Looking at Guo Yu and them, whose clothes and armor were stained with blood, Zhang Shihua's heart that had been hanging couldn't help but let go. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He thought that the duel with Badulu would be a tragic battle, but he didn't expect everything to go so smoothly.

Not only did he take the county town without blood, but Guo Yu also made a successful start for him. Such a succession of smoothness can't help but fill his heart with the confidence of victory.

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"Pass the order, let the soldiers set up camp, and before long, there will be a big battle to be fought." Although his heart was full of confidence in victory, the calm Zhang Shihua still gave the order to set up camp.

He knew that Badulu would definitely come to the door, so he didn't need to be in a hurry, just wait for work.

And then, as expected, only an hour passed. Knowing that his vanguard army had been defeated, Badulu couldn't help but lead his soldiers and horses, and came to an open area a few miles away from the black-clothed military camp with a cautious attitude.

Perhaps it was because of the fiasco of the vanguard army that he was frightened, so after leading the army to kill, he did not choose to start a war with Zhang Shihua at the first time. Instead, he set up camp in the open area cautiously and steadily, and put on a posture of fighting a protracted war.

In this regard, the scouts sent by Zhang Shihua and their scouts went back and forth like a small fight for a few times, and then they ignored it.

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At night, in the camp of nearly 30,000 officers and soldiers a few miles away from the black-clothed army camp, under a luxurious tent, nearly half a hundred years old, with a large waist and a round waist, a standard Yuanmeng appearance, and a bold beard, the Pingzhang political affairs of Sichuan Province answered the loss of Badulu, and at this time was also sitting on the handsome seat with great majesty.

And having said that, I can't help but introduce you to the loss of Badulu and his glorious family.

Answer: The family of Badulu can be said to be one of the most noble military nobles in the Yuanmeng Empire. Since his great-grandfather Tai'er, their family has inherited the official position of Wanhu, and it is also since his great-grandfather Tai'er, his family has never cut off high-ranking officials at the level of Pingzhang (that is to say, since his grandfather's grandfather, their family has never broken the commander of the military region).

Therefore, as far as the Yuanmeng Empire exists for a day, and the bloodline of the Golden Family is still sitting on the dragon chair, then it is impossible for their family to decline.

Because their family is truly the existence of the same relatives with the country, and the existence of the real co-rule with the Son of Heaven.

It is said that to a family like them, which is already noble and extreme, there should be a generation of decay and depravity in the clan. After all, even the bloodline of the former golden family and Genghis Khan has become corrupt and degenerate, let alone a military family like them.

You must know that in the Yuanmeng Empire, there are too many military families who are hereditary like them, and the children of their families have fallen to the point that they can't ride horses and draw bows.

However, what is surprising is that the family that answered the loss of Badulu did not fall. Not only did he not fall, but his family was still able to produce many people.

For example, his father, Nangatai. Friends who know history generally know that this is a well-known intellectual and bibliophile in the Yuan and Mongolian dynasties. It is said that this guy who loves books as much as his life has exhausted his life's strength and collected 370,000 books in the family.

370,000 volumes, what a concept. Let me tell you this, counting upwards from the fall of the Qing Dynasty, you will not find a second person who has more books than his family except the emperor.

Therefore, it is precisely for this reason that intellectuals of all ethnic groups in the Yuan and Mongolian empires often go to the family of Badulu to borrow books.

After all, their family has too many precious and rare unique books.

And because of this, Nangatai not only left a huge amount of intellectual wealth to his family, but also established a broad network for his family descendants unconsciously. As a result, since his generation, the influence of their family has not only been limited to the military, but also unconsciously expanded to the political circles and the literati circle. Whatever the reason for the painstaking effort to collect these books in the first place, the practice of collecting books and passing them on to his descendants can be said to be a very wise one. And it is precisely because of a father that Badu Luzi, who was born in the door, is also really proficient in the art of war and reads the whole book. Because in terms of the types and quantities of books on the art of war in the world, even today's Yuanmeng Tianzi is not as good as their family in this regard.

