Tomorrow

Chapter Eighteen First Class in the World

Although it was a cold winter, the genocide of nine tribes from east to west still reached Yun Zhao's ears.

Yun Zhao had to sigh, this is the real way to play slaves.

People have not yet arrived, and the smell of blood has drifted up against the wind.

Because they didn't know what to do to build slaves, the tribes east of the Doyan Tribe had already begun to retreat, and some smaller tribes simply took refuge in the larger tribes, hoping to survive.

The Duoyan tribe is the nearest large tribe to the slave-building army, a tribe with more than 3,000 people, and it is already a bit rare on the grasslands.

"Should we have a fight with Jiannu?"

Qian Shaoshao asked Yun Zhao after finishing the news.

"There must be a battle, no firearms."

"In this way, the loss may be relatively large."

"Our people must withdraw, and I also want to return to Zhangjiakou."

"What about things here? I stay?"

"You can only stay, and I will ask you again, is Su Litai reliable?"

"Very reliable!" Qian Shaoshao replied decisively again.

Yun Zhao still didn't know where Qian Shaoshao's confidence came from. He still forcibly resisted not asking. If Qian Shaoshao felt it was necessary to tell him, he would definitely say.

"Aren't you staying to watch this battle?"

"Naturally, I want to see how powerful the slave cavalry is."

Qian Shao Shao said with some regret: "It's a pity that the eight slaves in Yushan haven't been beaten, and none of them died in two years.

This time I'm trying to get a few of you to take back. Those brothers and sisters still need real slave training. "

"Yes, but don't lose big because of small things."

Just when Yun Zhao thought that the building of slaves would rush over regardless, a Han man walked into the Duoyan Department.

Yun Zhao was overjoyed, thinking that this person was Bao Chengxian. After Su Litai asked him, he realized that this person was not Bao Chengxian, but Bao Chengxian's staff.

As soon as this person arrived at the Doyan Tribe, he arrogantly demanded that the Doyan Tribe be arrested, otherwise the clan would be destroyed!

This staff member was sent to die.

Bao Chengxian also hopes to have a fight with the Doyan Department, weighing the strength of the Doyan Department, and see if he is qualified to be a dog.

Under Qian Shaoshao's arrangement, Su Litai was furious, and ordered someone to cut off the nose of this staff member and threw out the six words: If you want to fight, fight!

Yun Zhao hid in the snow nest and watched the battle.

Sulitai was extremely brave and charged Jiannu three times in a row, but unfortunately, in front of the skilled Jiannu cavalry with bows and horses, it smashed into the rocks like waves.

Just when he called his companions and was about to launch the fourth charge, Zhuo began to fight back...Sulitai was captured by Zhuo Huo.

The slave cavalry killed all the injured Mongolian cavalry, and did not take any further action.

Until Sulitai surrendered Bao Chengxian for the safety of the tribe, the battle ended with a tragic 13 to one result.

After leaving the battlefield, after a long time, Yun Yang sighed: "I can fight three, not more."

Yun Juan lowered his head and said: "I can hit one at most."

Yun Zhao smiled and said, "I can probably hold one."

Yun Yang said, "I didn't want to fight with them when I saw the appearance of these slaves fighting today."

Yun Zhao hugged his face in a headscarf and said to Yun Yang: "This is why we are so focused on developing firearms.

The three of our brothers have been eating very well since they were adolescents, and they have grown well. Yunyang is even a good guy who is one of a thousand, and it’s not a problem to go to Xi’an to test the martial arts champion and play one hundred and sixty kilograms of Daguan Knife. On the battlefield, they can only deal with three slaves. From now on, they will not be in desperation and can't fight with them. However, I think these slaves should be the elite of slaves.

Yun Yang can deal with eight of them in Yushan at once. "

Yun Yang's urn said angrily: "Don't make a face for me, the eight slaves on Yushan have long wanted to die, and I can't even feel the interest when I beat them up."

Yun Zhao laughed and said, "It’s always good to have more confidence. Let’s go. We are a caravan that has returned full of loads. This time we return to Zhangjiakou. It will definitely shock everyone. Look at the shopkeeper Yun, he has already Started to sing."

There is no mood comparable to the mood of returning home with a full load.

Ten days later, after Yun Zhao's long caravan and camel team entered Zhangjiakou, the merchants in Zhangjiakou happily lit firecrackers.

In the choking gunpowder smoke, Liang San took Yun Zhao into the Fumanyuan Inn, while Yunyang took Yunjuan, and the shopkeeper Yun arrogantly moved into the big car shop.

