The wine shop in Baicheng is as mellow and clear as the mare's milk wine in the grassland, and it is also a mess here, because the grassland men don't know what to sing about wine, and the beautiful scenery of a good day, they are drunk and dreaming of this Shangshuifang wine, which can make the strongest man not know the way home, which is enough. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Entering the local customs, Hou Fangyu was not exempt from the vulgar, and even enjoyed it, because he found fun in this black miasma, which is the legend of this white city.

"If you want to talk about Baicheng, you can't let go of the arrow pile outside, that's the real one." The merchant was a little drunk, and there was no taboo in his mouth, and he shouted in this wine shop.

"Under the sword pile?" Hou Fangyu thought that it should be like this, he smiled and looked at the scene of the combination of Mongolia and Han here, drinking a pot of wine together, the ancestors had not had such a reverie in the past, and now he is sitting in this prosperous world.

These two years of Sheung Shui Fang, the entrance is hot, hearty, like a fire, and like a cold wind, it is difficult for him to swallow, he likes Sanhua Brew, the kind of mouth is docile, the taste of the mouth, but he does not refuse this spirit, just taste it.

Hou Fangyu also went out of the city for the first time, and saw the "lower sword pile" he thought, which turned out to be the lower arrow pile, the wooden stake here was exposed to the sun and rain, and it was very mottled, but there were all kinds of bows and arrows hanging on it.

The forbidden bow order has long been gone, but it has been buried in the heart of the grassland, and Hou Fangyu thought in his mind at that time, the domineering spirit of this city lord, how majestic it was, and it actually made the grassland hero bend his waist.

A little more about this Baicheng, his mind is a little more open-minded, and of course, there is a trace of loneliness.

"City Lord Wu, that's not to listen to Wu Tongzhi...... No, Wu Dalang's, to say that this court is really dizzy, it was only given to an official with sesame mung beans, and now it has been withdrawn, it is really blind......" The drunk merchant waited for him to go back, and even continued, as if continuing the topic just now.

Hou Fangyu's face suddenly fused, revealing a smile that was more ugly than a wry smile.

"Haha, of course your emperor is like this, mediocre, and a group of rice bucket ministers below, especially Wenchen, who fight to the death all day long, I am afraid that your Ming Dynasty will be destroyed in their hands." A rugged grassland man came over, who actually knew a lot about the Ming Dynasty court, and he was sarcastic, and at the same time he was upset for Wu Dalang.

"Nonsense, you know what." Hou Fangyu was on fire, and he jumped up directly, hating to slash this arrogant man.

But in the end, Hou Fangyu was cleaned up very badly, with his bare hands, even ten of him couldn't deal with a rough Mongolian warrior, and finally he was thrown into a tent outside, the wine shop is this kind of place, no one can die in a fight, just when you are drunk.

But Hou Fangyu was so angry that he trembled, not because of the humiliation of the Mongolian Tatars, but because of his words, which deeply stimulated Hou Fangyu, how can Wu Dalang be virtuous, even if he has the ability, he is just a horseman, and he is also a lowly martial artist.

Therefore, he no longer goes out, he doesn't want to continue to inquire about the affairs of this Baicheng, he hides in the inn all day long, he even wants to go back, but he has not been able to drive back to Ningwu Mansion recently.

"This time, the grassland is going to be chaotic again, and the emperor of the Qing Dynasty heard that he was going to come to crusade, I don't know if it will be a bloody storm." The shopkeeper is a bad old man who is half buried, but he is still a good person, and the business here still has to be done, and as for the war, he is only sad and not worried.

"No, aren't you really afraid?" Hou Fangyu thinks that he can sacrifice his life and forget death in the face of the Tartars, that is in the face of righteousness, what is this old man for?

"I'm afraid, why don't you be afraid, but I'm not afraid in Baicheng, because Wu Dalang will definitely be able to hold it, my life will pass, and I still have this bit of eyesight." The old man said firmly, unhurriedly dipping his saliva into the account book.

"Please also ask my husband for advice." Another advantage of Hou Fangyu is that he is studious.

"That Wu Dalang looks at the reputation is not obvious, it is because he can see through, this is the real master, otherwise how to give the Qing Dynasty's county king, father and son both a spoonful of stew, this Baicheng for any person, can not gain a foothold here, how can it be so simple......" The common problem of some old people in this old shopkeeper is that he likes to nag, seeing the sincerity of this scholar's eyes, he suddenly opened the chatterbox, and he couldn't control it.

