Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Fang Xing picked up the telescope and looked in that direction.

In the narrow line of sight, three tile cavalry were looking coldly at this side. One of them turned his eyes, and his eyes just entered the line of sight of the telescope.

Anger, bloodthirsty... In the end, I coldly pointed to this side, and then three horses turned around.

There was a sound of horseshoes, Fang Xing put down his binoculars and saw that Fang Wu and his scout were about to chase, so he stopped and said, "Fang Wu, don't go."

These cavalry soldiers who can be sent to spy are familiar with the journey, but Fang Xing's horse has gone through a long journey, and don't want to recover to its best condition without a period of rest.

Fang Wu stopped the horse angrily, then said angrily: "Master, there are our Da Ming sergeants inside, all dead!"

There would be no undead in the war. Fang Xing felt that Fang Wu was still a little less calm, but when he went in and saw the corpses...

The eleven corpses in front of me were all stripped of their clothes. The gray bodies were covered with scars. Several of them were beheaded, and the worst one was cut off...

"brute!"

Fang Xing punched the dirt wall, and at the same time as the dust was puffing, a red ray slid down his hand.

"Wang Ba Laozi, next time we catch the Wathorn people, we will chop them into mashed meat!"

The people present were all yelling in anger.

Fang Xing said with a sullen face: "Go find clothes, dress these brothers, and then burn them."

At this time, no one would think that Fang Xing was wasting something, and they all went up together, preparing to lift these corpses together. In the process, because the corpse and the ground were frozen together, in order not to hurt the deceased's skin, he had to find tools to dig from the side.

Fang Xing watched this scene from the side, gritted his teeth and said: "Tell the whole army, if you encounter the Wa assassin army, I don't want to be captured!"

Actually, without Fang Xing's order, when these corpses were carried to the outside of the fort, the sergeants stood on both sides, silently watching these tortured colleagues.

Outside the fort, when the raging flames flooded the corpses, Fang Xing turned and said to the sergeants under his command: "Brothers, this is the grassland, this is the place where foreign races occupies..."

Facing the silent subordinate, Fang Xing felt that he should say something. He said solemnly: "There is no familiar accent here, there is no peace here, and some are just killing."

Pointing diagonally at the corpse in the flame, Fang Xing said forcefully: "These fellow robes are telling me that you can't pity these beasts! You have to work hard to kill them all! Therefore, I need everyone to cheer up and raise their spirits. Accumulate sharpness, stay alive!"

"Kill all tiles stab people!"

Wang He had been holding back on the side, but finally he couldn't hold back, his face flushed and raised his arms and shouted.

"Kill all tiles stab people!"

"Kill all tiles stab people!"

"Kill all tiles stab people!"

After shouting like this three times, Fang Xing said to Wang He with satisfaction: "The morale can be expected!"

But Wang He said murderously: "Mr. Fang, our family is also from Daming. Seeing these sergeants were slaughtered, our family's heart is also... knife-cut and uncomfortable. I wish I could slash the choppy!"

Looking at Wang He, whose eyes were red, Fang Xing said kindly for the first time: "Jianjun Wang, please rest assured, Fang is here to kill Tarzi, and he will not let those dead colleagues wait long."

At this moment Dong Pei came over and asked, "Mr. Fang, how do you deal with those corpses of Tarzi?"

"Of course it is thrown out to feed the wolves!"

Fang Xing pointed to the flame that was beginning to shrink and said, "Cut off their heads and worship them for three days in front of the tombs of these fellow robes."

Dong Pei nodded heavily, and then shouted: "A few quick knives, cut your head."

As soon as these words came out, all the sergeants swarmed over.

"I'll come, I'll come!"

"My sword is fast, I once cut off a horse's head with a single blow."

"Fuck! I once cut off the head and the horse with a single knife!"

"..."

The sergeants who had experienced this baptism were all eager to try the sword with Wathorn's head, but Xin Laoqi pulled out the Tang sword, and everyone was silent.

Xin Laoqi raised his sword and said solemnly, "I didn't want to kill people's heads, but today I can't care about them!"

Fang Xing turned his head, and Wang He's speed slowed down a bit. He only saw the light of the knife flash by, and then a human skull rolled over.

"Ah!"

Wang He screamed, then hurriedly covered his mouth, and said awkwardly: "Our family just thinks this knife is so fast, yes, so fast."

Fang Xing said indifferently: "I have also cut off the enemy's head, but I'm not used to it, so I don't have to worry about it."

Fang Xing went into the castle after finishing speaking, leaving Wang He in a daze.

How can this Mr. Fang treat our family so peacefully today?

The walls of Shahubao are all rammed earth and stones, and you can go up through stairs below.

Fang Xing stood on the city wall and turned to look at the simple earthen houses in the fort. When the cold wind blows, he has some headaches and heating problems.

Naturally, he didn't need to worry about arranging his residence. He chose a two-bedroom ‘suite’ at random as his office and bedroom.

Seeing that everyone was a little tired, Fang Xing said, "Fang Wu has arranged for the scouts, and everyone else will go to rest."

Meng Jiao stomped his feet and said, "Mr. Fang, it's not cold this day. It would be nice if there was some charcoal fire."

Wang He was also shrunk, his eyes lit up when he heard the words, and said, "When I came here, I saw a wood on the edge. Can I cut wood for warmth?"

Fang Xing shook his head and said, "It's okay, but it's okay, but this wood is too damp and can only be used in the daytime... and I will use that wood to build a trebuchet."

"Catapult?"

These hundreds and thousands of households were stunned.

Who still uses these ancient weapons these days!

Fang Xing did not explain, but said: "Today you will rest and rest, and tomorrow you will ask the brethren to cut the wood."

"Fang Five."

Fang Wu got up.

Fang Xing confessed: "Let the scout brothers work hard. I have someone to make some broth so that they can drink."

Fang Wu said with joy: "Master, there is only broth and wine, so you can make sure that the boys are screaming!"

Fang Xing glanced at the little knife on the side that was in a daze, and said, "Little knife, you go and rest."

The baby was only fourteen years old, and Fang Xing truly felt that he was using child labor.

Xiaodao's body shook, and then he sucked the saliva that came out of hearing the meat and wine, and said, "Master, the little one is very familiar with the neighborhood. You know where there is water and where is the prey, so let me go?"

Fang Xing frowned and waved. After everyone had left, there was only a knife left, but Xin Laoqi wandered at the door intentionally or unintentionally.

This is a knife!

Fang Xing looked at the dark face of the knife, took out a bag from his box and threw it over, and shouted, "You are still young~www.readwn.com~ Wait for tomorrow!"

The knife licked his lips, remembering the fragrant and warmth of the broth, and the hotness of the liquor after he had eaten his stomach, he bowed and retired.

"Why does the young master despise me for being young? In Xinghepu, those people use me as a scout, but they don't even have broth!"

This is an earthen house, with their own bedding placed on the ground, and the knife is at the innermost position, which is considered a special treatment.

Lying on the bedding, opening the baggage, a strange fragrance made the knife's eyes widen.

——Unpackaged ham sausage!

-Pork floss bread!

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