Although the 15,000 men were not completely disrupted from the foundation and reorganized, it would indeed take a lot of effort if they wanted them to work together and obey the command.

What's more, between these three, there is such a grudge between each other, needless to say the grievances between the Jin and the Tatars, Temujin has been trying to unify the various tribes of the steppe over the years, that is, he hopes to form a whole to fight against the Jin State, instead of always scattering the sand, letting the Jin people do whatever they want on the steppe, bullying and slaughtering them Tatars at will.

The relationship between the Jin State and the Song Dynasty can be described as a sea of blood and hatred, and the long-standing grievances and grievances between the two are not mentioned for the time being, let's just say that after the Song people recently recovered the five roads in the north, the ruling class of the Jin people may accept it faster, but if you want an army that is strong in blood and is on fire, it is easy to accept the reconciliation of the two families, and you have to work together, obviously this is not a matter of just talking.

The Tatars and the Song people were not very peaceful, maybe if they were with the other armies of the Song court, they would still be able to live in harmony, but don't forget, the army of flower planters led by Mo Xiaobao and Zhong Silkworm stabbed Temujin in the back on the grassland, dragging Temujin back.

Although the flower planting army has always been a mystery on the grassland, and has never publicly exposed their numbers on the grassland, everyone eats the bowl of rice of war, and their keen sense of touch is as sensitive as a dog's nose.

Therefore, since the first time they saw the flower planting army led by Ye Qing, Mu Huali and Borshu smelled a familiar smell.

And the next observation along the way, no matter how they look at the flower planting army, they all feel very familiar, especially the unique momentum of a unit that has grown up since its establishment, which cannot be erased and changed no matter what.

So these days, the big guys know each other's identities, but they don't say it to their faces, and they just pretend not to know.

It can be imagined how difficult it would be for Ye Qing, Temujin, and Qishilie to be the gods and slaves if they wanted to mix these 15,000 ginseng and then divide them into three armies again.

The night of the snow ridge forest is unexpected, when the sky is still bright outside the woods in the distance, the dense forest is now blurred, the vision is getting darker and darker, the small tent where the three people are located, is a lively scene of people coming and going, and the generals of all levels in the army are taking turns to appear on the stage.

Torches began to light in the woods, and in front of the tents that were not far from each other, but were distinct, the large and small armies of each army would shuttle back and forth, some frowning, some simply scolding, but the voice was very small.

There are also some people who sit there silently, making it clear that they can't figure out why they should be led by others, and they have to unconditionally obey the orders of other countries' military generals: when Lao Tzu was fighting, he didn't know what to do, and now let Lao Tzu obey his command and be sent under him, so Lao Tzu won't do it.

Although every general has more or less unwillingness in his heart, he will also run to his respective boss's tent to protest, hoping to take back his fate, but when he arrives at his or her own commander's account, the arrogance of opposition instantly weakens a little, and he doesn't say the reason for the twisting and pinching, but he just can't leave in front of the tent.

There will be ruffians and thorns in every army, and similarly, this kind of person will also be entrusted with important tasks in the army, after all, their bravery on the battlefield can be said to be synonymous with combat effectiveness, and even can affect many people to kill people on the battlefield.

Therefore, in front of each tent of Ye Qing and the three of them, there will be such people shouting at the military tent, and then once there is a slight movement in the military tent, he immediately shrinks his neck and hides far away, afraid that the boss will take him and settle accounts with him.

The generals of all ranks walked out of the military tent, although there was still some reluctance on their faces, but they had to accept the commander's orders, after all, whether it was Temujin or Ye Qing, even the troops led by the begging gods and slaves, they were actually the most trusted, and it could also be said that they were the trump card troops in their hands, so the minimum professionalism of the soldiers was still some, especially the flower planting army, which was relatively quiet compared to the tent of Jin and the Tatars.

Unlike the tents of the Jin and Tatars, it was as if they had entered the bazaar, and the noisy shouts and opposition, which made him die immediately in front of the tent, were heard one after another in the snowy forests.

So if you want to make these thorns obedient, especially low-level generals, it is obvious that it is not enough to persuade them with good words, which will only make them kick their noses in the face.

Moreover, these low-level generals can be said to be the foundation of a combat unit, and most of the battles are actually directed at them, so the middle-level generals have nothing to do with them, and the commander-level ones are obviously unwilling to overstep the level to punish these thorns because their status is too high.

So in the end, what gave Ye Qing and the three of them the most headache was these low-level generals who they needed to rely on to fight and kill the enemy.