And what is even more rare is that because of the help of the family, he is not just a person who talks on paper. He is still a very capable person, otherwise he would not have left such a famous name in the history of the late Yuan Dynasty, and later killed high-ranking generals of the Red Turban Army like Wang Xianzhong and Luo Wensu. However, at this time, there are still several years before the peak of Badulu, and he has only just been promoted to Pingzhang by the imperial court.

So when facing an opponent like Zhang Shihua, he still has to show all his skills.

After all, the soldiers and horses that had just been defeated by Guo Yu and them during the day were the extremely elite Tanma Red Army under his account. This army is the most elite of the troops outside of the new recruits under his account.

But even so, such an elite army was still defeated by Guo Yu and others so easily.

After the enemy showed such strength, it was not prudent to answer the Badulu.

Therefore, at this moment, the answering Badulu, who was sitting on the main seat, looked at a scribe under the tent, and couldn't help but ask him aloud: "Tingjie, you are my wise trust, and you are really a strategist in my army. But I don't know what you have to do to deal with this thief in black? Under the account, he offered a plan to help answer the loss of Badulu to pacify the land of Xiangjing, and helped to answer the loss of Badulu to recruit the righteous army, and Song Tingjie, who was regarded as a military adviser and think tank by answering the loss of Badulu, heard this. After getting up and bending down to answer the loss of Badulu, he couldn't help but say: "Back to Lord Marshal's words, from the perspective of his subordinates, this black-clothed thief is different from Meng Haima. "This thief is brave and brave, and he knows how to buy the hearts of the people by relying on small profits, and he is quite popular in Nanyang Mansion. Therefore, if you want to eliminate this thief, you must not be in a hurry, but you must take it step by step and fight steadily. It is necessary to overwhelm others with momentum, and only in this way can we win. ”

Saying this, Song Tingjie couldn't help but make another gesture at Badulu.

However, after hearing his words, Badulu's face was a little gloomy.

"Step by step, steady and steady. Tingjie, what do you mean, I don't recommend that Ben Shuai fight with the black-clothed army now. ”

"Marshal, you also saw today that this black-clothed thief is very elite and cannot be easily defeated. Therefore, his subordinates felt that it was best to delay for some time, wait until the 20,000 righteous soldiers and horses in Jingmen also went north, and then defeat them on the battlefield with absolute superiority. ”

"............" Hearing Song Tingjie's words, Badulu closed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the armrest of a handsome chair made of high-quality sandalwood, but he couldn't help but be silent.

"Mr. Song, you can't help but increase the prestige of others and destroy your own morale. When we first arrived in the land of Xiangjing, there were no more than 3,000 soldiers and horses. But even so, in the end, his father did not lead us to defeat Meng Haima's 100,000 thief army. Seeing that his father was silent and experienced a big victory, Polo Timur, who was still a little arrogant, couldn't help but say a word to Song Tingjie.

And when Song Tingjie heard Polo's words, he hugged his fist at Polo, and couldn't help explaining: "Young marshal, this black-clothed thief is different from Meng Haima. Although the Menghai horse occupies the land of Xiangjing, it was once claimed to have 100,000 soldiers and horses. But the thieves under Meng Haima's tent are just hungry people begging for food, and they are thieves for Meng Haima's bewitchment, and their essence is nothing more than a rabble. ”

"In addition, the marshal's art of war and strategy are also first-class, and with the help of the wealthy people of Xiangjing, the time and place are favorable, and our army is in place, so our army can defeat Meng Haima's thief army so smoothly. But the black-clothed thieves are different, most of these thieves are old thieves who are desperate to follow the pseudo-general Zhang Shihua to make trouble. ”

"Not to mention that these people can fight well, under the bewitchment of Zhang Shihua's thief, they have a prestige in Nanyang that far surpasses Meng Haima's. So much so that in Nanyang Mansion, outside of the two states of Deng and Tang, the remaining wealthy families simply did not have the ability or did not want to assist the imperial court. ”

"In such a situation, it is indeed a very risky thing for us to rashly start a war with the black-clothed thieves."

