Chapter 1746: Infiltrating

"I'm lost……"

Fang Xing got off his horse, the sun pierced through the mist and shone on his smiling face, looking extraordinarily nervous.

The two Halie men also got off their horses, they were holding long knives, while Fang Xing was empty-handed...

No, there is a small thing in his hand.

"Kneel! Kneel!"

Fang Xing shook his head, slowly raised his right hand, and smiled, "I don't understand!"

"Boom!"

Plop!

One person fell to the ground, and the remaining Halie man looked at the smoking thing in Fang Xing's hand. He was stunned, but he didn't run away. He rushed over with a loud shout.

"Boom!"

...

"The scouts of the Ming army have begun to exert their strength."

Wu En was a little annoyed, "We lost more than 30 people in one morning. This is the revenge of the Ming army. It seems that yesterday's action has worked."

Pugu was looking at the map, and the simple lines were scratched by his fingers. Hearing this, he said: "The dog jumps over the wall, but we are not afraid. It is best to attack with a large army. As I said, as long as they take the initiative to attack, we will be able to attack." There will be a chance."

Wu En looked at the crude map, and said casually: "If it is an attack, there should be news by now. It seems that the Demon God has not lost his composure."

Pugu carefully put the map into his pocket, yawned and said, "I have been waiting for the latest news last night. According to his temperament, he should act immediately and look for us frantically... But tomorrow The army didn't move at all, which is strange."

"We should strengthen the sentry, and when will we send people over?"

Pugu asked seemingly casually.

Wu En looked outside the tent, the noon sun was shining gently on the trampled path, and the tender grass on both sides swayed gently in the breeze, as if they were thirsting for rain and dew.

"Halie is a fragile grass right now, Pugu. There will be no day for Harlie to regain his glory, and you and Da Ming have put us in the middle. If you want to attack Da Ming, or Da Ming wants to attack you, Harley is the first to bear the brunt, what do you want us to do?"

Wu En looked at Pugu,

He said indifferently: "You desperately want to provoke the Ming people, and if you want them to attack, the best way is to raise a large army and the Emperor Ming personally conquer, so that the meat fans will have ten years of peace, and you will be the hero of the meat fans. And I, will be Harry's sinner. Pugu, tell me... should we be friends or enemies."

Pugu then looked outside the tent, narrowing his eyes slightly, as if dazzled by the light.

"After we... Halle's defeat, there is no possibility of threatening our country. You should be clear about this."

Pugu said seriously: "We are friends because we have a common enemy. In the west we have great enemies, and we can't look east until we get rid of them."

He pondered for a while, and said sincerely: "I'll tell you the truth, we need Harleigh to resist for a long time...or to block Ming people's footsteps for a long time, so no matter how you say it, we won't entrap you. This is harming others and not benefiting ourselves .”

He looked into Wu En's eyes, and said calmly: "You are defeated, and we are also uncomfortable, that's what happens."

Wu En's eyes were a little confused, but after a moment, they became sharp again: "I am a loser, exiled to Yili to stare at Mingren, although I hate my brother, but Harleigh is my brother." Pugu, if meat lovers sell Harleh, you can just wait for the countless hated Harlee people to surrender to the Ming people, and then sweep you away!"

"I believe."

From the beginning when Wu En was fooled, Pugu has been making up for the cracks left by his lies, but the cracks have widened as Wu En continues to wake up.

"Yes, our country cannot afford you to join the Ming army, so I am not that stupid. Let us join forces and teach the Ming people a lesson. As for the conquest of the Ming army, I went to the capital of the Ming people this time and found that their civil and military skills The contradictions between them are deep, and the emperor seems to have some problems, so they will not attack aggressively."

Wu En only felt that his mind was blank. He looked outside in a daze, and said in a dull manner: "Mingren's place is not bad. If it wasn't for the hostility between the two countries, I would like to go and have a look. It's not bad to be a businessman, at least you don't have to bear such a burden." many……"

"You lost your fighting spirit, Urn!"

Pu Gu shook his head and said disappointedly: "Cheer yourself up, if you don't want to continue to take responsibility, then hand over your troops to me, and I will lead them and turn the Ming people upside down."

Wu En raised his head, smiled and said, "This is exactly what you want, isn't it?"

Pugu also smiled and said, "Yes! It's just that you never give me a chance."

