonfire. They worked hard for a long time and dug a hole. Whether it was the Tatars or their own bodies, they were all buried, exhausted one by one.

   Now, seeing a bowl of rich broth, the tired people immediately cheered up. It's just that they are not very used to kumiss, but it was Zhu Houzhao who drank it with great joy.

   "Continue to set off tomorrow, we must be faster than the Tatars..." Zhu Houzhao was drunk, looked down at the map in his hand, took out the compass, and frowned in thought.

  Since he was young, a plan has been formed in Zhu Houzhao's mind.

  This plan has become richer with age. Now, Zhu Houzhao's mind is full of this plan, and he is constantly improving this plan.

  He was so excited that he breathed out the smell of alcohol, the sky was already dark, and the grassland was a bit cold, but to Zhu Houzhao, these were nothing.

  It seems that someone has guided me here, and what I have to do is to carry out this plan that I have kept in my heart, just like I have thought about it countless times.

  He rested his chin, closed his eyes, stared at the map intently, in a daze.

  He was even thinking in his mind, if Lao Fang was here and faced with such a situation, what choice would he make.

  This guy...knowing that I can't see Tatars in Lanzhou, I must die laughing.

  Will he... be worried about Ben Gong?

   Want to come to the meeting!

   Come to think of it, he was still laughing at Ben Gong before, and when he found out that Ben Gong had entered the desert, he would be scared to death, haha...

  Zhu Houzhao couldn't help laughing, thinking of Fang Jifan's anxious expression as if he had eaten a fly, Zhu Houzhao couldn't help laughing.

  Liu Jin hid aside, holding the hot horse broth, and gorging himself. Hearing Zhu Houzhao's self-centered laugh, he just raised his head, and then ignored him. He is busy with important things now.

  I want to live...can't starve to death.

  Tomorrow... still don't know what will happen, if you want to live, you have to fill your stomach full.

   Years of experience made Liu Jin understand better than anyone else what is the most important thing to survive in the wild.

  I don’t know what happened to my godfather.

  Where is God?

   Well, he has always looked down on us, I taught him...

  At this time, Zhu Houzhao waved to Liu Jin: "Liu Banban, come here."

   "What?" Liu Jin hurried over with the broth.

   "Remember, I killed four people today."

   "Oh." Liu Jin nodded desperately, then lowered her head to drink the soup.

  ………

  Datong, above the flying ball, Fang Jifan sat on the flying ball, looking at the Tatar army at his feet, all over the mountains and plains.

  Fang Jifan rubbed his temples, the Tatars... have grown in IQ.

   This is indeed a headache. Obviously, the Tatars have an instinctive fear of flying balls, so when they set up camp, they spread out on purpose, as if trying their best to minimize the attack of flying balls.

  The attack of the flying ball was slow. The Tatars seemed to have prepared special personnel to watch the sky. When they saw the flying ball floating in the sky, they immediately became alert.

  Fang Jifan, Shen Ao, and Yang Biao were on the flying ball, watching the arrangement of the Tatars outside the city with binoculars, and couldn't help being speechless.

   As for this? Didn't it blow you up once, can you be brave and get together?

   "Why don't we blow them up tonight? How many people can be killed by blowing them up overnight?" Yang Biao said.

  Fang Jifan glared at him, shook his head, and said, "What is fried is money. The fuel for the flying ball doesn't need money? Fire oil and explosives don't need money? Damn, you know how to waste my money!"

  Yang Biao was severely scolded by Fang Jifan, and suddenly he didn't dare to make a sound. His face was stiff, and after a long time, he said in embarrassment: "Grandpa, do you want to eat meat?"

   As he spoke, he took out the dried meat and stuffed it into Fang Jifan's hand.

Fang Jifan was so angry that he waved his hand: "Don't eat." Then, Fang Jifan squinted his eyes and couldn't help raising his binoculars: "There is a disaster in the desert, and if they can't win Datong, they will freeze to death or starve to death. Time is up to us." Here, I don't believe that they don't step up the attack. If he dares to attack the city, I will blow him up."

   "Come back, come back."

Back in Datong, Zhang Mao's personal soldiers came and called Fang Jifan to the British Gongxingyuan. When Zhang Mao saw Fang Jifan, he said angrily: "You have gone out of the city? Are you dying? If the flying ball falls What do you do when you come down? You are really worrying, a dignified son-in-law and captain, who doesn't know how to sacrifice, but comes out to fight in the army, but is alone in danger, do you want to die?"

Fang Jifan said: "My nephew went out to find out the reality of the Tatars. That Tatar khan is really despicable. In order to prevent flying balls, they not only spread out deliberately when camping, but even the sweat tents are like ordinary tents. Nephew Holding the binoculars, my looking eyes are sore, and I can't find their big tent."

