Chapter Ninety-One: Honest Fan III

The scarred Fan San crawled back to Zhangjiakou, with a rope tied around his waist, and at the other end of the rope was tied a climbing plow made of branches, on which Fan Xiaoshan's youngest son Fan Wenfang was lying.

When people saw them, both Fan Wenfang's body and Fan San's wounds were crawling with flies.

Fan Xiaoshan almost fainted when he saw this scene.

Fan Wenfang is the son he has high hopes for, this time he asked his son to transport materials to Jianzhou, hoping to pave a way for his son, enter the Manchu court from a young age, and wait for the Manchu Dynasty to succeed, Fan Wenfang can also rise to the top, and finally become the pillar of the Fan family in the Manchu court.

Now that it's all over, my son has encountered a thief, and it seems that the caravan escorting the goods has also been wiped out.

And Fan San's embarrassing appearance made Fan Xiaoshan's soul fly out of the sky.

You must know that the Jianzhou warriors who set off with Fan San were three Jianzhou warriors of Niu Lu!

He may be able to understand Fan Wenfang's accident, but Fan Xiaoshan can't understand Fan San's appearance here in such an embarrassment.

A bucket of ice water was splashed on the unconscious Fan San, Fan San slowly opened his eyes, saw Fan Xiaoshan's urgent eyes, squirmed his lips and said, "Master, we are ambushed ......"

"What kind of ambush did you fall into?"

"Whose ambush did you fall into?"

"Where is the Jianzhou army?"

Fan Xiaoshan's series of eager words did not make Fan San more sober, Fan San opened his mouth, and fainted again.

Two buckets of ice water were splashed down, Fan San still didn't move, and the doctor touched Fan San's pulse and said with concern: "I have a high fever, plus exhaustion, if I can't wake up after three days, I will never wake up." ”

Fan Xiaoshan knew that at this time, Fan San could not be allowed to die no matter what, so he said to the doctor: "Save him, if you can't save him, you will be killed." ”

When the doctor heard Fan Xiaoshan say this, he shivered, and let Fan San hurriedly enter the Fan family compound.

The life and death of the Jianzhou army were unknown, and Fan Xiaoshan didn't have time to pay attention to the body of his already stinky son, and the sound of the female dependents crying loudly made him even more irritable in his heart, and he stomped his feet and roared: "What howl, you will cry!" ”

Entering the inner house, Fan Wencheng's face sank like water......

"Has the servant woken up?"

Fan Xiaoshan shook his head and said: "There is only one breath left, if this breath does not come up, no one will know about the disappearance of the 1,000 army in Jianzhou." ”

Fan Wencheng said: "This is impossible, it is more than a thousand people, more than a thousand warriors, it is impossible to disappear so silently."

Pour strong medicine on your servant, and I want him to wake up immediately. ”

Fan Xiaoshan shook his head and said: "It's useless, two buckets of ice water are poured down and there is no movement, a certain family knows some medical theories, such a person is basically dead, and it depends on luck if you want to survive." ”

Fan Wencheng propped his hands on the table and said in a low voice: "He must come back to life, he must come back to life, otherwise more than a thousand Jianzhou warriors will die in vain, and you and I can't afford it."

At the very least, we must tell Prince Shuorui what happened clearly, otherwise, you and I will die without a place to be buried. ”

Fan Xiaoshan said: "I don't understand, the Jianzhou warriors you said are not those useless swordsmen in my caravan."

I believe that they were robbed by horse thieves, and if you want to say that none of the more than 1,000 heavily armed Jianzhou warriors were killed by horse thieves, I don't believe it.

Wait, maybe there will be someone back. ”

Fan Wencheng sat back in his seat in a dejected manner, and the hand holding the tea bowl trembled so much that it made the tea bowl rattle.

Fan Xiaoshan didn't believe that more than 1,000 Jiannu troops were killed by horse thieves, and Fan Wencheng naturally didn't believe it, even if a giant like Li Hongji and Zhang Bingzhong wanted to kill more than 1,000 heavily armed Jianzhou warriors, it was absolutely impossible.

Not to mention, this is more than a thousand cavalry, they can't beat it and can run...... This is in the Mongolian steppe, not a treacherous place like hills and hills......

On the first day, nothing happened, Fan was like gold paper on three sides, and the gas was like a gossamer, and the merchants of Zhangjiakou were as prosperous as yesterday.

Fan Wencheng went around in circles like an old donkey, and Fan Xiaoshan stood guard on the Zhangjiakou Pass to see through the autumn water.

The next day, nothing happened, and Fan San's breathing became smooth and improved. However, outside Zhangjiakou, there are still no tattered Jianzhou cavalry on the horizon, and no Jianzhou cavalry with bright armor and bravado appears in people's eyes.

