Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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Er Zhe was already furious.

The duck flew to the beak.

In order to come here and arrange all these things, he has exhausted his brains. Although this place is a desert, it is too close to the Ming Dynasty's fortress. There are many Ming army fortresses and fortresses nearby. Therefore, I will definitely not make up my mind.

And now... it's all gone.

But at this time, there was still a human being who wanted to die: "It's true, it really fell from the sky, such a big ball just fell like this, I swear to heaven."

"Shut up!" Ezhe was furious, holding a whip in his hand, and lashed at the man fiercely.

Immediately, the man screamed, his head covered in bloodstains.

E Zhe roared furiously: "Even if there are gods, there will be things falling from the sky, they will also bless our descendants of Genghis Khan, not those Han people. Now, you still want to talk nonsense, do you really think that I will believe your nonsense? ? Enough, you must have let him go privately, it must be so, come, tie them up and cut off their heads."

All the people who watched the night begged for mercy.

Erzhe laughed loudly: "Haha, I am with Father Khan. I have never seen what kind of world, but I will never believe your nonsense. Such a bizarre thing, I..."

When he raised his head and laughed, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Then, I looked at a black spot in the sky.

Is that... a bird?

But why did the bird fall vertically.

Most importantly, why do birds have only one wing.

The thing fell extremely fast, and Zhe couldn't wait to understand it. Suddenly, he saw that it was an ax, an ax from the sky.

All the legends and stories can't tell such a thing. I only heard that sister Lin fell from the sky, and gold ingots fell from the sky, but... why is it an axe.

It was a sharp hand axe, and it fell straight down with the whistling wind, carrying with it an earth-shattering power.

Anything that falls from a thousand-meter altitude, not to mention an axe, is a piece of stone, all of which are extremely astonishing.

Ezhe was silent.

He didn't smile anymore, he was a little dazed.

Subconsciously, he wanted to hide.

But he found that these damned night watchmen hugged his thigh.

They howled, kept begging for mercy, hugged his thigh humbly, and said repeatedly: "It's true, it's true, it's really a flying ball, it fell from the sky, it really fell from the sky..."

Er Zhe's feet kept struggling, but it was too late, everything was too late.

Since he was a child, he was proficient in bowing horses, and he was known as the "Battle" on the grassland. The so-called "Battle" means warrior and hero. Although, as the son of the Great Khan, the so-called "Battle" may have some water, it may be When other warriors fought him, they always left room. To obtain such a title, Ezhe's force is naturally extraordinary.

Originally, with his agility like a cheetah, maybe... he could avoid it.

But when several clansmen hugged his feet, a terrible thought flashed across his mind, I...will be hacked to death by an ax that fell from the sky...

This idea is really ridiculous, because no matter how imaginative a person is, he can't imagine a person dying like this.

But unfortunately...

At this moment, between the flashes of light and flint, the ax fell straight down.

The sound of piercing the sky, with whistling. The sharpness of the ax is especially sharp.

Click...

There was a muffled sound.

Everyone didn't react.

Ezhe's eyes were already wide open.

Blood, it's blood... Slowly flowing down from his forehead, the sharp ax was inserted straight into his skull. The skull is the hardest part of a human being, and ordinary people may not be able to split it with a sword, but this The ax, unbiased, directly smashed into his skull.

Then, the blood flowed more and more, like a canopy, hot blood sprayed out.

The people around him didn't react.

They didn't even know where the ax came from.

Some people started to react, they held down the handles of the knives at their waists, looked around in panic, and exclaimed: "There are assassins, there are assassins..."

But...there are assassins on the left and right.

The person lying on the ground begging for mercy was also dumbfounded.

Everyone is dumbfounded.

Er Zhe was still standing, his eyes were still wide open, at that moment, he felt heartbroken, but also at this moment, countless incredible thoughts flashed across his mind.

This... Maybe it's a joke from the heavens?

Then, his burly figure crashed to the ground.

This is not a joke, at least, no one can laugh now.

Ezhe is dead...

The dead can no longer die.

The restless clansman let out a cry of terror.

Even though they boasted that they were men on the grassland, they were not afraid of heaven and earth, but when they suddenly saw such a supernatural thing, they were still terrified of panic.

"Where did the ax... come from?"

"Heaven...it fell from the sky, it seems...it seems so..."

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Suddenly, there were two more people in the rattan basket. In addition, the balloon leaked a little, although it was not serious, but... Obviously, the flying speed was much slower.

