"Bang"

Yang Yifei fired the last shot and killed the last Tartar who was still alive in sight. Li Mochou and Zhang Yong's sixteen shells were also exhausted, and the sniper rifle was reclaimed back to the storage space, and the tranquility was finally restored here.

Yang Yifei waved his hand and put away the three mortars and the shells he had not finished, and said to the two: "The Tartars should be dead. You can wait a moment, I will collect their food and grass."

Li Mochou: "Okay."

Zhang Yong: "Yes."

Whether it is to exchange points for grain or use gold to buy grain, it will consume its own reserves. Therefore, every time Yang Yifei passes, he will take away the food and grass after destroying the Tartars and use it to support the army.

Yang Yifei flew up and flew into the Tartar camp in an instant. He floated around the camp, turning a blind eye to the Tartars who were not dead and were lying on the ground and groaning. He casually controlled a scimitar to fix them with a scimitar, and then went to find the granary.

The Tartars' granary was shaped like a circular spire and was built with thatch. During the bombing just now, Yang Yifei avoided this area specifically, so the granary was not destroyed during the bombing.

After a brief look, there is still a lot of food and grass in the Tatar camp, which is enough for 500 people to eat for two or three months, which is a small gain.

The grain was all about rice, flour and mixed grains. There were many sheep in the camp, and the storage space could not store living things. He was too lazy to spend time killing lambs and collecting meat, so he released them like many war horses.

If he just killed the sheep but did not bleed enough, the meat would smell very fishy. Yang Yifei didn't want to waste time. The most important thing was that he didn't want to put some bloody things into the storage space.

So he just took away the food, so he left the camp and went to the carriage with Li Mochou and Zhang Yong.

He drove back on the carriage and returned to the same road. After returning to the official road, he continued to move northwest. As soon as the carriage returned to the official road, he saw two young men who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, running quickly towards this side.

As soon as they saw the carriage, the two of them immediately accelerated and shouted, "Young Master... Please stay."

Seeing this, Zhang Yong strangled the horse and waited to be in place. Yang Yifei opened the curtains and looked out from the window of the carriage. The two teenagers quickly ran to the vicinity.

I saw two young men, one of whom was solid and strong, but was slightly shorter, less than 1.7 meters tall, wearing a coarse cloth short-striped dress.

The other one is tall and half a head taller than his companion, but he looks a little thin. He is wearing a long gown and looks gentle and delicate.

Yang Yifei looked at the two people who were breathing slightly from the window, and nodded secretly. They were obviously running out of the town, running all the way, just breathing slightly, which showed that they were both physically good.

"Two little brothers, what do you think of?" Yang Yifei asked the two teenagers with a faint smile on his face.

The tall and thin boy said, "Just just now when you were in the town, you said, "You are here in the north to slaughter the Tartars. We have seen with your own eyes that the Tartars do have the means to slaughter the Tartars. I believe that all the Tartars in the camp have been killed at this moment."

"The Tartars are cruel and unkind. The Han people living under the Tartars live worse than pigs and dogs. I want to follow the young master, but I only want the young master to teach us the ability to slaughter the Tartars and seek justice for the Han people who died under the Tartars' butcher's knife."

The short and strong boy also clasped his fists and said, "Please accept us. We must obey the emperor's orders and be loyal to him."

Looking at the two teenagers, Yang Yifei secretly praised in his heart, they were all passionate and good-looking! However, he did not agree at once, but smiled and said slowly: "You... were secretly running out without hiding it from your family, right?"

When the two teenagers heard this, they immediately looked embarrassed. The short and strong teenager said, "I... we have already left letters... our parents will definitely understand us."

The tall and thin boy also said: "It is difficult to achieve both loyalty and filial piety. Everyone has parents and relatives. But if everyone just wants to be filial and does not want to serve the country loyally, the only result is that the country is destroyed, the country is destroyed, the mountains and rivers are broken, and some things are always something that someone needs to do."

Yang Yifei looked at him in surprise and said with interest: "I must have read a book after listening to my little brother? What's your name?"

The tall and thin boy said, "The ancestor of my family is a scholar. My father and I have read some books, and I am Liu Yuxuan."

Yang Yifei nodded, looked at the short and strong boy again, and said, "Where are you?"

The short and strong boy touched his head and said with a little inferiority: "My name is Tian Peng. I have been selling tofu for generations in my family. I can only grind tofu."

Liu Yuxuan hurriedly said, "Tian Peng and Zaixia are neighbors. They grew up with me since childhood. He also learned from my father and knew some words."

Yang Yifei refused to say anything and said seriously: "You are really willing to follow me? I do plan to form a rebel army, expel the Tartars, and rebuild our Han people's territory, but this is a life of losing one's head. If you are not careful, you may lose your life at any time."

Tian Peng shouted: "If we were afraid of death, we wouldn't come. Please accept us!"

Liu Yuxuan didn't say anything, but his eyes said everything.

Yang Yifei thought to himself that Liu Yuxuan had read books and was educated, and was indeed very useful. He could not just collect a bunch of mud legs.

The Tian Peng family sells tofu. The so-called human profession has three hardships. They sell tofu with a boat and iron. They have to get up to make tofu at two or three in the morning every day, which requires great perseverance. It can be seen that although this kid is young, his perseverance is not bad.

Thinking of this, Yang Yifei nodded and said, "Okay! I'll accept you."

The two teenagers were overjoyed and bowed with fists, "See the young master."

Yang Yifei turned around and smiled at Li Mochou, "With these two boys, the carriage is a little crowded, get off! Today I will let you see the magic weapon carriage."

Li Mochou's eyes lit up. She had already understood a truth. As long as it was taken out by Yang Yifei and was called "Magic Treasure", it would definitely be a good thing that is not in this world.

The three of them got off the carriage. Yang Yifei ordered Zhang Yong to untie the carriage and let Jian Ma go. Then he waved his hand and the carriage disappeared on the road.

Liu Yuxuan and Tian Peng looked at each other in shock, and they also experienced the same mental journey as Zhang Yong.

After Yang Yifei put away the carriage, he waved his hand and a Jeep Wrangler appeared out of thin air. The car was placed in the storage space when Yang Yifei entered the biochemical world, and now it finally came in handy.

Although this ancient official road was just a dirt road, it was spacious enough. The ground was a little bumpy. It was a little difficult for cars to run, but the off-road vehicles were stressful. After all, as long as the terrain was flat enough and there were no obstacles, there was little difference between the off-road vehicles or not.

If the terrain is too complicated, at most it is impossible to drive a tank or even a tank, there is no need to think about it. Just go to the helicopter and the man with an arsenal with him is so willful.

Yang Yifei walked to the co-pilot first and opened the car door, stretched out his hand to Li Mochou and smiled, "Please, please, madam."

Li Mochou smiled, walked over with brisk steps, and sat in the passenger seat. Although she was very surprised, they now had people, so she had to keep the musket mother calm and majestic, and did not show curiosity.

Since this is a new car, there is no film on it yet, because the windshield on the car is all transparent, this made Li Mochou secretly amazed. What a few large transparent glass mirrors, these mirrors alone are already priceless, right?

After closing the car door for Li Mochou, Yang Yifei walked to the back door again, opened the car door, and said to Zhang Yong and others who were silent and curious, "You get in the car too, Zhang Yong, take down your thunder gun! It feels uncomfortable to ride on the car with your back on your back."
Chapter completed!