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Chapter 33 Isn't it a waste to bury so many thunderbolts?

Before turning down Maguan, Sucheng rode the horse back and forth.

Zhang Fu rode on the horse, following Sucheng back and forth, dozens of cavalry and Ming troops followed the two, never leaving.

He came from the direction of Aries Pass, rushed to Sucheng horses, and bowed to report:

"Governor, Xie Qianhu urgently reported that the Ola army had a military horse, about 600 people, and they took two carriages and headed north from the city."

Su Cheng frowned slightly, not understanding what Ye Xian wanted to send 600 people out of seclusion here, but he still ordered the command of the night not to accept it:

"I'm sending Xie Qianhu to pay close attention to the movements of the Oirat army. The rest of the military situation can be plagiarized before reporting."

The messenger took the order.

Su Cheng drove his horse and continued to search outside the city. He went to a place ten miles away, looking at several lonely graves:

"It's here."

Zhang Fu glanced at the lonely grave and asked in confusion:

"Governor, your ancestral tomb is here?"

Su Cheng gave Zhang Fu's horse a whip, watched the horse run without being drunk, and laughed and scolded:

"The ending thing, this is your ancestral tomb."

After scolding Zhang Fu, Su Cheng ordered the messenger Zhang Yong behind him:

"I passed our military order and ordered Fan Guang to transport all the gathered thunders here to me, bring iron tools to Fenwu Camp and dig up the soil here to bury the thunders."

After finally holding the horse, Zhang Fu heard Su Cheng's words and hurriedly said:

"I'm familiar with the digging of soil, the governor, dig the soil and bury the sky thunder, let me show the people from the martial arts camp do it?"

Su Cheng waved his hand indifferently:

"Okay, go and transport the sky-booming thunder, so you won't be able to work for Fan Guang's Fenwu Camp. Let them rest and rest. The war is about to begin."

When the Admiral Wang Wen heard that Zhang Fu was going to transport all the thunders out of the pass, he was furious.

The old man grabbed Zhang Fu's neck and scolded:

"Baima Pass has fallen. The place where it can play the role of thunder in the sky is above the wall. If you use such a powerful weapon to come out of the pass, you will be a fatal enemy and harm yourself."

Zhang Fu was a little afraid of Wang Wen. The old man had a high position and a bad temper. The key was his foul mouth. He finally broke free from the old man's neck and dodged his tone:

"This is arranged by the governor, and I am following the order."

The poliest alley next to him held a horse whip and stopped Wang Wen, who wanted to continue humiliating Zhang Fu:

"Master Wang, this must be what Bo Ye means. When we followed Bo Ye to fight the Oirat at Shuikou Pass, Bo Ye fought against Oirat with two hundred and eight hundred, and almost destroyed the Oirats. The only thing we rely on was to use this thunder to make flowers."

Wang Wenheng glanced at the Hutong, calmed down, snorted coldly, and raised his beard:

"Since it is Mr. Su's military order, I won't say anything, but I want to follow you to see how to use this thunder to make flowers."

Zhang Fu cast a grateful look at Hutong, grateful to him for dealing with Wang Wen for himself.

Zhang Fu was used to being an idle marquis. He used to do a lot of things that violated the court's laws and regulations. He was usually afraid of the censor of the Censorate. Now he ran into Wang Wen, the right censor, and one of the leaders of the Censorate, and he was even less courageous.

The three of them led their troops out of the city to the location of Sucheng. They saw Sucheng running and encircling the land, and the horse's hoof prints formed many circles.

Seeing Wang Wen, Su Cheng smiled bitterly and greeted him:

"Master Wang, has the imperial court rewarded me?"

Wang Wen just glared at Zhang Fu's beard. Now he was smiling when facing Su Cheng. He took the imperial decree from the servant beside him and handed it to Su Cheng.

"Congratulations to Mr. Su, Your Majesty, I will give you two hundred stones of fortune and hereditary commander of Yanshan Guard."

Su Cheng took the order, read it once, closed the order, and returned it to Wang Wen.

On the other side, Zhang Yong and several messengers had already led the soldiers to dig pits, and soldiers familiar with the firearms had already begun to carry thunder from the vehicle and were putting them into the first pit.

Wang Wen glanced around and looked at several graves and asked in confusion:

"I dare to ask the governor, if the thunder of the sky is buried here, what does the governor mean? Could it be that this place where I don't know whose ancestral tomb is, Ola can still camp here?"

"Or the governor saw that the descendants of these ancestral tombs had a grudge and wanted to send their ancestors to heaven."

Su Cheng couldn't help but smile bitterly. Before sending troops, His Majesty told him that Wang Wen had a bad temper and hard temper, and he didn't speak badly, so he didn't bother him.

Wang Jianzhai’s words are not so ugly!

"I have no grudges and no grudges with the descendants of these ancestral tombs. I have buried the thunder here because Yesen will set up a camp here."

"At the latest tomorrow night, the Ola army will move here. Maybe you and I will kneel down here to worship our Supreme Emperor."

Wang Wen sneered when he heard this:

"Are you a god?"

"I'll move here first? Because of these graves?"

"The governor is delusional. Thunder is a powerful weapon to defend the city. The governor insists on burying them all here. If it is true as the governor expected, it would be fine. If it falls into the trap of Maguan, I will definitely participate in your book in the court."

Without saying anything, Su Cheng immediately didn't want to pay attention to this grandson. Damn it was so annoying. I have a grudge against the descendants of this ancestral tomb. I'll have grudges against you so soon.

Zhang Fu followed by and asked tremblingly:

"Governor, are we still burying it?"

"Buried."

Su Cheng didn't even look at Wang Wen.

Wang Wen also blew his beard and glared:

"Marquis Longping, if you dare to bury it, you will definitely have a place in your official memorial."

Haha, this is affecting the people who are taking part in the melon.

Zhang Fu suddenly felt numb.

Listen to the governor, or to the admiral?

According to military orders, he should obey the governor. In the battle of Aries Pass, he was convinced by the governor from his heart.

But he was even more afraid of the censor, especially this one was the right censor!

The Hutong pulled Zhang Fu and signaled him to execute the military order quickly. He smiled and separated the tense general and the admiral.

"Mr. Wang, today, with the imperial edict, it seems that the silver for the three armies to reward the three armies is insufficient. Please go and take a look. You can't let the soldiers bleed on the front line, and cry when they go back."

"What happened?"

Wang Wen's eyes lit up like a cat smelling fishy smell, his chin raised, and he followed the alley with a swagger.

It took almost an afternoon for the soldiers of Xianwu Camp to flatten the place and eliminate the buried traces, but the terrain was much flatter than before the burial of the sky thunder.

The next day, at the moment of Mao, Xie Goudan sent a horse to report that the Ola army left the Aries Pass and headed straight to the Dark Ma Pass.

Sucheng Orders, each army went up to the city wall, and each regiment and battalion officer inspected the military preparations and prepared for a great battle.

At the third hour of Shen, Yesen's army was at the end of the fall of Maguan.

Standing on the wall of Daomaguan, looking into the distance, I saw a 70,000 Oirat army, like a black line covering the sky, coming all over the mountains.

The Oirat flag was waving, and countless Oirat cavalry rushed to Daoma Pass like a tide. Yesen's central army star moved, and the Oirat cavalry separated like a tide, and the big flag slowly moved to the front of the formation.

As the flag waved, tens of thousands of Oirat army formed a formation, lined up outside Daoma Pass.
Chapter completed!
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