The soldiers sat cross-legged, one by one, and they were fierce.

They took out dry food and water. Most of the dry food was fried rice or steamed cakes that were already dry and hard, which was extremely difficult to swallow.

However, everyone still swallowed silently, as much as they could eat.

Next, there will be a fierce battle and they are ready.

...

On the other side, Fang Jinglong hid behind the tree root and urinated, put his hands on his broken armor and wiped it back and forth. He was one of the few hygienic people in the army.

After sitting down, Lao Wang handed him a bamboo tube. Fang Jinglong opened the bamboo tube, took a sip of water, then spitted a mouthful of foam and bared his teeth.

"It's still the same rule later."

"I understand, if the situation is not good, let's escape first." Lao Wang nodded very familiarly.

"Yeah." Fang Jinglong patted his shoulder and sighed, "Everyone is dead, and all is gone, and death is also in vain. So, if there is anything unexpected happening, you must live. You have remembered the way you come, and you have hidden the dry food along the way. You return the same way. I died in battle. If I die in battle, I will be given a pension. Your Majesty will fulfill his merits for our Fang family, return to Guiyang, or even return to the capital, and the Ministry of War. Do you still remember those words?"

"I remember it all." Lao Wang pointed to his forehead and nodded very seriously: "I remember it for generations."

"Tell me, let me see." Fang Jinglong's expressionless face.

Old Wang said familiarly: "Boye will not retreat when he fights to the death. Unfortunately, the thieves are getting stronger and stronger. Boye was surrounded and killed more than a dozen thieves. He is already full of holes. Boye has horses around him, but Boye does not flee on horseback, but still fights to the death. He shouts a poem, and is eventually killed by the thief army."

"Good!" Fang Jinglong looked at Lao Wang with relief: "You think of poetry for a moment, I'm afraid you will forget it."

Lao Wang subconsciously said: "Loyalty is in the sun, and it is up to Cang Hao..."

"Change it, Xinzhou Bo, who died in Datong last time, read this sentence." Fang Jinglong shook his head.

But Lao Wang stopped doing it and spoke very seriously.

"Oh, Master, the old Fang family has been instructing this song for generations to use. If you have changed it to a new one, I am afraid I won't remember it."

Fang Jinglong rolled his eyes at him, and then thought carefully the next moment, and said, "The last time I heard Ji Fan read a sentence, which was quite innovative. I am a rough man and I don't understand the poem. The ancestors excerpted this sentence from generation to generation, and I am afraid that I will die in battle in the future and report to the court, which is not heroic enough. The biggest problem of the cabinet and the dog officials in the Ministry of War is that they are literary. When they die, if they don't recite a poem, they will not be touched. At that time, the level of pension and posthumous title will not be raised. What did Ji Fan read last time... Oh, how can he avoid it because of good fortune and misfortune? Remember, even if you don't die this time, your son and your grandson will use it in the future. If it is passed down from generation to generation, this poem will be new, and I think others have not used it."

Lao Wang hurriedly recited the poem several times, barely remembered it, but sighed: "Brother, you are all counts, and you are still pointing at the death of the battle and the posthumous title?"

Fang Jinglong lowered his face: "What do you know? Being a general can either get a great contribution or die. The former is a contribution, and the latter is a death. If you don't rely on this kindness to be a deserter, are you a deserter? In the past dynasties, there is no coward in our Fang family, except your grandmaster, that is, my father, but my father carried the old brothers back from the Tumu Fort to save people. This is for loyalty and not shameful."

Speaking of this, he sighed and felt emotion.

"If I escape or become a defeated general, this is a shame. This shame will be added to Jifan. Even if His Majesty is generous and does not blame him, Jifan will not be able to raise his head. He is now sensible and is getting better and better. I am a father, so happy..."

Fang Jinglong said, tears suddenly burst into tears at the corners of his eyes, and crystal tears flowed down his cheeks, and wiped the tears from his face with his old hands.

"So, I have only two ways to go. Even if I die here, it's good. At least Your Majesty is a generous person now. If I die, this grace will be added to Jifan. If Jifan doesn't know what happened in the future, your Majesty will also be remembered for the generations of the Fang family. If Fang Jinglong has saved his life here, he will be particularly kind."

Old Wang nodded silently and agreed very much. The next moment he sighed: "It is not unreasonable that Nanhe Bo Mansion has received national favors."

Fang Jinglong smiled, with tears in his smile: "Actually, I really hope to survive, and watch Jifan get married and have children, and hug his grandson. If I can't see it, you have to watch it for me. Then, when I go to the grave, remember to report it!"

Lao Wang focused his head, and his eyes were filled with tears.

"Okay!" Fang Jinglong suddenly rose, and the rotten armor on his body clattered. He pulled out the knife and spoke excitedly.

