After hearing the speeches of several subordinates, Liu Liangzuo's confidence rose sharply and eliminated his original concerns. For his own safety, he brought 400 personal soldiers. The head coach's personal soldiers were usually specially selected elite soldiers, holding several times the military pay of ordinary soldiers, far exceeding the food of ordinary soldiers. Except for the head coach's order, no one could control it. For the head coach's safety, he could often sacrifice his life to fight. Liu Liangzuo's 400 personal soldiers were the same. He took these 400 people with him, and even if he encountered tens of times the enemy, he could at least protect him and escape.

Gu Daya is a city guard at the north gate of Yingtian Mansion. Just after the day, the sun became vicious, and few people entering and leaving the city gate were gradually scarce. Some of his companions had already hid in the door hole to enjoy the cool air. Only he, like a few of his unlucky companions, lazily charged one of the few city gate taxes under the sun.

Although the sun was so vicious, Gu Daya was very satisfied with such a life. He was from the north and had served as a soldier under Sun Chuanting. After Sun Chuanting was defeated in the Battle of Persimmon Garden, Gu Daya was unwilling to join the bandits and secretly ran to the south to find an errand to guard the city gate. Although the salary of this errand was meager, he often had some extra income. It was simply happy compared to his experience of being a soldier in the north and often starving even when he was a soldier in the north. Therefore, Gu Daya often rushed to do some hard work that others were unwilling to do, such as standing in the sun to collect taxes in hot weather, which was deeply loved by his colleagues and gained a foothold in this department with local people as the majority.

A stream of smoke rose in front of him, and a companion quickly shouted: "Big teeth, look, what is that?"

Gu Daya squinted his eyes and looked at him, and his face suddenly became solemn: "No, it's the army."

"Army? I haven't heard of a large army coming to the capital these days. Could it be that there are people..." Several gatekeepers suddenly panicked: "Hurry, close the city gate."

A young man in his twenties, with a white face and no beard, wearing blue clothes stretched his hands and blocked several soldiers who were about to run to close the city gate: "No need to close the city gate."

"Who are you? Why don't you let the city gate be closed?" several soldiers asked.

"Idiot, just ask you Shangguan?" The soldiers saw that dozens of people were surrounded by the city gate, one of which was the city gate official at the north gate. At this moment, their leader was nodding and bowing to a middle-aged man. Seeing that his boss did this, Gu Daya and several other gatekeepers wisely retreated to their original position.

"Master Ma, which army is going to enter the city and actually wants to welcome him in person?" The city gate guard asked curiously. Ma was the emperor's guard leader. He couldn't figure out who could let the guard leader go out and greet him in person at the gate of the city.

Ma Bingjie glared at him coldly: "Don't ask more questions if you shouldn't know."

"Yes, the lower-ranking official is reckless."

As the smoke and dust were getting closer, a large army had clearly appeared in front of everyone. What was strange was that only a few people in this army were wearing the formal clothing of the Ming army, and most of them were ordinary clothes from the farmhouses, and the weapons were not complete. Many people had a variety of weapons. If they only looked at their clothes and weapons, it was better to say that this was a refugee than an army.

However, all this was covered by their neat steps. Looking at their dusty appearance, they had already rushed far away, but the team was still intact. Only one footstep could be heard at every step. The neat footsteps hit everyone's hearts. From this point of view, even the most elite soldiers who drove the Ming Dynasty could not compare.

When they arrived at the city gate, the leader raised his hand up. The team that was still moving just now stopped. The whole team was like a long winding snake entrenched on the road. The footsteps immediately disappeared, and the whole team became silent.

Gu Daya couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of spit. It was so evil. He went south and north, saw the government army, the bandits, and the Qing army also saw it, but he had never seen such a neat team. Even if such a team was worn out, how rough the weapons were, just wherever they stood, they could bring people a mountain of pressure.

"Master Ma."

"Mr. Yan."

The leader and Ma Bingjie handed over each other. This team was the men that Yan Yingyuan had just summoned in Jiangyin, and together with his original 600 people, a total of 3,000 people. Although he had the emperor's imperial edict to mobilize the material in the treasury first, Jiangyin was only a county town. The material in the treasury was limited and he could not collect all the armored weapons of 3,000 people, so he could only go first. Anyway, when he arrived in Nanjing, the emperor would definitely not treat his own personal army badly.

"Mr. Yan, the emperor has ordered people to prepare the place where the army is stationed. Let's go to the city first."

"Okay, go to the city." Yan Yingyuan waved his hand, and the team moved again. The first few steps were a little scattered. After several adjustments, thousands of troops seemed to have become a whole again. The army was outdated, and many years of dust on the city tower were instigated by vibration. Until the team completely entered the city, the soldiers guarding the city were still a little dizzy.

On the city tower, an obese middle-aged man also squinted his eyes and looked at the team. Dozens of strong men were distributed left and right with middle-aged people as the core, looking around with vigilant eyes.

"No, not bad." Wang Fu couldn't help but exclaim that Yan Yingyuan was really a genius in training troops.

The team below has a total of 3,000 people, of which 2,400 people will be summoned to the team for no more than ten days, and it will take two days to rush from Jiangyin. In other words, Yan Yingyuan theoretically only has eight days of training to combine a team into this. Although it is just a fancy stand, it has surpassed most of the current troops. I really cannot help but admire it.

Perhaps later college students could catch up with this team after ten days of military training, but don’t forget that most people in this era were illiterate and did not distinguish between left and right. It was more difficult to train such a team than a hundred times. In the 18th century, when the British trained their colonial army, it took three months just to let them distinguish left and right.

More than an hour later, Wang Fu had already met Yan Yingyuan in the hall. There was also a man around Yan Yingyuan who was about fifty years old, with a gray beard and a little bit of a trick on his face. This man was undoubtedly Yan Yingyuan's sworn brother, Gu Sanmazi, who was once a pirate.

Yan Yingyuan pulled Gu Sanmazi and bowed: "I am here to see the emperor, long live my emperor! Long live! Long live!"

"Flat."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"You're Gu Sanmazi?"
Chapter completed!