Xiao Fan: “…………”

After the royal palace was held on that day, the entire Peking Palace became hustle and bustle.

Let’s set off! Bring the Tartars back to the grassland!

The murderous intent of the camp in the western suburbs of Beiping was soaring into the sky, and military orders echoed in the camp. The complicated footsteps when the soldiers and horses were mobilized, the sound of swords, metal and iron colliding, and the sound of war horses restless neighing, sounds penetrated into the ears, and figures were coming and going, endless.

The hundreds of households with iron armor on their chests and sweat beads flowing on their faces, gathering their soldiers under their command in cursing. The impatient general raised his hand from time to time to whip the sergeant who was slightly slow. The whole camp was like a pot of boiling boiling water, boiling in the sky, orderly and orderly in chaos.

After the soldiers under the generals gathered, they went out of the camp in batches, and headed towards Shanhaiguan and Yanqing Pass of the Great Wall with a fierce murderous aura.

The food, grass and supplies began to be transferred urgently. On the second day after the army set off, they followed the army to the front line.

All the generals led their troops to set out, and the camp in the western suburbs of Beiping became empty, and now it is time for Xiao Fan to set out.

In the city of Peking, Cao Yi seemed to feel the urgency of military information and said to Xiao Fan: "The King of Yan said he would lead a large army to pick us up outside Shanhaiguan?"

Xiao Fan nodded.

Cao Yi looked a little weird and said, "Do you believe it?"

Xiao Fan curled his lips: "The fool believes it! I don't deny that he might really want to wipe out the 50,000 Tartars, but he will definitely not let me go. It would be better to cut it all out, so that he achieved his goal. At that time, he submitted a memorial to the imperial envoy to the capital court to sacrifice his country. None of the emperor or the civil and military officials in the court could do anything about him, because the imperial envoy was killed by the Tartars, not by the King of Yan. The King of Yan made contributions to the fight against the Tartars, and perhaps the court had to pinch his nose and reward him."

Cao Yi said sadly: "What should we do? Should we really go to the gate to die?"

Xiao Fan sighed and said, "There will always be a solution. Let's take one step at a time. Maybe this time we will really sacrifice our lives for the country."

Cao Yi was silent for a while and said, "Okay, if you really fall into a desperate situation, Cao will fight for this life and swear to ensure you are fully prepared! I will ask my brothers to gather and prepare to set off."

Xiao Fan stopped him: "Brother Cao, let's have a sworn ceremony or something to go to war to get lucky."

Cao Yi said: "This is simple. The army usually needs to kill people and sacrifice flags when going to war. I will go to the magistrate's death row prison and bring out a death row prisoner. I will cut it with one knife."

"I'm idle, I'll go with you."

Simple things are not simple.

Half an hour later, Xiao Fan and Cao Yi stood outside the death prison in the Beiping Prefect's Office, and said in surprise: "No? There is no death row prisoner?"

A middle-aged jailer smiled and said, "Two sirs, there are indeed many death row prisoners, but in the past two days, many thousand households in the Xijiao camp led their troops to the army. They all came to the death row to carry the prisoners' heads and sacrifice flags. As they carried the prisoners... the death row prisoners were empty, and there were no one left. Look, there were still a few hundred households with food, grass and supplies there waiting to be death row prisoners, but there were only a few death row prisoners in this cell, which was really not enough..."

Xiao Fan and Cao Yi looked at each other and said no tone for a long time.

This place in Peking is too evil, and even death row prisoners are so popular, it’s unreasonable!

The two stood outside the death penalty and were worried about their ways. Two yamen runners were escorting a prisoner wearing wooden shackles and shackles toward the door of the death penalty.

The yamen runner shouted as he walked: "A new death row prisoner is released, who wants it?"

Xiao Fan was stunned. Before he could open his mouth, he heard a loud bang. Several Yan soldiers and hundreds of households rushed forward like a charge. They pushed and shouted, "My! This is mine!"

"I have been waiting for a few hours! Why is it yours?"

"Don't fight! The death row prisoner is mine! Whoever dares to fight, I will cut this death row prisoner with one knife now! It also treats it as a prize for the brothers!"

“…………”

“…………”

The death row prisoner looked dark, like a small boat churning in the sea of ​​anger, rising and falling in the competition among hundreds of households, and suddenly appeared and faintly. His eyes were filled with tears and shouted in despair: "Don't fight! Otherwise, I'll kill you now! Woo, I was wrong, I regret it! - I have to let me have a full meal before going on the road? I'm still hungry!"

Everyone: "…………”

Xiao Fan and Cao Yi were dumbfounded and looked at the 100 households who were snatching their job titles. They were having a big fight for a death row prisoner. They wanted to go forward and fight, but they couldn't let go of their face. So they looked at each other and found that they were full of disappointment in their eyes.

With a fierce look on his sleeve, Xiao Fan said angrily: "Forget it! Don't be sentenced to death! Let's go back!"

Cao Yi said anxiously: "Do we still want to make an oath?"

"Of course!"

"Then what to kill to sacrifice the flag?"

"Kill the pig!"

Daying in the western suburbs of Beiping.

All the Yan army marched northward, and the camp was empty, leaving only the three thousand imperial guards and Jinyi lieutenants brought out from the capital, lined up in an orderly line, standing quietly in the center of the schoolyard.

Zhu Di still didn't dare to make things difficult for Xiao Fan. He assigned two war horses to each of the three thousand soldiers. The soldiers rode on the horse, holding the reins of another empty horse in their hands, motionless, and the three thousand people were like one, calm and steady, and towering.

On the school ground, yellow sand was everywhere, and dust was rolling. The strong wind mixed with sand and dust hit the faces of the soldiers, causing pain like a knife.

