Gongtu's words made Fan Kuan choke for a long time and said with a heartbroken sentence: "Boss Gongtu! Don't you want to defeat the Ming army and unify the grassland and become the next co-lord of the world?

Don’t you want to have countless wealth, and just one word determines the life and death of others?

You don't want to..."

Gongtu was completely confused by Fan Kuan. He stared at Fan Kuan and kept talking nonstop, as if there were many small circles in his eyes.

He finally caught the gap between the other party's words and interrupted, "Stop! Mr. Fan! Just say directly, what should I do!"

"Okay!" Fan Kuan said with a high-high: "The leader of Gongtu immediately gathered the tribal warriors and rushed into the postman camp at night, killing all of them without leaving any one.

By then, your reputation will spread throughout the grassland, and no one dares to disobey your orders…”

Fan Kuan said proudly, not at all aware of Gongtu’s cold face.

"What then?" said Fan Kuan, who was trapped in fantasy with cold interruption.

"Then? Then you are the most famous leader on the grassland. How glorious it is to kill all the bloodthirsty devils..." Fan Kuan couldn't understand Gongtu, but he still explained.

Gongtu waved his hand and interrupted Fan Kuan again and said, "If you kill it, you won't be able to kill the bloodthirsty devil. Without the postman, will you buy those wool?

Will you take out such salt and frosting, and will you provide me with enough grain and tea bricks?

Will it be…?”

Fan Kuan was speechless after a series of questions. Especially when he saw the dazzling white salt and sugar on the table, he was even more stunned.

Oh my God! Even if the Fan family is rich enough to rival the country, they have never enjoyed such white things. These are all taken out by postmen?

Is he crazy? Or is the postmen crazy?

Seeing Fan Kuan's stunned look, Gongtu curled his lips and said, "If you don't have to fight hard, you can get these things, and only a fool will fight the bloodthirsty devil to death!"

Fan Kuan didn't know how he got out of Gongtu's tribe. He looked back at the bonfire and saw that the sky was red. He kept laughing and laughing, and said hatefully: "You will regret it!"

...

There is no road on the grassland, and the straight line closest to the destination is often the best road to walk.

With trucks of wool and specialties on the grassland, the postmen and their group walked a little lightly.

There was only one person in the team who was depressed, but instead looked at the crowd with joy, with a look of worry.

"Nurhaci! Why are you unhappy? When you go back this time, you can bring your family to the West Mountain so that they can live a good life like the Han people, and the little boys can go to school. Isn't this worth being happy?"

Nurhaci was full of bitterness when he heard this, patted the person on the shoulder and said, "Uh Yidu! Do you really want to bring your family to the West?

By then you will be sold to the Han people completely without the courage to resist?

Do you still remember that we had to make a vow to avenge our fathers and ancestors, drive away the Han people, and build a country belonging to the Jurchens?

Do you remember all this?"

Uh Yidu heard this, put away the smile on his face and said, "Of course I remember my original vow, and I did not forget my hatred!

I had already discussed with Ambulu and Affyanggu. When I returned to Jianzhou to pick up my family, I beg the Lord to allow us to destroy Nikanwailan and slaughter the treacherous Yehenara tribes to avenge our fathers and ancestors!

With the armor on our bodies and the sharp swords in our hands, we can definitely take revenge! The Ming army in Liaodong dared not pursue us. Isn’t this good?”

"Uh..." Nurhaci was speechless by Eh. His thoughts were not like this at all, but to become a hero of a generation.

But this dream is getting farther and farther away. Without a life-and-death companion, can he really do it alone?

Before Nurhaci could figure it out, a sharp whistle came from his ear. Eyedu slapped his horse and rushed to the front of the team. The sound came into Nurhaci's ears: "Come on! You must have encountered an enemy!"

Well, all of them were right. Thousands of horse thieves appeared in front of the postmen's team. Among these people were Tatars with leather robes, Huique people with white hats, and Han people with cotton armor.

Facing thousands of horse thieves of all kinds, Hu Zicang smiled at the corner of his mouth. Before leaving, Gongtu told him everything, and the postmen were on guard along the way, just waiting for their appearance.

Before the postmen formed a chariot formation, the horse thieves moved. Thousands of horse thieves shouted various languages ​​and rushed towards more than 500 postmen.

Hu Zicang curled his lips disdainfully. This group of mobs is far inferior to the Tatars. Is it necessary to deal with them?

"The chariots open the way! Mercenaries protect their left and right, and follow me!"

With a command, more than 30 chariots left the convoy and rushed forward towards the thief. More than 300 Jurchens protected each side of the chariot and refused to fall behind at all.

Facing the chariot with a strong momentum, the horse thieves did not dare to be tough at all, and turned their horses to rush towards the Jurchens on both sides.

Put on the plate armor and put on the sharp sabre and rushed to the front. He saw the horse thief hedged over, shouted loudly, and waved the special sabre weighing more than ten pounds.

The horse thief hurriedly swung his sword to block it, but the moment his sword and Eyidu saber came into contact, it broke into two halves. Eyidu saber castrated its momentum and cut the horse thief into two halves.

After rubbing the blood stained on the armor below, he also roared to the sky: "Kill all the horse thieves! Don't let the money you got run away!"

The Jurchens following him had golden lights in their eyes. When they looked at the horse thief, they were as if they saw moving gold and silver. They screamed and waved their saber and rushed forward.

Compared with the Jurchens who live on the brink of death all year round, horse thieves are much worse. With just contact between the two sides, dozens of people were killed off the horse.

Hundreds of Jurchens were completely crazy, and the horse thieves were scared. They came to make a fortune, not to die.

I don’t know who escaped first, but thousands of horse thieves scattered and fled in all directions.

Hu Zicang has been paying attention to the battlefield, and his eyes never left the team of more than thirty people. One of the middle-aged people was particularly conspicuous, and he had already stared at the brocade robe.

The moment the horse thief collapsed, Hu Zicang pointed his hand at the middle-aged man and said, "Catch him!"

Thirty chariots rushed towards the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man was almost scared. He turned his horse's head and wanted to escape. Before he could run far, he heard the sound of a musket from behind him, "Bang bang!"

Seeing the guards around him falling off one by one, Fan Kuan kept cursing the horse thief in his heart. Ten times the strength of the troops could be defeated by the opponent, and they were all a group of people.

Suddenly! The body of the war horse under his crotch froze and fell to the ground. Fan Kuan was also thrown away. After finally sitting up, there were many tall figures in front of him.

"Mr. Fan! Don't hurry to leave! I have many ways to entertain people by the royal postman. I hope you can enjoy it!"
Chapter completed!