With the help of the little girl, the man got off the horse, his legs shaking like chaff. Barely able to stand.
"Daddy, sit down and take a rest," the little girl said softly.
Yang Fan looked carefully and saw that this man was about forty years old, not tall, very thin, but very strong. He has a fierce look on his face and a pair of triangular eyes that are sinister and violent. He doesn't look like a good person.
Yang Fan thought to himself that it was strange for a young lady with such a distinguished appearance to give birth to such a mark.
He pushed the little girl away, stood up straight, cupped his fists and saluted, saying:
"Thank you little brother for saving my life. I don't know what to call him."
When Yang Fan was stared at by him, he felt as if he was being stared at by a venomous snake. He thought to himself that this guy looked like a spy. Maybe he really belonged to Dongchang. It would be difficult for his identity to be exposed. I'm thinking about how to answer.
The little fat man suddenly said: "His name is Yang Fan, he is my boy."
Yang Fan felt warm in his heart. This little fat man was really considerate. His identity might cause trouble, so the little fat man took over the words immediately.
This guy is really responsible.
Seeing the two people opposite him looking at him, the little fat man said: "I am Wei Fugui, and my father is Wei Nancheng, the largest iron merchant in Zunhua. He is Yang Fan, our boy. He is responsible for protecting my safety when I go out for fun this time. You guys If you have anything, just tell me."
After speaking, he puffed up his chest and looked very proud. At first glance, it looks like the local yamen.
The two men looked at each other and realized that there was indeed Wei Nancheng in Zunhua City, a local tycoon and a bully. He has monopolized most of the iron mines and iron factories, and has very close connections with civil servants, guards, and border troops. This guy looks arrogant and arrogant, so he must be telling the truth.
The man asked: "Why do you have two pairs of Tatar armors right now?"
When the little fat man heard this, he immediately became excited and boasted: "We met three Tatars who wanted to rob us. I am a person in the three towns of Zunhua City. They don't ask any questions. They do business on my head." If leopards dare to touch me if they give birth to leopards, I will behead them with a wave of my hand, snatch their horses, strip them of their clothes and armor, and throw them into the well. Hey, hey, kill them or bury them. .”
"Bah, it's just you. Your hair hasn't even grown yet. You still kill her but don't bury her. My aunt will give you a kick and keep your ass blooming. I'll give you a hand and kill her but not bury her." The girl spat. He picked up the whip and wanted to whip the little fat man.
"Oh, it's killing people, it's killing people." The little fat man didn't want to suffer the immediate loss and hurriedly ran behind Yang Fan.
"What! You killed three Tatars" the man shouted in surprise.
He knew, however, that the ones who sneaked in this time were the white-toothed soldiers from the Zhenglan Banner and the Xianglan Banner, both of whom were the elite among the elite of the Jiannu. It's not some trash fish that was harvested from the grassy valley.
Yang Fan knew that in troubled times, strength was his best talisman.
Facts speak louder than words. Without saying a word, he walked to the packhorse, pulled the sack, and three heads with shaved money rat tails rolled down.
"What a slave" the little girl exclaimed. Then his face turned red.
Their father and daughter were chased by the Tatars like lost dogs, and they were in such a panic that they might have died if Yang Fan hadn't come to the rescue.
Not only did he save himself, but he also killed three Tatars before.
I know very well how difficult these Tatars are, and I am the only one left in the small group of brothers I brought.
He was so ordinary that he was able to kill three Tatars! It's unbelievable.
The man looked at a suit of armor and suddenly said: "Which Tatar does this armor belong to?"
Yang Fan kicked Nu Nuzui, the head of the man on the ground whose face was smashed by the flail.
The man hurriedly walked to the head and checked it repeatedly, with an excited look on his face. The little girl also looked at the head nervously.
"Dad, no way." She looked in disbelief. He turned his head and looked at the man.
"It can't be wrong. I've fought against him more than ten times, and it's him," the man said in a low voice.
"Bobby!"
The man nodded slowly.
He sighed and said slowly: "This Bobai is a personal soldier of King Lao Han. He has been in charge of the sentinel cavalry against the Ming Dynasty. He has sneaked into our important town on the nine sides of the Ming Dynasty dozens of times in the past ten years. It is like entering a no-man's land, without a trace. I thought of dying here today."
He kept sighing as he spoke, feeling quite sad that a rabbit had died and a fox had died.
The people who know you best in the world are often your enemies. Bobai was a hero in his life, cunning and cunning. His old rival for many years died in the hands of a young boy who didn’t know where he came from. I felt really mixed in my heart.
In fact, he has no personal hatred against Bobai. They are just their own masters. On the contrary, they admire and admire each other very much.
The man stood up, turned around and walked towards Yang Fan. When he looked at Yang Fan again, his expression was different.
"Young man, you are willing to follow me back to Beijing and serve the imperial court," the man said solemnly with his hands in hand.
Yang Fan didn't realize it for a moment. It seemed that he had killed a big shot in Manchuria. This man wants to recruit himself.
Yang Fan has been severely beaten by society many times, and he knows very well that when people respect you, it is often not because they respect you, but because you have the strength to be respected, or the value that deserves respect.
It is estimated that killing this slave chief was a great achievement. If he can take himself under his command, the credit will be on his head.
If this person is really the secret spy leader of the slave establishment, he will be in danger. Seeing the Ming Dynasty being infiltrated like this, the Tatar Qing soldiers dared to run rampant in Ji Town, the first town in the world, in broad daylight. It is absolutely impossible to do without internal response.
If they knew that they had killed this "Bobai", it would not be difficult to take revenge on themselves. What if this person uses this to threaten himself? He really goes to Hundong Factory and becomes a spy. That job might be more dangerous than being cared about by the Manchus.
Yang Fan is thinking. I heard the little fat man yelling angrily: "Hey, you guys are really good at poaching me. Do you know who my father is? You can't leave Jizhen. Believe it or not?"
The little girl curled her lips and sneered: "I don't know who your father is, but I know who my father is. There are two people in Dongchang who are more than a thousand people, and Tu Shanyong from a hundred households is punished. Who do you think you are, how dare you compare with Naigong father."
Yang Fan was speechless. Well, this is also an era of fighting for his father.
Yang Fan had already considered it carefully. Although it seemed like a God-given opportunity, he had only been here a short time ago and could not withstand the investigation. Such a secret service agency was not easy to fool, so this matter could not be done.
Besides, this person doesn't look like a kind person. He has the waist of a water snake and a pair of triangular eyes, and he is cruel and ruthless. There is a huge disparity in status between me, a migrant worker, and the third person in Dongchang's family. They are not equal at all. Do you think you will live longer if you deal with such people?
"I'm used to being idle, and I can't be restrained. I just want to be free. I really let down your kindness."
Na Tushan was a little surprised when he heard that Yang Fan refused so quickly. He had clearly considered the stakes in such a short time, and was not swayed by the heavenly opportunity to catch up with Dongchang. This determination of mind was by no means simple. He looked up to Yang Fan a little more, but felt a little disappointed and worried.
This mission was a complete failure, not only destroying all the members of my daughter's team, but also being seriously injured myself. If Bobai's head can be retrieved, not only will it not be considered a failure, but it will also be a great achievement after a hard-fought battle to kill the enemy chief.
But how do you get this kid to hand over Bobai's head and armor badge token?
He had just saved the lives of his father and daughter. Even if he had developed a dark and thick skin in Dongchang for many years, he could not do anything to threaten Yang Fan.
This guy is quite tough.
