At the beginning of Yinshi, He Lianfeng woke up.

He had never looked forward to a battle so much.

So that when I wake up, my whole body is full of energy.

Take a shower and have breakfast.

There is a little more noise outside.

"His Majesty."

There were several candles lit in the big tent, and the wind caused by He Lianhong's entry blew the candles and made a popping sound.

The emperor's breakfast was very simple. It always consisted of boiled mutton and a few pieces of cheese. The staple food was pancakes, which was the same as in the Tang Dynasty.

The emperor is still eating.

He Lianhong bowed slightly, "Eagle Guard inquires, generals everywhere, including Lin Ya and others, are trying to boost the morale of their subordinates!"

The emperor continued to eat.

Slowly, as if the sky falling could not stop him from eating breakfast.

…

Huang Chunhui is also having breakfast.

His breakfast is simpler, a pancake and a bowl of mutton soup.

After breakfast, Huang Chunhui stood up and thumped his waist with his backhand.

"Everyone is here?"

The clerk on the side said: "Yes."

Huang Chunhui walked out slowly.

There were people standing outside.

"Are you afraid?" Huang Chunhui asked.

"Not afraid."

"Afraid." Huang Chunhui smiled, "How can we not be afraid of an army of 200,000 people? But we have ways to resist fear." He pointed outside, "What did the Northern Liao army bring? They burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil. If the Northern Xinjiang Army If defeated, the entire northern Xinjiang will become their pasture, and the people of northern Xinjiang will become their slaves."

He walked down slowly, and everyone moved out of the way.

"Who are we?" Huang Chunhui looked at these civil and military officials, "We are the Northern Xinjiang Army. It is the people of Northern Xinjiang who support us, and it is the children of the people of Northern Xinjiang who make up this army. Now, when the enemy attacks, we will be waiting for you. how?"

He reached the end of the passage and turned around.

His eyes are bright.

"war!"

He turned around and slowly walked out of Jiedu Envoy's Mansion.

Martial law has been imposed outside.

There were only groups of patrolling sergeants on the streets.

Huang Chunhui nodded.

The trumpet sounds.

Woohoo!

Troops of sergeants appeared.

Just like Zhuque Street in Chang'an City, there is a spacious avenue between the city gates. The two avenues cross each other and form the main road in the city.

Groups of sergeants passed by Huang Chunhui's eyes.

He tried to stand up straight.

Countless times, he watched his soldiers pass by in front of him.

Many of them never came back.

Every time, he seriously told himself in his heart: He would come back with more brothers.

Countless eyes looked at these soldiers through the cracks in the doors on both sides of the street.

This is their son.

He is also their patron saint.

At this moment, two hundred thousand enemy troops outside the city are preparing to enslave them.

The cavalry arrived, Huang Chunhui waved his hand, "I'm going to take a walk."

He led the civil and military officials and walked slowly through the city.

Everyone was cautious, as if they were worried about breaking this rare pre-war peace.

The faint morning light, like a shy girl, brings heart-warming light.

Huang Chunhui walked all the way to the city gate, mounted his horse, looked into the distance, and asked: "How is the enemy?"

Jiang Cunzhong said: "The enemy's scouts started attacking like crazy half an hour ago, and so did our scouts."

"They lost for a while."

Everyone couldn't help but look at Yang Xuan.

Yelu Delin's failure will undoubtedly cast a shadow on the Northern Liao army.

The army moved forward slowly, and behind them, the city gate slowly closed.

At the top of the city, the flag was flying.

"My lord, enemy scouts are approaching."

Scouts kept coming and going.

Huang Chunhui said: "We are all acquaintances, there is nothing to hide. However, it is rude to be so aggressive, please call back!"

Following this order, the scouts of the Northern Xinjiang Army cheered and rushed into the distance.

"This is the commander-in-chief!" Han Ji praised: "The words are relaxed and comfortable, but they can stimulate the morale of his subordinates."

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As Yang Xuan watched, he found that there were some differences between his and Huang Chunhui's ways of commanding the army, but this was not a bad thing.

Learn from others’ strengths, but don’t copy them.

Otherwise, most of them will be tiger cats.

Several scouts came back covered in blood and said, "My lord, the enemy troops are out in full force. Their numbers are countless."

"It's impossible to count them." Huang Chunhui said calmly: "The army is marching continuously. Unless you can stay in the air, you can only wait for the enemy troops to form a formation before counting them."

This is to relieve the pressure on his subordinates.

Liao Jin asked: "How are the enemy scouts doing?"

"Be brave and not afraid of death, be brave and brave!"

Yang Xuan said: "Ms. sir, the scouts here at Xianguan are quite capable."

Huang Chunhui nodded, and Yang Xuan said: "Second child!"

"Mr. Lang!"

Wang Laoer held his head high and his chest high.

"Get some heads."

"Take orders!"

Wang Laoer set off, but Tu Shang was worried and followed him.

Not long after, a scout returned.

"The enemy scouts are panicking."

"Why?"

"What did they call the crazy devil with the head?" The scout looked at Yang Xuan, "The scouts under Yang Shijun killed..." He tried hard to think of adjectives and suppressed his blush, "It was like discovering a mountain of gold and silver.

So cruel and greedy!"

The second child’s hammer is so damn red-eyed.

No, it’s because I’m crazy about making money!

Huang Chunhui asked: "What kind of crazy monster with a human head..."

"My husband is talking about Wang Lao Er. His hobbies are a little different from others." Yang Xuan racked his brains to explain to Wang Lao Er, "He has liked round things since he was a child, and later he fought with lower officials.

No, it just feels like the head is more rounded."

When Wang Laoer came back with two elders carrying sacks, heads were rolling on the ground.
To be continued...