Be the emperor from the postman

Chapter 502 What The Fucking Earl (Fourth)

The two parties just missed each other peacefully, and Deng Qi pretended not to see it with Wang Chengen's persuasion.

I walk my Lugou River, you walk your Lugou Road.

It's all for this sake, you can't hide from it.

Gao Yingxiang's heart skipped a beat. He was so terrified that when he entered Beijing trembling for the last time, he was discovered by the dog officer.

Then it would be a waste of time, it really took such a lot of effort.

He Jinzhao reined in the reins and yelled at the fleet: "Which department do you belong to? You don't know how to kowtow to report when you see Grandpa?"

Gao Yingxiang's heart was beating wildly, he thought they were safe and sound, why did Brother He take the initiative to question them!

The officers and soldiers at the stern immediately returned after hearing the inquiry:
"You Habaer, do you know that Ge Zhaqi is a member of Deng Qi, the deputy general of Sichuan?"

"Hahaha, you son of a bitch, get lost!"

He Jinzhao laughed a few times, then waved his hand at the boat, tapped the horse's belly and walked forward.

The Sichuan soldier at the stern spat into the river: "You son of a bitch, why are you so weird? Are you from our hometown?"

"Damn it, I just responded and forgot to ask which part they belong to."

"Needless to say, we can't afford to offend him, look at his big horse, and he's riding with two people.

I don't know whose servant it is, it's not something we poor ghosts can match. "

Like the gang of officers and soldiers on the shore, neither armor nor horses are available to them.

"Hey, I don't want to, my head hurts, I can't eat well, and I haven't received military pay yet. I just want to go home now."

The fleet moved on.

If these Sichuan soldiers want to go home, they have to stay in Wuqing for a while.

Acting as a watchdog for others, the supervisor of ceremonies, Bingbi Cao Huachun, might be able to see the face of the elders in his hometown and let them go home.

"Brother He, we didn't expose it?"

"No." He Jinzhao pointed to the fleet behind and said:
"If you don't say hello when you meet, it will make people suspicious, and you have to find someone to find out who Deng Qi is."

He Jinzhao only knew about Qin Liangyu, a female general in the late Ming Dynasty, but he hardly knew about the other generals from Sichuan.

Gao Yingxiang tugged on the rein and said, "Brother He, we are only a few tens of miles away from the gate of Beijing, so it's better not to expose it."

"Brother Gao, we have all quietly touched the Daming capital dozens of miles away.

Going forward, after crossing the Marco Polo Bridge, it is a densely populated place, unlike the Royal Shanglin Garden, where there are almost no people.

No matter how carefully we try to hide it, it will make people more suspicious.

This time we entered Beijing, we acted as the domineering Ming Dynasty officials and soldiers. "

Gao Yingxiang nodded again and again, the current situation is like this.

Thinking of him as a traitor, who was able to lead troops to touch the orthodox capital of the Ming Dynasty, he would feel agitated and worry about gains and losses.

He Jinzhao held up his whip: "Who dares to stop us, first give them a whip, and if they ask again, give him a knife, and then talk about other things."

"Hahaha, happy."

"Neither of us has been to Beijing, so we need to find a few more guides, otherwise we will easily get dizzy."

"En." Gao Yingxiang responded.

After the two agreed, they stepped up their march.

He Jinzhao still sent sentry cavalry to search back and forth, and immediately reported the latest situation.

The Marco Polo Bridge spans the Yongding River.

He Jinzhao rode a horse and stood at the head of Lugou Bridge, feeling deeply moved for a moment.

At this moment, the Marco Polo Bridge is relatively dilapidated. According to farmers passing by, it was rebuilt by the imperial court more than 80 years ago.

The only thing that can be seen is the exquisite carvings of the little lions, which are extremely ferocious.

Marco Polo Bridge is located on the Yongding River [-] miles southwest of Tiananmen Square. It is located in the throat of Kyoto and is a battleground for military strategists.

At this time, Wanping City was not on the other side of the river.