Fan Wencheng drank three buckets and was not drunk, and white hair appeared on Fan Xiaoshan's sideburns.

On the third day, Fan Wencheng stayed in front of Fan San's bed with a body of alcohol, and Fan Xiaoshan buried his son's tattered corpse and also came to Fan San's bed.

The sun set, and the Fan's compound, with its cloud-like servants, was like a dead city.

The moon was like a hook, and Fan San opened his eyes.

"Feed him a bowl of ginseng soup."

Fan Wencheng calmed down, and did not ask Fan San in a hurry, he already knew that the more than 1,000 troops in Jianzhou might not be able to come back, and it was useless to urge Fan San at this time.

A bowl of ginseng soup was in his stomach, and before Fan San could open his mouth, tears fell first.

Fan Wencheng turned his back and asked in a deep voice, "Fan San, what about the army?" ”

Fan San squirmed his lips and looked at Fan Xiaoshan timidly, Fan Xiaoshan said lightly: "Tell everything you know, the more detailed the better." ”

Fan San said in a low voice: "We were ambushed. ”

"Who?"

"The officials and soldiers of Datong Mansion, a large number of people who are pressed by the black."

"It can't be!" Fan Wencheng's voice became sharp.

Fan San said in a low voice: "This is what General Doral said, and he also said that he finally met a group of real Ming people." ”

"Whose flag is the Ming army on the other side?"

Fan San shook his head and said, "I don't know, General Doral is just happy to rush over with the army." ”

"Is it so sloppy?"

Fan San cried and said with a sad face: "One of them rushed up, and the three oxen were organized into three teams, leaving the six of us who couldn't fight in the end, there was no way, we had to keep up, and then there was a cannon bombardment on the opposite side, my horse was killed by an iron ball, and I fell to the ground, and the musket on the opposite side hit like a firecracker, and the small one went into the marmot hole." ”

Fan Wencheng gritted his teeth and said, "Have you seen the person on the other side clearly?" ”

Fan San thought for a while and said: "No, there is only a large row of wooden planks nailed with big iron nails, oh, there are reels underneath, I saw Wuda Niu Lu Ezhen rushing to the big plank, and only then did he hit the big plank with a hammer, and he was pierced by the spear drilled out of the gap in the plank, and picked it up and received the back of the plank." ”

Fan Wencheng's eyes fell on a thin middle-aged man, and he listened to the middle-aged man: "Artillery, muskets, spears, side vans, Ming army equipment." ”

"How many people are on the other side?"

Fan San shook his head and said, "I don't know, I only heard General Doral shouting: I died here today......

The thin middle-aged man sighed and said: "This is no way to escape, there are the most enemy troops in front, but it is also the only way to survive, only by chiseling through the enemy formation can there be a way to live, such a military order is not new in the army."

If you want to encircle the 1,000-strong army of our Jianzhou, without more than eight times the enemy army, Dolal will not do this. ”

Fan Wencheng asked again: "Why don't you obey the military order and fight to the death?" ”

Fan San glanced at Fan Xiaoshan, and saw that Fan Xiaoshan's face was expressionless, so he said in a low voice: "At that time, General Doral had already fallen from his horse, and the first charge failed, and the muskets on the opposite side were like fried beans, and the warriors of Jianzhou rushed to a distance of fifty paces from the enemy formation at most and were killed and wounded.

General Doral took the Jianzhou warriors who fell off the war horse to attack on foot, and was hit by the muskets of the people and couldn't raise his head, at this time, General Doral braved the bullets of the Ming army and continued to rush forward, the small saw him being hit with his own eyes, and saw that he was unable to climb over the big planks of the people, General Dolal shot an arrow, well, it was an arrow, and the Jianzhou warriors who regrouped in the back and were ready to continue the attack heard the arrow, so they gave up the formation and scattered away.

The little ones had no horses and could not catch up with them, so they had to hide in the marmot holes. ”

The thin middle-aged man said: "What kind of arrow?" ”

Fan San smiled bitterly: "What do you want me to say?" ”

The middle-aged man said to the servant beside him, "Fetch my quiver." ”

After a while, the servant brought an arrow bag, and the thin middle-aged man took the longbow, raised his hand and shot out an arrow and asked Fan San: "Is this the case?" ”

Fan San shook his head and said, "It's not like this, the voice seems to be more sharp." ”

The middle-aged man nodded, raised his hand, and shot another arrow, and then looked at Fan San.

Fan San continued to shake his head and said, "The voice is not so short. ”

The middle-aged man shot an arrow again, and Fan San immediately said, "That's the kind of sound." ”

The thin middle-aged man sighed and said to Fan Wencheng: "This arrow is shot to inform the subordinates that they don't need to ignore the lord's life and death, and scatter and flee for their lives...... There is no such order until the time of despair.

This dog minion is not lying. ”