"Is this the strength of ordinary people?"

In the dense forest, the sword is like a stunning wilderness and the man is like a dragon.

Fang Yuan was flying at a few o'clock, and several blood flowers flew up, but no drop fell on him.

Although Meng Kuo did not notice such a change, he also felt that this warrior was really unbearable and at ease.

puff!

Fang Yuan pulled the long sword out of the throat of the last standing Dongyi man to avoid the splashing blood: "It's not different from Xia Shi, but there are more skills!"

He wiped his sword against his corpse clothes, and then walked away.

"Hero! Let's be slow!"

Meng Kuo jumped up with a striking feeling.

"What? Do you have something to say?"

Fang Yuan stared at Meng Kuo with a smile, and the iron sword in his hand seemed to be dark and sharp.

Meng Kuo folded his hands on his chest, turned his palms inward, bowing deeply: "I am grateful for this hero's rescue, so please leave your name!"

"I? It's called Zhi!"

Fang Yuan smiled: "You don't have to repay my life-saving grace, just give me the reward!"

Even while talking, he kept walking.

"Wait a minute!"

Meng Kuo strode to catch up and fell behind Fang Yuan: "Where is the hero going? That's not the direction of our Da Shang military camp..."

"Who said I'm going back to the barracks?"

Fang Yuan replied casually: "After this conquest is defeated, of course we must go back first!"

"Our army has not been defeated!"

Unexpectedly, when he heard this, Meng Kuo almost jumped up and said loudly: "This time, my army in the southern expedition has hundreds of chariots. What is the point of a small mistake?"

He looked at Fang Yuan, with unconcealed heat in his eyes: "Jie! You have the ability to slaughter lions and fight tigers, why should you leave? This is a good opportunity to make achievements! Are you unwilling to be an ordinary martial arts soldier? I can recommend you! As long as you establish meritorious deeds, you will be named a gentry and will be hereditary."

“…”

Fang Yuan was speechless.

If he was still the same as before, being granted a title and becoming a gentry would be a lifelong pursuit.

If this scene is changed, it means that the free people in the West suddenly have the opportunity to become a knight master, or the wild samurai in ancient Japan is willing to take in. It is simply a step to reach the sky! It is enough to make anyone snatch the head.

But in Fang Yuan's opinion, it's just a native chicken and a tile dog.

"Some family said they didn't want to fight again, haven't you heard it clearly?"

He paused, his face radiating coldness.

Meng Kuo suddenly felt a little confused and felt that if he said a little more nonsense, the younger brother's Du Yu sword would pierce into his chest and his whole body would become stiff.

"Okay... Since the hero insists on doing this, I won't try to keep it..."

Meng Kuo's face was full of regret.

Fang Yuan gave a look of "You know what you are" and asked casually: "Do you know where Fangshan is? Which tribe is occupying it now?"

"Fangshan?"

Meng Kuo was startled, and then the expression on his face became strange: "You don't know?"

"Why should I know?"

Fang Yuan asked suspiciously, it would be great if this person has a low body and can roughly understand the world. How could he know the life or death of a certain tribe?

"This mountain is the old capital of my Da Shang!"

Meng Kuo murmured: "At that time, the Xuanniao, the destiny of heaven, descended and gave birth to Shang. A goddess received the will of heaven. She gave birth to a son Qi and was respected as the lord of the tribe. Later, Qi's descendant Tang led the people of the Shang Dynasty to compete for the Central Plains, defeated the last king of the Xia Dynasty, and was elected as the new king by the princes. Four hundred years ago, the Shang Dynasty moved its capital to Shangyi, but Fangshan's status was still very respectful. It was the secret cultivation place of all the witch doctors and priests. The tombs of the previous kings of all dynasties were also there..."

As he spoke, he suddenly realized that although this artist was extremely brave, his clothes were just like an ordinary Chinese. It was already a great thing to know more than ten miles around him. He might not know these things.

"The mysterious bird of destiny descended and gave birth to Shang?"

Little did he know that Fang Yuan could hear his words, like thunder, bursting in his ears one after another.

"And... our Fangshan is the origin of Shang? So, was this Shang Dynasty actually created by me?"

Fang Yuan's face looked a little embarrassed: "I am the ancestor of Shang? Well... Even if it is nominal, it has a subtle feeling..."

For some reason, when he heard the myth of the mysterious bird of destiny and descending to give birth to Shang, he thought of a reckless girl. Perhaps there was some connection between the two?