"The stakes are high. Hahaha, it's really ridiculous, I'm not waiting for a martial artist to pin his head to the waistband of his pants. If he was afraid of the risk, his father would not have brought 3,000 Tanma Red Army to the east to this land of Xiangjing! After Polo said this, he couldn't help but stare at Song Tingjie who was facing him with sharp eyes.

And the rest of the generals in the tent saw the two of them like this, with the blessing of Polo's identity, these people didn't want to think about it, so they stood on Polo's side, and one by one they raised their voices and echoed: "The young marshal is right, I'm not waiting for the martial artist to pin his head to the waistband of his trousers to make a name for himself." ”

"What happened to Meng Haima at the beginning, it wasn't that I was waiting to kill the fart and urine, panicking like a lost dog."

"Young Marshal, he's right. Marshal, fighting on the battlefield, the soldiers earn just a breath, we can't show cowardice at this time! ”

One after another battlefield veterans echoed it like this, and seeing this scene, Badulu, who was sitting high in the main seat and had been closing his eyes to recuperate, couldn't help but slowly open his eyes, and a gleam of hard to hide flashed in his eyes.

"Knock~~" After opening his eyes, Badulu gently knocked on the sandalwood armrest. Hearing this slightly dull voice, everyone, including his son Polo, couldn't help but close their mouths for the first time and obediently lowered their heads.

Seeing this, Badulu nodded silently, and then couldn't help but say: "It's already this time, and tomorrow's battle must be fought." But since we want to fight, we must win, and we must get back the face and morale we lost today. ”

"So, I don't know if you are willing to lead your troops to battle?" Saying this, he couldn't help but glance at the generals under the account when he lost Badulu.

"The child is willing to fight for his father!" As soon as the words fell, Polo, who was the eldest son of the concubine and was loved by Badulu and had always been taught by his side, couldn't help but be the first to stand up.

And the rest of the generals saw Polo stand up, and Polo had already paid attention to them in their hearts, and they couldn't help but silently retract the foot they wanted to step out.

After all, they didn't want to tie up with the young marshal Polo because of this.

And let's talk about the loss of Badulu's side. When he, as the lord of the army, saw that his son was the first to stand up, under the influence of blood kinship, he couldn't help but nod with relief.

"Yes, since Wu'er recommended himself as Mao, then tomorrow's battle will also be handed over to you. In addition to the 3,000 cavalry in your own headquarters, the more than 10,000 recruits in the army are also under your command. So wait until tomorrow, you're going to defeat those black-clad thieves who don't know the height of the sky anyway, understand? ”

"The child obeys!" Hearing that his father had temporarily handed over even the most elite new army under his command to him, Polo, whose confidence had skyrocketed, couldn't help but sing a promise with joy.

Seeing that he was like this, he was old and his energy was not as good as before, and after smiling and instructing his son, he couldn't help but wave his hand to let the generals retreat, ending the discussion before the battle.

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There was no word all night, and after a few fights were heard in an orderly manner in the silent night, the rising sun couldn't help but show its head from the east.

When the day was bright, when all the soldiers of the two armies climbed out of the tents one after another, the Diao Dou used for patrolling at night turned into a tool for cooking, and made a full but definitely not delicious breakfast for the soldiers of the two armies.

However, the two sergeants did not complain in the slightest. After all, in this year, it is already rare to be able to eat a belly round without starving.

So, when the food in the kettle is cooked, it is scooped into the rice bowl of a famous soldier or casually soaked in the helmet of a famous soldier by a spoon-like bucket. These hungry soldiers who got up early in the morning couldn't help but gather in groups according to the team, and each of them buried their heads in eating.

This morning, the amount of porridge and rice was very large, not only was it very sufficient, but those damn men and soldiers who would tremble when they scooped meat vegetables one night also added some salty pickles to their porridge and rice. And when they saw these pickles, the officers and soldiers also knew that they were going to fight again today.

So in the next, some experienced veterans who usually eat like starving ghosts reincarnated, can't help but chew and eat slowly, and rarely only eat eight points full.

They don't want to die, so they don't want to eat too much or eat too quickly, and let their stomachs play tricks on themselves while they wait for the desperate fight, that will kill people.