Ren Xiaonian stood in front of the 1,000 soldiers of the 6th Battalion of the 3rd Brigade, took out a red scarf from his arms and tied it around his neck. With his movements, the 1,000 soldiers of the first battalion also took out red scarves and tied them around their necks.

With a crisp choking sound, Ren Xiaonian pulled out the horizontal knife on his waist, raised it high, and shouted: "For eternity!" ”

"Open the peace!" A thousand warriors in red scarves chanted in unison.

Ren Xiaonian turned around and strode towards the pontoon bridge over the river in the distance, and a thousand soldiers with wooden planks trotted to follow.

In the rear, Cheng Xu watched with some mixed feelings as Ren Xiaonian led the soldiers of the sixth battalion to leave.

He was originally an officer of the Shence Army, and later fought on the banks of the Yishui River, and his subordinates were basically killed in battle, and now the soldiers under his command were all formed later, and they were most seriously infiltrated by the Yixing Society. He commanded two brigades and six battalions, except for the first battalion led by himself, the remaining five battalions were basically under the control of members of the Yixing Society. Like the 6th Battalion, which was formed at the end, all of them were members or alternate members of the Yixing Society, or what they called activists.

Under his command, almost everyone longed to be able to wear that red scarf in public. Even in their own first battalion, there are not a few such people. Cheng Xu knows very well that all the backbone officers of the first battalion, although they are still old men brought out of Chang'an, but these people are now settled here and established a business, and they are extremely supportive of the current imperial court, specifically the imperial court under the control of Li Ze. Because here, they got what they didn't get when they were in Chang'an. More importantly, Li Ze's treatment of their comrades-in-arms who died in battle made them even more grateful.

Even if they die in battle, their families and descendants will be properly cared for and will live a better life. For a professional fighter, this is undoubtedly the greatest comfort for them.

On the surface, there are no Yixing members in the first battalion, but Cheng Xu knows very well that secretly, there must be some, and there are quite a few. He could even guess that some of them might be true, but everyone just knew it. They are all old brothers for many years, and they have all experienced life and death side by side in the ghost gate, and now, although there are differences in concepts, they are far from the extent of tearing their faces.

Decent coexistence is maintained.

Cheng Xu was worried that the large-scale existence of the Yixing Society would affect his military command and make him a puppet, but in the two years of getting along, he was surprised to find that the Yixing Society never interfered with the command above the military. Regardless of whether this officer is a member of the Yixing Society or not, he will never give the slightest discount to his orders.

Of course, Cheng Xu also knew very well that if his orders were unfavorable to the court or Li Ze, he would become a real puppet. The Society has a top-down information channel, and they know exactly what they are going to do and what they are going to achieve.

When you are in a combat meeting, more than half of the high-ranking officers around you are cadres of the Yixing Society, in fact, it is impossible for you to do anything against them.

The Yixing Society did not interfere with military command, but it played a huge role in other aspects, and they truly united the whole team as a whole. The more members of the Yixing Society, the stronger the combat effectiveness, which is not a secret in Zuo Xiaowei.

So there is a strange phenomenon among Zuo Xiaowei, Xun is the strongest and most capable troops, not Qin Zhao's pro-army, the first is Li Hao's troops, but half of Li Hao's command is the navy, so in the army, the really strongest are Cheng Xu's two brigades.

Qin Zhao's pro-army is the weakest link.

Sometimes Cheng Xu is scared. In his philosophy, soldiers are minions, eagle dogs, and blades, and soldiers don't need to have thoughts, but the army with Yixing members obviously has its own thoughts and souls.

He didn't know what Li Ze thought. Because this matter was promoted by Li Ze.

Everyone in Yixing Club is literate, even if they are not literate, they will be squeezed by the neck of other members to learn, they memorize the booklet backwards, and truly put the meaning contained in it into practice.

During the training, Cheng Xu's three brigades always suffered casualties, and far more than the allowable number, because his subordinates really treated the training as actual combat.

Cheng Xu was thinking a lot at the moment, but Ren Xiaonian, who was running on the pontoon, didn't think about anything, he was carrying a large bundle of planks on his back, unlike other soldiers who also carried shields, Ren Xiaonian had nothing but a horizontal knife and a crossbow. As a general, his armor is specially made for generals, which can effectively defend against the damage of bows and arrows, and of course, if you are killed by something like a trebuchet or a crossbow, you are an iron man, and you can also gouge through and smash you.

Li Hao's sailors were also building a second pontoon bridge not far from them, and when they saw these soldiers running past, these sailors did not stop in their hands, but they were shouting loudly in their mouths!

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

The running soldiers responded loudly.

The shouts reached the shore, and Cheng Xu's other five battalions also shouted in turn.

