Zhang Han rode a horse at the intersection of the north and south official roads, watching the two regiments of new soldiers leave.

After the last big training, the soldiers in front of him had completely completed the subjects of recruit training, and the remaining training will be carried out on the grassland. Zhang Han felt that the spirit and aura of the new army had been successfully transformed. They were strong and powerful, with high morale, with a strong army and a belief in winning every battle. The mold of an elite army has come out, and the rest is to slowly train on the grassland and gain battlefield experience in actual combat.

The front and rear of the infantry of the two regiments are convoys, which are transport convoys of the two regiments of infantry. Each regiment has a transport brigade, and each regiment has more than 200 large trucks. These large trucks have been reinforced and modified. The wooden boards of the carriage are inlaid with iron and cardboards in the body. They can be formed into a car camp at any time. With the training and equipment of the transportation brigade alone, they can form a car array at any time. Cooperate with the infantry or other personnel of the baggage or the baggage, even on the vast grassland, it can form a solid array at any time, so that the enemy can't take advantage of it.

"There is news from the five tribes of Neikalka, and we are going to fight." Sun Jingting said beside Zhang Han: "We must hurry up here. It seems that the turbulent moments are surging, and there is really no time to calm down."

"Wenlan, who do you think can win the Fried Flowers or Daishan?" Li Shenming said curiously.

Zhang Han smiled and said, "Brother Zunlu, who thinks can win?"

Li Shenming said: "If you want to talk about the five coalition forces, Lin Danhan may intervene in. The other Mongolian tribes cannot follow the Jurchens to fight for flowers. The troops on both sides are less than 10,000 on one side, and only a few thousand elite soldiers. On the other side, they can create more than 100,000 people... However, I still think Daishan and Amin have a bigger chance of winning."

Sun Jingting also said at this time: "The Eight Banners have a big chance of winning. This also brings us problems. If the frying flowers cannot withstand, the next step may be Lin Danhan. As Wen Lan analyzed earlier, once the left-wing Mongolian could not withstand, the next step of the Jurchens will reach the north of Jizhen. Not only will there be a serious threat to the north of the Ming Dynasty, but it will also bring great problems to our business roads. The bigger problem is that if we are still fighting here, the Jurchens will be complicated when they come."

"That's right." Zhang Han said seriously: "So this year we must get Qingcheng and subdue the Tumote and the Mobei tribes. Next year to the next year, it may be the last stable time, so we must firmly grasp it."

"So," Sun Jingting said: "You are going north again soon?"

"Well, send Zhou Yao first." Zhang Han looked behind him, Omubuhong in Mongolian robe was not far away. He smiled slightly and said, "This little fat man should go back early, ask Zhou Yao to take him."

"This guy Zhou Daniu?" Sun Jingting frowned and said, "Is this not good?"

"Xiaozheng, don't be too kind." Li Shenming had already understood Zhang Han's plan at this moment. He said, "Ci is not in charge of soldiers. In the position of Wenlan, there are still some things that need to be ruthless. If this little Taiji doesn't know something, and does not understand the sorrow of death, how can he understand the joy of life? He has suffered some sins, but after all, he has not penetrated into his bones."

It is indeed as Li Shenming said, Omubuhong has suffered some harsh treatment and suffered a lot, but it is just some mental and mental labor and suppression. This little Taiji has never experienced the real test of life and death. He has also learned a lot of things during the past few days with Zhang Han, but if he wants to truly master the eldest son of Bu Shitu Khan, the current ones he has done may not be enough. Not to mention anything else, during this period, Omubuhong's appetite has obviously improved. Perhaps because the food in Lizhuang is too good, the boy is in a relaxed mood, and he has gained weight for several times. He was originally a short man with a gang-legged legs, but at least he still looks like a young man. Now he has a big round face and a fat figure, and he is already a standard Mongolian shepherd.

Sun Jingting said: "I understand all these, but once Zhou Yao comes out, I'm afraid there will be another bloody storm on the grassland..."

"Those accounts are not just counted by him..." Zhang Han bit his lip and said, "Actually, I am the person in charge, but for the sake of reputation, I have to put these things on him. Zhou Yao also understands these things, I hope you guys understand them too. Zhou Yao, he actually has no choice."

After saying this, Li Shenming and Sun Jingting both looked down. Everyone understood some things, but in fact they didn’t want to understand them. Some things were dirty, but someone had to do them!

