At the same time, in Polo's tent, Polo, who was nearly thirty years old and in the prime of life, couldn't help but pick up the last piece of fatty venison on the plate with chopsticks. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 After chewing it slowly, Polo wiped his mouth, picked up the teacup on the table, and drank the tea in one go.

"Whew~~" After a long sigh of satisfaction, he couldn't help but stand up from his seat.

"The hour is almost up, hurry down and beat the drums to gather the soldiers and horses, and the war is about to start." After pinning the sword to his waist and taking the helmet from his men. Polo strode out with his helmet on, but he couldn't help but say the same.

And hearing his order, his subordinates also sang a fat promise for the first time and took the order. And it was also at this time that Polo also rode the tall yellow-maned horse, and rode the horse to the Chinese army's tent to make the last gift before the battle.

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In front of the big tent of the Chinese army, the beard with big shoulders and round waist and a somewhat gray beard answered Badulu, looking at the heroic and sturdy son in front of him, he couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.

"Go, don't give your father the prestige of our scattered Wu clan." Looking at his son Polo, Badulu couldn't help but say so.

Hearing Badulu's words, Polo bowed to his father with a firm face, and then couldn't help but turn over his horse, wave the horse whip in his hand, and lead the soldiers under his command out of the camp with a high shout.

And looking at the back of his son when he left, he couldn't help but take a group of generals and officers around him to the northwest of the camp, on the high platform that was built overnight, ready to watch from the wall. Looking at their scattered eagles, whether they can already spread their wings and soar alone against the wind and rain.

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"General, the Tartars' soldiers and horses are here. Looking at the banner, the general of this army should be the son of the old thief of Badulu, 'Polo Timur'. Similarly, on the side of the black-clothed army that had already been assembled, Meng Haima accompanied Zhang Shihua to stand on a high slope on a horse, and he was familiar with the enemy's situation after fighting with Badulu, so he couldn't help but point in the direction of the officers and soldiers, and explained to Zhang Shihua like this.

When Zhang Shihua heard this, he nodded silently, but he couldn't help but think in his heart, "Polo Timur, the first warlord who led his army into the capital of Yuan Dadu to expel the crown prince of Yuanmeng under the banner of the Qing monarch?" But I don't know if it's 'difficult to live up to the fame'. ”

Thinking like this in his heart, Zhang Shihua waved his sword, and he couldn't help but command the 5,000 soldiers and horses of the two clans of Guo Yu, Meng Haima, and Deng Xu, as well as the 4,000 soldiers and horses under his tent, a total of 9,000 soldiers and horses, and drove out of the camp to meet Polo's army.

At this time, Polo not only had 3,000 elite cavalry under his account, but also more than 10,000 new recruits newly allocated to him, adding up to more than 13,000 soldiers and horses.

More than 13,000 men faced the 9,000 soldiers and horses of the black-clothed army, although it was said that the officers and soldiers did not have an absolute advantage in terms of strength. But after all, there are 4,000 more people, so Meng Haima, who has not really seen the combat power of the black-clothed army, is still very worried about whether he wins or loses.

But fortunately, in comparison, Zhang Shihua placed him on the enemy's weakest right flank, so that at least he didn't have to worry about the enemy's cavalry.

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"Hey, the black-clothed thief on the other side was originally Bao Tian, a thousand households in Jingmen, and before the war, I came to inform you on the order of the young marshal of my family. Kill together, the sword soldiers have no eyes, if you know each other, you will quickly surrender, and you can save a life. If you still have to resist stubbornly, when you get off the knife and axe, you don't have to regret it! ”

Before the start of the war, in order to boost morale and suppress the enemy's arrogance, Polo couldn't help but send a thousand members of the tent to shout at Zhang Shihua and them.

For this, after Zhang Shihua himself smiled disdainfully, he couldn't help but summon a soldier under the tent, gave him two orders, and gave him a package, and then couldn't help but let him go out to reply.

"Yo, those two tartars. Listen, grandpa's name is Hu Yidao, and he is a pawn in the black-clothed army. Grandpa, I just received an order from my general, to return this Tartar head called Sumu to you. Saying this, this Hu knife opened the package, and he couldn't help revealing the head of the plain wood wrapped in it. Then he saw that he had brought the package with him, and threw the head on the ground in public.

