Chapter 2002 Let Them... Come Back with Their Souls

In the north, the northern vegetation gradually withers and turns yellow in late autumn.

As the cold wind blew, more than a hundred war horses rumbled forward, and the withered and yellow pasture was trampled everywhere by the horseshoes.

There are more than ten people in the group, but there are ten times as many war horses.

"Ahead is Suzhou Guard!"

Feng Ji led Jin Yiwei's men in the lead. Although they took advantage of Ma Duo's advantage and kept throwing off the pursuers, his subordinates lost five people in order to protect the two men in Dongchang.

The entire group covered their faces with cloth, and they were all refreshed upon hearing the words.

No wonder the chasing soldiers stopped appearing since the day before yesterday, it turned out that they were almost at Daming's place!

Zhao Chun touched the burden on his back with his backhand, and murmured: "Brother Wang Shi, we are going to Daming's place soon."

"There are cavalry!"

Jin Yiwei in front suddenly stood up on his horse, then slid down and sat down, turned around and shouted: "My lord, it's our scout!"

A group of cavalry appeared on the opposite side, the number of which was about 300, which was a proof of the current strength of Ming Dynasty.

There is no need to hide, just open the movie when you encounter the enemy!

When the scouts saw this group of people, they were taken aback for a moment, then separated and surrounded them from the left and right.

This is a gesture of siege.

Feng Ji rode his horse and rushed to the front, shouting: "Feng Ji from the Hundred Households of Jinyiwei is here!"

The cavalry over there turned a deaf ear and continued to outflank.

Zhao Chun shouted: "Don't draw your sword, stop your horse!"

They slowly reined in their horses, and then Feng Ji walked slowly towards the Deputy Qianhu who was in front of him.

"Xiaguan Jinyiwei Baihu Feng Ji."

Deputy Qianhu verified his identity, and said solemnly: "My official, Yu Lian, the brother of Jin Yiwei has worked hard."

Jin Yiwei's people often pretended to be merchants and horse thieves, and then went deep into the grassland to inquire about news, so the soldiers on the side wall had no aversion to Jin Yiwei.

Feng Ji rode his horse to the side,

He said solemnly: "It's not hard for me to be an official. This time, I'm going to welcome the brothers from Dongchang back. They..."

"East Factory?"

A look of disgust floated on Yu Lian's face.

Dongchang is currently focusing more on the civil servants, but it is really not difficult to bring down a deputy thousand households.

The two people from Dongchang came over slowly, Zhao Chun looked at these Ming soldiers, and said with mixed feelings: "Escaping from death seems like a lifetime away."

Yu Lian was waiting for them to report their identities. He hated Dongchang, but he could only use this method to vent his anger.

"Dongji Incident Factory...the head...Zhao Chun."

Zhao Chun took out the sign and handed it over, choked up and said, "Back to Daming... Brothers, we are going home, I will take you home..."

Yu Lian looked at Feng Ji in astonishment, Feng Ji nodded solemnly.

Starting from Daming, until now, the people in Dongchang have been working under pressure all the time. Once they return, the feeling is not relieved.

Rather mixed feelings!

Zhao Chun dismounted, untied the burden, and opened it.

"The ashes..."

Yu Lian was a little surprised, Feng Ji said in a low voice: "They have been inquiring about news in Samarkand, and three brothers died. They... are... very brave."

Zhao Chun suddenly raised his head and shouted: "Brother Wang Shi, Brother Miao Xi, Brother Chen Hui, we are home, our souls are back!"

"The soul is back..."

Guan Qisheng shouted with tears in his eyes, he was carrying Chen Hui's ashes, but Miao Xi's...

Feng Ji bowed his head, and five people under his command also died in battle, all of them were cut off... They were cut to pieces by the chasing soldiers.

"Brothers, Hun Xi... is back."

The remains of Jin Yiwei who died in battle were drowned by the pursuers and could not be retrieved. So looking at the scene in front of him, Feng Ji couldn't help his eyes sore.

The sound of the long knife being unsheathed was nearby, Feng Ji looked up and saw Yu Lian pull out the long knife, nodded slightly at the two packs of ashes, and shouted: "Da Ming Wan Sheng!"

The cavalry surrounding them drew their swords one after another, and solemnly shouted: "Da Ming wins!"

...

In Suzhou City, the guard who had received the news stood outside the city gate, looking into the distance with complicated eyes.

"My lord, here we come."

