#1028 War (a More)

Yang Ping sat behind the wide and large desk, stroked his mustache, listened to Jiang Jinfu's report, and nodded thoughtfully: "So, this formation is quite powerful?"

"Yes." Jiang Jinfu said: "I didn't expect this formation to be so powerful! General, since these death row prisoners can be trained like this in just ten days, it will be even more powerful if we train our elites!"

"It's useless." Yang Ping said lazily: "Our Yingyang army is cavalry, not infantry!...It's all right, don't worry about this matter, let's go down!"

"...Yes." Jiang Jinfu withdrew helplessly.

Yang Ping stroked his mustache, thoughtfully.

After a long time, he still shook his head, still unable to send Fengrui battalion up.

This damned Zhao Dahe is simply a shit stick!

Although the Holy Maiden just sent someone to give an order to treat Zhao Dahe as an ordinary person and should be dispatched, but if I really want to listen to her, I would be stupid!

Everyone in the Fengrui Camp completely changed their appearance, they were full of vigor and energy, and they trained even harder without needing Xu Cihang's whip.

They have seen the power of the formation and regard it as a life-saving skill. As long as they practice it well, they can save their lives even on the battlefield.

If you don't practice well, once you make a mistake on the battlefield, not only will your colleagues be hurt, but you will also be harmed. You have to practice well even if you work hard.

Chu Li has been practicing in the tent. In addition to the Ksitigarbha Runner Sutra, there is also the Vientiane Guizong. The battlefield is the best place to practice Vientiane Guizong.

Three days later, the atmosphere in the Yingyang Army barracks suddenly became tense.

The setting sun is like blood.

The entire Yingyang army camp was shrouded in blood.

Chu Li followed Jiang Jinfu to the tent of the Chinese Army. They didn't say a word on the way, and the two now looked at each other with disgust.

When he entered the big tent, there were already ten generals standing in the tent, their faces tensed and full of evil spirits.

Chu Li had known them from Dayuan Jingzhili, and they were all centurions.

"Tomorrow we will attack the Feiyun army." Yang Ping calmly looked at the crowd according to the table.

Everyone immediately discussed in low voices.

"General, shall we take the initiative to attack?" A centurion cupped his fists and said, "Aren't we defending the city?"

"The general has an order to take advantage of their carelessness and give them a hard blow head-on to ease the pressure on defending the city!" Yang Ping said flatly.

"General, shouldn't we deal with the heavy cavalry? Why did we meet the Feiyun army?" Another centurion asked.

Yang Ping said: "The heavy cavalry has its own black bear army to deal with."

"Which cause of the trouble, General?" A centurion frowned and said, "Although our cavalry is powerful, it is comparable to the Feiyun Army..."

He said shaking his head.

Everyone also shook their heads.

They are not the soldiers below, they are not confused by the propaganda, they know that their cavalry cannot compare with Daqiu's cavalry, after all they learn from Daqiu's iron cavalry, and when they meet their ancestors, they feel uncertain.

Yang Ping said flatly: "Look at your prospects, you are timid before fighting!"

"General, the cavalry of the Feiyun Army have grown on horseback since they were young. It is said that they are all well-known archery masters." A centurion shook his head and said, "It's okay to deal with their heavy cavalry and infantry, but to deal with the Feiyun Army... "

Yang Ping said: "Then what do you say? Surrender directly?"

"Of course you can't surrender, you can let the general stagger."

"Oh, you think the general is stupid? Don't know this?"

"Then what's going on?"

"It's about obeying orders. You don't need to know what the general thinks about it!...Even this general doesn't know!" Yang Ping stared at them coldly, making them feel guilty.

The general is moody, the calmer he is, the more intimidating he is, and he may suddenly turn his face and yell at him the next moment. The calmer he is, the tighter the hearts of everyone will be. Standing in front of him will always be in a state of tension in case he makes trouble.

Yang Ping's calm eyes fell on Chu Li: "Zhao Dahe, your Fengrui Battalion is cleaning the battlefield this time!"

Chu Li clasped his fists together: "Yes, General!"

Yang Ping has a curse waiting for him, as long as he doubts, Yang Ping will take the opportunity to vent his grievances.

"General, they are sharp camps, not heavy camps!" a centurion couldn't help but said.

Ever since Zhao Dahe entered the Fengrui Camp, the general has completely protected the Fengrui Camp, making people uncomfortable.

The Fengrui Battalion is in charge of inquiring about news. Although they are guarding the city now and still need information, the Fengrui Battalion is fine and completely rested!

They are very angry, isn't it just a disciple of the Holy Cult of Light, why is the general so afraid, the general keeps saying that disciples of the Holy Cult of Light should not interfere in military affairs, his actions are obviously inconsistent with what he said!

They were dissatisfied with Yang Ping and used Chu Li as an excuse.

Yang Ping said coldly: "It's easy to clean up the battlefield? Carrying the dead body, you have to fight with the opponent. It's not as easy as charging. Shut up!"

The eyes of the ten centurions swept Chu Li back and forth, suspecting that Chu Li had given the general some great benefits to protect him like this.

Jiang Jinfu stood aside and looked at him coldly, but it was a pity that Chu Li did not lose his composure. He not only read jokes, but faced the cold eyes of the centurions calmly as usual, he cursed secretly: He is really a guy with thick skin like a wall!

"Tomorrow, the whole bunch of equipment will be drummed, and we will rush out of the East City Gate and attack while they are eating!" Yang Ping said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" Everyone clasped their fists in response, turned around and strode out of the tent with bowed legs.

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In the early morning, the drums thumped.

Today is a rare good weather, the sun came out early and the sun was shining brightly.

Everyone in the Fengrui Camp rode on horseback, all wearing bright armor, the helmet only exposed their faces, two long knives were carried on their backs, a round shield was hung on the left side of the horse's back, and a longbow was hung on the right. With a cold light.

In addition to these equipment, they each have a pack on their horses.

The drums kept ringing, and they sat upright without moving.

The sitting horses were also wearing Mingguang armor, exposing their eyes, nose, mouth and limbs. They were light cavalry, pursuing speed, so the Mingguang armor was very light and could only withstand arrows from a distance.

The war horses pawed their front hooves restlessly, impatiently, completely different from their owners.

Everyone's body was tense, and they were finally about to go to the battlefield, and they might never come back. When they were about to die, some of them wanted to retreat, some were calm, and some were excited.

Chu Li was at the front, facing the camp gate, suddenly turned his head and glanced at the crowd, and said indifferently: "With the company of everyone, death is not on the road alone. Even if we go to the underworld and have a formation, we can beat the little devil!" , what's so scary!"

"Yes, it's nothing to be afraid of!" Everyone responded in a hurry.

It is human nature to think that there will be someone by your side when you die in battle.

"Boom! Boom! Boom, boom, boom!" Hearing the rhythmic drumming, Fan Yang hurriedly said, "Master Zhao, it's our time!"

"Let's go!" Chu Li shouted in a deep voice.

He urged his mounts to rush out, followed by Xu Cihang and Fan Yang, followed by twenty riders.

The cavalry rumbled out of the Fengrui camp and stepped onto the wide central avenue. The cavalry in front had already rushed out of the gate of the Yingyang army barracks.

They rode their horses out of the camp gate, entered the main street in the city, and quickly rushed out of the open east gate. Then their horses accelerated and galloped eastward along the official road.

Chu Li turned his head and took a look. Some of the people on horseback put down their helmets, and some opened them, revealing excited, pale or flushed faces. He could clearly feel the uneasiness of everyone.

He suddenly spit out a few words, the mantra of Da Ri Tathagata's immovable scriptures.