"Assemble, we all followed us, Fang Jinglong, and we all looked forward. I was at the forefront. I am the general of Guizhou, and rushed to the forefront. If you can't move forward, you will be killed by the officer. But if you can't move forward, then the back team will kill the front team. Now we have no food and are at the end of our lives. Either we will follow us, and we will eat and drink delicious food in the future, or we will die here!"

After orders, the mountain camps gathered in an instant, and each carried a knife, like a tiger or wolf.

That day.

Shijian Village was attacked, and the Ming army that fell from the sky rushed into the village like a hungry tiger pounced on a sheep.

A group of ragged officials were as crazy as if they were slashing and slashing with swords and destroying them.

The natives in the village never thought that there would be a Ming army here. When they woke up, they had no time to pick up their weapons. These jackals with green eyes had already arrived in front of them and were broken.

A twisted face without any mercy.

After only two incense sticks, Fang Jinglong was covered in blood in a stilt house. He walked up the wooden ladder with heavy steps.

On the second floor, a woman sat cross-legged, and several officials pointed at her body with spears.

Fang Jinglong stood still, his eyes narrowed slightly, and stared straight at her.

One of the officers reported.

"The general is this woman. She has the most guards here, so she is probably the leader of this village."

Fang Jinglong was immediately ecstatic.

The woman...as the leader, then... who this woman is, the result is self-evident.

His body shook.

The words in his son's letters were finally confirmed.

Jifan is really a god-like guy who plans things, and is able to make a decision and win a thousand miles away. I think that's it...that's it.

Fang Jinglong was very excited and sternly said to the officer beside him: "Get the portrait."

Any imperial offender would try their best to draw pictures and paint the appearance of the imperial offender. Such portraits were everywhere in the army of suppressing rebellions.

So Lao Wang took out an oil paper bag from his arms without hesitation and opened it layer by layer. Finally, a portrait shook off.

Fang Jinglong looked closely and began to feel guilty.

The person in the portrait is obviously an old woman, with triangular eyes, landslide nose, buck teeth, and door god-like eyebrows...

Looking at the woman sitting cross-legged, she was obviously quite beautiful and was a very well-maintained young woman.

this……

He blinked and thought in his mind.

Is it...wrong?

"It's me!" The woman looked at Fang Jinglong calmly and spoke calmly: "You don't have to confirm again, I... have lost."

call……

Fang Jinglong breathed a sigh of relief.

He shouted sternly: "Tie it up, this is a place of right and wrong. The soldiers repaired the village overnight and slaughtered all the cattle and sheep in the village, had enough food, and brought some dry food. Let's set off tomorrow!"

He said that the knife was inserted back into the sheath, and he was a little excited. The rebellion that had been lingering in the Ming Dynasty for two years, the abominable criminals who wanted to be dismembered from the monarchy, and finally took it down. Guizhou... will soon settle down.

He said to Lao Wang beside him.

"Send someone to Guiyang to report the merits! Tell everyone, Fang Jinglong keeps his word, your children will have a drink in the future!"

It seemed... I was afraid that my promise was too big to be fulfilled, and I fell into an embarrassing situation: "Listen, it's goat's milk!"

………………………………………

Mr. Wang cried.

It was during class in the school that this strange gentleman came in the evening and began to explain to the students what the Analects of Confucius is and why Saint Kong wrote the Analects of Confucius. As he spoke, his eyes turned red, and then he burst into tears.

The school children were so arrogant that they didn't dare to speak out, but they listened to the class obediently and suddenly became confused and laughed. Some people threw the books in the air and some jumped onto the desk.

"Sir, it must be Xu Jie's fault."

"Nonsense, you beat you to death, it was you, Zhang Xiaohu who made him ugly and cried."

Wang Shouren was so heartbroken that he could not breathe. When Tang Yin arrived, he suppressed the school children and helped Wang Shouren out of Minglun Hall. He heard Wang Shouren say, "Mr....Mr....Students finally understand, and the students finally understand the good intentions of their mentors. Mentor...a talent..."

Tang Yin's eyes were about to fall off, what? Did his mentor give his junior brother a small hospital?

After finally comforting Wang Shouren, Fang Jifan rushed over after hearing the news.

Will Wang Shouren cry?

He didn't believe it. This was a saint, a stunning person with great martial arts skills and cultural relics.

But Fang Jifan looked at Wang Shouren with red eyes and realized the facts were in front of him.

When Wang Shouren saw Fang Jifan coming, he hurriedly stood up and bowed to Fang Jifan solemnly: "Students pay homage to their mentor."

"What happened?" Fang Jifan held his hands behind his back. Although he was concerned, he still held his hands behind his back, his chin slightly raised, maintaining a certain angle of elevation, as if I was your father.

"The teacher's teachings... the students finally understand. The teacher is very talented and the kindness of the teachings is so grateful to the students."

“…”

What? Fang Jifan continued to be confused, his eyes flashed with confusion. Has this young master taught you something recently?

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Chapter completed!