"Those two tartars, I'll listen to the laborers. My general, my lord, also asked me to tell you, if you want to fight, stand still, don't talk useless nonsense. Yesterday this Tartar named Sumu did the same stupid thing, and then he died! After shouting and saying this, the soldier Hu Yidao couldn't help but return to the military formation.

When a group of black-clothed soldiers saw this scene, they were amused by Hu Yidao's fake tiger might. But when they saw that the enemy was deflated, they still couldn't help but raise their arms and shout.

"Good thief, daring enough!" Under the banner of the officers and soldiers, Polo, who led the army to supervise the battle, saw this scene, and after scolding so indignantly, he couldn't help but see him waving his sword and shouting: "Soldiers, for the sake of the court, kill the thief for me!" ”

"Kill the thief!" Hearing this order, the officers and soldiers who were aroused by the anger of the Hu Yidao no longer suppressed the anger in their hearts. Everyone roared like this, and they couldn't help but dance their swords and raise their swords to rush towards the black-clothed army.

Seeing this, Zhang Shihua, who was supervising the battle in the black-clothed army, pointed the sword in his hand and shouted "Kill Tartar", and the dull and loud war drums couldn't help but sound from the black-clothed army. Hearing the sound of these incomparably loud war drums, thousands of black-clothed sergeants couldn't help but form a huge military formation, orderly and quickly pressing towards the rushing enemy.

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"Kill!" The earth-shattering shouts of killing couldn't help but resound at the confluence of the Rui River and the White River. At this time, the officers and soldiers and the black-clothed army were like two torrents of different colors, and they collided together with an unstoppable force.

"Kill!" The roars of the warriors were so deafening. Because of the formation of the military formation, the first of the two armies to engage in a confrontation were naturally those sword and shield bearers who were strong, wearing heavy armor, and wielding heavy weapons such as swords and halberds.

These are the most elite and courageous beings in an army. So strictly speaking, whether the two armies fight or lose is actually based on whether the two swords and shields win or lose.

After all, they were wearing the best armor, holding the finest weapons in their hands, and the most elite backbone of their army. If the backbone of the army like them fails, the remaining people who are furry will naturally have some hope of turning defeat into victory.

So whenever the war starts, except for the commander-level generals like Zhang Shihua and Polo, the rest of the generals have to stay with the sword and shield men in the headquarters. They are not required to fight side by side with the soldiers and work together to kill the enemy, but they must stay with these brave soldiers to boost their morale.

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"Kill the Tartar!" At the forefront of the position of the Chinese army of the black-clothed army, Zhang Mingtong, who was the deputy of Zhang Shihua's account and was born in the Zhang family, roared so angrily, wearing armor and plate armor, he couldn't help but wave the heavy golden gourd hammer in his hand, and smashed the head of an enemy in front of him with a hammer.

The skull was icked, and the red and white things were suddenly contaminated with Zhang Mingtong's hammer, and when Zhang Mingtong saw this, he also rushed to kill more and more violently.

Because he knows that in today's black-clothed army, merit is the foundation of promotion, not the intimate relationship with Zhang Shihua.

For example, Zhang Zhi and Chen Hanlang, who have been regarded as dark horses in the black-clothed army these days, these two people who have just been promoted to the officials of a thousand households, which one of them is from the Inspection Department, and they are not all appreciated and promoted by their own military exploits.

Besides, even if it is about the relationship between relatives and relatives, the one in the whole army who can be compared is one year younger than Zhang Shihua, and Zhang Shihui, who has been following Zhang Shihua like a fart since he can remember.

But Zhang Shihui is not the one with the lowest status among the three major households, and after he violated the military law, Zhang Shihua, as his brother, did not punish him severely.

Therefore, in such an environment, Zhang Mingtong, who has been guarding Nanyang for a long time and has not made any meritorious contributions these days, can't help but feel a deep sense of crisis.

Although judging from his close relationship with Zhang Shihua, as long as he himself does not die, then judging from Zhang Shihua's nostalgic character, as long as Zhang Shihua himself still has soldiers and horses and does not fail in the troubled times, then it will be certain to ensure that Zhang Mingtong is rich and prosperous all his life.

