Chapter 2299: A Place of Panic

Fang Xing used his status to beat Fang Zheng. The news was not hidden and many people knew about it.

When a group of generals got together to drink in the evening, Fang Zheng drank three glasses of wine from Fang Xing.

"I can't do it anymore, you drink!"

Fang Xing is just greedy for fresh food and has no feelings for wine.

So Fang Zheng found Fu Xian for a duel, and the two were evenly matched.

We arrived here just for repairs, and the next step for the fleet is to prepare to return home.

After returning to China, the warships at Jinling Shipyard are estimated to be ready, and the navy will usher in a reorganization, a reorganization of warships.

Fang Xing has been waiting for news.

After defeating the coalition forces, he sent a small fleet to Tianfang.

He wanted to get the latest news on Meat Fan and Hallel, even though it would be difficult.

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The prisoners had to work in exchange for food, so on the second day they were driven out of the makeshift camp and began clearing the surrounding woods.

A steady stream of food and drinking water is being carried to the ship, and the pulleys are showing off their skills at this moment.

Fang Xing liked a down-to-earth life, so he followed Fang Zheng to hunt in those woods.

The fleet needs to supplement a lot of food, and meat is one of them.

But this place was just about to be built, and immigrants didn't come, so the only meat they could eat was bacon or hunting by themselves.

But this time Fang Xing asked the prisoners to do hard work just to help.

Wildlife is one of the many troubles that come with cutting down trees.

"The court said it costs a lot of money, but there's nothing I can do about it! Those natives are following them to learn the Ming Dynasty dialect, and if they want to learn the Ming Dynasty calligraphy, they have to spend money..."

Fang Zheng felt like a nanny, but he couldn't get the approval of his master.

"Are you all obeying?"

Fang Xing only brought a long knife, but no bows and arrows. The group of people rode horses to the outskirts of the jungle. No more cutting was going on here, so it looked deserted.

After dismounting, Fang Zheng followed Fang Xing and introduced the situation.

"There are rebels, but life is getting better here now, and not many people are willing to follow them."

Fang Zheng's expression gradually became cold, and it was obvious that those rebellions left him with some unpleasant memories.

"Trouble?"

Fang Xing had dealt with this in Jiaozhi back then, so he felt that the rebellion here was just trivial and not worthy of attention.

"They like to stab and give people headaches."

Well……

This is really a headache and hard to prevent!

"Their assassinations resulted in hundreds of casualties among our people. Even if I led people to hunt him down, my dead brothers would never come back."

Sacrifice in peacetime makes people uneasy and sad, but Fang Xing knows that this is just a common thing.

In the future, the boss will often fight all over the world, and won't he suffer heavy casualties after the fight?

Two miles away on the left, the prisoners were cutting down the forest. Once that side was cleared, many warehouses and barracks could be built on the shore.

Just as the sergeant in front entered the forest, there was a noise on the left, so loud that it was heard even here.

Fang Xing looked sideways and saw the prisoners running out. Judging from their momentum, it seemed as if some prehistoric monster was chasing them in the jungle.

"What's going on? Go and ask."

Later came news that a prisoner had been swept away by a giant python.

The Ming army has already entered. Whether it's crossbows or firearms, the giant python can't get away with it.

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This jungle is very primitive. There are not many natives here, and being close to the sea makes it easier to find food, so the natives are not willing to come in.

There was absolutely no room for Fang Xing to show off along the way. Whether it was Fang Zheng's soldiers or Xin Laoqi and the others, these people almost made no mistakes.

Fang Zheng lifted up a leopard with force and said with a smile: "This arrow is good, does Dehua want the skin?"

"Okay! The salt will be prepared by then. If someone comes back to Beijing, let them take it back."

Fang Xing doesn't like the skins of these animals very much, but Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai are crazy fur people, and they have a lot of furs stored at home.

Occasionally, I thought of it and asked someone to make clothes, and then wore them out to a banquet to show off.

If you look at it from Fang Xing's perspective earlier, this is naturally not environmentally friendly and cruel.

But there are so many animals in this era, and there are so many undiscovered wild areas. If you think about protecting animals, you are really going to hell.

For example, in the Central Plains, our ancestors carved out this territory step by step many years ago, effectively seizing the territory of animals.

Fang Xing looked at the accompanying sergeants carrying their prey, thinking that if they waited a few hundred years, these would be rare treasures!

This group of people was engaged in destruction, and the quiet jungle became even quieter. The animals fled without a trace, and even the birds did not dare to sing.

Fang Xing still had a slight feeling of floating. Going from sea to land required a process of adaptation. He didn't want to adapt, because in a few days the fleet would be repaired and he would go back.

Then he was violently pulled behind.

Fang Xing, who was about to get angry, saw Xin Laoqi in front of him, and the sound of a knife came from behind.

The sound was sharp.

"They have blowpipes and shields!"

In an instant, Fang Zheng's men abandoned their prey and raised their shields to block the attack, but they were still a step too late.

Fang Xing heard a sound similar to that of a fire torch being blown out rapidly, and then a sergeant in front touched his throat.

After the shield blocked all directions, the sergeant slowly fell down.

"Give me the medicine! Give me the medicine now!"

Someone knelt on the ground to check the soldier who was hit by the blowgun, and then said in despair: "It's that kind of poison!"

The jungle here is dense, and the natives like to use certain animals and plants to make poisons, and apply them on weapons before fighting.

The lethality of the blowgun is reflected in the poison. Hearing the clinking sounds around, Fang Xing was furious and shouted: "Grenade!"

His servants all carried grenades, and they all lit them after hearing the words, and then several grenades flew into the jungle in front.

This is a delicate job. If the technique is not good, the grenade will hit the tree trunk and bounce back, which is self-inflicted.

So Fang Xing shrank his neck, and then there were several loud noises in the jungle, and gunpowder rose.

Fang Zheng drew out his long sword, "Kill the enemy!"

The soldiers rushed in with shields, and then there were sounds of weapons blocking and screams.

Xin Laoqi and others were protecting Fang Xing on the spot. Fang Zheng slowly looked around, his eyes wide open.

The soldier on the ground was already dying, panting like a bellows.

This is the expedition!

Fang Xing looked at all this in a daze, his brows gradually wrinkled.

"Has it always been like this?"

Fang Xing suddenly asked.

Fang Zheng stared at the front and said, "Yes, those defeated rebels still refuse to give up, but no people are willing to follow them, and their number is getting smaller and smaller... It used to happen frequently, but now it's really much less."

At this time, the battle inside was over, and the soldiers dragged out the body of the assassin, a prisoner, and a Ming soldier...

"Kneel down!"

The eyes of the Ming soldiers escorting the prisoners were red, and they directly chopped the prisoner's thigh with the back of the knife.

The prisoner knelt down in pain, but did not scream, just looked at Fang Zheng.

This is to identify the target!

"******"

The captive raised his head and screamed. Fang Zheng had been here for many years and had many interpreters under his command. Someone immediately translated: "He said that there will be countless people coming to assassinate him in the future. He can hide once, but he can't hide ten times."

The captive screamed shrilly, repeating that he was not afraid of death and that Fang Zheng would die in their hands sooner or later.

This is the enemy, an enemy with no room for maneuver.

Fang Zheng waved his hand without hesitation and shouted coldly: "Behead! Send the head to various places."