The corners of Tianlang's mouth hooked a wicked smile, but the corners of Shi Changge's forehead twitched, and he couldn't help frowning, his heart was pounding, this guy was definitely suspicious of what I said yesterday, and he was testing me, hum, I won't be fooled by you.

"You just asked me what I wanted to do, and of course I wanted to win."

"How can you win a battle by directing the warships to rush up desperately, and then watching the sailors swim back from the river?" Shi Changge puffed out his cheeks, pouted, and said with slightly red cheeks.

"It is not just by reading the words in the books, but that those who are good at using the art of war know how to mobilize the enemy and lead the enemy by the nose to fight."

Tianlang paused, looked at Shi Changge with a smile, and when he saw the direction of Hanyang City again, his smile was a little fierce.

"But did you know that mobilizing the enemy is not just about mobilizing their legs, there is also a more difficult thing to control, that is, mobilizing the enemy's emotions? It's easy to make a person lose his mind temporarily, but if a person's emotions are mobilized all the time, from anxiety to excitement, and then anxiety then gambles everything, and then is instantly awakened, and under frustration, the whole soul seems to be emptied, and then loses all fighting spirit. ”

Tianlang himself took a deep breath, as if he had already entered the state first.

"Especially people like Zilharang, in fact, it is difficult to be emotionally mobilized, and he has fought for half his life, he can be described as an old treacherous and cunning, and he has the calm quality necessary for an excellent general. Except for the third southern expedition that defeated tens of thousands of horses and returned with a crushing defeat, and the loss of Wuchang City the day before yesterday, he has never missed a battle. He lost the third southern expedition because I mobilized his two legs, and this time in the battle of Hanyang, he will also lose, because I will mobilize his emotions to fight, whether he is calm or not, I will cut off one of his hands, and then laugh and watch him get out. ”

Shi Changge didn't understand Tianlang's confidence and what he said, but she just believed him for no reason.

At noon, the battle was still going on, and the Ming fleet's aggressive attack caused more than 20 ships to be sunk, but the Qing naval division did not suffer any losses.

At this moment, Jilharang is also standing on the Chaozong Gate in the south of Hanyang City, and his heart is as comfortable as the scenery in front of him, facing the sea in spring.

The soothing and gentle flow of the Yangtze River, even the sound of the cannon is so pleasant and moving.

"Hehe, early in the morning, I heard that the military and naval divisions had launched an attack, which really made this king nervous for a while."

Zheng Wangye stroked his beard, and when he said this, he was a little leisurely in the light clouds and the wind near noon, and the flowers followed the willows over the Qianchuan.

Of course, the entourage around him was flattering, and Zilharang was in a good mood, and the good words were even more useful.

The battle between the two armies was mainly concentrated in the Yangtze River section and Hanshui south of Parrot Island, and the naval divisions of the two armies were also all concentrated there, which made Jierharang, who was looking at the Yellow Crane Tower across the river, seem to have nothing to do.

Idle, he remembered a childlike prank, sent a small boat, went to Hanyang Gate across the river, and sent a letter to Tianlang.

With a smug and smug heart, he wrote a sentence: "Zhu Youlang, the lonely king wants to kill you on behalf of the moon, so choose your own place to bury your bones now." ”

The corners of Tianlang's mouth twitched when he saw this, and he scolded secretly: "Damn, you forced pretend, I'll give you full marks." ”

With a disdainful sip, Tianlang lazily flipped through the letter, picked up the pen and hastily replied a few lines on the back, and returned it to the sender.

"Your Excellency the Auxiliary Governor looks like a man who does great things in a muffled voice, and even hysteria can use such an elegant and calm way to write letters. But I'm sorry, the moon is bright, even the sun is, kindly borrowed you to illuminate, I really thought it had become your home, did Your Excellency the Auxiliary King think too much? Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that the master is your devil, so I'm curious how else you can kill me, wait and see. ”

After seeing the reply, Jilharang was so angry that he had a black line in his head, this guy even saved the letter and gave himself back, could it be that he opened the letter in the wrong way, how did he feel that he was scolded but he was powerless to refute it?

However, it seems that it is the long-term plan of the Han people to scold people by scolding people, and Zierharang is not wronged at all, and he is purely self-inflicted.

But he couldn't argue and didn't think that Zilharang couldn't be angry at the letter, he crumpled the letter, and snorted: "Hmph, rampant, Zhu Youlang child, see how long you can be rampant?" ”

I was scolded by a few words, and at this moment, how much Zilharang wanted to call Tianlang out and fight alone.

Fortunately, until noon, the Ming army's naval divisions were still blocked by Qing artillery fire in the waters of the Han River south of Parrot Island and north of Guishan, unable to move forward an inch.

However, Li Dingguo, Shi Changge, Deng Kai and others across the river are very calm, and that is because Tianlang is very calm.

A few people were sitting in the Yellow Crane Tower and eating something casually, no one had anything to say, on a summer day, several people were sweating a lot, and Shi Changge quietly put a pinch of salt in Tianlang's tea.

Tianlang didn't notice any difference in the taste when he drank it, holding a piece of cake in his hand, and pondering while eating.

"Look, what's that?"

Some soldiers were the first to see a ship on the northern river with the tip of the mast visible.

That's right, it is a ship that stands on the shore and looks out into the sea and can already see the tip of the mast, it is a round of sunrise that stands on the top of a high mountain and looks far away in the east, it is a baby that is about to mature in the womb of restlessness and motherhood.

Tianlang's ears fluttered, he threw down the cake in his hand, strode to the soldier who shouted the first sound, excited like a child who won a bet, a big hand slapped the soldier's shoulder: "Haha, it's finally here!" Sons, the sailors of the Ming Dynasty, let's start fighting together, Lao Tzu's mace is already hungry and thirsty! ”

He ran down the mountain like a madman and rushed to the Hanyang Gate, and Deng Kai, Shi Changge and the others followed him in confusion.

Amid the cheers of all the Ming soldiers who saw the endless white sails at the end of the sea, he jumped onto the tower, stood high on the battlements, waved a sun and moon flag in his hand, and let the flag flutter among the mountains and rivers.

The mouth kept repeating the shout: "Sons, strong! Daming's sailor, charge! ”

The drums of war, the rumbling drums of war caused the entire surface of the Yangtze River to ripple restlessly.

A thousand warships came against the trend, with white sails and they were dressed in plains.

On one of the battleships, Zheng Chenggong was wearing iron armor, sackcloth, bright silver on his head, a war knife at his waist, holding the hilt of the knife, a heroic aura, and a pair of eyes full of hatred and blood.

(End of chapter)