Xiao Fan and Cao Yi stood on the stage with their hands behind their hands. Looking at the young and energetic faces of the soldiers under their command, they couldn't help feeling a lot of unbearableness.

These are all fresh lives! This time, following him out of seclusion and going deep into the grassland, how many people can come back alive? They are all men raised by their parents, who doesn’t feel sorry for them?

Thinking of this, Xiao Fan couldn't help but tremble slightly. This is a war, a cruel and ruthless war. Can he come back alive after going to war? The family's thrush and Jiang Du were waiting for him day and night to go back, but at this moment, he was going to lead the soldiers to the unknown north, with an unpredictable future and uncertainty...

Xiao Fan bit his tongue hard, trying to endure the fear that seemed to be about to burst in his heart.

This is a national war! Fighting against the Tartars is the obligation of the Chinese people. Someone must do something before him. If he doesn't go, the soldiers from Peking will also go, and there will always be people who shed blood and sacrifice for this. They are all Han people. How can they escape the responsibility of defending the territory and fighting the enemy?

After calming down, Xiao Fan suppressed the fear in his heart, faced the bitter yellow dust wind, and shouted violently: "We are going to the battlefield!"

The three thousand soldiers looked stern and shouted in a deep voice: "Yes!"

"Fighting against the Tartars is something that every Han Chinese has the responsibility to do! Because behind us are the people who support us and fellow villagers! If we don't fight, they will be killed by the Tartars!"

"yes!"

Xiao Fan was filled with mixed feelings. Looking at the young and resolute faces in front of him, he suddenly slowed down his tone and smiled with tears in his eyes: "You may all die."

The three thousand soldiers shouted in unison: "We are not afraid!"

Xiao Fan's expression was solemn, and he shouted: "I will die with you!"

This sentence seemed to ignite the passion of all soldiers.

The title is high and the title is high. An imperial envoy from a literary background is willing to die with these miserable soldiers. It is enough!

The three thousand soldiers were moved and their chests were filled with blood and shouted.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

In just a few words, Xiao Fan ignited the burning fire in the hearts of the soldiers.

"Sacrifice the flag!" Xiao Fan shouted loudly.

A personal army appeared in the sight of the soldiers with a screaming black pig.

Everyone was shocked: "…………”

A rare red tide flashed across Xiao Fan and Cao Yi's faces, and it flashed in a flash and soon returned to calmness.

Tie the black pig on the flagpole in front of the dot platform, and then the ghost-headed sword in the hands of the personal army who temporarily acted as the executioner raised it high. Under the gaze of the three thousand soldiers on the school ground, the personal army's sword was raised several times, but finally I still didn't know how to start.

He has killed people, but he has never killed pigs, and he knows that killing people is different from killing pigs.

After holding up the big sword for a long time, he personally asked for help and glanced at Xiao Fan with helpless eyes.

Xiao Fan was so angry that he stepped forward and kicked the princess hard in the ass, then snatched the big knife, and said angrily: "Baoty! Isn't it just a pig kill? I'll do it!"

The three thousand soldiers were immediately excited and swept away the decadent aura just now. The coach personally gave the sword to sacrifice the flag. This was rare. Of course, even less common people killed pigs and sacrifice flags.

Xiao Fan narrowed his eyes, reached out and gestured to the position of the pig's head, and then calmed down. Under the expectant gaze of the three thousand soldiers, Xiao Fan shouted suddenly, and then raised his sword and fell...

"Ao—" A tragic and shrill pig cries echoed slowly in the school ground.

Xiao Fan was so scared that he took a few steps back. In horror, he saw the ghost-headed sword slashing the pig's neck. The blade edge was seven points into the flesh. However, the black pig's vitality was obviously very tenacious and he was not dead. In pain, he broke free from the rope tied to the flagpole, screamed and ran down the platform, and rushed to the middle of the schoolyard with a lifeless life.

The soldiers were stunned again: "…………”

Xiao Fan was also stunned. How should this situation be handled?

Cao Yi was so anxious that he sweated profusely. He leaned into Xiao Fan's ear and whispered: "It is very unlucky to be sacrificed to the flag if you don't die..."

Xiao Fan was shocked and pointed at the black pig carrying a ghost-headed sword on his neck. The black pig running around the schoolyard shouted: "Hurry up! Kill it!"

The soldiers woke up as if they were dreaming and hurriedly got off their horses. Then the black pigs in the schoolyard began to chase and block the schoolyard. The originally murderous aura suddenly became chaotic and noisy, and it was like a market.

In the yellow dust, the soldiers tried a lot of effort to block the black pig in a blind spot in the schoolyard. Then... the soldiers looked at each other with a very embarrassed look, not knowing what to do with it.

Xiao Fan stood on the stage and stomped his feet so anxiously that he shouted: "Beat it!"

When the soldiers heard the military order, they were excited and then inhumanely beaten the black pig.

The loess was hustle and bustle, and there was only a sound of punching and kicking. Finally, the black pig let out a long hiss of sadness and anger, and finally fell to the ground and gradually disappeared.

Xiao Fan was relieved. After the team changed from chaos to order, Xiao Fan pointed to the black pig that had been dead in the corner for a long time and cheered the soldiers: "Have you seen it all?"

"See it!"

Xiao Fan glared and shouted: "If the enemy dares to stop us, their fate will be like this pig!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"The army sets off!"

Xiao Fan turned his head and whispered to Cao Yi: "Distribute the pork to the soldiers to eat extra meals in the evening. Also, please tell me that you don't waste pig blood. After it is solidified, cut it into slices and cook it into pig blood soup, drizzle it with sesame oil, sprinkle with chopped green onion, it is fragrant and beautiful... hurry up, go and go back quickly!"
Chapter completed!