Chapter 2372: Blessings of Heroic Spirits (Thanks to the Book Friend: "The Next Crown Prince" Becomes the New Leader of This Book)

"It's Chinese New Year!"

In the early morning, the quiet Fangjiazhuang was awakened by a shout.

Wearing a bright red cotton-padded jacket, the beaming girl looked up at the blue sky, then turned around and shouted into the mansion: "Come out quickly, little bugs! Let's go find the hare!"

A gasping sound immediately came from inside.

Two big dogs ran towards me with their tongues hanging out. They ran out of the gate, jumped up, and licked the girl's face with their tongues.

"Go away!"

Wuyou reached out and pushed the heads of the two over-enthusiastic dogs away, and said, "Quickly, let's go find the hare."

The two big dogs landed angrily, then ran in front of Wuyou, turning around to glance at their little master from time to time.

Wuyou turned around and looked at the big house, and pouted: "Dad is sleeping in again, how shameless!"

When she turned around again, she was already smiling and shouted: "Run!"

A man and two dogs began to trot in the field, laughing constantly.

The knife came out and followed slowly.

Fang Xing was just about to get up at this moment. He yawned lazily, washed up and took a walk in the yard.

Zhang Shuhui, Xiaobai, and Mochou, who had returned from business, were preparing for the sacrifice in the early morning of tomorrow. Tudou and Ping An were teasing Huanhuan, who was a little silly.

This is the life that every man dreams of, and Fang Xing is no exception.

My mood is relaxed and my thoughts flow smoothly.

The day before yesterday, news came from the north that the Black Thorns had successfully passed Yilibaili without encountering any enemy troops.

The news came when Zhu Zhanji went to the Chung Martyrs' Shrine to offer sacrifices. The generals who accompanied him in the military were very excited and thought it was a good sign.

The heroic spirit remains, protecting our country!

So when the warriors returned home, they began to rack their brains to write memorials, but most of them were attributed to their staff.

These memorials all praised Zhu Zhanji for his brilliance and martial prowess. Then the conversation changed, and several people asked Ying to help the Black Thorn.

Zhu Zhanji did not agree or object at that time. He probably wanted to wait until the New Year before making a decision.

Fang Xing did not submit a memorial, he just watched the warriors express their loyalty to the emperor.

The success of the cleanup in the north and south caused the gentry to be disappointed and even resentful of Zhu Zhanji and the Ming Dynasty, but Zhu Zhanji's prestige still improved a lot.

An emperor who is always good-tempered must have little prestige.

The emperor who was indecisive in doing things was even more of a toy for his courtiers.

Therefore, when Zhu Zhanji gradually revealed the prototype of a wise king and even a heroic hero, the warriors were the first to show their allegiance.

Fang Xing read a lot of comments about emperors in history. Many people boasted that a certain emperor became a hero even when he was young, and he could only retaliate for this.

Zhu Zhanji had been cultivated by Zhu Di for many years and could only move forward slowly. Which emperor is so awesome that he can become the hero as soon as he starts, and he is not afraid of hemorrhoids and causing blood to flow all over the manhole.

Thinking of this, Fang Xing couldn't help but rub his belly. Recently, he ate hot pot every day and couldn't live without chili peppers. He was a little worried that he might have hemorrhoids.

"Master, the young lady is playing on the farm, and the knife is following her."

A servant girl came to report Wuyou's whereabouts, and Fang Xing couldn't help but think of her anger after her request to go hunting in the mountains was rejected that morning.

"elder sister!"

Huanhuan likes Wuyou the most. He thinks the two brothers are too dull and serious and not fun.

Fang Xing turned around and asked, "Do you want to go play with your sister?"

Huanhuan sat on the small stool and stood up immediately after hearing the words, and said happily: "I want to go."

Tudou and Ping An immediately started to grimace, but Fang Xing turned a blind eye and ordered: "Take your brother and keep an eye on him and Wuyou."

"Master, uncle is here."

Zhang Fu's arrival was a bit unexpected, and Fang Xing hurried to the front yard.

When he saw Zhang Fu, he was actually wearing a military uniform with a long sword on his waist, looking like he was about to go to war.

Fang Xing asked in shock: "Brother, where are you going?"

Zhang Fu asked, "Dehua, who is going to rescue those prisoners of war? Samarkand is full of tigers and wolves. Do you think they can succeed?"

Fang Xing didn't guess the purpose of his question.

He said vaguely: "They are very elite."