As a last resort, the three of them had to cut through the mess quickly, after all, this kind of thing can't be delayed, and if it drags on for a long time, it will not only affect the morale of the army, but also affect their majesty as the commander-in-chief in the army.

So the three of them took the thunderous means almost at the same time: heroes came out from under the sticks!

The torches crackled from time to time in the woods of Xuelingbin, and then from three corners not far from the commander's tent, inhuman screams began to be heard.

The screams surprised the countless birds and beasts in the forest and ran away in a hurry, which also made some people's scalps tighten, and they began to realize that this was the boss's anger.

"I was wrong, is it too late for me to change it?"

"I'll ...... I really go, I go...... Nima ...... Yes....... ”

"Boss save me, or go to the battlefield, don't expect me to guard your back for you...... Boss, when I come back, I'll still be yours...... Whining...... It hurts ...... to death. ”

Such a cry for mercy lasted for about a moment in the dense forest, and then gradually disappeared, and the front of the three bosses began to become clean with the first scream.

When the last scream disappeared in the dense forest, there were no generals or generals in front of the three commanders' tents except for their own soldiers.

"What about people?" Ye Qing walked out of the tent and asked as he looked at the empty space where there was no one but messy footprints on the ground.

Jia Shi smiled dryly, it was the first time he saw Ye Qing punish generals at all levels because of this kind of thing: "It's all ...... All...... They all went back to pack up their sheets, and then went to report under the Great Khan. ”

The beggar gods and slaves walked out of their tents with their teacups and swept away the trembling guards, not knowing whether they were shivering from the cold weather, or shivering with fright from the miserable screams.

So he took the teacup and walked around the open space in front of the tent leisurely, and after being very satisfied with the clean scene in front of the tent, he snorted coldly and turned around and walked into the tent.

Temujin was still standing in front of him, but fortunately, Borshu was not sent out, so he was able to stand next to Temujin happily: "Mu Huali has already gone back to order troops, and when he sets off early tomorrow morning, he will follow the Song people and go with him, and promise to obey the Song people's dispatch and command." ”

"That's pretty much it." Temujin nodded with satisfaction.

Each of the three countries had scouts and guards guarding the camp at night, so as the whole day darkened, the whole camp returned to its proper order, and the various troops began to change camps quickly, and from now until the end of the war, they had to obey their commander-in-chief, who was not very convinced.

The next morning, when the sun was rising, when the fifteen thousand men had been assembled and began to march, it was found that some of them were limping to the horses, and as soon as their buttocks were put on the saddle, they immediately bared their teeth and frowned and gasped, it hurt so much!

And what is even more attractive than this scenery, and even ironic, is that when Ye Qing, Temujin, and Qishilie Divine Slaves led their respective armies, they couldn't help but be taken aback by the scene in front of them, and their eyes widened one by one, and they couldn't believe the scene in front of them.

The troops of 5,000 men were no longer as orderly as they were yesterday, and the banners fluttering above their heads were a mixed bag, including Tatars, Jin, and Song.

And whether it is the Tatars, the Jin or the Song, their armor and other weapons are not the same, plus even the most basic marching team is inevitably unfamiliar, so they stand together sparsely, forming an extremely loose formation, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a defeated army that has just gathered the remnants of the soldiers on the battlefield after a defeat.

"What the hell can this special fight like?" Ye Qing gasped and took the lead in raising the question in his heart.

"I think that if we encounter the unarmed people of Liao now, I am afraid that we can easily beat us and flee." The beggar stone martyr god slave rubbed his eyes, completely unable to believe that yesterday it was a brave and domineering army, and today it will become like this.

Temujin gritted his back molars, and almost scolded a mother with his hands on his hips, and muttered: "Give me a thousand fine horses, and I can beat these fifteen thousand people to cry and call my mother." ”

Then the three of them began to look at each other, since the order had been given, then there was no room for change, so the next march process would also be the best and last chance for the three of them to integrate each other's motley army.

After all, once they arrive at the ancient city of Kegu on the frontier, whether it is the Khorezm people or the Liao border army, they will never be given the opportunity to retrain their troops.

Of course, the most important thing is that the three of them are also people who want face, and the idea is their own, if it is changed at this time, it will be equivalent to slapping their own face, and it will definitely hurt more than last night, when the military law slapped the ass of the subordinates, so they must not change it, they can only solve the problem on the spot, and practice the tacit understanding of the three armies while marching.

As the so-called unintentional insertion of willows and willows, a strong force, obviously cannot be only one branch of the army, even if it is the elite troops and special forces of later generations, they will have their own strengths, and they can only give full play to their combat effectiveness by cooperating with each other.

