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After receiving the combat mission, the generals walked out of the tent, said goodbye to Qi Jiguang, and then hurried to their respective battle positions to meet the upcoming battle...........

Qi Jiguang stood with his hands in his hands and looked at the ocean, his face was calm and solemn, his sharp eyes showed a hint of murderous intent, a kind of momentum that looked at the world spontaneously, and his whole body exuded a strong fighting spirit.

After Zhang Mingyuan stood at his side, he tried to keep a distance from Qi Jiguang so as not to disturb his contemplation.

Looking at Qi Jiguang's hesitant expression, Zhang Mingyuan's heart was full of faint sadness.

Pointing to the camp where the military flag was hunting, Qi Jiguang said proudly: "Mingyuan, look at the mighty posture of my Ming army, this battle will definitely make the thieves go and have no return, haha!" ”

Zhang Mingyuan smiled bitterly, and suddenly felt deep sympathy for this generation of famous generals, with a little sadness.

At the time of the initial operation of the Daimyo Guard, it was indeed invincible, but as time went by, the army of the Guardian gradually evolved into a peasant soldier who used a hoe to do farm work in peacetime and a knife and gun on the battlefield in wartime. What's more, the training is not formal and the thinking is not unified, can such a team win against the battle-hardened Wakoyan? Qi Mingjun, who has not yet been successfully upgraded, is still too proud!

Although he thought so in his heart, Zhang Mingyuan didn't want to hit his self-confidence, arched his hand, and said with a bitter smile: "The general is right, my Daming Guard's army will win the battle..........

As soon as he said this, Qi Jiguang waved his hand to interrupt his words, and said with a big smile: "Can't you say that you are invincible, sometimes you still suffer a little failure?" For example, the way these thieves are broken into pieces is really difficult to encircle, hahaha! ”

The famous general was very calm, Mingyuan was speechless, and after thinking about it for a while, he felt that he should still hit him a little, so as not to be carried away by victory, and smiled faintly: "The general's analysis is indeed reasonable, and it is indeed not easy for thieves in small-scale operations to be encircled and suppressed, but now that the large army is fighting, how sure can we win?" ”

Qi Jiguang was suddenly stunned, this was a question he had never thought about, in the past, a small-scale invasion of the Japanese invaders could give the encirclement and suppression of the guards a headache, but now in a large-scale battle, in the face of thousands of Japanese invaders, with several times the strength of the Japanese invaders, what will be the result? How sure can you win?

Qi Jiguang was silent, he really hadn't experienced the hard-hitting style of fighting, and the high expectations for the Ming army in his heart were like pouring a basin of cold water, and his whole body was cold, and he suddenly had a faint sense of fear for this battle for the first time.

Long.......

Qi Jiguang raised his head suddenly, arrogant as a lion, with a tragic face, and said with his teeth cracked: "The eldest husband is a countryman, and he should take it as his responsibility to protect the family and the people, whether it is to exterminate the Japanese or the horse leather shroud, it is the duty of a soldier, and there is nothing to be afraid of." Qi was a hero in life, and he was a ghost in death. ”

After speaking, he stood upright, looking at the sea in the distance, his tragic expression swept by, and his sharp eyes swayed out again..........

Zhang Mingyuan was suddenly moved, this is a generation of famous generals, this is the real general who protects the country, he may know that the future is slim, but he also wants to die to thank the loyal soul.

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people returned to fight in ancient times, maybe it is the truest portrayal of real soldiers, right?

At this time, Zhang Mingyuan couldn't help but think of Qi Jiguang's ambition:

......... I don't want to be a marquis, but I hope the sea is flat.

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In the distance, the sun sets, and the dead vines and old trees are faint.........

A touch of remnant sun like blood, hanging obliquely in the air, the red color spread over the earth, paving a layer of tragic color for this plain that was about to start a great war.

In the distance, the waves were bursting, wave after wave lapping against the beach cliffs, making a 'gonggong' sound, and the sea breeze with the smell of the sea drifted over, permeating the entire camp, adding countless tragic atmospheres.

The two stood silently for a long time, each thinking about their own thoughts.......

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Mingyuan suddenly trembled, and his tone of voice trembled........

At the end of the plain, there was a shadow on the surface of the sea, which seemed to be a tumultuous flying fish, moving towards the plain at a speed visible to the naked eye...........

"Will.... General, look ahead. ”

Qi Jiguang stared at it for a long time, and suddenly his eyes widened, and his excitement appeared on his face, and he laughed loudly: "The fruit is a thief, hum!" ”

"Beat the drum and give the order, and everyone lined up on the beach, ready to meet the enemy."

The people who received the order quickly scattered and rushed to their respective directions.......

In a flash..........

Countless officers and soldiers hurriedly grabbed their weapons under the angry scolding of the heads of hundreds of households and thousands of households, and then stumbled out of the camp tents, and searched for their respective teams on the plain like headless flies, and finally hastily completed preparations to meet the enemy under the nervous supervision of their respective commanders............

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The wreath of heaven has finally arrived.......

Zhang Mingyuan was shocked in his heart, and in an instant, the high-spirited iron-blooded fighting spirit surged up, and the balloons that seemed to be blowing up and down his body were full of vitality, and he was full of vigor and vigor, and the canopy disappeared while talking and laughing.

Zhang Mingyuan glared angrily, and the strength of holding the handle of the saber on his side couldn't help but increase a little, and he stomped his foot fiercely, and roared loudly: "Hanpi, Shahuo, the plain is in front of the formation, ready to meet the enemy." ”

The two of them received the order, quickly gathered the team, and rushed to the front of the plain with neat steps, slightly adjusted, dozens of formations stood majestically, like a heavy city wall firmly standing at the end of the opposing team, and the shining swords, guns, swords and halberds pointed to countless small black dots in front of them.......

"Huh!"

Qi Jiguang, who felt the hasty and chaotic scene of the guards and was unceremoniously turning the worries in his heart into facts, couldn't help but exclaim after seeing the neat and sonorous formation of the Longshan Hundred Households. At this time, he finally understood what Zhang Mingyuan said, 'How sure can we win?' The weight of this sentence is heavy.

"Am I wrong?"

Qi Jiguang is reflecting..........

Countless flying fish on the sea finally stopped moving and leaned together, and then countless small black dots jumped into the sea like dumplings in soup, and soon gathered into a ball, dense, like countless ants surging forward........ Getting closer, the little black dot gets bigger and bigger.....

The drums in the camp sounded thunder and thunder, and the banners were hunting, but the Ming army that was preparing to meet was still in chaos. Mixed with the sound of thousands of households angrily scolding hundreds of households, hundreds of households angrily scolding sergeants, weapons colliding with each other, crying fathers and shouting mothers in fear, and so on...... The whole hastily arranged formation permeated, and as the Japanese got closer and closer, this chaos was still fermenting, and gradually boiled into a pot of porridge.........

Qi Jiguang was draped all over his body, covered in armor, holding a cold iron liquan gun, his expression indifferently glanced at the chaos around him, and a faint sorrow filled his heart..........

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