The old man stood up and it turned out that his legs could no longer move, and one of them was missing half of them.

"The young man's surname is Han. Since childhood, his father taught him that he would never forget his ancestors. He invited thousands of heroes and often opposed the Tartars for decades," the old man said proudly. "More than ten years ago, a few spies were found in the army. The young man had to break his legs and pretend to be captured by the thieves, so he deceived the Tartars to leave his life. Over the years, although we have not been able to fight with the Tartars, now there are thousands of people, and there are also those who have entered the Tartars as officers. This has been preserved by some fire. Now the Tartars are weak and the Celestial Empire is strong. If we can get the support of the King's Army, we can start a crime tonight. No matter whether we set fire to kill the enemy, we will never be afraid."

In just a few short words, Wei Yang heard the heroic spirit of thousands of heroes who had been rolling in blood for decades.

"Since we are Wei Xiaolang, we don't have to hide it. My son, take the roster," Han Yi said solemnly, "The heroes left behind by decades of bloody battles are all heroes who learn from their ancestors' literature and art and always have the heart to return to the east. They are all in the same roster."

Then, he turned out more than ten pieces of sheepskin from the wool on his legs. The young woman hurried to the stove and took out a bowl of yellow rice porridge.

Apply the rice porridge to sheepskin, and gradually show several maps.

There are also several records of the military equipment, source of supplies, and what flaws can be raided in the vast area east of Chagatai.

This gift is as heavy as Mount Tai, Wei Yang took it to carefully observe it.

The Han family's three generations were brave and resourceful people, and they were also well-read poets and books.

The text on the map is neither Chinese nor Chagatai.

That is the plum blossom seal characters.

"Little official, this is the list of our Beiting Han family men. Three thousand households are all written on it." Han Que came out of the dark house behind him, holding a roll of sheepskin in his hand, his eyes were both a little happy and nervous.

He didn't know what kind of place was in the Central Plains, but he only knew that his grandfather said that it was the place he should be dreaming about the most.

But when they return, can Central Plains tolerate it?

Wei Yang did not accept the list, so he thought about it and agreed: "I can't distract myself from this matter for the time being, and it's hard to deal with it personally. Brother Han, do you have a way to leave here with me? I'll send you to Turpan, and then, you will take my token and meet the princess in Hami, and tell her the story in detail. She and I are friends who are consistent in our hearts."

Han Que said in surprise: "I, can I go?"

"It must be possible that the desert can't be eliminated for eighty years, and the Han family's heart will return to the east. How generous and heroic? If you can't go, who else is worthy of entering the Yumen?" Wei Yang instructed, "If you can go, and see the little princess, if she asks me, you will only reply, Wei Yang's heart will rebuild the Beiting Protectorate, and she will understand everything."

Han Que was overjoyed and was at a loss.

Wei Yang asked with a smile: "Why do your father-in-law trust me?"

"Haha, the old man's eyes are famous for not forgetting people. All the Han people in Beiting have seen them, all know them, and they all understand their feelings. When the little official enters the city, the old man knows that he is not a boy from Beiting. When he sees the little official looking at the Tartars, he actually wants to kill him. When he finds that it is Wei Xiaolangjun, he will naturally be undoubtedly." Mr. Han smiled.

Just as he was joking, someone slammed outside the door and jumped into the door from outside.

Wei Yang immediately stood up and before he could draw his sword, he heard someone laughing, saying, "Happy, happy, that guy was finally killed by us. The girl from the Liu family doesn't have to serve that beast all night."

Another person said: "However, this matter must be known to the heads of the Tartars, and we must be prepared to fight them to the death."

As they spoke, the two of them pushed the door open, a young man under thirty and a young man in his twenties.

The old young man had a scimitar on his waist, which was described as extremely fierce.

The younger one entered the door and looked at the young woman immediately, with a hairpin in her hand and said, "Lin Niang, look at what gift I'll bring you back."

At this time, the two saw a boy sitting opposite the door.

The two were shocked and pulled out the knife together. It turned out that the young man's scimitar was hidden in his sleeve.

In their opinion, the boy was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with fair skin and bright eyes. He carried an iron sword and had his own power.

Looking closely, the guy had a face with a national character and two lying silkworm eyebrows. His eyes were no longer in shape. He saw that he was sharp. He was carrying a long sword, as if the sword was his own. Although he seemed a little shorter, he was about four feet tall and less than five feet tall, and his shape was like a lone wolf and tiger.

"Who is this?" the two shouted in unison.

Mr. Han smiled and said, "Li Family Dalang, the young hero you admire every day is right in front of you, how can you not recognize it?"

The older young man was stunned for a moment, and then said happily: "It turns out that it is someone from the Heavenly Kingdom!"

The young man threw away the machete, stuffed the hairpin to the woman first, then hurriedly wiped his hands on his jacket, took a long step, and said in surprise: "It turns out to be my hero of the Han family, are you the Hami Wei Xiaolang? It's true, really," he thought for a long time before he was amazed, "It's really a heavenly spirit, which has surpassed all the heroes in Beiting."

Then he said excitedly: "My husband wants to recover the Dragon Court? I'll gather people now, and we'll let go and kill tonight, hey!"

Wei Yang looked at Han Que, and Han Que smiled and said, "They are not others. Li Jialang, and they are the best players of our rebel army. They are never afraid of death when they kill the enemy. He led the rebel army assassination team, killing the Tatars today. They dare not ask them to serve on the eve of their Han daughter's wedding. He called him Li Buhu, and his father refused to change his name until his death. Both father and son were well-known and iron bones."

"That's an amazing hero, let me pay my respects." Wei Yang paid a visit to the official holiday.

Li Buhu quickly knelt down and returned the favor, wiped his tears, and said with a smile: "What is this? Compared to Wei Xiaolangjun's defeat of the Tartar coalition and killing the enemy chief's arms, the villain is extremely ashamed."

Wei Yang said: "Brother Li is the hero."

Han Li pointed to another young man and said, "This is the husband of the sister. She has been alone since she was a child. She is the head of our rebel army. She also has three or five Tartar soldiers under her command."

"My name is Zhang Xiaocheng, Xiaolangjun, do we really want to recover the Dragon Court?" The young man sat cross-legged and took out a sheepskin from his arms. He still had to apply rice soup to see the words. He said, "Then we need to find out as soon as possible. Today we have heard a news that there is a Dangxiang tribe in the northwest of the Yarkand Khanate. There are about 50,000 people, and everyone is brave and good at fighting. It is said that the leader is still a woman. She sent people to the Khan City of Chagatai and sent envoys to the Khan City of Turpan, probably to unite these people. In addition, the Oirats also signed some agreement with the Khan Khan, and seemed to discuss with the Tatars to withdraw troops. I see that they may be going to attack our Ming Dynasty."

oh?

Dangxiang people formed an army?

"That female leader, called," Wei Yang thought for a long time before remembering, "It seems that she is called Madam Gao?"
Chapter completed!