  Zhang Mao was happy: "If you suffer from a fall, you will gain wisdom. If the Tatars are so easy to deal with, then that's fine."

   "But if it goes on like this, I don't know when it will be the end." Fang Jifan couldn't help but sigh.

  Zhang Mao narrowed his eyes: "Is your explosive pack really powerful?"

  Fang Jifan nodded: "Would you like to take a look, Shibo?"

   "Okay." Zhang Mao became interested: "Take a look."

The two of them went to the school grounds of Datong Wengcheng. Fang Jifan ordered people to throw them. With a bang, the scarecrow in the Wengcheng fell down like harvesting wheat. Going down to Wengcheng, Fang Jifan pulled him back: "Wait a minute, don't go down now.

   Sure enough, at this time, many scarecrows under the city began to burn, and all of a sudden, flames were everywhere in the urn city.

   "This...is this?"

Fang Jifan said happily: "This is the captain's mighty thunderbolt invented by my nephew. This bomb will not only hurt people with explosives, but also the iron beads and iron sand are even more powerful. Of course, what is really scary is the will-o'-the-wisp, which is full of will-o'-the-wisps." Dance, even if it is just a little bit of sparks, anyone who is contaminated will be burned to death, and the death is extremely miserable. The damage range of this bullet is very large. If you don’t believe it, the will-o’-the-wisp will burn out in a while. Just go down and have a look."

Zhang Mao waited anxiously for a long time before he got down from the urn city. Fang Jifan was timid, but he was still on the tower, waiting for Zhang Mao to go and return. The Tartars were wiped out in ashes. It was terrible, and the scarecrow below was nearly half broken."

  Fang Jifan felt that this uncle might be a bit out of his mind because he had sacrificed too much, so he quickly corrected him and said, "Shibo, it is the mighty thunderbolt of the captain."

  Zhang Mao waved his hand indifferently, but was still immersed in excitement: "It's all the same, it's all the same."

  Fang Jifan bared his teeth: "It's the same for the uncle, but it's very important for my nephew. If it doesn't work, I have to ask someone to put a note on the explosive bag."

  He turned to leave, but was held back by Zhang Mao.

  Zhang Mao's arms are extremely powerful, but his eyes are shining brightly: "With this thing, keeping it safe will make the Tatars die without a place to bury them."

   "What?" Fang Jifan looked at Zhang Mao.

In Zhang Mao's eyes, it was cloudy and uncertain, as if a plan had already formed in his mind: "The only problem now is how to attract the Tatars to unite, so that this thunderbolt can cause the greatest impact." Killing and wounding, a successful battle!"

Speaking of this, Zhang Mao's old face twitched: "But this Tatar Khan is becoming more and more cautious now. He is obviously looking for a chance to fight. If he is not sure, he will definitely not attack the city rashly... Anyway, no If you enter the tiger's den, how can you get a tiger's cub, I will take a gamble on this."

   "What?" Why did Fang Jifan feel that Zhang Mao was unreliable? After all, his major was not fighting.

  Zhang Mao clenched his fists: "How much of the Human Torch have you prepared?"

   "Shibo is talking about the mighty Thunderbolt of the captain?"

  Zhang Mao was speechless: "Don't mention your captain's power again."

  Fang Jifan said: "There are as many as a thousand bombs. In addition, there are also a large number of kerosene bombs."

"Enough." Zhang Mao narrowed his eyes and said, "Haha... Lao Fang gave birth to a good son." As he spoke, he patted Fang Jifan on the shoulder: "With this thunderbolt, you will be the head of this battle." Gong, but I, Old Zhang, want to get a taste of you."

   "What do you mean?" Fang Jifan suddenly felt...a chilling feeling.

  Zhang Mao yelled sharply: "Come here, call the generals for Lao Tzu, and kill the sheep today, let the soldiers eat and drink well!"

  Fang Jifan couldn't help but said: "Shibo won't... want to leave the city?"

   "You're right." Zhang Mao looked at Fang Jifan appreciatively. It really is Hubo Wugou's nephew. I really have the same heart with you Fang Jifan.

   "With this fetish, it's easy to handle. At the beginning, even Emperor Wen couldn't do it, but we... have to try it."

  With the sound of horns, Zhang Mao went to Xingyuan without any hesitation, and issued an order in front of the generals.

   All the generals were dumbfounded after receiving the military order.

  But Zhang Mao had a serious expression on his face: "Those who violate the order will be beheaded!"

  All the generals shuddered, and did not dare to be wordy anymore, and each conveyed orders.

  ………

  I didn’t get up until 7 o’clock this morning, and I slept for a full twelve hours. I was too tired, and I was crazy about typing today.

  (end of this chapter)