"Steady, legs clamped. Tight! Yes, that's it, don't be afraid. Well, yes, the children can be taught, that's it......"

Around mid-hour, Li Chunlai and his party had already gone out of the city for ten miles, and with the good moonlight tonight, Li Chunlai pestered Hu Guanshan to learn to ride a horse.

Thanks to his strong comprehension and keen blessings, in a short period of time, Li Chunlai was able to control the war horse quite steadily, and he could barely ride a horse.

This made Hu Guanshan, who was comfortably leaning on the back of another war horse and smoking a dry tobacco pouch, all turn from a blow to a preview.

Not to mention anything else, just the understanding of this little third son, even if he Hu Ye has never seen a few.

Under the bright moonlight.

Nearly 50 people, more than 20 mules, horses and livestock, all dressed in a rather warm and thick procession, facing the night wind that was already slightly cold, slowly marched towards the east.

With the guidance of Liu Heizi, Liu Hui, Ma Wu and other 'head snakes', Li Chunlai had already thought about the camp to camp tonight.

He didn't really go straight to the wolf's den.

It is definitely necessary to distance himself from the main force on Ding's side of Gonggong Ding, but it will not make the mountain wind feel dangerous.

At this speed, it will take more than an hour to reach the col where we will camp tonight, and the lights in the surrounding villages are relatively peaceful, and Li Chunlai will gradually relax.

He no longer thought about the pity and contempt of the crowd when he went out of the city, carefully controlled the war horse, leaned closer to Hu Guanshan, and whispered:

"Master Hu, this, in this army, are the rules really so strict? However, if my Ming Dynasty is so strict with military regulations, how can I not even beat the dogs and tartars of a few people? ”

"How many people's dog tartars?"

The lazy Hu Guanshan suddenly came to his senses, and couldn't help sneering coldly: "Little Sanzi, do you really think that the Tartars are the same as you think, and they are the same way to fight as our Han people?"

Don't be silly!

No matter how strict your military rules are?

The Tartars were all herds of war horses, and before the horses arrived, a few rounds of arrow rain had already fallen.

And the Tartar is as cunning as a fox, not only good at sneak attacks, but also good at ambushes, just like we are walking now, the cold arrow suddenly came, and in the blink of an eye, the Eight Banners Elite Rider came over, what do you say? ”

"This ......"

When Li Chunlai boarded, he was stunned by Hu Guanshan.

In his subconscious, he always thought that the Jurchen Tartars had all established the country, and it must be a dignified battle between the two armies, but what Hu Guanshan said......

It doesn't seem to be like that.

With Li Chunlai's judgment, he understands that what this old soldier said is right.

Tartars are not stupid, and there are so few people, how can they come step by step?

If that's the case, how can the battle be fought?

The cavalry of the Ming army is better, at least protected by war horses, and there is still room for choice, but the infantry, it is really like a leek......

Notice.

On the Liaodi side, not only is the terrain extremely flat, there are few mountains, which is extremely convenient for war horses to gallop, but also the war horses, armor, and weapons of the Tartars are often much stronger than the Ming army.

"Master Hu, then, what do you mean is that you can run away when you are fighting, and you can't run away when you are not fighting?"

Li Chunlai thought about it and asked again.

"Huh."

Hu Guanshan couldn't help but be amused, "Little third son, little third son, your brain is indeed more penetrating than ordinary people." As soon as they said that they would go to Liaodi to participate in the war, those fools all thought about how to run and how not to go to war, but only you hit the core with a word. ”

He took a hard puff of his dry tobacco pouch, looked up at the distant night sky, and let out a long puff of thick fog:

"Little third son, old man, I know that you are not ambitious, and this small temple in Yiyuan is afraid that it will not be able to accommodate you. It's a good thing that you want to go to Liaodong. Now in this world, if you don't go to Liaodong, how can you be a real man? How can I gain a foothold in my Ming army? But first you have to figure out the rules......"

This old soldier is mentioned today with interest, perhaps he has not recalled his peak and his eventful years for a long time, and he is very passionate about Li Chunlai.

