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Chapter 520: Kill the enemy and lay a stone here

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    I have a cold, tonsillitis, and just want to sleep.

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    Fang woke up and went to the prisoner of war camp.

    The so-called prisoner of war camp is actually nothing more than an open space surrounded by a wooden fence.

    When the sergeants patrolling around saw Fang Xing, they all looked at him with respect.

    Fang Xing chose the right time to attack today. He immediately included the rebels, and he looked like a famous general.

    Fang Xing nodded slightly, then stood outside and looked at the prisoners who were ordered to sit down, and ordered: "It would be better for Jingguan to let the Jiaozhi people handle it in order to have a sense of warning. I hope it's not a rabbit-death-and-fox tragedy. In that case, I think that Jingguan will  getting bigger."

    The fence was opened, and more than a dozen interpreters walked in and shouted loudly.

    Fang Zheng led a guard of sergeants to guard outside, while Xin Laoqi led the cavalry to patrol the outside. If anyone dared to run away, he would be thrown directly into the Jingguan according to Fang Xing's instructions.

    "May I ask the prince if you want to go?"

    Fang Xing wanted to take a look.

    After waiting for a while, Zhu Gaoxu came with a group of cavalry.

    "I didn't even try to do Jingguan during the war, Fang Xing, you still have an idea."

    Zhu Gaoxu seemed a little excited, asking about Jingguan like a big child.

    Fang Xing handed over the answer to the question to Xin Laoqi, who was in charge of the project when he was in Taizhou Prefecture.

    "My lord, there are not enough oxcarts."

    Fang Zheng came to report with a grimace.

    Solving this kind of problem is obviously Zhu Gaoxu's strong point. He pointed to the prisoners who started to come out and said: "What kind of oxcart do you want? There are more than 10,000 livestock here. Whether you ask them to carry them or carry them, they can be carried by me."

    When the order was given, the prisoners did not react at all. They just numbly divided into groups of two or three, then lifted up the corpses and moved forward under the supervision of the Ming army.

    Seeing Zhu Gaoxu rushing out first, Fang Xing whispered to the other party.  He watched Fang Wu return to the city with a sharp look on his face.

    More than three miles out of the city, Fang Xing called a halt and ordered the trees on the left side of the road to be cut down.

    "Uncle, how far can we cut?"

    ¡°Cut down that trail.¡±

    So the prisoners started logging again out of breath.

    Zhu Gaoxu stroked his beard and said with satisfaction: "Yes, this will allow those Jiaozhi people to see it, and it will also be a shock."

    Fang Xing glanced at him in surprise, feeling that his painting style seemed normal.

    But Zhu Gaoxu, who has a normal painting style, is not lovable!

    ¡°But I think it¡¯s best to visit Jingguan on the roadside, Fang Xing, what do you think?¡±

    ¡°Well, this sentence immediately exposed the true character of this prince.

    Facing Zhu Gaoxu who had returned to his true self, Fang Xing explained: "Although it is sealed with earth and sprinkled with lime, if the Jingguan is cast on the roadside, it will cause disease if you are not careful."

    "Well¡­¡­"

    No matter how idiotic Zhu Gaoxu is, he is no stranger to epidemic diseases.

    After a major disaster, there will be a major epidemic, and war is also an important factor in inducing the epidemic.

    Seeing that the corners of Fang Xing¡¯s mouth turned up in a sinister way, Zhu Gaoxu whispered: ¡°If the Ming dynasty evacuates Jiaozhi, what do you think about getting some epidemics?¡±

    "not so good!"

    Fang Xing saw that the prisoners were chopping trees in slow motion, so he waved his arms, and then said to Zhu Gaoxu: "Unless I, the Ming Dynasty, can seal the borders between Guangxi and Yunnan, this trick will return sooner or later.  Daming. And, my lord, aren¡¯t you afraid of being scolded by those literati?¡±

    "I'm scared of nothing!"

    Seeing Xiao Dao commanding people to beat the prisoners who refused to work hard, Zhu Gaoxu nodded with appreciation, then glared and said, "Do those rotten scholars dare to scold me?"

    "They don't dare to do it in person, but don't forget that literati have a habit, or rather, some famous literati have a habit."

    "What habit?" Zhu Gaoxu said nonchalantly.

    "They like to keep anthologies." Fang Xing said tangledly: "I may not dare to scold you in person, but if I write it down in an anthology behind my back and pass it on to future generations, my lord, your reputation will be ruined on the street."

    This is not a lie. When you are a scum in the hearts of most literati, then you will 100% be recorded in various anthologies, leaving you to be infamy for thousands of years in the future.

    Zhu Gaoxu said in surprise: "What about you? I think you can't get better either!"

    "I'm not afraid!"

    ? ?Xingxing said calmly: "The conclusion is written by the winner, but the final winner will never be them!"

    Zhu Gaoxu was confused and said he didn't understand.

    "Puff puff¡­¡­"

    The corpses were piled up one after another. The prisoners were indifferent at first, but later became a little afraid and did not dare to approach the growing pile of corpses. Finally, they were forced to continue working under the knife and gun.

    "******"

    When the grand temple took shape, the prisoners all knelt on the ground, crying with tears streaming down their faces.

    "Fang Xing, are they sad or scared?"

    Zhu Gaoxu had never seen Jingguan before, so he felt a little strange.

    "Fear and fear!"

    Fang Xing got off his horse and asked Zhu Gaoxu: "Did you write this monument or did I write it?"

    "You write it."

    Zhu Gaoxu felt that Jingguan was nothing more than that and had no interest at all.

    Fang Xing finished it with one wave of his hand, and the Jingguan was completed.

    At this time, the sky had begun to get cloudy, and the large group of people began to return to the city.

    I don¡¯t know how long it took, but a gust of wind blew up the dust from the Jingguan. A head that was not covered up was blown out of its original appearance. The white eyes looked straight at the Jingguan stone.

    ¡­¡­

    The moonlight tonight is a bit dim and visibility is not high.

    Several men were walking hurriedly towards this side, and one of them suddenly said in front: "The road is blocked."

    The men behind him followed up and saw a huge mound in the moonlight.

    "Who did it? This road is our trail!"

    "Could it be that Mingren discovered our traces?"

    "Impossible, we are proficient in Ming dialect, how can we be caught!"

    "I'll go take a look"

    A man walked over and tripped over a stone, almost causing a dog to chew his shit.  He cursed and turned around to look, it turned out to be a stone tablet.

    "Light the torch."

    The torch was lit, and a man passed the torch to the stone tablet while touching the round thing emerging from the mound with his hand.

    The man squatting on the ground looked at the stone tablet carefully by the light of the torch, and murmured: "Although Jiaozhi is said to be barrenbut the Ming Dynasty must have the wrath of thunder"

    "Behead the traitor and lay a stone here as a warning to those who come after you!"

    "ah¡­¡­"

    When the man saw this, the hairs all over his body stood up, and there was another scream from behind, which scared him so much that he sat on the ground.

    "what is it call?"

    "ah¡­¡­"

    The man behind him let out a sharper scream, and then he ran towards the darkness without looking back.

    "Is he crazy?"

    The man picked up the torch on the ground, frowned and walked towards the mound.

    The first thing that catches the eye is a dark face, the same complexion as those farmers in Cochin.

    Looking up, a pair of white and cold eyes were looking at him blankly

    The man was breathing heavily, covering his chest, and his eyes slowly turned

    The men also came over and followed the torches in confusion.

    Because the mound is so big, you can see a lot of things sticking out.

    Several people stumbled and looked over. One of them touched it and exclaimed: "It's an arm!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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