Then, the sound of shouts came from the farther Qin Zhaozhong military headquarters, and along with these shouts, countless war drums were beaten, and on both sides of the Yellow River, the sound of drums and trumpets resounded throughout the world.

Ren Xiaonian jumped off the pontoon, ran a few steps forward on the beach, with a bang, his feet were soft, and his whole calf sank, bent over, and the plank on his back was shaken off by him and laid on the mudflat.

But the path opened up by these planks and branches was not for Ren Xiaonian to use. In fact, their 1,000 men had carved out only a narrow road in the tidal flats, which was more than a mile wide, and if they had attacked along this narrow road, the enemy would have easily used their crossbows, and the trebuchets would have given them the greatest damage.

So the planks were spread out evenly, and even though each soldier was carrying a large bundle, they were only less than a third of the way forward in a width of more than a hundred paces.

Then, under the leadership of Ren Xiaonian, these thousand soldiers stepped on the knee-deep mud and advanced with difficulty towards the Pinglu army defense line in the distance.

Behind them, the second battalion had already stepped onto the pontoon bridge, and the third battalion, which was specially responsible for long-range strikes, had also assembled on the edge of the pontoon.

There was a huge whistling sound in the air, and Ren Xiaonian looked up, countless black shadows were infinitely magnifying in his field of vision, which were stone bullets thrown by the enemy's trebuchet.

With just one glance, he once again struggled to pull out his mud-covered leg and took a big step forward.

You can't hide from it, it can only depend on luck.

The stone bullet fell, splashing the sky full of silt, pouring Ren Xiaonian's head and body, covering his black armor with a layer of sticky yellow in a blink of an eye, wiping a handful of mud on his face, he bowed and continued to advance forward.

There was a scream, and Ren Xiaonian didn't even blink his eyelids.

Sacrifice is inevitable.

"Sixth Battalion, forward!" He howled loudly.

The sound of the strong crossbow whistling came, this time Ren Xiaonian bent down, let himself stick to the mud as much as possible, the strong crossbow whistled and flew over, the Pinglu army was very extravagant, this time the salvo was as many as forty or fifty strong crossbow arrows. This also means that on the attack surface of Ren Xiaonian's thousand-person attack, forty or fifty strong crossbows were arranged, thinking about this defense line that is more than ten miles long, the Pinglu army is really willing to spend money.

The losses continued to mount, but this did not in any way slow the advance of the 6th Battalion, which was slow but still determined to advance forward.

Behind them, the 2nd Battalion, under the leadership of the Lieutenant, was already advancing along the paved road of the 1st Battalion, and continued to spread the planks and other planks they were carrying.

The third battalion had already stepped onto the pontoon, and unlike the first two battalions, which were all soldiers, this one was a little less numerous, but there were many more mules and horses, and even some carriages, which were carefully led onto the pontoon.

The third battalion carried heavy weapons.

The second pontoon bridge was almost completed, and Cheng Xu took the fourth of his first battalion to the pontoon bridge.

Ren Xiaonian took a step forward with all his might, his shoes were full of mud, slippery and extremely uncomfortable, he was already very close to the Pinglu Army defense line in front, and the enemy should come out.

He thought so, and sure enough, with the rumbling drums above the fortress in the distance, above the defense line of the Pinglu army, the dense Pinglu army rushed forward.

Ren Xiaonian estimated the speed of the other party, and knew that when the enemy reached the edge of this tidal flat, the enemy would block himself.

"Prepare for battle!" He braved the locust-like feathered arrows in the sky.

The soldiers raised the shields in their hands and tried hard to get closer to Ren Xiaonian, at this distance, they no longer had to worry about the other party's heavy weapon strikes, and those locust-like feathered arrows looked scary, but for them, the threat was even smaller.

Now Ren Xiaonian has several feather arrows inserted in his body, but it does not prevent him from fighting.

The Pinglu army held up the bayonet spear for a long time, and rushed down with a howl, at this moment the enemy was unable to move, and it was the best time for them to kill the enemy.

Ren Xiaonian pulled out the crossbow machine from his waist that had already been loaded with crossbow arrows, and all the soldiers also raised their crossbow arrows.

The two sides were twenty paces apart, and at this moment, Ren Xiaonian was still ten steps away from stepping on dry land, and the enemy was also ten steps away from the edge of the tidal flats.

The enemy, of course, will arrive early.

But they also have to pay a price.

Hundreds of crossbow arrows erupted at this moment.

The Pinglu troops who were running at the front immediately turned over and fell.

At a distance of twenty paces, there is no time to dodge at all, and at this distance, no matter how good the armor is, it can't block the power of the crossbow arrows.

"Kill!"

When Ren Xiaonian was still five steps away from the edge, the enemy had already rushed up, and long bayonet spears stabbed out in unison.