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Yang and Wei, the mouth of the Great Wall.

Ma Fang said that it was 100,000 soldiers and horses belonging to Alta who were stationed outside the Saiwai camp, and it had been three months since Hannaji ran south.

Ma Fang's armor has been rusted by sweat for months, his clothes are stained with indescribable causes, his beard and hair are messy, his cheeks are up, his eyes are fierce, and his hand is pressed on the saber of the nobles outside the Saiwai who is different in the Ming battle sword system at his waist, looking at the soldiers and horses outside the Saiwai, with a feeling that Chen Mu can't say.

Whether it was alert and serious, or pretending to be relaxed, or just the normal look of this veteran on the edge of the town, Chen Mu didn't know.

"The Holy Lion outside the Saiwai panicked, and he was afraid that China would kill his grandson day and night."

Ma Fang did not rely on the old and sell the old, although Chen Mu was young and did not like to talk, but Ma Fang was not right about things, raised his finger and pointed to the distance and said: "If Han Naji has not returned, I will not raise troops, even if his Chen soldiers are 100,000; Now that you are here, I understand him, put Hannaji back, exchange Zhao Quan and others, and he still won't raise troops. ”

If someone else said this, Chen Mu wouldn't believe it, but this came from Ma Fang's mouth, and Chen Mu believed it.

The person who knew me best in the Ming Dynasty was Ma Fang, because he lived by my side for 12 years, killed a tiger as a slave and saved him, and became one of the best warriors in the Mongolian camp.

In other words, the white-haired celebrity in front of him has spent his whole life serving and fighting against Meda.

"Unthinkable, huh? The Holy Lion will be terrified for his grandson, but he will. He has a very good face, when you see him after you get out of the jam, he will boast about your martial arts, don't worry, say whatever you have martial arts, don't exaggerate or be shy, he is like a lion and a tiger, the more you are afraid, the more fierce he is. Ma Fang's voice was very rough, perhaps because of the problem in his nose and the sound of roaring between his breaths, "This is not a switch to surrender, it is to promote peace with war." ”

"Mongolia has not been as strong as before in recent years, and the number of casualties in the confrontation tends to be equal, and no one has taken a real advantage, and they will not want to continue fighting, and besides, Wang Junmen should have told you."

Ma Fang's smile had a complicated look, and he slowly shook his head and said, "He doesn't know what Zhao Quan, who believes in the White Lotus and pretends to be a ghost, means to him, Mongolia will eventually decay, decay...... Since the exchange of Hannaji back to Zhao Quan, it is the beginning of decline. ”

Chen Mu doesn't know Zhao Quan, Zhao Quan is just a cult leader, so important to me and Mongolia?

But he empathizes with Ma Fang's complex smile, Mongolia is to Ma Fang, and in some places is like the Ming Dynasty to Chen Mu, they all have deep feelings for this country, but they are also witnessing its process from prosperity to decline, if Ma Fang says: Mongolia will eventually decline.

Chen Mu will also say: The Ming Dynasty will eventually decline.

All he did was to save as many people as he could and fight for a breath. But to save Da Ming, everything he did was not qualified, no one could save Da Ming, maybe Zhang Juzheng could continue his life, but when he was not there, all this was also wiped out.

Chen Mu thought about this problem, fortunately he was born in the Jiajing and Longqing dynasties, not in the Chongzhen era, if he was born in the Chongzhen Dynasty, he would have gone to sea at this time.

It's hard to give up your life to save your life, but that's not the hardest thing to accept.

After fighting to the death to save the country, he passed on the first nine sides, was pushed to the battlefield by the emperor's order if he did not repair his armor, and Ling Chi was executed and eaten by the people, which one would he choose? He must have chosen to build a ship and go to sea, and it was a person to save a person.

Working for Emperor Chongzhen and wanting to keep his head?

That's impossible, so Daming is now a dead end, where is the death?

It's not that tens of thousands of strong soldiers are left, and the strong soldiers will eventually grow old; It's not something that can be solved by leaving thousands of artillery pieces, thousands of warships, or millions of taels of silver.

No matter how big the family background of Emperor Longqing is, Wanli Ye can be defeated almost in the future, and the Son of Heaven will die in January when the chaos is rectified, and the Heavenly Spoon will play with Xiong Tingbi, Wei Gonggong and Keshi to intensify the conflict with the civil officials.

In the end, it was the turn of Emperor Chongzhen, who was like a wild dog and moved like a rookie, to clean up, count the bunch of life-giving cards left in his hand, and slowly play out, who could stop it?

He empathized with Ma Fang's mind too much!

But Zhao Quan, what is that?

Chen Mu didn't say anything, but his disapproving expression had already conveyed this meaning to Ma Fang, which was very clear.

"General Chen, do you know, what does Ban Sheng mean?"

When Ma Fang mentioned this word, there was admiration in his eyes, and he said: "The wooden plank rises, and it is the place where the people outside the Saiwai settle down, and it is called Bansheng; Thousands of years before the dynasty, China invaded the north outside the fortress for many years, when did the people settle outside the fortress, build houses, and build a city? ”

"It was done by Zhao Quan, he persuaded me to accept the people of Beiben, build a big board in the Tumut Department to ascend to the city, create a nine-fold palace of the long dynasty, and respect me as the emperor's son of heaven, imitating Chinese etiquette." Ma Fang raised her eyebrows like a young man, "It was the forty-fourth year of Jiajing, the sky was furious, the hunting wind blew the beams, the Changchao Hall collapsed and killed Song Gen'er and other masterminds who repaired the city. ”

"I don't dare to live, although the construction of Dabansheng City has been stopped, but the Han people have settled outside the Saiwai, General Chen knows what this means? The offensive and defensive situation is easy, when the old man was in Mongolia, the stuffed tribe couldn't even make an iron pot, and now they can fight sabre armor, no worse than ours, they grow wheat and melons, this is because of Zhao Quan. Because the city wall is made of green bricks, in Mongolian, the city is called Qingcheng, which should be read as such. ”

Ma Fang took a deep breath, and his gaze turned from Chen Mu, who was full of shock, to the outside of the plug, "That's a person to be reckoned with, you have full authority to participate in this matter, and let me agree to the exchange and bring Zhao Quan and those people back." ”

"The old man's cavalry is below, and there are hundreds of households Bao Chongde, he is very sensible, with him to help you, everything is fine."

He thought that Chen Mu was shocked by Zhao Quan's actions, but he didn't.

Chen Mu's face recovered in shock, and he pursed his lips with a strange smile and nodded inexplicably, "I'll bring him back." ”

The cyan city that Ma Fang just talked about, Hohhot.

The pronunciation was different, but Chen Mu was sure that this was what he said.

Very interesting.

Under the city pass, Ma Fang's cavalry team of more than 100 horses was armoured, the people exhaled Bai Lian, Chen Mu wrapped his robe tightly and turned over on the horse, Long Junxiong, who had a knife in his hips, was waiting to get on the horse, and Chen Mu, who was lit a pipe, raised his hand to stop.

"Just get here, open the gates."

The weather was cold, and the water stains beside the road under the city gate condensed the dirty ice and the color was dark yellow, like the color of the eyeballs of a person who died not long ago.

Chen Mulema paced lightly, humming a meaningless tone in Guangdong with some nervousness, and turned to look at the governor Wang Chonggu, the governor Fang Fengshi, the general soldier of Datong and others, as well as the servants who were sending off with wine behind, raised his whip and pointed at Bao Chongde, and said: "He will show me the way, and the cavalry will forget it." ”

"There are 100,000 male soldiers, although they ride alone with a hundred horses, it is better to put down the wine and come back and drink again."

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