Dust was flying in the distance, and large groups of cavalry swarmed in.

The guard's expression gradually became serious.

The side wall is dangerous, the bitter cold is only one floor, and the most feared thing is being raided.

The enemy on the grassland likes to attack the most. Once the news is intercepted, the defenders will become blind. If they are caught off guard, God knows what will happen.

Therefore, the treatment of scouts is the best in the army. They can eat the best food and choose the best horses and weapons.

And the spies who go deep into the enemy's rear to inquire about news are even more good men who can make the frontier people respect!

This kind of person deserves respect!

"It's people from Dongchang. They went to Harleigh to find out the news!"

One sentence made everyone stand up straight.

The news passed all the way in, and those common people walked out of the house silently and stood on both sides of the street.

"Array..."

Water sacs, packages full of food, and bags of horse feed were in the hands of those sergeants, waiting to be replenished by the Jinyiwei and Dongchang people.

Outside the city gate, two rows of formations were in place, watching the brigade of cavalry galloping towards them.

Yu Lian led his men around from the left and right, and the Dongchang and Jinyiwei squads of more than ten people were revealed in the eyes of these frontier soldiers.

Dongchang!

It is rumored that the factories in the Middle East do all kinds of evil, they are all bad species with pus on the soles of their feet.

But the frontier people don't judge others by rumors. In a difficult environment, they prefer to watch a person's actions.

Feng Ji took the lead and rushed into the long array passage. He would lead his subordinates and escort the two people from Dongchang all the way back to the capital.

The two opponents actually cooperated, and it was behind the enemy's rear. It can't help but make people sigh and feel that the world is impermanent.

Zhao Chun followed closely, he reined in the horse, and then the sergeants on both sides put drinking water and food and fodder on the horse's back, checked that it was secure, and took the opportunity to feed the horse some horse fodder mixed with beans.

The war horse was eating happily, shaking its head and hissing from time to time.

They have lost more than 30 war horses along the way, all of them were exhausted or left behind.

Zhao Chun dismounted, taking advantage of this opportunity, someone brought hot noodles for everyone.

Zhao Chun devoured it. This was their first meal of noodles after escaping from Samarkand, and he and Guan Qisheng almost couldn't help crying.

The guard asked Yu Lian in a low voice, nodding frequently.

"They are all good men who have served the country!"

The guard walked up to Zhao Chun, who was squatting on the ground eating noodles, and said, "You have worked hard. I can send the most elite scouts to the capital to deliver news. You can rest here."

Zhao Chun in front of him looked like a beggar, his face was full of cuts and wrapped in cloth, which was useless.

Those hands looked full of cracks, most of them were turned to the sides, red and black...

It's not like human hands!

Zhao Chun raised his head, shook his head, pointed to his head with the right finger holding the chopsticks, and said: "There are many things here, I have to go back, otherwise I will let down those brothers..."

After eating the noodles, Zhao Chun got up and cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, my lord, I will take my leave."

The guard took a few steps back, cupped his hands and said, "Bon voyage!"

Zhao Chun nodded, mounted his horse, and said, "Definitely!"

The guard finally said: "Don't be sad, Daming's military boots will definitely break through Samarkand, we... are invincible!"

Zhao Chun blinked and said, "This is exactly why this officer went to Samarkand. If Daming can win all battles, then...it will be worth it!"

With the sound of horseshoes, the cavalry squad rushed into the city.

Zhao Chunhe and Guan Qisheng had replaced the burden on their backs with a wooden box.

They rushed all the way into the city, and the people on both sides watched silently, following them with their eyes.

They passed the Bell and Drum Tower all the way and rushed into Changxiangzi Street.

"Good man!"

The fear of Dongchang dissipated, and someone couldn't help but praise.

"Good guy!"

This is a tribute from the frontier soldiers and civilians!

"Da Ming Wan Sheng!"

Pass the news back, Daming will definitely kill those enemies!

At this time, the people of Ming Dynasty believed in this deeply.

They are sure that Daming will be invincible!

The cheers gradually permeated, Zhao Chun thought about the hardships of this journey, and suddenly a sense of heroism welled up in his heart.

Is it worth our sacrifice for these cheers?

He raised his head gradually, waved his fists while galloping and shouted: "Daming Wansheng!"

The gathering of these cheers is exactly what Fang Xing has been pursuing.

nation!

nationality!

Whether it is falling or rising, when these concepts are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, Huaxia will never give in and dare to draw its sword to meet the enemy.