Chapter Forty-Seven: Which Great God?

At noon that day, west of the Liao River, the two teams finally met. Dai Shan took a thousand cavalry and waited west of the Liao River, waiting for Yang Fan and them to come to the appointment.

Zu Runze's face was as ugly as eating fly feces, and he secretly said in his heart that Yang Fan was so stinky and shameless, he handed over this kind of work to himself, didn't he poop himself and let him wipe his buttocks. A thousand brethren, without any weapons, came empty-handed. Why don't you take a handy weapon to guard against it? Don't bring anything, in case this gang of Jiannu rebels, and they will die soon?

But before coming, Yang Min made it clear that don't wear armor and don't bring any weapons. Zu Runze can be regarded as a martyr, anyway, a horizontal and vertical knife is a death, and he died at the hands of Jiannu, so he can be regarded as a martyr.

He took fifty steps forward, shrugged his shoulders, pretended to be bold, and exclaimed, "Who is coming!?" ”

This time the grain was exchanged for people, and Huang Taiji did not dare to be negligent, so he specially asked Dai Shan to come over in person.

"Lord Belle, look at these peasants, they don't have a weapon in their hands, and their guts are really fat." The main building of the Zhenghongqi on the side said, "It's better to ......"

"Let's see! You go up and negotiate with him first. Dai Shan commanded.

"The owner of the Red Banner is ordered to come to negotiate."

Zu Runze clasped his hands around and pretended to be disdainful: "Ma Lidian, bring the grain over, and I will release the prisoners again." ”

"It's as simple as that?" The flag owner was stunned, this is not according to the script, but also intrigue, you retreat ten miles, I retreat ten miles, let's shout one, two, three or something together? How to get into this kid's mouth is a matter of one sentence.

Zu Runze, who has a big nerve, is now thinking that he will either go with the grain or be hacked to death. What else was grinding with him, and said angrily: "What else do you want? Is Lao Tzu negotiating terms with you? Do you love to give or not, don't give to pull! ”

The owner of the Red Flag raised his eyebrows, thinking about where this kid got his courage, and turned around.

"Lord Belle, that's what this kid said. What do you think? "The owner of the Zhenghong Banner told Dai Shan what Zu Runze said in Dai Shan's ear.

Dai Shan frowned and said, "Look at the grain cart that you brought over." Let's see how there's reacting. The grain cart slowly approached Zu Runze. Five hundred grain carts were pushed in front of Zu Runze, his face did not change and his heart did not beat, he waved his hand to the back, and thousands of peasants ran over, two people in a carriage, happily pushing back.

Now Ke Daishan was stunned, this ...... So casual?

It's as casual as that! Yang Fan knew that the more vigilant and cautious he was, the easier it would be for the other side to see that he was weak-hearted, so he simply came generously. What is this called, this is called a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water!

The thousand cavalry behind Dai Shan, the horses' hooves began to stread restlessly. The Zhenghong Banner Lord, who came back quickly, returned to Dai Shan's side and said, "Lord Belle, how is this good?" ”

"Keep up."

In front, Zu Runze a thousand peasants pushed the grain cart, and the 1,000 cavalry of Daishan in the back only followed. Zu Runze was out of the way, lying on a grain truck, cross-legged Erlang, and looked at Dai Shan. The two hands around his neck were so shaky that he almost broke his neck. There was even more cold sweat behind him, and at this time a thousand cavalry rushed up. Don't think about it, it must have been chopped.

The grain cart bypassed the four thousand captives and continued on its way. And a thousand cavalry, fifty paces away, followed unhurriedly. Dai Shan always frowned, and said, "Azhige, do I have a red mole on my forehead?" ”

"Lord Belle, no."

Dai Shan nodded, glanced at the captive in front of him, hesitated a little, and pressed his right hand on the scimitar.

"Lord Belle?" Arige asked.

Although it was almost late autumn, the sun in the afternoon was still a little hot, and Dai Shan's face was a little ruddy, "Keep up!" The boots were tipped into the horse's belly, and he went around the captive, intending to follow. Zu Runze's face turned white with fright, and he cursed Yang Fan ten thousand times in his heart. He only hoped that Daishan's pace would be slower and let him breathe a little more fresh air.

Hoo-ha-ha-ha.

Zu Runze gasped for breath, tears flowed down his breath, and he read like an old woman: "Yang Fan, you bastard, Lao Tzu hasn't lived enough." was sold by you, if you don't burn paper to Lao Tzu on Qingming Festival, Lao Tzu will not let you go! ”

As soon as Dai Shan took a few steps, Arige on the side trembled and said, "Beibei...... Lord Belle, Red Mole ...... ...... on your head Red mole ......" The reins in Dai Shan's hand were strangled, and he was also stepping on the wire rope to die, knowing that Mang Gurtai died like this, he didn't believe in evil, and he had to die once.

"Stop!"

Dai Shan drank the order.

"Dare to ask which god is it? In Xia Ai Xin Jueluo Daishan, if you are offended, please forgive your sins! Take someone away immediately! Just in case, Dai Shan specially said it again in Manchu.

"Lord Belle, Red ...... The red mole is gone. "When he saw such a magical thing for the first time, he was also surprised that he couldn't speak smoothly.

Dai Shan, who was on the horse, looked around for a week, and didn't find anything unusual, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and said, "Loosen the ties for these people." "His heart is beating, that's called a plop, today is a meeting of a true god, this red mole is probably the kind of spell that determines life and death. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, fortunately he was decisive, otherwise he would really have to explain here.

With four thousand captives, Dai Shan crossed the Liao River on horseback, never wanting to try the feeling of being shrouded by an invisible threat again.

Zu Runze sat up and watched the departure of the Daishan army, so shocked that his mouth fell. jumped up on the grain cart and shouted: "Yang Zi is really amazing!" ”

The two carts in front and behind didn't expect Zu Runze to come out like this, one of his hands was unstable, and the grain cart overturned!

"Hmm, quick, pull Lao Tzu out quickly......" Zu Runze was almost out of breath when he was buried in a few sacks of millet rice......

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On a small hillside one mile west of the Liao River, a human head drilled out of the haystack, Yang Fan held a straw in his mouth, and sneered: "Dare to play heartbeat with my Yang shot." A street in the south and north of the city, ask who is the father! ”

He put the sniper rifle into the black box, and the reason why he didn't release that shot, Yang Fan still played a little Jiujiu in his heart, if he really released that shot, this great immortal aura would be gone. Huang Taiji must have seen that bullet. It's better to use this laser to scare and scare Dai Shan, at least deterrence and deterrence. Now the first priority is to ensure that the seven thousand brothers under his command will not starve to death, as for the entire Ming Dynasty, there is no way, I can't take care of it.

The emperor is not in a hurry, he is in a hurry. Yang Fan picked up the black box, whistled, and Xiao Hei, who was hiding in another haystack, also came out with a fart, chewed hay, smacked, twisted his butt and ran in front of him, arched Yang Fan with his head, and pushed Yang Fan off the haystack at once, spread his legs and ran.