"Nani?! One bow and three arrows, kill the tiger instantly?!"
After listening to Ding Daniu's description, Yang Ming's jaw almost dropped.
The time spent with Lin Wan'er was not short, but Yang Ming didn't know the depth of her specific strength. I only heard Brother Sun say that Wan'er was extremely talented and had always used Er Gouzi as a punching bag since she was a child.
"Where is your lady? Let me go and have a look!"
Yang Ming had an inexplicable doubt in his heart, what kind of medicine was sold in Lin Bingyan's gourd. Releasing Wan'er out of Baihu Village like this feels a bit like letting a tiger return to the mountain or a dragon entering the sea.
Do you want to suppress her? !
If you continue to wander like this, you may be targeted again before you reach Daizhou? !
well! If Xiaocui was by my side, I wouldn't have so many worries!
Following the direction pointed by Daniel, Yang Ming also brought the gift he had prepared before and walked over with fluffy and slovenly hair.
"Uncle, if you don't want me to, then I really throw away the tiger whip?!"
Daniel still refused to give up and shouted at the back of Yang Ming who was gradually moving away.
"Tiger whip?!"
Yang Ming raised his eyebrows and almost slapped himself.
They were so sleepy that Wan'er shot the tiger. If Daniel can bring that thing quietly, it means that this kid still has room for development. I'm so fucking stupid that I didn't even notice this.
"Daniu, take this thing to Brother Sun! Let him refine it into some elixirs when he has time. If you want to use the tiger whip to its maximum effect, just wait for me to make it after a while. Liquor is brewed.”
When Daniel heard that his uncle knew how to make wine, he almost shed his tears. Ignoring his huge body, he moved forward like a dog and said:
"Uncle, do you want me to do a boring job like brewing liquor that you hide in the cellar every day? I'm extremely strong and can move and resist, so I'm the perfect candidate for brewing."
Yang Ming raised his right hand and hesitated for a moment, feeling slightly embarrassed that he could not reach Daniel's shoulder.
Then he changed his face in an instant, turned the palm hanging in the air into a finger, and gave the smiling Daniel a serious reprimand.
"A real man is born in troubled times. He should carry a three-foot sword and achieve unparalleled achievements! He will cross the sword and ride on the horse, galloping on the battlefield. How can he live in ignorance, wasting the good time for the temptation of a little water and wine..."
At this time, Lin Wan'er led the two Korean sisters passing by, and happened to see the awesome and coaxing side of Yang Ming again.
Serious man is so handsome!
The faces of the three women are full of happiness. With such a husband, this life is enough!
"I am born with a talent that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent. If you were placed in the Three Kingdoms, it would be the evil of the past, like Xu Zhongkang! Instead of being a good general, you should be a winemaker. Let me hear you belittle yourself like this again, See if I will kick you back to Baihu Village to reflect on your actions."
The scolding made the great man extremely ashamed, and made Sun Simiao, who had come out to relieve himself, get excited. Yang Ming's chicken soup was suitable for all ages, and the magic stick of the new era was about to be recorded in the history of the Tang Dynasty.
"The prime minister must be from the state department, and the strong generals must be from the army! Do your best, Daniel, and don't live up to my expectations! Look at these refugees along the way. The war in Tanzhou is raging, and the Yizi in Hebei Road are eating each other. Daniel, Compared to living a life of dissipation and extravagance, we still have big things to do!"
At some point, the entire caravan fell silent.
After hearing Yang Ming's words, everyone gathered together silently.
A snake cannot fly without a head, a bird cannot fly without wings!
Yang Ming was talking about Daniel, but he also seemed to be talking about them. Everyone's eyes were extremely determined at this time, as if they had met the hero, had spiritual sustenance, and had a goal to strive for.
"The young master has a far-sighted vision, and my subordinates are willing to follow the young master to the death!"
Someone in the crowd shouted loudly, sparking a new wave of pledges of allegiance.
There was a sudden flash of swords in the caravan. Everyone picked up their sidearms and stabbed the palm of their left hand. Then they rushed to the ground and knelt down, swearing allegiance.
"Young Master is mighty! I am willing to follow you for life!"
"The young master is a man of great talent and strategy, and his subordinates are willing to fight to the death!"
. . . . . .
"Alas! Could it be that I, Feng Li, will lose my life here?!"
A middle-aged man in ragged clothes inserted his sword into the soil angrily and sighed.
"General! I'll take some brothers down and get the tiger back!"
Several guards came over immediately and stood on the hillside where the tiger had just appeared, saying angrily.
Feng Li, the former Donggong Yiwei Chariot General.
After the Xuanwu Gate Incident, they failed to attack the city gate for a long time. After learning that the former prince Li Jiancheng was dead, he led his elite troops to flee to Youzhou, preparing to join the prince's ally, the governor of Youzhou, Li Yuan.
In order to avoid being hunted by Li Shimin along the way, they stayed day and night, and only entered Youzhou territory after many twists and turns.
I originally thought that the governor Li Yuan, who had an army of 100,000 in Youzhou, was a ruthless character. Unexpectedly, before they met, spies brought the news that Li Yuan was defeated and died.
All right!
Since there is no place to stay in the Tang Dynasty, then go directly north. Go to the territory of Goryeo or the Khitan people and capture a few cities to soothe the worries along the way.
Who would have thought that a well-equipped elite team would almost starve to death on the way north.
From the moment we entered the territory of Youzhou, everywhere we went were places affected by the war. The people they encountered along the way were all refugees fleeing from Tanzhou or villages that were in turmoil because of Li Yuan's forced conscription.
"Who is in charge of this caravan in front?! Call your leader up!"
A dark group of soldiers who were dizzy with hunger blocked the way of Yang Ming's caravan after just one stop on the official road. His tone was aggressive, just like that of an ordinary bandit.
The group of people who had just drank the chicken soup had high morale. They were worried about how to present a certificate of surrender for Yang Ming. There was nowhere to show their enthusiasm. He saw a group of soldiers who didn't know the heights of the sky and wanted to block his way.
"What's wrong with whose caravan is waiting for you?! If you are wise, please get out of the way!"
"Yes! Get out of the way quickly, we are not that group of refugees who are being slaughtered!"
"Damn it, you've made me so anxious that I even dare to kill myself!"
The caravan guards who had been baptized were so excited that they were as invulnerable as if they had drunk the sacred water of the White Lotus Sect. More than a hundred people were not afraid to pick up weapons and wanted to kill Feng Li's thousand elites.
In terms of morale, the caravan guards suppressed these soldiers to death.
After all, after half a month of traveling long distances, coupled with mental stress and not having enough to eat every day, there was a serious lack of rest. Feng Li's elite troops have now become a tired army. Apart from the large number of people, their combat effectiveness is not strong at all!
"These days, the second child kills the boss, and the common people bully the officers and soldiers. It's wonderful!"
Lieutenant General Feng Chun came out cursing, only to be anxious when he encountered a caravan that was not afraid of death. That Fatty Cheng is still in charge of Youzhou City! If the battle attracts the fat man's attention, wouldn't it be impossible to escape!
"Feng Chun, the lieutenant general of Yiyu Guards, asks to see the owner of Yang's caravan!"
Feng Chun took out his waistband and handed it to the nearby caravan guard.
After all, I am also a fourth-grade military general. When the owner of Yang's caravan saw this badge, he had no choice but to come here and pretend to be his grandson!
News from ancient times lagged behind, and Feng Chun did not believe that this group of people trading far away could know that Chang'an had changed hands. The entire Tang Dynasty was now looking for them. The most important thing is to keep a low profile and intimidate, and obtain food.