And now the miscellaneous army under the command of the three of them is obviously in line with the most important and basic factor of becoming an elite army, that is, each has its own strengths and weaknesses.

Once their tacit understanding is excavated, then such a force will definitely be a nightmare for the Khorezmians.

When the army arrived at Hara City, the base camp of Xiao Li's thorn, it had already formed a scale of results, but for Ye Qing and the others, they were not very satisfied.

Therefore, the soldiers under his command who suffered the most along the way can be said to be holding a breath of evil breath in their hearts at this time, because of the orders of their own commanders, they have to obey the orders of others, but it does not mean that they will not think in unison, are the three commanders deliberately torturing them along the way? Do you want to wait for yourself to beg for mercy?

So the rebellious psychology appeared in time, the more you tortured me, the more I didn't say anything, even if I didn't think about myself, I couldn't embarrass my own commander, not to mention, my commander was also torturing your people.

The first of the beggar gods and slaves raised the worries in his heart, because he could also feel that the Song and Tatars in the army were unconvinced and dissatisfied with him.

Ye Qing glanced at Temujin, then looked at Hara City in front of the horizon, and said with a smile: "These guys are difficult to convince people easily, if you want to convince them, don't even think about it along the way, let alone ...... Practice is the truth that tests everything. Integrating them like this, they won't see the effect at all, and they won't understand, so they can only be convinced when they go to the battlefield and win a victory. ”

Temujin pondered that practice is the word to test all truths, and then nodded in agreement: "Ye Qing is right, as the commander of an army, no matter how qualified a general is, it is impossible to convince everyone in the army on weekdays. Only victory on the battlefield can make everyone believe in you, trust you, and revere you. So at this time, they complain that we are deliberately making things difficult for them, which is of course very reasonable. ”

"Then there will be a big Khan at that time, but don't be polite to the last general, these days, the last general really wants to be on the battlefield, with victory to establish power, otherwise, if this goes on for a long time, I'm afraid that they will cook me one day." The beggar god slave laughed and joked.

"Well, yes, I'll try it myself when the time comes, do you want to steam it, or barbecue?" Ye Qing turned his head and asked Temujin.

"It's all right, if it's a little different, the meat on the thighs, tendons." Temujin looked at the beggar stone lie god slave on his right, and said on his thigh on the horse's back.

"Then let's put it back first, restrain your troops, station them outside the city, and don't clash with the Liao army in Hara City." Ye Qing's tone was cold, he tightened the reins in his hand slightly, and then began to turn the horse's head and said.

Temujin looked around, and saw that a black line had formed on the head of the city of Hara, and it was obvious that the defenders of Harrah had begun to notice their arrival.

After the beggar gods and slaves nodded at him slightly, they immediately followed closely behind, hurriedly controlling their own troops, and Temujin also began to turn his horse's head and retreat backwards, even the scouts who were originally sent out also raised a cloud of smoke and dust at this moment, and began to quickly move towards the large army from both wings.

A thin gap opened in the gate of Hala City in the distance, and then a cavalryman holding a white flag began to ride his horse and whip out of the city gate, rushing towards the direction of the army led by Ye Qing, Temujin, and Qishilie Gods and Slaves.

"Who are you?" The words of the Liao people sounded, and Temujin, Ye Qing, and the gods and slaves of Qishilie looked at each other, and then Ye Qing replied with the words of the lame Liao people who were in the Liao Wangcheng and temporarily held the Buddha's feet.

As Ye Qing stammered for a long time, in short, in the end, after he didn't know what he was talking about, the Liao man nodded solemnly, and then stretched out his hand to them.

Ye Qing, Temujin, and the gods and slaves of Qishilie looked at each other, and finally reacted, only to see Temujin hurriedly take out the document from his arms and hand it over.

The Liao people picked up the paperwork and checked it, and then, after saying a word quickly and urgently, they turned their horses' heads and left the dust and ran towards the city.

"What...... What do you mean? Temujin and the begging Shilie gods and slaves looked at Ye Qing, who could speak the Liao dialect.

"I think let's wait a little longer and take it back and check it, right?" Ye Qing said bottomlessly in his heart, and then looked at the puzzled eyes of Temujin and the begging Shilie gods and slaves, and said angrily: "How can I know what he said, I just said Liao, I don't know what it means, this is what Xiao Lili sent someone to tell me before we left the city, it's been so long, it's good that I can remember." ”

Temujin and Qishilie gods and slaves nodded at Ye Qing at this time, and then gave Ye Qing a thumbs up in unison to express their admiration and admiration.