Ordinary people, if they want to be deserters on the battlefield of Liaodong at this time, it is basically difficult to achieve.

Once missed, ordinary big-headed soldiers without the support of the foundation will be sentenced to death.

Other words.

The generals are all guarded by the elite cavalry, but the ones in front are the big soldiers, and most of them are infantry, so you can't run at all under normal conditions.

Even if it's a real war, the Tartars have already killed and scattered the team, and if the generals behind don't run, you still can't run.

It's just like when Hong Bin encountered a big insect and abandoned the hounds and ran away.

Those family members may not be able to fight Tartars, but when it comes to slaughtering deserters, they are all good hands, and they will never be soft-hearted.

This also means that once ordinary people go to that land, they can only 'live and die, and wealth is in the sky'.

Therefore, many Ming soldiers can't stand this cruelty, and would rather vote for tartars and be slaves, and will choose to live instead of dying on the battlefield like cannon fodder and becoming unknown dry bones.

Li Chunlai listened to Hu Guanshan's words, and his mood gradually became heavy.

Although he was only catching fast at this time, he was not an army sequence, so he definitely didn't have to go to the Liaodong battlefield to participate in the war.

Can.

Li Chunlai understands that in the next ten or twenty years, it is these menacing dogs and Tartars who will overthrow the brilliant Ming Dynasty in one fell swoop, thus making the entire Han nation enter the darkest era.

As a result, for many years in the future, it will not be able to completely recover.

Li Chunlai clearly remembered that that soul had read an argument that was extremely profound.

These Jurchen Tartars, the strongest, is not actually their combat power, but their grasp of people's hearts, and the kind of destruction and play with the spirit of the Han people.

It was really like peeling the skin and cramping, draining the spirit of the Han nation alive!

As long as it is something that can shake their rule in the slightest, no matter what you are, whether it is progressive or can promote productivity, it is forbidden and forbidden again!

Not only the people at the bottom, but also those Han elites, are imperceptibly caught in the strange circle of 'involution'.

Countless people will only stare at the one-third of an acre of land in front of them, and have no intention of going out and seeing the new world.

After a while, Li Chunlai came to his senses.

In such a state, he definitely couldn't be low, so he was busy diverting the topic and chatting with Hu Guanshan about Fengyue.

This made everyone who were listening to the two chat, and the gloomy dullness quickly dissipated, and the laughter gradually rang out.

Li Chunlai was bragging and farting, enlivening the atmosphere, and at the same time observing the terrain more carefully.

The terrain in the eastern part of Yiyuan is still mainly flat.

There are also mountains.

But it's not too much and it's not dense, and the size of the mountain is small.

The largest mountain range near the east is the line from the wolf's nest to the Motianling.

It's no wonder that the Ding Gong Guild has taken the mountain wind to open the knife.

No matter how you calculate it, the cost is the smallest and the best to see the benefits.

Otherwise, the horse whistle is in the mountains of stepmother mountain, and the one-eyed tiger is far away, and it is not suitable to get into the deep mountains and old forests on the other side of Linqu.

Li Chunlai was also a little fortunate at this time, now he is going east, not directly into the mountain.

At this time, they are really just a rabble......

Even if Li Chunlai's power is pressed, there are also Hong Bin, Shanzi, Xiao Jinzi, including Chen Liuzi, Liu Heizi and other skeletons, but they are still too thin.

At this time, there were no bandits at all, everyone was trembling, and if the mountain wind really sent people to sneak attack......

If you think about Li Chunlai with your ass, you can know the consequences.

However, Li Chunlai quickly became enthusiastic again.

Just like the famous Taoist theory: "Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things." ”

It is as strong as Emperor Qin and Han Wu, Tang Dynasty and Song Zu, including Genghis Khan, and also the lord of Houjin and the old slave Nurhachi.

Who hasn't come one step at a time?

While examining the surrounding terrain and observing the surrounding environment, Li Chunlai also asked Hu Guanshan from time to time for some things about marching and fighting.

