Chapter 91 The Honest Fan San
The scarred Fan San crawled back to Zhangjiakou with a rope tied around his waist and a child tied to the other end of the rope. A sledge made of tree branches, with Fan Xiaoshan’s youngest son Fan Wenfang lying on the sledge.
When people saw them, both Fan Wenfang’s body and Fan San’s wounds were covered with flies.
Fan Xiaoshan almost fainted when he saw this scene.
Fan Wenfang was the son he had high hopes for. This time, he asked his son to transport supplies to Jianzhou, hoping to pave a way for his son to enter the Manchu court from a young age and wait for the Manchu emperor to succeed. , Fan Wenfang could also rise with the tide, and finally became the mainstay of the Fan family in the Manchu and Qing court.
Now it's all over. My son encountered bandits, and it seems that the caravan escorting the goods was also wiped out.
And Fan San's appearance in such an embarrassing state made Fan Xiaoshan's soul fly into the sky.
You must know that Fan San was accompanied by three powerful Jianzhou warriors!
He might be able to understand what happened to Fan Wenfang, but Fan Xiaoshan couldn't understand that Fan San appeared here in such a mess.
A bucket of ice water was poured on the unconscious Fan San. Fan San slowly opened his eyes and saw Fan Xiaoshan's urgent eyes. He wriggled his lips and said: "Master, there is an ambush among us... ..."
"What ambush?"
"Who was ambushed?"
"Where did the Jianzhou army go?"
Fan Xiaoshan's series of urgent words did not make Fan San more awake. Fan San opened his mouth, then fainted again.
Two buckets of ice water were poured down, but there was still no movement from Fan San. The doctor felt Fan San's pulse and said with sadness: "I have a high fever, coupled with exhaustion, if I can't wake up after three days, If he comes, he will never wake up."
Fan Xiaoshan knew that at this time, Fan San could not be allowed to die no matter what, so he said to the doctor: "Save him, or you will be killed. "
When the doctor heard what Fan Xiaoshan said, he shivered all over, and asked someone to carry Fan San into the Fan family courtyard in a hurry.
The life and death of the Jianzhou army was unknown, and Fan Xiaoshan had no time to pay attention to the stinking body of his son. The loud wailing of the female relatives made him even more irritable. He stamped his feet and roared: "What are you crying about?" Howl, you will howl!"
As he entered the inner house, Fan Wencheng's face was as gloomy as water...
"Is that servant awake?"
Fan Xiaoshan shook his head and said: "I only have one breath left. If I don't get this breath, no one will know about the disappearance of Jianzhou's thousand troops."
Fan Wencheng said: " This is impossible. There are more than a thousand people, more than a thousand warriors. It is impossible for them to disappear without a trace.
Give your servant strong medicine and I want him to wake up immediately. "
Fan Xiaoshan shook his head and said: "It's useless. Two buckets of ice water were poured in and there was no movement. A certain family knows something about it.According to medical theory, such a person is basically dead. It depends on luck to survive. "
Fan Wencheng put his hands on the table and whispered: "He must survive, he must survive, otherwise more than a thousand Jianzhou warriors will die inexplicably, and you and I can't bear it. rise.
At least, we must tell Prince Shuorui clearly what happened, otherwise, you and I will die without a burial place. "
Fan Xiaoshan said: "I don't understand. The more than a thousand Jianzhou warriors you are talking about are not the useless swordsmen in my caravan.
I believe they were robbed by horse thieves, but I don’t believe it if you say that all the more than a thousand heavily armed Jianzhou warriors were killed by horse thieves.
If you wait a little longer, maybe someone will come back. ”
Fan Wencheng sat back in his seat slumped, his hand holding the teacup trembled so much that it made the teacup rattle.
Fan Xiaoshan did not believe that more than a thousand slave-building troops were captured by horse thieves. Naturally, Fan Wencheng didn't believe in the clean killing. Even giant bandits like Li Hongji and Zhang Bingzhong would never be able to kill more than a thousand heavily armed Jianzhou warriors.
Not to mention, there are more than a thousand cavalry. They can run away if they can't fight... This is on the Mongolian grassland, not a dangerous place like hills...
On the first day, what? None of it happened. Fan's face was like gold paper, his energy was like a gossamer, Zhangjiakou's merchants were coming and going, and it was as prosperous as yesterday.
Fan Wencheng was like an old donkey spinning around, and Fan Xiaoshan was watching the autumn water at the Zhangjiakou pass.
The next day, nothing happened. Fan San's breathing became calmer and improved greatly. However, outside Zhangjiakou, there was still no tattered Jianzhou Cavalry appearing on the horizon, nor any. The Jianzhou cavalry in bright armor appeared in people's eyes.