Wanping City was an acropolis built by Chongzhen to guard against the peasant army. As for Wanping County, it was built during the Liao Dynasty.

However, He Jinzhao believed that when he and Gao Yingxiang entered Beijing from here, Chongzhen would soon build Wanping (Gongbei) City.

This place is the only passage for Beijing to enter and leave the Inner Mongolia Plateau and go south to the Central Plains.

He Jinchao got on his horse, stepped on the Marco Polo Bridge, and headed towards the city of Beijing.

Pedestrians along the way all gave way, and ordinary people also stayed away from He Jinzhao and others wearing armor.

Da da da.

Someone rode a horse and ran back.

Li Maochun ran back and cupped his hands and said: "Captain, there is a group of people ahead, they refuse to give way, they say it is an earl, dare to block our way."

He Jinzhao nodded slightly, tapped the horse's belly and walked forward.

Sitting in the sedan chair in front of him was Zhang Guangcan, Uncle An Xiang, who was newly promoted last year.

He is not very old, he was just 20 years old. Before his father died, he told him that we have property at Dazhigu Wharf in Tianjin.

You have to hold on to this road and follow other people closely, so that our family's title can continue to be passed on, and only then can we have money to spend.

After Zhang Guangcan knew that the hen that laid golden eggs had his own share, he almost couldn't hold back in front of his father's hospital bed and laughed out loud.

He really couldn't sit still when he heard that Dazhigu Wharf was completely burned down by bandits.

After the imperial court sent troops one after another, he hurried back to take a look, wondering if the gold and silver in the cellar had been taken away by bandits.

Zhang Guangcan was in a bad mood along the way, so a large number of soldiers and horses came and ordered him to get out of the way.

The young master was a man with his tail between his legs in the capital, and when a brick fell down, he was either a Duke or a Marquis, and the little Earl was nothing.

But in the world of Wanping, the size of the earl is also a hereditary title.

You bastards, you dare to make way for me?

An Xiangbo, Zhang Guangcan, stood in front of the sedan chair, behind him stood several veterans holding weapons, and behind them were dozens of domestic slaves holding sticks.

When He Jinzhao arrived on horseback, he heard Uncle An Xiang Zhang Guangcan standing alone in front of Gao Yigong and shouting.

"Open your dog eyes and look, who is the master?"

"Those stinking mounds dare to be rampant in front of the young master. I don't know how to write the word dead!"

"A bunch of stinking foreigners came to Beijing to beg for food. If you move your mouth, you will be starved to death."

Uncle An Xiang Zhang Guangcan pointed to his nostrils and said, "I don't even ask, who is the master?"

The master yelled and cursed like this, and the slaves behind him breathed out their mouths.

Gao Yigong just had a smile on his face, and all the hammer bandits were laughing. They were light cavalry walking in front, and Gao Yingxiang's heavy cavalry were behind, because they were carrying armor and other supplies.

"Laugh, laugh at your mother!"

When He Jinzhao arrived on his horse, he saw the group of people in front of him, they were all shouting and cursing, and the young man in silk at the front was even louder than the descendants.

"The captain is here."

Gao Yigong and others slightly adjusted the horse's head to make way.

Uncle An Xiang, Zhang Guangcan looked at He Jinzhao who rode his horse from the crowd, pointed at him and said:

"What kind of soldier are you? You dare to ride a horse in front of me after seeing you. Kowtow to me quickly and spare your life."

He Jinzhao lightly knocked on the horse's belly without stopping, and charged straight ahead.

"Hey, hey! Damn you, stop now."

Uncle An Xiang, Zhang Guangcan roared in shock, the terrifying sight of a war horse attacking you scared him so much that he couldn't move.

"Appeal."

When He Jinzhao's war horse came to an abrupt stop in front of him, Zhang Guangcan had already fallen to the ground.

His face turned pale, after all, his body was hollowed out by the wine, he couldn't control his bladder, and peed!

Holding a pumpkin hammer in his hand, He Jinzhao snorted condescendingly: "What a fucking earl, that's all."

(End of this chapter)