Sun Jingting murmured: "I don't know what's going on in Taiwan? The Khalkha is going to fight. I don't know how long it will last for the food from Thirteen Mountains. When will I break through the defense line? Besides, Mo Zongtong, Zhang Xuwen, Zheng Zhilong, He Bin and others... It's really a lot of trouble. Originally, the third year of the Apocalypse may have been a relatively quiet year. It's just to train some recruits and make preparations. I didn't expect the situation to develop to such a level. It's really a mess..."

"No matter how messy it is," Zhang Han smiled and raised his right hand, and then slashed it hard... He said: "Practice the soldiers well, this is to do a good job of internal strength. As long as our swords are fast, no matter how messy the method is, just one knife is used to slash it."

The two of them were rare people who could roll their eyes in front of Zhang Han. After hearing Zhang Han's words, they rolled their eyes at the same time. Li Shenming even said: "It would be so simple!"

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"What the hell is the weather here..."

He Bin was wearing a heavy fur sweater, and was wrapped around him almost the same as a bear, so he couldn't help but shivering from the cold.

It was already March, but Tomsk, a small Russian town, still felt cold. What made He Fu feel even more broken is that it snowed again today. Although the snow was not heavy, the whole city was soon covered by a white snow. After half a day, there was no other color.

Zheng Zhilong couldn't stand it, but he was not as exaggerated as He Bin. He was wearing fox fur clothes, a hat with bear skin, and a copper hand stove in his arms, and his body was trembling with cold... Zheng Zhilong smiled and said, "He Bin, are you twenty years old this year? You are not in good health at a young age. The weather is warmer. Let's get up early with us to practice martial arts and fight for your health."

When Zheng Zhilong said this before, He Bin must have shook his head, but this time he said seriously: "It must!"

People who were watching casually laughed... The people in the mission were originally clearly distinguished. Datong and Fujian were different from the seamen. The Russians on both sides lived in the city for a long time, and they had seen many Russians fighting and causing trouble. They waved their fists when they disagree. The relationship was much more harmonious than before, and the feeling of a small group became much weaker.

Two months ago, everyone, Petrilin and others went out of the city to drive away the Tatars who were beating the deer. In the snow and ice, the Russians set fire to the villages of these herders, killed men, looted women, and drove the elderly and children into the wilderness where the cold air whistled.

Although he did not kill people directly, those people were almost dead... After seeing these things, He Bin had a full understanding of violence. He was originally a clever person. He originally thought that with his own eyesight, knowledge and mind, he could survive anywhere. As a result, in Tomsk, He Bin understood what a fist was the truth!

Only when a musket is inserted into your waist will others smile at you... The Russians have this kind of virtue. During this period, although the regiment was trapped in the city and did not completely open up the situation, under the literary attack of Mo Zongtong, Zhang Xuwen and others, the regiment has already made friends with a lot of nobles and wealthy businessmen in the city. In addition, Zheng Zhilong and others and the people in the guards, they fought with the Russians every now and then, but they actually won more than they lost. Only then did the bears in the city realize that these not-tall Chinese people are not easy to mess with, at least not as weak as they imagined.

As the battles were more and more Russians knew, the group's activities in the city were reduced a lot. They could even go out to the city with Petrilin and others to move their muscles. However, after seeing the cruel scene, the people in the group were no longer willing to go out to the city with these human-shaped beasts. Only then did people realize that these big bear-like beasts could cross the mountains, go deep into the Far East, and build one colonial site after another, build colonial cities, and open up multiple roads to transport countless supplies from Asia to Europe for trade, offset the debts owed by their countries... All of this was built on the burly bones and blood!

Petrien just returned to Tomsk. He seemed to have gone to Moscow to meet the Tsar. He probably reported on the agreement with Zhang Han, but after he came back, he did not communicate with the mission as soon as possible. It seemed that the effect was not good, but looking at his mysterious appearance, it seemed that the result was not very bad.

The mission did not become impetuous because of this. When they left Lizhuang and went to Tomsk, Zhang Han reminded them that the mission might not be smooth sailing and may encounter various accidents. Lizhuang's achievements, regardless of time and effectiveness, will be heavily recorded on their credit book.

Zheng Zhilong, He Bin and others wanted nothing more than to serve He Yusheng. They had seen He Yusheng's potential and were willing to invest in it. For them, whether in Tomsk, Manila, or Jakarta, as long as He Yusheng recognized their efforts and could integrate into this system, it would be unrelated to where to serve or how long it took.

What is worthy of the joy of Zheng Zhilong brothers, He Bin and others is that they have been here for a long time. Whether it is Mo Zongtong, the senior executive in the Yusheng system, or Zhang Xuwen, a former guard officer with a special relationship with Zhang Han, they have accepted and began to trust them. This result is crucial to these southerners from Fujian.

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