"Holy Lord, why do you want to let go of those things that are eaten inside and out?" In the imperial study, the woman sat on the embroidered pier, holding the third prince, this woman was younger, more beautiful, and seemed to be more intelligent than the Zhou family.

Zhu Youzhen raised his head suddenly, and said with a smile: "Now that the situation in Liaodong has changed abruptly, that Jiannu dares to pretend to be the emperor and build the country, disturbing the people's hearts. What I don't want to see is that the country will be in chaos, amnesty to the world, open Enke, to stabilize the situation. ”

The woman put down the scroll and put the pastries that had just been delivered on the side into Zhu Youzhen's mouth with some thoughtfulness.

Zhu Youzhen chewed carefully, only at this time, the mood was a little better, these days when he learned the news of the establishment of the puppet country, he couldn't sleep all night, and said: "This is just a slowdown, if I don't get rid of Jiannu for a day, I will be uneasy for a day." ”

"Holy! Holy! ”

"What's the matter?" Zhu Youjian stood at the window, looking at Luo Yangxing, who hurriedly ran in, he had rarely seen such an exciting moment for this Jinyi Guard.

Yang ...... Poplar...... Yang Fan ......"

"Concubine Tian, you step back first."

"Holy ......"

"Stand down!" Zhu Youzhen shouted. Concubine Tian's face changed, and she hurriedly retreated.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Dean Yang, he's not dead!" Luo Yangxing handed a letter to Zhu Youzhen.

Zhu Youzhen stood up, looked at the letter, and said with a smile: "It seems that the seat I gave him is still small." It's good, it's good. This time, I want to see what surprises he can bring to me! ”

The old lady Sun Chengzong had just entered the palace and was waiting for Zhu Youzhen's frugality.

It took a long time before I arrived at the Imperial Study. He glanced at Zhu Youzhen. It seems that the saint's complexion is very good today.

Zhu Youzhen raised his head and asked, "Taifu Sun, Liaodong Jiannu is called the emperor." Do you think I should send troops to fight or not? ”

Sun Chengzong thanked Zhu Youzhen for the seat. At this age, he didn't ask for any real power when he appeared in the court again, but as a staff member of Zhu Youzhen, he just made suggestions and suggestions, and said: "The old minister thinks that the saint has to wait for an opportunity. ”

"Oh? The old lady said what time I would have to wait. ”

"I heard that the potatoes that Yang Fan cultivated at the beginning also had golden potatoes later. There is a certain amount of accumulation, the old minister thinks, at the beginning of spring, the saint can announce to the world, God-given good seeds, to solve the famine of the people's livelihood, in order to stabilize the foundation of the Ming Dynasty, used to appease the people's hearts, and then the four seas will be peaceful. There is enough grain and grass, and if you go north to attack Jiannu, you can do a big thing. ”

"Haha, I'll tell Taifu another good news"

Sun Chengzong stood up. bowed and waited for Zhu Youzhen's good news.

"Yang Fan...... It's not dead, and it's in Huguang. ”

"What?" Sun Chengzong was taken aback. His hands trembled, and he didn't know what to say to express his inner excitement.

The rivers and lakes are in troubled waters. Yang Fan has already set foot in it, so there is nothing to say about whether it is high or not. A few hundred cavalry. chased to the edge of the Yangtze River, and finally forced the remnants of the rebels to a dead end.

"Surrender. Hand over Zhang Xianzhong, and the rest of the people can survive. Yang Fan glanced around the remnants of the army, looking for the bearded man. He originally thought that a shot hit Zhang Xianzhong would be enough to kill him, but he didn't expect that it was still a little offset. His gaze finally fell on the pale face.

"Don't look for it, I'm Zhang Xianzhong." An old man patted his injured beard and said to Yang Fan: "I am Zhang Xianzhong." This military master, as you said, as long as I stand up, I can spare my brothers. ”

Yang Fan smiled and said, "That's right, as long as Zhang Xianzhong stands up, I will let the rest of you go, but it's a pity that you are not Zhang Xianzhong, so ......"

As soon as Yang Fan raised his hand, more than 100 archers behind him raised their bows and arrows. More than 2,000 people really don't have the strength to take up arms and fight. They were at the forefront, and they were the most seriously wounded, and some of them lost their weapons in order to flee for their lives, some of them only had one piece of torn clothing, and everything else was lost.

"Don't, I'm ......" Before the bearded man could say anything, he was stopped by his men.

"Cover the handsome crossing the river!" A sturdy man took Zhang Xianzhong's simple knife and said, "Brothers, cover the handsome crossing the river!" Kill! ”

A lot of unarmed people began to flock to it.

Yang Fan has seen crazy people and desperate people, but when he saw this group of people who were his leaders rushing up like this, Yang Fan actually felt pity and emotion. Seeing this hideous, as if he was going to eat his face, and seeing this rebel with mutilated weapons but still a fighting heart, Yang Fan made the most difficult decision.

His hand waved down.

Arrows rained down, brushing forward.

One by one, roaring, hideous faces began to stalemate, fell, and more people flocked up. After four rounds of fire, several hundred cavalry rushed directly into the ranks of the remnants and began to slaughter.

Yang Fan watched all this sluggishly, he had already seen Zhang Xianzhong being dragged into a small dock by several people and going down the river. His eyes lit up, he rode his horse to catch up, and the movements in his hands did not stop, the sniper rifle in the black box was exposed to so many eyeballs for the first time, but because Yang Fan Ma ran fast, few people could see clearly, what was in his hand, and more people might see it was just a black firecracker.

He began to aim.

This person, he must be killed, then, no matter how his brother sings and cries, no matter how he stages a bloody friendship, he still has to pull the trigger, because, this person, he must die!

Zhang Xianzhong on the boat covered his wounds and looked at Yang Fan who rode over on the shore, he looked at the black unknown object with a solemn face, and was wondering if this thing could hurt himself, and suddenly he felt a shock in his back, could the injury on his shoulder also be injured by the divine weapon? Because at that time, with his position, it was simply impossible for any firearm to get so close, except for heavy artillery. Of course, if it was heavy artillery, then he was not so lucky and could have survived.

Yang Fan's pupil flame had already ignited, and it was not so conspicuous in the sun, but in this way, moving objects could slow down or even stand still in his eyes, which would be more conducive to his aiming.

Laser, focal length, the moment the trigger pulls.

Yang Fan's lens barrel was blocked. He felt something dragging the barrel of his gun. When he looked up, a blood-vomiting face appeared in front of him. Sun Dasheng, this skinny monkey, at the last moment, still messed up his good deeds. He blocked the fatal blow for Zhang Xianzhong.

"Old Sun! ……”

"Let's go!" A word came out of the thin monkey's mouth. Yang Fan pulled out the barrel of the gun vigorously, but still couldn't pull the gun out of his hand. It wasn't until the last moment that Sun Dasheng's eyes closed that the pair of claws let go of the gun, and Yang Fan squinted and looked at the dock in the distance.

Is history really so hard to change? (To be continued......)