Unfortunately, five hundred years have passed, and the beauty has a dry bone. The former girl may have turned into a handful of loess at this time.

"Introduction...you?"

Meng Kuo looked at Fang Yuan's face and felt a little suspicious.

"I wonder how the progress of this conquest of Dongyi is going?"

Fang Yuan came to his senses, but asked about other aspects.

"This..."

Meng Kuo smiled bitterly: "What else can it be? Although it is a small frustration, it is not a big deal."

He was filled with a sense of confidence as a great country and a country above the heavens. After all, in the eyes of the civilization of this era, the so-called "Dongyi" is a group of stubborn monkeys and barbarians!

How could there be a great defeat if the Shang Dynasty conquers it? At most, the war will be stalemate.

Even the "Dongyi" is a nickname given by the princes. On this land, there are many barbarian tribes, and they are even disobedient to each other, but they are simply called the Dongyi.

Therefore, the Shang Dynasty's punishment battle was to capture a mountain today, and to behead dozens of people tomorrow, and to destroy a small tribe the day after tomorrow. That's all.

Even if the storm is successful and the troops return to the court, it will not take long before these savages who hide in the mountains will come out again, acting as a mighty man and harming one side.

"Although there was a small setback this time, when our army was approaching, we would definitely win the championship and we would be able to return to the court at that time!"

Meng Kuo's face also had a contradictory look.

A real man made achievements is an instinctive pursuit, but the environment here in Dongyi was harsh, and the death of a younger brother made him think about returning.

But even if the Dongyi is pacified, it will take a few years to repeat and work hard, and this is the price of becoming the common ruler of the world!

The rise of the four barbarians is a challenge to the central monarchy. Even if it mobilizes troops and wastes money, it must respond and suppress it!

Fang Yuan listened carefully and a sneer appeared on his face.

'Although I know that Da Shang did this just to maintain authority and border security, I fight a battle without profit every time. Even if I win, it will greatly damage my morale and physical strength. At this time, Dongyi is simply a slumber, dragging Da Shang to sink into the mud and keep bleeding. In this way, public grievances will arise!'

‘When the public is grievances apart, the princes of all directions can take advantage of the opportunity. Even if the great Shang army is sharp, they will be exhausted in the back and forth separatist with the Dongyi. At that time, as long as the princes of all directions rise and shout, the four sides respond and attack Huanglong, they will be able to force the Shang army to return to help. With a new army, they will be able to defeat the elite Shang Dynasty, and the country will be destroyed and the tribe will be destroyed.’

There is nothing new under the sun.

In this situation, Fang Yuan thought about it for a moment and deduced it.

Even the other party used open conspiracy, with the Dongyi people jumping up and down, and the Shang king's great success. As long as they encountered it, they would definitely step in and would never get out of it.

"Let's go!"

Fang Yuan turned around and patted Meng Kuo on the shoulder.

“Where to go?”

Meng Kuo looked confused.

"Of course it's the Shang army camp!" Fang Yuan said naturally: "For your sincerity, I will reluctantly help you and solve this Dongyi."

"Thank you, the hero!"

Meng Kuo was overjoyed, and the two walked side by side, quickly out of the dense forest, and after another trek, they arrived before a military camp.

"It's Mengkuo!"

"Mengku is safe!"

"Open the door quickly!"

Obviously, the Mengkuo person was much higher than Fang Yuan imagined. As soon as he appeared, cheers came from the military camp.

"It's really a slight?"

Several people ran out of the barracks, all of whom looked worried: "Mengkuo, you are back safe, so lucky!"

"At that time, the rioters rushed to the battlefield, and I had no choice but to hide in the mountains and forests. Fortunately, this hero was rescued by him!"

Meng Kuo shirked a few words and introduced Fang Yuan to the people behind him: "This hero has killed more than ten enemies, and he is not as brave as a centuries! I invite him to meet Fang Bo together!"

At this time, Fang Bo means the highest military commander.

"There is a tyrant of a centurion? Kill ten people?"

His suspicious eyes fell on Fang Yuan, and then he turned into an admiration: "Since it is what Kuozhi said, it must be the true thing. If we have this warrior, why worry about the failure of the Eastern Bible?"

After Meng Kuo entered the military camp, he looked solemn, silent and glanced at Fang Yuan with some concern, obviously afraid that his rampant Wuji would hit other nobles.

But since Fang Yuan changed his mind and came to the military camp, he naturally accepted his character and treated people with politeness and did not violate the rules at all, which made Meng Kuo amazed.
To be continued...