Fan Wencheng drank three cups without getting drunk, and specks of white hair appeared on Fan Xiaoshan's temples.
On the third day. , Fan Wencheng stood in front of Fan San's bed smelling of alcohol. Fan Xiaoshan buried his son's tattered body and also came to Fan San's bed.
As the sun set, Fan was surrounded by clouds of servants. The courtyard was like a dead city.
The moon was like a hook, and Fan San opened his eyes.
“Feed him a bowl of ginseng soup. ”
Fan Wencheng calmed down and did not ask Fan San urgently. He already knew that Jianzhou’s thousand-strong army might not come back, and urging Fan San at this time would be useless.
After finishing a bowl of ginseng soup, Fan San’s tears started falling down before he could open his mouth.
Fan Wencheng turned his back and asked in a deep voice: “Fan San, where is the army? ?
Fan San moved his lips and looked at Fan Xiaoshan timidly. Fan Xiaoshan said lightly: "Tell me everything you know. The more detailed the better." "
Fan San then whispered: "We were ambushed. ”
“Who? "
"The officers and soldiers of Datong Prefecture are a large group of people in darkness. "
"This is impossible!"Fan Wencheng's voice became sharp.
Fan San whispered: "This is what General Doral said. He also said that he finally met a group of real Ming people. "
"Whose flag was the Ming army on the opposite side flying? "
Fan San shook his head and said: "I don't know, General Doral was just happy and rushed over with his army. "
"Is it so careless? "
Fan San said with a sad face: "No one was left behind and we rushed forward. The three Niulu were organized into three teams, leaving the six of us who didn't know how to fight at the end. We had no choice but to Follow up, and then a cannon comes from the opposite side. My horse is killed by an iron ball, and I fall to the ground. The muskets from the opposite side are like firecrackers, and the small one dives into the marmot hole. "
Fan Wencheng gritted his teeth and said, "Have you seen the person opposite clearly? ”
Fan San thought for a while and said: “No, there is only a large row of wooden boards with big iron nails on them. Oh, there are also pulleys underneath. I saw Udaniulu’er really rushing to the big wooden boards. , just after hitting the big board with a hammer, he was pierced by the spear that came out of the gap in the board, and was picked up and put behind the board. "
Fan Wencheng's eyes fell on a thin middle-aged man, and he heard the middle-aged man say: "Artillery, muskets, spears, sidecars, Ming army equipment. "
"How many people are there across the way? "
Fan San shook his head and said: "I don't know. I just heard General Doral shouting: Die here today..."
The skinny middle-aged man sighed: "There is no way to escape. There are the most enemies in front, but it is also the only way to survive. Only by drilling through the enemy formation can we have a way to survive. Such military orders are not new in the army.
If we want to surround our Jianzhou army with a thousand troops, Doral will not do this without eight times more enemy troops. "
Fan Wencheng asked again: "Why didn't you obey the military order and fight to the death? "
Fan San glanced at Fan Xiaoshan. Seeing Fan Xiaoshan's expressionless face, he whispered: "General Doral had already fallen from his horse at that time. The first charge failed. The muskets on the opposite side were like fried beans. , Jianzhou's warriors rushed to a distance of fifty steps from the enemy's line at most before being completely killed or wounded.
General Doral led the Jianzhou warriors who had fallen off their horses to attack on foot. They were beaten with muskets and were unable to lift their heads. At this time, General Doral braved the bullets of the Ming army and continued to attack. Rushing forward, the young man saw with his own eyes that he was hit. Seeing that he was unable to climb over the big wooden plank, General Doral shot an arrow. Well, it was a sounding arrow. The Jianzhou warriors who were regrouping behind to continue the attack heard the sounding arrow. , they gave up their formation and scattered away.
The younger ones had no horses and could not catch up with them, so they had to hide in the marmot cave. "
The skinny middle-aged man said: "What kind of sounding arrow?
Fan San smiled bitterly and said, "What do you want me to say?" "
The middle-aged man said to the servant beside him: "Get my quiver. ”
After a while, the servant brought the quiver. The thin middle-aged man took the long bow, raised his hand and shot.A loud arrow came out and asked Fan San: "Is it this kind?"
Fan San shook his head and said: "No, the sound seems to be sharper."
The middle-aged man nodded. He raised his hand and shot another loud arrow, then looked at Fan San.
Fan San continued to shake his head and said: "The sound is not that short."
The middle-aged man shot a loud arrow again, and Fan San immediately said: "That's the sound."
The skinny middle-aged man sighed and said to Fan Wencheng: "This arrow is fired to inform the subordinates that they don't need to worry about whether the general is alive or dead, and they can flee for their lives... Unless there is despair, there will be no military orders like this.
This dog slave didn’t lie.”