But as it is often said, "man's pursuit of beauty never stops". In the past, Zhang Shihua was just a small inspection from the ninth grade, so he Zhang Mingtong, the clan general of the Zhang family, naturally hoped to be a housekeeper or a small landlord for the Zhang family.

But now is different, since following Zhang Shihua to rebel, seeing the world that he couldn't think of before, and becoming a big husband who guards a prefecture and a city with the power of a thousand armies, he is a rich man

Naturally, it is impossible to satisfy him anymore.

So in such a situation, he naturally longed for merit in his heart.

Of course, Zhang Mingtong himself is a person who is extremely loyal to Zhang Shihua and knows how to advance and retreat. Therefore, he never expected Zhang Shihua to reward him for no reason, let alone the ambition to replace Zhao Jiu and Guo Yu. He just hopes that he can keep up with Zhang Shihua's pace and not be left behind.

Of course, if you talk about ambition, Zhang Mingtong does have a big ambition in his heart.

Ever since he recognized the words, read some history books under the guidance of Zhang Shihua, and read some dramas and novels when he had nothing to do, he couldn't help but have an idea in his heart.

That is, "Since Liu Bang can become the emperor through rebellion in the chaotic times of the pro-end period, then it is not possible for his own general to become an emperor if he is so wise and powerful." After this idea came out in his life, it suddenly became the greatest desire that he Zhang Mingtong hid in his heart.

Think about it, "If the master of his family becomes the emperor, then according to the drama, then he Zhang Mingtong will be the earliest hero from the dragon." When that day comes, he, Zhang Mingtong, a farmer, is estimated to be able to become a waiting uncle or something. When that day really comes, it will really be the glory of the ancestors, and the carp will jump into the dragon gate. ”

Of course, Zhang Mingtong only thinks about this kind of thing when he is dreaming. He is a pure martial artist, and under Zhang Shihua's teaching over the years, he is very good at marching and fighting, training and leading soldiers, and smashing people with a hammer. But in addition, it was difficult for him to go to the county seat to be a county magistrate or a lord or something.

So the question of how to assist Zhang Shihua to become the Son of Heaven is too profound for a martial artist like Zhang Mingtong, even if you kill him, he can't think of it.

But martial artists, there is no need to think about it so much, after Zhang Shihua gave the order, he just had to carry it out.

This is not because after he received Zhang Shihua's military order to kill the enemy bravely and defeat the enemy no matter what, he couldn't help but take the lead and lead the soldiers under his tent to kill.

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"Die!" After roaring all his life and killing an enemy with another hammer, he looked to the left and right, and he couldn't help but shout and ordered: "Keep me in formation, and then rush forward with me to kill." Forty paces ahead, there is a thousand households of Tartars, and we will slaughter them first. ”

"Yes!" Hearing his order, a group of black-clothed soldiers chanted a fat promise, and then gathered around him and rushed forward with him to kill him.

I have to say that the general is the courage of the soldiers, and in the period of cold weapons, the bravery of the main general did play a great role. After the black-clothed soldiers gathered around Zhang Mingtong, they were inspired by Zhang Mingtong, and they also inspired great courage, and they were all like tigers descending from the mountain.

And under their fierce attack without fear of death, their own front could not help but advance more than ten steps forward.

In this regard, the officers and soldiers on the opposite side of the new army could not help but react immediately. Therefore, these officers and soldiers who have not yet been corrupted and dare to fight and dare to fight in the new army can't help but rush towards Zhang Mingtong's location more and more frantically.

And for this, Zhang Mingtong, who has already killed the red eye, is also not afraid. Relying on thick armor, strong soldiers, great strength, and bravery, Zhang Mingtong, who was red-eyed, couldn't help but rush left and right in the enemy group.

"Kill the Tartar!" After smashing the head of an officer and soldier with another hammer, Zhang Mingtong, who was killed, couldn't help but look up to the sky and shouted: "I am Zhang Mingtong, deputy of Nanyang Mansion, and that one rushed to fight me!" ”

The roar was as loud as thunder. And hearing such a roar, the Qianhu official on the other side couldn't help but light up his eyes.

"That thief turned out to be a pair of ten thousand households, if you can kill this thief, it will be a great achievement." Thinking like this in his heart, with a wave of his hand, the thousands of household officials couldn't help but press all the guards under the tent.