The two smiled at each other, feeling that the atmosphere was finally harmonious.

...

"These poor crazy guys!"

In the afternoon, Fang Xing approached the side of the coalition camp, less than ten miles away.

He had already placed two war horses more than three miles behind him. He had placed a lot of horse supplies, hoping to keep them, otherwise he could only get a motorcycle and go racing.

The sunset on the grassland was magnificent, Fang Xing set up a tent and got out, then set up an alcohol stove with a pot on it.

He killed three batches of scouts on the way ahead, but he couldn't do it when he got here. Although he avoided several groups of people by relying on the warehouse, he couldn't move forward, otherwise, under the siege of the army, the first god in this world would appear.

A pot of gnocchi, red carrot slices, cabbage, and mutton rolls are cooked in a small pot.

There is too much chili noodles, and the pot looks red. The gnocchi trembled slightly in the thick soup, and the fragrance slowly came out.

Fang Xing put some soy sauce and salt, stirred it up, and started the picnic.

The outside of the gnocchi is covered with a layer of soup, which is delicious, and when you bite into it, the fragrance of the noodles is mixed in. That feeling... I will not be able to resist the gluttonous rebirth.

After eating, taking advantage of the heat, Fang Xing got out an off-road bike and headed all the way to the coalition camp.

 ….

There is no wolf howling. The wolves can't find food when they come out in this weather, and there are often scouts passing by here. If the wolves dare to stay, they will turn into wolf fur jackets.

Fang Xing was wrapped in a cotton coat, struggling to bump on the grassland.

"oops!"

As a result of riding at night, he couldn't see the road, and Fang Xing fell out of a small hole.

"grass!"

Fang Xing's whole body was wrapped up. Although he wasn't scratched, he felt pain in many places.

Fang Xing turned over and lay on the grass panting.

Above the sky, the stars are uncertain and gray.

Three miles behind was the coalition army camp. Fang Xing was not ready to move forward, so he rested for a while, got up and checked the off-road bikes.

"The quality is good! Where is it made?"

Fang Xing took out a small flashlight, and after seeing the familiar inscription, he couldn't help but feel that time and space were reversed.

Lying on the grass, wrapping his coat tightly and putting on his cotton cap, Fang Xing was thinking about the world at this moment.

The goods of Ming Dynasty are luxury goods to the outside world, and the arrival of Zheng He's fleet is just an introduction. The silk, porcelain, and tea from Daming... These goods have made the outside world regard Daming as a fairyland.

But to this day, there is still no way out for Ming's products. The military dependents' village in Jubaoshanwei uses advanced textile machines to produce a large amount of cloth every year, which can only be sold within the country.

Fang Xing doesn't like the tribute trade model, but the risk of lifting the sea ban is not small.

Once the sea is out of control, the consequences will be more harmful than the three major Wanli marches.

"It is necessary to build a strong navy!"

As the night gradually darkened, Fang Xing fell into a deep sleep.

After sleeping for less than two hours, Fang Xing woke up from the cold.

...

Pugu also woke up.

He couldn't sleep, and since the lone army went deep, he has had very little sleep.

Quietly out of the tent, Pugu felt the cold.

There are tents all around, and the snoring keeps coming and going, reminding Pugu of his own home in Roumi.

The tent is a symbol of nomads, and nomads represent instability.

Pugu looked at the night sky and walked around the camp with his hands behind his back.

Not long after he left, he heard footsteps behind him.

"You can't sleep either?"

"Yes, I always feel that the demon god will not let us go easily."

Pugu let out a breath and watched the white mist slowly dissipate in the air. He said: "Tents are rare in meat fans. If you want to be strong, you must fix it. Look at Meng Yuan. When it is strong, it will sweep the world, but After all, it is a nomadic nature, which cannot last long in the end."

"Do you explain people? But they will decline every few hundred years and be slaughtered by others. We have also learned, so we built houses everywhere in Harleh. Samarkand was at the peak of trade at that time. What can we get in exchange? "

Wu En said with some gloom: "Emperor Ming defeated us in one battle. Their population is endless, and they can recruit countless soldiers. What we lack is population. Even if we have, how can we feed them?"

Pugu chuckled and said, "Plunder first, then cultivate land later. As long as the land is cultivated, the population can continue to increase. The grassland is too barren."

"Yes, the grassland can't support too many people..."