Zhang Fu asked: "How elite are they? Can they still run wild in Hareth?"

Fang Xing frowned and asked, "Brother, what are you doing?"

Zhang Fu said with some relief: "Your Majesty's decree just came, ordered me to lead the army to inspect the border wall after the Chinese New Year, but the border wall did not warn, and there has never been such an urgent inspection. Brother, I judge that your Majesty does not want to Go to war."

The rescue of prisoners of war will strengthen Zhu Zhanji's prestige in the army and boost military morale. This kind of action that kills two birds with one stone is certainly worth doing.

Rather than wanting to go to war, or even doing it quietly, I just didn't want the civil officials to feel that the emperor was favoring the military at this juncture.

As an emperor, Zhu Zhanji must balance the relationship between civil and military affairs. Any deviation will lead to unpredictable consequences.

This requires a clear distinction!

Fang Xing shook his head and said, "There are about a thousand people in that army. Everyone can be equal to ten. Brother, unless the Harleans send a large army to chase us, there is no need to respond."

Zhang Fu said disappointedly: "There is such a powerful guard station?"

Fang Xing said: "It was left by Emperor Wen."

Zhang Fu said solemnly: "Then I have no doubts, but you have forgotten the Harel's rangers. Our people often go to Yili to scout out there, and we often fight with the large forces of Harel's rangers. , if they encounter the Harley Rangers, they will have pursuers behind them and interceptions in front. "

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Samarkand had been left behind for more than ten miles, but more than three hundred pursuers were chasing them more than a mile behind.

The horses of these pursuers were excellent, but excellent horses should be matched with excellent soldiers.

The rescued prisoners were still in a state of ecstasy, but several years of imprisonment had caused the horsemanship of these former rangers or scouts to degenerate.

The Black Thorn men did not drive their horses at full speed, but just accommodated the speed of the prisoners' horses.

Wang Yan turned around and glanced at the pursuers, and said, "Zhao Xing!"

As the highest-ranking prisoner of war, Zhao Xing was temporarily entrusted with an important task to lead those prisoners.

"My lord!"

Zhao Xing also saw the pursuers in leather armor, and his heart trembled, thinking that Wang Yan was going to arrange them to intercept the pursuers.

"Take them away quickly, we will come later!"

After Wang Yan finished speaking, he drew his long sword and shouted, "Prepare grenades!"

The entire operation, from infiltration to peripheral coordination, was almost seamless.

The people who cooperated on the periphery pretended to be horse vendors, and brought not only war horses but also equipment.

The fire was turned on and burned vigorously. More than a hundred people suddenly turned their horses around. The pursuers had no time to react, and they didn't want to react.

So the pursuers began to roar excitedly. Because the distance between the two sides was too close, the cost of using bows and arrows was that they didn't have time to draw their swords, so these Ha Lie people drew their long swords and shouted.

"Grenade!"

The two sides ran towards each other, and the distance was quickly shortened. The black spots flew over from the Ming army. Then the Ming army lay on the back of the horse, almost without exposing any part of their bodies.

"What is that?"

The Ha Lie people were still preparing for the fight later. After seeing the black spots, someone asked in confusion.

Among them was an old soldier who had fought against the Ming army in the past. Seeing this, he shouted in fear: "It's the Ming army's firearms!"

He wanted to turn his horse around, but he would only be knocked away by the war horse behind him and then trampled into meat paste. So he threw away his long sword and lay on the horse's back, hoping to escape.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

The grenade exploded on the ground, and the pursuers were thrown to the ground.

Wang Yan drew his long sword and was the first to kill.

Zhao Xing led the prisoners to flee desperately in front. He knew that the faster they ran here, the safer the Black Thorns behind would be.

When they ran more than five miles, Zhao Xing couldn't help but look back.

He only saw the shadows of people, and then his heart was cold.

"Run!"

The prisoners looked back one after another, and some even shouted: "Sir, let's go back and fight them!"

Zhao Xing said woodenly: "Run!"

If they turned back and fought desperately at this moment, it would only be a meal for the pursuers, but it would ruin all the efforts and sacrifices of the Black Thorns in this operation.

They rode their horses and galloped, but the pursuers behind them were getting closer and closer.

Zhao Xing didn't want to look back, he was afraid that he would despair after seeing the distance between the two sides.

"Sir!"

At this time, a prisoner suddenly turned around and took a look, and then shouted in surprise.

Zhao Xing felt his neck was a little stiff, and he tried to look back.

Then joy came!