Bianliang, the camp of the forbidden army.

It was an army of money, with fierce banners and bright armor, and every soldier who trained it was guaranteed plenty of meat.

The hardships of training are worthy of their salaries, and everyone is sweating like rain, and they are originally carefully selected to be strong and strong, and after several months of training, they are even more majestic.

Gao Shant looked at these people with satisfaction, and secretly calculated in his heart, although the Jurchen Tartar was fierce, there was not much to expect. And it was the remnants of the defeated Wanyan Xiyin, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

Song Jiang's black servant took 2,000 people to go to work in the middle of the night, but I didn't expect that the cheap fell on my head in the end, isn't this the will of God.

Behind Gao Shan, followed by a few young generals, among this batch of Beijing Forbidden Army, the most outstanding is Liu Qi, but unfortunately he has already taken people to Hangzhou.

I heard that in Hangzhou, the heads of people were killed, and the rest of these people, although they practiced day and night, had not fought in actual combat after all. This time, the thieves in Yanshan happened to be an excellent opportunity for military training.

"Beat the drum and come to my tent." Gao Shank was in high spirits and shouted loudly. Immediately, there were small soldiers who gave the order, and they galloped away, and after a while, the drums beat loudly.

The generals who were training the soldiers and horses in each battalion set off one after another and rushed to the big tent.

After a while, all the generals in the tent gathered, and the tall handle glanced at it, and sure enough, they were all majestic soldiers.

"Dean Song of the former Western Courtyard led the troops to Yanshan to suppress the bandits, but he didn't expect that there were Jurchen remnants among them, and they even returned with their rivals. In front of Shaozai, Ben Shuai took this great work for you and went to avenge Dean Song's shame. ”

There was a commotion among the generals below, and everyone had joy on their faces, and the quality of the soldiers and horses under their hands could be seen at a glance. With the rare elite soldiers in the world, he fought against Huangsha on this school field every day, refining his body and training his formation, and he couldn't wait to prove himself.

Although this group of Yanshan thieves is not a big enemy, thanks to the Privy Council's Privy Councillor Song, they suddenly raised this credit to a higher level.

Everyone was gearing up, looking at the high handle above with expectant eyes. Gao Dianshuai is worthy of being a lucky general, just in charge of this forbidden army, he has such an opportunity to show his face.

Gao Shan's heart was proud, and just as he wanted to go on the expedition, the voice of his own soldiers came from outside: "Palace Marshal, Shaozai has sent someone." ”

"Oh? Come in, please. ”

Gao Shant walked to the door, only to see a guard in a red jacket and brocade robe, and said with a fist: "Palace Marshal, Shaozai said that this battle has the effect of military training, let the palace marshal go with all the forbidden troops." Every day, a team was sent to attack the mountain until the thieves were exhausted. ”

This is a prop for using others as a training tool, and Gao Shante has a chill, but this is a good way.

The Beijing Camp Forbidden Army lacked nothing, that is, it lacked actual combat experience, and the Yanshan Mountain was surrounded and fought slowly, and it could not lose many people at all, but it could fully train the troops. Especially those Jurchen soldiers, but ready-made sparring partners. Yang Lin's original intention of building the army was not for those Jurchen Tartars outside the Guan

If this training is used well, I don't know how many fewer people will die on the battlefield in the future. The death of one of these forbidden soldiers is a great loss.

Gao Shan's personal guards sent off the herald's personal guards, stood in place and said loudly: "Order all the soldiers and horses, and go!" ”

There were 60,000 people in the new Beijing Forbidden Army, and in addition to the 10,000 that Liu Qi brought to Hangzhou, there were still 50,000 left. These 50,000 people are ten times less than the original 600,000, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that these 60,000 can hang up and beat the previous 600,000. Those weak forbidden army men in the past, who were squeezed by the forbidden army's generals, have knocked out the bone marrow for you. When the wind blows, it can blow down a piece, and in addition to escaping, it is surrendering, which is simply the biggest joke. Even so, the most ridiculous thing is that they still occupy the majority of the taxes of the Great Song Dynasty, and the imperial court has to spend millions of yuan every year to support them. Although most of this money fell into the pockets of the forbidden army's generals.

The harm of the redundant soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty has reached the point of incorrigibility, and it has to be like this to cut the flesh and mend the sores in order to change its appearance. The local box soldiers are even more unbearable than the forbidden army of the Beijing camp, and they are really a bunch of waste. In addition to Hebei, because the Khitan often went south, the local military horses maintained a certain combat effectiveness, and the van soldiers in the Jiangnan region could not even defeat the homeless people of Fangla.

These more than 1.3 million soldiers and horses are the soldiers who were raised by the Great Song Dynasty to protect their families and defend the country, so it is no wonder that they will be defeated so completely. In fact, in the Southern Song Dynasty, after the Jin soldiers forcibly smashed the rotten military system to the bones, the army of the Southern Song Dynasty was very strong, and resisted the Mongols in its heyday for 40 years.

50,000 elite soldiers from Yuqian Street, out of Bianliang City, the people along the way witnessed Bianliang's own soldiers and horses so majestic and mighty, all stopped to watch along the way, loudly applauded. Although the former Western Warrior looked so strong, he was an outsider after all, and these were all Bianliang's disciples. And one by one, they look so kind, not as wild as the Northwest Junhan.

You must know that the Beijing Camp Forbidden Army, in addition to daily drills, has learned Confucianism to teach them to read.

A group of men followed this majestic division to the crossing of the Yellow River outside the city of Bianliang, where hundreds of boats and boats covered the banks of the Yellow River, covering the sky and the sun, all of which were transporting supplies for the battle.

The forbidden troops went out of the city gate and lined up in a line on the outskirts, orderly and lined up in a phalanx. The crowd resounded with cheers, and the cheers became higher and higher, and after a while, even the sound of the rolling Yellow River was completely suppressed!

Gao Shan, dressed in the army, with armor on his side, he was already a talent, and he was high-spirited at this time, waving his hand to the surroundings from time to time. With each wave, the cheers became more agitated, wave after wave, just rolling in front of the crossing of the Yellow River, this kind of majestic spirit in the army, swept away the charm over Bianliang City. In front of such a man's arrogance, no matter how beautiful a woman's posture is, it is difficult to compare. The last time Bianliang City cheered their soldiers seemed to be a hundred years old.

The people of Bianliang who followed after watched them gradually leave the field of view on the outskirts of the city, and then reluctantly returned to the city.

In the midst of this wave of cheers, in the private room of Fan Lou, a fat black man clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, looking unwilling.

"Fuck it!" Song Jiang stood in front of the railing with his hands behind his back, his face gloomy as if he could drip blood.

Behind him, Hua Rong, who had a rough temperament, didn't dare to speak, what he said at the beginning, what kind of scenery he had won the battle again, but he didn't expect to fall into this fate and be a stepping stone for others.

"I haven't been a marquis for 30 years, and I boast of being all over Kyushu. Who expected that when all the people cheered, they leaned on the railing alone and stood up. ”

Hua Rong listened to the voice, felt distressed for a while, and deliberately pretended to be silly and asked, "Good poem!" Brother, what do you mean. ”

Song Jiang turned back with a smile, scolded, put his arm around his shoulders and said, "Don't care about him, and eat wine in the building." ”