The days without a yurt are happy.

Yun Zhao took a shower happily, accepted the services of scrubbing, repairing nails, and combing hair from two northern girls. After coming out, he became a gentleman with delicate skin and tender flesh.

After taking a sip of the thick white rice porridge, Yun Zhao felt that the soul had finally attached to him.

After a full meal, Yun Zhao drank tea again. Seeing that it was getting late, he was ready to go back to the big hot bed early and get a good night's sleep.

When I lay down, I heard Liang San whispering outside: "Steward Hong, please."

Yun Zhao sat up helplessly. Seeing the red-faced Steward Hong coming in from outside, he said angrily: "Is there something to discuss tomorrow."

Steward Hong smiled and said: "I can't wait, I can't wait, my young master is coming in one hour."

Yun Zhao was taken aback, and quickly said, "Why is he in Zhangjiakou at this time?"

"Lu Xianggong will come too!"

"That Lu Xianggong?" Yun Zhao's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"Governor Lu Xiangsheng!"

After speaking, the housekeeper Hong stepped forward to cover Yun Zhao, who was only dressed in profanity, and turned around and went out, and carefully helped Yun Zhao close the door.

Yun Zhao looked at the empty house and sighed: "A hapless guy is here, pulling another hapless guy, plus the hapless guy from my hometown, do I still have a good life?"

After speaking, he fell asleep on the pillow, covered with a new quilt.

The words of officials are inaudible, and the words passed by the servants are even more unreliable.

Hong Chengchou might tell Hong Fu that after three hours, in order for Yun Zhao to pay respect to his master, Hong Fu would say that he would come one hour later, leaving two hours for Yun Zhao to make more preparations.

For the celebrities in the world of Ming Dynasty, Yun Zhao's overall perception of them is not very good. These people's bodies can always exude a breath of regret, tragic, and tragic, or make people cry.

Yun Zhao has become accustomed to the rancid smell coming from Hong Chengchou's body, but he doesn't know what Lu Xiangsheng will look like.

Sure enough, after Yun Zhao slept for two hours, the two people still did not come.

Just when Yun Zhao was about to continue sleeping, he suddenly found two people sitting in his bedroom.

"Young people are always slumbering. You continue to sleep. Brother Jiandou and I haven't seen each other for a long time. It's just a moment of greeting."

Hong Chengchou raised the tea bowl on the table, gestured to Yun Zhao, and was about to continue the conversation with the middle-aged scribe next to him.

Lu Xiangsheng sat in the shadow and couldn't see clearly, Yun Zhao got up from the kang, put on the big cloak, and came to the two of them.

Putting the oil lamp in front of Lu Xiangsheng very rudely, carefully examining his appearance.

Lu Xiangsheng was not good-looking, and even had a slight upturned nose, but his eyes were very energetic. Although they were ugly, they were extremely confident. He sat on a chair and let Yun Zhao look up and down.

"Is this the pig you mentioned?"

Lu Xiangsheng didn't speak too quickly, and he also looked up and down Yun Zhao. After seeing Yun Zhao's appearance clearly, he hoped that Hong Chengchou could introduce him to him.

"His ancestor is my Da Ming military commander. He has a good family background, and somehow he has something to do with the capitalless business. I heard that he is still the same clan.

When I was three years in this dynasty, I was going to imitate Sun Chuanting’s old wisdom to let the thieves jump out and exterminate themselves, so I made a wish for the thieves, and among them, I gave the post of Lantian county magistrate to Yun clan~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then , He became the magistrate.

Other county magistrates have long since become the ghosts of the official's sword. Only he has survived to this day, and he was promoted the year before last and became a co-knowledge of Xi'an Prefecture.

Nowadays, it is remarkable. It is the competent official, cadre of the majesty's mouth, when the household department selects the best, the Lantian county magistrate ranks first in the world.

If such a person has a prominent family background, or if the clan is willing to spend money like this, it will be fine.

When his ancestor achieved the highest official position, he was just a guerrilla general. If his brothers of the same race could make the bandits such as Gao Yingxiang, a certain family would recognize it.

But it is such a floating kid who just rampaged a bandit, and there was no way to find Fu Minfeng, a property governed by Lantian County, where the people are not livelihood.

Now, even if someone like Brother Jiandou and I impeach him, it is estimated that he will be reprimanded by His Majesty.

Brother Jiandou, open your eyes! This is the pig that I highly recommend to you in the letter for my brother! "