After a period of training, the combat effectiveness of these brocade guards, who were originally in good condition, has reached an astonishing level. This is all thanks to the unplanned military exercise that Zhu Yidao came up with.

Lao Zhu didn't actually think too much, he just wanted to see how the effect of the training was during these hours. For a guy like Lao Zhu, who talks on paper, military exercises are the best means to verify the results. Fortunately, there are general flags Jiang Fei and those small flags, otherwise Lao Zhu is really a little difficult to command the army.

In the dense subtropical evergreen broad-leaved forest, these brocade guards wear camouflage suits made of soft branches and leaves. Hat, face smeared with mud from the bottom of the river, holding a steel knife blackened with the bottom of the pot, ghostly in the dry grass, under the dead leaves, you can't see it until you approach.

It was even more common for Jiang Fei to find his own people, and he was confused and tried to distinguish the extremely subtle trace of murderous aura in the air, but it was a pity that he failed. Nature quietly and silently covers everything in the world. Often in the dry grass piles or under the dead leaves, or even on the trees that are very close to Jiang Fei, some strange people dressed in leaves will suddenly appear, and they will either attract Jiang Fei's attention and "kill" the Jinyi guard behind Jiang Fei; Either do it directly to Jiang Fei. A month later, Jiang Fei would not be able to defend against such a "guerrilla war" every time unless he took the initiative to attack.

Especially when the team was engaged in guerrilla warfare, Jiang Fei's squad almost never missed, but there were a few disastrous victories - according to Zhu Yidao's requirements, as long as more than half of the casualties were considered to be ineffective, they lost at least half of their people.

However, Jiang Fei was not discouraged, and got up from wherever he fell. Gradually. Everyone gradually formed a tacit understanding - as long as more than half of the opponent's people were killed, they must surrender automatically. This tacit understanding also comes from the fact that if you fight to the death, it is very easy to be injured by mistake.

But accidental injuries are inevitable. There are still more than a dozen people who have been injured in one way or another. Zhu Yidao promised that these wounded sergeants would receive at least 200 taels of silver in casualty compensation. Of course, this is the result of his consultation with Zhu Da, and he himself has no right to subsidize anyone.

The sergeants are very grateful!

I didn't expect that I was injured and not only was not abandoned, but I could get so many silver taels. Although it is not enough for the rest of his life, he can still ensure food and clothing for a while. This is a strange feeling that everyone has born.

Why did this new recruit do this?

Zhu Da also asked the same question. Lao Zhu asked him rhetorically, if a sergeant thinks that even if he is injured and dies, he will have no worries, then will he do his best to fight on the battlefield?

Zhu Da suddenly sighed with emotion, you Zhu Yidao is a natural general. Lao Zhu shook his head, and asked me to join the army, no problem - anyway, what I did was the same work that the former political commissar did; If you want me to command the troops to fight, you might as well cut off my head now. Otherwise, sooner or later the brother will be killed.

At the same time, throughout the training process, Zhu Yidao emphasized one point: do not abandon, do not give up.

It's not that Lao Zhu deliberately wanted to plagiarize the famous words of "Soldier Assault". In the army of this era, all the strong divisions are all dead soldiers who are proud of their own troops and take honor as their lives. They may not have very good equipment, or they may not have very good training, but the will to fight at the end of their lives is definitely not what ordinary sergeants have.

And most importantly, the dead soldiers are not the dead soldiers of the state, but the private dead soldiers of the generals who are full of "leadership charisma" in the army. From this point of view, they are all the general's private soldiers. So Zhu Yidao deliberately asked Zhu Da to emphasize to the troops, don't abandon it, don't give up! Even if you die, you have to bring home the bodies of your brothers!

This slogan is not to mention those sergeants who have no ink on their chests, even Zhu Da couldn't help but be moved when he heard it. Zhu Da and Jiang Fei both keenly felt that from the day this slogan was raised, this Jinyi guard had something that even the Shenji Battalion did not have-the military soul.

When hundreds of people shouted "Serve the Country with Loyalty" together during the early morning assembly and rapid march, Jiang Fei knew that his small army of only 100 people would never be timid even if he met an army of tens of thousands of people, but would do everything possible to defeat it!

The true meaning of a strong army lies in its truly powerful military spirit. An army with a military soul is invincible unless it is completely defeated and the last man is eliminated. Even if the whole army is annihilated, the enemy will pay a terrible price! And this kind of military spirit is only possessed by a very small number of armies.