Others don't take Hu Guanshan seriously, they think he's just an old fool, and they stink when they get close to him.

Li Chunlai is different.

Although this old soldier is not very good-tempered, and many times, he does not speak well, but his one-handed archery skills are not covered.

In particular, the kind of arrogance around him that is a little sour and rotten also proves that he is a person with real skills.

This is already the best teacher Li Chunlai can find at this time.

With the exchange with Hu Guanshan and the practical connection, Li Chunlai's understanding of the march and war became deeper and deeper, especially in many details.

It also made him determined.

Looking back, even if it costs one hundred and two hundred taels of silver, you have to get a copy of the "New Book of Discipline and Effectiveness", including "The Art of War", and study it carefully.

But at this time, Li Chunlai also had a spectrum in his heart.

Let's fight this thing.

You can't just count on how much of a win you can win and aim too high, but it should be like a boxing match, where you have to think about defending while punching.

You can't just throw a punch out and finish your life, but before you punch, you have to prepare yourself for a back road.

Only by surviving in this unnamed chaos will there be a chance to make a contribution.

Otherwise.

The battle has just been fought, and the people are gone, so do you still have a yarn?

……

Trembling and cowering all the way, like a group of iron Hanhan, when the time was approaching, Li Chunlai and his party finally arrived in the col where they were camped today.

Five or six miles away from here is Liu Heizi's hometown Liujiazhuang.

It is thirty miles away from the old nest wolf's nest ditch that is over the mountain wind, and it is just in the middle of the county seat, just right.

There was a small stream flowing through the ravine, and the grass was very dense, and there was no sign of human beings.

Li Chunlai carefully probed and was very satisfied.

The team was led by Hong Bin, and some of them began to camp in a messy manner, while Li Chunlai recruited Liu Heizi, Liu Hui, Ma Wu and other locals to accompany Hu Guanshan to discuss tomorrow's plan.

But Liu Heizi, Liu Hui, including Ma Wu, are not in very good shape at this time.

Liu Heizi saw that Li Chunlai frowned a little, obviously dissatisfied, and hurriedly explained: "Third master, third master, no, it's not that the brothers don't want to serve the third master, yes, it's the Feng Ye's side......"

Liu Heizi was entangled for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "Third master, what do you do to the brothers, how can my old Liu not know?" It's just that, after all, we are all dragging our families, and there are some neighbors near us, who are all following Feng Ye's side to eat......"

"Heh, what's the matter with that stuff?! Little black, don't forget, you are a soldier, he is a thief! Do you think that your food fell from the sky, and you can only eat and not work?! ”

Liu Heizi's sophistry made Hu Guanshan unhappy, and he who blew his beard and stared at him was scolded.

"This ......"

Liu Heizi already knew Hu Guanshan's methods at this time, and wanted to resist, but he didn't dare, and he was embarrassed on the spot.

Liu Hui and Ma Wu also look similar.

They also have relatives and friends who follow the mountain wind to eat together.

If you really go to the battlefield, you will be the most familiar relatives and friends on the other side, can this be a killer?

How could it be?

Li Chunlai had anticipated this a long time ago, and he had some preparations, but when it really broke out at this time, he couldn't help but be a little big.

Liu Heizi's scruples are exactly the biggest reliance of the bandits in the mountains.

It's a bit similar to the Black Society of the island country in the future, all kinds of things, the entanglement is really too deep, even the official can only be legalized.

Of course.

These routines of the island country were also learned from the Han people, but later they became deformed.

If you really want to play this set, the Han people are their ancestors.

Just as he was about to calm down the emotions of Liu Heizi and the others, Hong Bin suddenly walked over quickly with a sweaty face and an ugly face.

He hesitated, didn't say it in public, and walked forward quickly, whispering a few words in Li Chunlai's ear.

"What?!"

"This isn't fucking nonsense!"

As soon as Li Chunlai finished listening, he was already forced to suppress his patience, but he couldn't hold it back, and he was about to jump up like a fuss, his eyes were full of killing intent.