Hou Fangyu was cold when he heard this, and he didn't say goodbye, so he ran upstairs, because he didn't believe that Wu Dalang, such a country horseman, with few civil and military skills, could have such merits.

His Majesty Emperor Chongzhen has been aware of everything since he ascended the throne, this is Mingjun, how can he turn a blind eye to such a great achievement, it is not more faint than a faint monarch, he also believes in his own eyes, everything he sees in Daizhou.

All this is an illusion, it is all an illusion of Wu Dalang to trick the foolish people, it is all a lie, it is easy to puncture, the Manchu Tartars are amazingly powerful, how can they be indifferent to Wu Dalang and let Baicheng be here.

Before he knew it, he didn't know how to get out of the city and come to this arrow pile, which was also fake, and he suddenly kicked this pile in a frenzy.

"Kick well, this Baicheng is simply arrogant, even let the warriors shoot arrows, let the heroes bend their waists, such a big breath, I am not afraid to flash the tongue, today, I will conquer the general of the West, Wubai will see what is great about this Baicheng." A rough voice came, he spoke Chinese, and he also claimed to be Wubai.

Hou Fangyu looked at it and almost called out, the Manchu Tartars, and there were many people and horses rushing up this good dirt road from below, all of them were the bannermen of the Manchu Qing Zheng Yellow Banner.

Wubai!

The Ming people don't know that it's normal to worship, but there are very few people who don't know martial worship, this is the general of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, when he invaded Liaodong in the Ming Dynasty with Nurhachi, he was hit by a lead bullet in the forehead, and the result became more and more courageous, and he took Liaodong in one go, displacing hundreds of people, and making countless literati scold.

He actually came?

Wu Bai disdained the "lower arrow pile", and spat out a mouthful of saliva, although he was dissatisfied with the Han dress, but his actions still made Wu Bai very comfortable, so he also escaped.

"What bullshit, today, we will level this white city, the general is mighty!" The dozens of yellow flag tartars who rushed up behind all laughed.

They are the vanguard of the expedition to the west, although this Wubai has experienced two dynasties, but it is in the prime of life, and it is also deeply valued by the emperor Taiji, not only the deputy commander of the yellow flag, but also the honor of "general of the expedition to the west".

Wu Bai is unruly, and the year of his establishment has already been the achievement of the dragon, and now the limelight is no less than a few county kings, and he despises the grassland, and only needs his name to be able to kneel here and beg for mercy.

It's not that he is arrogant, but he has long been famous, and in the early years of Horqin and other rebellions, it was he who slashed the twelve and grassland rebels, and his name was like thunder in the grassland.

When he heard about this white city, he came without saying a word.

Hou Fangyu stood here stupidly, he even forgot to speak, he was stunned by this sudden appearance of Wu Bai, this butcher suddenly appeared.

Hou Fangyu's first thought was to inform the people of Baicheng that the Manchu Tartars had arrived, but his feet were rooted, and he didn't even dare to move, and the oncoming murderous aura was as solemn as substance, and he only felt that he was sweating like a spring.

"Let's see how I make Baicheng bow down." Wu Bai laughed, almost arrogantly.

Hou Fangyu's pupils contracted violently, this Wu Bai was full of crimes, his hands were covered with blood, and he had already heard of Wu Bai's deeds, so this time he had a deep uneasiness about Bai Cheng.

This is a real Manchu Tartar.

"Stop, shoot." The people's army at the gate of the White City shouted.

"Do you know who I am, and dare me to shoot arrows and seek death!" Wu Bai was immediately furious.

The dozens of Tartars behind all scolded loudly, and opened their bows and arrows, if it weren't for the low wall here, the guards were all shot into porcupines by them, and they laughed uncontrollably when they saw the wolf of the guard running suddenly.

When they rushed into the white city, the sound of the copper whistle had already become one, and in an instant, a large number of civilian troops appeared, and the fire was lined up, aiming at this uninvited guest.

"Withdraw." Wu Bai is not a fool, there are so many people in front of him, he will definitely suffer a loss in the fight, he led people to withdraw from Baicheng, but he did not escape, he is the vanguard of Huang Taiji's personal expedition.

"The people inside listen to me, I will come to Wubai, if you don't want to die, you will crawl out on your knees, otherwise you will be killed." Wu Bai's voice shook the place, and also blocked the gate of the White City.