Fortunately, this small unit trained by Zhu Yidao himself has a military soul. And the key to this kind of thing is the supreme general who leads the team - on the surface, it is Zhu Da, but in fact it is Zhu Yidao.

The character of a general can directly affect his army. Ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, no exception.

One morning a month later, Zhu Da received information that the Mongolian Jinyi Wei had mastered the route of Ma Fu's grain smuggling.

This is a great opportunity!

Mongolia, on the endless steppe, Wang Ling slowly drank the water in the kettle and moistened his throat, which was not too sad.

A few days ago, news came from Lord Wang, saying that someone was trying to get rid of him and Master Ma, but don't worry, the trouble has been solved. Master Ma also specially borrowed some people from Mongolia and went to the forest to dispose of the remnants.

Wang Ling actually didn't like to smuggle grain so secretly. Smuggling grain to Mongolia is not only a big crime, but also a serious threat to the Ming Dynasty. In his heart, after all, the Ming Dynasty is his motherland, and Mongolia is just a group of uncivilized barbarians. I just want to earn some money for my life by escorting grain and grass by myself. But people can't help themselves in the rivers and lakes, Wang Ling's wife and children all live in Runing Mansion, and he has no choice.

Do a few more votes, and when you have saved enough money, you will resign from Lord Wang and take your wife and children back to your hometown in Hebei! Enough is enough.

Wang Ling felt that this kind of thing could only be done for a while, and he would never be able to do it for a lifetime, and he converted to *** religion very early in order to get spiritual comfort. Allah, forgive me for my mistakes. Bless me safe and sound!

It seems that Allah did not hear his sincere prayers.

Out of the grass came a pile of unknown things, round, Wang Ling was puzzled, the arrows let out a howl of death and went straight to his horse team!

No amount of prayer is useless.

The crossbow arrows flew around excitedly in the air, domineering through everything that dared to stand in their way, tearing everything in front of them without hesitation, listening to the screams of people or animals before they died, and watching them scatter in all directions in great fear, a smug look appeared on the crossbowman's face.

It all ended quickly.

Wang Ling trembled and lay on the ground with his head in his hands. O Allah! Who the hell sent this killer? Even Lord Wang's personal guards don't have such combat effectiveness!

When he heard no more sound, he raised his head in fear and looked around cautiously.

No one.

The silence around was terrible, and there was no one at all.

Wang Ling's eyes widened in horror - from under the grass nests that came out, suddenly some monsters wearing strange clothes, no, they can't be called clothes, they should be blades of grass, with green faces, crossbows in their hands, and black knives on their backs, and slowly walked up like ghosts.

I watched as these monsters examined the corpses one by one, and when they found that they still had breath, they made up for it.

He couldn't hold back any longer, what the hell was this?!

Zhu Yidao was very satisfied with this covert sneak attack mission! It could be called perfect!

From the beginning of the battle plan, to all concealment in place, waiting for the arrival of these smuggling horse teams. Everyone stayed in the grass nest for at least two hours!

The biggest credit for this should be the Jinyi guards who are still active in the Mongolian steppe. Without their meticulous intelligence, there would have been no such success.

In the vast prairie, further west is Ningxia, and it is the defense area of Bibai, and there are many Tatar tribes around, once the sneak attack is unsuccessful, it will immediately be completely wiped out by those guys who grew up on horseback! So they are not worried at all that the army of the Ming Dynasty will appear here.

What's more, Bibai has already returned to the Ming Dynasty and has to pay a large tribute to the imperial court every year, so no one would have thought that Zhu Yidao would choose this place as the battlefield for ambush.

It's just that he grabbed a live mouth, crying and shouting to surrender. Zhu Da had already given the order to kill them all, but this guy shouted that he was not a Tatar, but a Han, and those dead-eyed brocade guards reluctantly carried him over.

Wang Ling looked at the two little white faces in front of him in fear, and he really didn't know what they would do to him. It seems that the slightly taller little white face is the main one!

His knees weakened, and he knelt on the ground and kowtowed like pounding garlic: "The two generals spare their lives!" I don't know anything! ”

"You get up first!" The slightly taller little white face glanced at the other stronger little white face, and then said slowly to Wang Ling: "Tell me everything you know!" Don't hide anything! Otherwise...... Hey! ”

Wang Ling heard the sound of the killing gods behind him sharpening their knives excitedly.

He poured beans into a bamboo tube, and 1510 told him what he knew, and even what he didn't know what he guessed, and honestly reported to the two of them.