Zhao Jin was sweating in the camp - as a general, Zhao Jin's status was not low. Ying Yi had only six lieutenants and twenty-four generals under his command. Including the personal guard department, there were only twenty-five. He was one of these thirty-one people.

Zhao Jin had never read a book. Although he had been studying since he joined the army, his achievements were average. He was just a rough man. He had the current status and commanded an elite soldier, invincible and invincible, because he dared to fight and kill, and commanded decisively in the war.

He knew his roots very well, that is, rash - here is not a derogatory word, but a positive word. The so-called rash can be regarded as a fierce and decisive meaning. To be fierce, one must have corresponding abilities. Whether it is himself or his brothers under his command.

Zhao Jin was very serious about training troops. As long as he had time, he would never give up until his brothers were trained. And he never left behind. He ate and lived with his brothers, practiced together without any discount.

It was the time of war, and he was left to guard the capital. Although he had defeated the Ming court twice, he was unable to relax. He camped outside the capital gate, divided his soldiers into two, and took turns to practice the next day. He did not relax his defense and trained his troops.

The brothers under his command practiced once the next day, and were not responsible for defense and alertness. However, he himself practiced every day, either practiced martial arts scriptures himself, or practiced military formations with his soldiers.

The first volume of the Martial Classic was popularized in the army, but it was also divided into levels. The entire content of the first volume of the awarded volume above the generals was reduced in sequence, and to the level of ordinary soldiers, it was only one-third.

But only one third is more than enough for the soldiers. Along the way, the defenders killed by the army, countless bandits along the way, and after each battle, they received feedback from the humanitarian list in time. Until now, every soldier is strong enough.

However, the strength of the body is only the foundation, and to use this strength, skills are still needed.

The martial arts classics are skills.

By practicing martial arts scriptures, soldiers quickly digested the violent power brought by the feedback from the true spirit and converted it into killing skills, making the army quickly become stronger during the process of siege.

The loess was rolling on the school ground, and the top 1,500 soldiers shouted violently, and were practicing the military formation. Zhao Jin was practicing martial arts scriptures aside, whimpering a long spear made of gold and yuan alloy. His sweat-covered bronze body was shrouded in dense gun shadows, forming a silver-gray ball that was as far away as one meter. The loess dust was blocked from the ball, like a huge yellow shell, which slowly flowed with the trembling and trembling of the gun shadow.

At this moment, a soldier trotted over, stood firm and beat his chest: "Sir, General!"

In an instant, the loess collapsed and bursts of smoke and dust were rolled up. Zhao Jin walked out with a spear, and his body covered in sweat suddenly got stained with loess, like a clay man.

Zhao Jinhun didn't care, so he grabbed a scarf next to him and wiped it around, and asked, "What's the matter?"

The soldier said, "Someone asked to see the general, saying that it was someone from the city."

"People come from the city?"

Zhao Jin was stunned, and his thoughts changed, and he couldn't help but laugh: "People come from the city, tsk tsk... go and ask someone to wait, and then I will go to see him after I clean up."

"Here!"

In the big tent, a middle-aged scholar was sitting restless. Several soldiers around him stared at him, his eyes were like tigers and wolfs, which made him frightened.

After a while, the scribe couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Dare you ask when you can meet the Youth?"

The soldiers had no expression on their faces and refused to respond.

The scribe smiled awkwardly and kept silent. He felt that these soldiers, like tigers and wolves, were like steel, without any human touch.

When the sweat of the scribes and others was flowing out, footsteps came from outside the tent. As the door opened, a burly general wearing armor stepped in.

The scribe quickly stood up and said, "Liar Zhou Yuanyi, pay homage to the general."

Zhao Jin waved his hand carelessly, sat down directly, and said, "Who are you? What's your purpose for coming to see me?"

The scribe was stunned and felt that the person in front of him was really vulgar, but he could do nothing and said, "The villain was ordered to ask for the general, and there are some things to be discussed."

Zhao Jin said: "What's the matter? Which order was he who was given? Emperor Chongzhen?"

The literati said embarrassedly: "It is the order of Zhou Yanru, the chief assistant of the cabinet."

Zhao Jin laughed: "Emperor Chongzhen is useless."

He ignored the scribe's red face and said, "Tell me, what's wrong with your cabinet chief. Don't talk nonsense, and don't hide it. This general is just a mere general and can't make any decisions."

The scholar smiled awkwardly and said, "Master Zhou asked the villain to ask Lord Ying for his own good."

Then he said, "The general is stationed at the city, but he doesn't know what he wants to do? This is what Lord Zhou asked."

"What do you mean?" Zhao Jin laughed loudly: "I am garrisoning the city, what do you mean?"

The scribe's face was pale and said, "With the general's military force, it is not difficult to attack the city. But why... Lord Zhou could not guess the intention of Lord Ying. If you want to ask the general to send a message on your behalf, you may make some mistakes."

The scholar really couldn't fight Zhao Jin's maneuver, so he had to say so.

He presented a letter and was sent out by Zhao Jin: "You go back and tell you the assistant, and I will hand it over the letter truthfully."

With the letter in hand, Zhao Jin did not dare to read it, so he immediately called soldiers and sent someone to send the letter eastward.

...

The vast sound of the horns of the cow horns resounded throughout the morning, and the Tartar camp inside Qingshan Pass came alive as the sun rose.

Build the pot to make rice, feed the horses, and follow the steps. The Tartars did everything according to their past habits.

The Chiyou flag flying on the city on the inner side of Qingshan Pass was finally discovered. Several riders came on horseback and not far from the city gate, they finally saw Ying Yi and Ying Yi sitting cross-legged under Chiyou's banner.

The horse's hooves were thrust, and the sound of the bowstrings was stirring. The heavy arrows slashed through the air, making a hissing sound, and the murderous intent came straight for Ying Yi.

Ying Yi remained motionless. A personal guard had already stepped forward. The two-foot short sword shook away, and the wheel was like the bright moon. He cut off all the heavy arrows and fell to the city gate.

"Kill."

Ying Yi waved his hand.

The city of Guancheng was not an obstacle. Ten personal soldiers jumped down together and ran like fast horses, causing all the heavy arrows of the Tatar soldiers who were near the front to fail. The Tartar soldiers were fierce and violent, so why were they afraid? Instead, seeing Ying Yi's personal soldiers were well-armed, they became greedy and abandoned their bows and rode their horses to rush over.

Although the Tartar soldiers were much stronger than the Ming army, they were actually not as good as Ying Yi Fayan. It is not necessarily true that the Tartars' army was rigorous, at least in terms of equipment, it was extremely confusing.

These Tartar cavalry wearing white armor, either used scimitars, hammers, or maces, were all in one go. They seemed brave, but in fact they were not in a system.
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