Yang Biao tilted his head. He suddenly missed his ax. It was a very good axe. The family can also chop firewood. My mother-in-law has been reluctant to buy a silver hairpin. She sold the ax herself and collected some of her own wages. Maybe this silver hairpin will come.

"It's ruined, it's ruined." He found another skin bag from the rattan basket, hid aside and took a sip of wine, looking very melancholy, with a sad face, slightly drunk, and then slapped himself.

Zhou La, who was shivering from the cold and curled up in the blanket, was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "Speak up if you have something to say, don't hit anyone, don't hit anyone, a gentleman uses his mouth but doesn't do it." It wasn't me, so I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, stop drinking."

"Why?" Yang Biao glared at him.

Zhou La hurriedly put on a smiling face, and said in a gentle tone: "Didn't you say that you controlled this balloon? You are drunk, what should we do?"

"Oh." Yang Biao cheered up. He almost forgot that Engong asked him to take them back.

He stood up and put away the skin bag, and then remembered that after drinking, he felt the urge to urinate again. Without saying a word, he poured water directly, facing the wind, the hot liquid floated back to the bamboo basket like snow flakes, and tapped On Zhou La's face bit by bit, Zhou La said: "You..."

"What's the matter?" Yang Biao looked back at him.

Zhou La laughed again: "What a pee, this pee should only exist in the sky."

Shen Ao held the binoculars and kept poking his head out, looking at the ground: "Hey, hey, hey, we're almost at Yanshan Mountain, look, Shanhaiguan is not far away, land quickly, prepare to land."

Yang Biao nodded and began to adjust the firepower of the kerosene tank with familiarity, and suddenly he said: "Oops, I actually forgot a big thing."

Shen Ao couldn't help asking: "What?"

"Anchor, we have no anchor. Didn't we cut off the rope of the anchor just now? The anchor is still in place, what should we do if there is no anchor?"

"What do you mean?" Zhou La's heart skipped a beat, looking at the mountains and rivers underground, his head was a little dizzy.

"This means that we may not be able to land," Yang Biao said.

"What, then why are you here to save me?" Zhou La felt that he was going crazy. A fishy smell.

The reason is to go home safely, he wants to go home, he misses his grandmother, his eldest father, his father, and his delicate wife, but...then why do you save me? There, at most, he would be hacked to death by the Tatars, at least this method of death is acceptable, but now you tell me that I will fall from here, and my body will never be found.

"Shut up." Yang Biao was upset.

"You..."

Yang Biao glared at him: "I just have a bad temper."

On this balloon, Yang Biao is the master of everything.

Zhou La has no temper at all.

Shen Ao pursed his lips, preparing for the worst.

"From now on, let's throw out all the hard objects in the rattan basket, whether it's a sword or something that can be thrown anyway, and prepare to make a forced landing. I will gradually reduce the amount of fire, and the balloon will slowly fall down. The advantage of the basket is that it can help us block the gravel when we fall, so we have to tie ourselves into the rattan basket, not only that, but there are also several layers of blankets and quilts here, and you are all wrapped around your body."

Yang Biao gritted his teeth and began to discard the sharp weapons. Then, he found ropes, tied all three of them in rattan baskets, wrapped their whole bodies, especially their heads in blankets and cotton cloth, and only showed them one eye and nostril.

After everything was ready, he began to close the valve of the kerosene slowly, but there was still a little amount of igneous power left, so the heat began to decrease, and the balloon began to descend slowly.

Seeing that he was still standing, Zhou La couldn't help but said, "You wrap it up too, you'll fall to your death."

Yang Biao couldn't help saying: "Hey teeth, look at my fiery temper, you can try it again, ****, my name is Biaozi, you know? I promised my benefactor that I will definitely bring you back alive, and I will let you live." If you go back alive, you will go back alive. I haven’t read any books, I will believe what my mother says, and I will do what my benefactor tells me. In short, you will live, stop talking and falling .”

He stared, the balloon began to descend rapidly, he firmly grasped the rattan basket, and shouted loudly: "Don't worry, I'll be fine in a while, if I die, remember one thing, take care of my old lady.

Whistling in the ears, the balloon continued to descend, somewhat violently.

It began to slowly pass through the pass wall, which separated the inside of the pass and the outside of the pass.

At this time, Yang Biao didn't dare to be idle, and quickly began to open some valves to increase the heat, so the speed of decline suddenly slowed down.

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The fifth chapter was delivered, caught a cold, couldn't take it anymore, and was drowsy, how about a monthly ticket, at least let the tiger pretend that he still has someone to care about.

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