The super talent of pirates

Fang La wants to proclaim himself emperor...

Has the ambition expanded to almost no limit...

Bai Ning looked at the night sky after the rain, dazed, and didn't know how to think about this problem from Fang La's position. He knew that in the novels of his previous life...in history, Fang La was such a person, but when he thought of himself In order to truly face these figures who once played an active role in history, I finally had to do a lot of homework.

He is a very skilled martial artist, a day laborer, the leader of the Ming Cult, and has more than 200,000 men under his command. This is all Bai Ning's current impression of Fang La in this time and space, but...he still walks on the same old path after all.

"Perhaps their ambitions are limited to this."

At this time, the dilapidated village was under the control of Jin Yiwei and Fanzi. In order not to expose the possibility of their whereabouts, all the lights had been extinguished early. In the dark night, only Bai Ning's silver hair was quite eye-catching. Cao Shaoqing came out of the house and handed a cloak to Xiao Chenzi, asking him to put it on the person standing in the wind.

The white dragon sword scabbard stood at Cao Shaoqing's feet. He looked at this scene with confusion and couldn't help but ask: "Master Governor, are you so sure that Fang La will proclaim himself emperor in the near future? If he proclaims himself emperor at this juncture, he will force the court to kill him first. He was so quick, our family thought he was the hero of the party, but he was so short-sighted."

Bai Ning looked at the night for a moment, and then he frowned and thought: "I'm afraid he can't control it anymore. His group of people were originally Jianghu people and had nothing. They followed him in rebellion and conquered so many places. So, then With so much land and so much money, after the city of Hangzhou was destroyed, there was still more there, which was enough to stop their ambitions, because aren't these things what these people dream of? What's left can be What inspired their ambitions, Shaoqing, please tell me."

"I want to be granted the title of Marquis and I'm looking for a title." Cao Shaoqing's voice was cold and his answer was crisp and clear.

Bai Ning turned around, and his whole figure seemed to have blended into the darkness, "So even if Fang La doesn't want to sit in this position, the people below will support him and sit down on the throne. People like Bao Daoyi, Lou Minzhong, and Zu Shiyuan are at best He is just a talented person from one state, and he still wants to be the founding hero, which is simply a joke."

"They are trying to make Tong Guan red-eyed..."

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Late at night, the military camps stretched for miles, with red campfires swaying in the night wind. The faces, armor, and weapons in front of the fire were reflected red, and the sounds of voices coming and going from far and near, and the sound of weapons clashing with the shaking pace of patrols, rose and fell.

Go back along the camp, in the middle, inside the handsome tent.

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The tall and burly body sat in front of the handsome case, carefully reading the information conveyed on the note. Then, he smashed the wooden bowl on the table to the ground, bounced a few meters away and rolled out of the tent door.

"Fang La......"

Tong Guan stood up with gritted teeth, his thick beard trembling, and called out in a low voice, "Call Wang Chen to come see me." After exhaling a breath later, he felt his head was buzzing, and he picked up the tea on the table. , put it to his mouth, his eyes glanced at the content on the paper again, and his heart was filled with panic.

"...How dare you claim to be emperor...Do you really think that our family doesn't dare to kill you?"

At this time, the commander's tent was opened, and the firelight from outside was reflected in. The visitor strode in, and immediately clasped his fists and said, "The last general, Wang, has seen the Privy Council envoy."

The general in the tent was about forty years old, with long beards and cold eyes.

Tong Guan handed him a command arrow and said solemnly: "On the fourth watch, you will lead your troops to Jiaxing immediately to stop Fang Qifu and defeat the Mingjiao first."

"I will definitely not disappoint the Privy Council."

The general named Wang Zhen, holding his command arrow, looked generous under the light of death.

.........

The sky is bright.

The camp gate was wide open, and the cavalry and infantry lined up in a long queue and walked slowly. From a distance, they began to accelerate and headed towards Jiaxing.

Target: Ming Jiao Fang Qi Buddha.

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Xinghe five years. May seventeenth.

It had just rained not long ago in Hangzhou, and there was still water on the streets. A courtyard in the west of the city was brightly lit, with a series of red lanterns creating a festive atmosphere. Carriages were dropping off passengers in front of the mansion. Say hello to familiar and unfamiliar people.

After talking, a group of people walked towards the gate of the mansion.

This house was originally owned by a prominent gentleman in Hangzhou. After the city was destroyed, it inexplicably became the residence of Lou Minzhong. There are not many people coming and going today, but almost all of them are the most important people in the city, or A person who can speak.

"...Mr. Lou hosted a banquet for us today...probably to discuss matters regarding the leader..."

"At that time, Mr. Lou will definitely pay homage to the Prime Minister. Now we might as well congratulate him in advance."

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During the banquet, the invited people who sat at several tables poured wine to Lou Minzhong one after another. After drinking for three rounds, everyone put down their glasses and looked at the old man standing at the head of the hall with burning eyes.

He opened his mouth to discuss issues that everyone was concerned about, because it involved the distribution of all interests. In this way, no one in the hall interrupted, quietly listening to the old man's excited speech about his past teachings and future plans. …………

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A few days later, everything was going on in full swing.

The man who once worked as a day laborer and later became the leader of the dominant Ming Cult will sit on the throne of the Ninth Five-Year Plan on this day. Everyone who got the news rushed to Hangzhou, a city full of ‘opportunities’.

On this day, the secret passage door in the old house on Jinyuan Lane opened, and there were crowds of people.

On this day, the temporary palace was decorated with lanterns and colors, and heroes from all walks of life came to watch the ceremony.

On this day, outside the city, Bai Ning looked at the sky and decided to move.

ps: The number of words may be a bit short today, and I am not in the right state. I will revise it when I have the opportunity tomorrow. And let me tell you something, I have to make changes to the summoned characters. For example, Cao Shaoqin is changed to the homophone of Cao Shaoqing. After all, Mr. Jin has used his ultimate move, otherwise it will be 404.