The silver jade plate moved all the way to the west, and half of its body was already hidden under the western sky of the sea and sky; The sky overhead was as dark as thick ink, and the darkest hour before dawn had arrived.

Walking among the more and more hazy trees, flowers and trees, Chu Fan's mind was clear, and the sense of boredom disappeared.

Being an enemy of the Tartars, this seemingly terrifying thought was deeply engraved in Chu Fan's mind at this moment.

Chu Fan, who is well versed in the general trend of future history, knows better than others how arduous this task is: Northeast Asia in this era, and to some extent, it can even be said that the Manchurian Tatars are the most powerful existence in terms of military force on the earth in this era.

The hard life between the white mountains and black waters has sharpened their physique and strengthened their will.

They are natural warriors with the physical strength and attack power of Siberian tigers; Whether it is mounted or infancied, whether it is a bow or a mace, whether it is a dignified formation or a straddle of soldiers, they can use it with ease.

The pressure of survival gives them a strong fighting spirit and morale; The seemingly simple Gushan Niulu system allows them to command directly and efficiently; The white armor and red armor of heroes based on the results of battle, and even the corresponding trophy distribution system made the entire Tartar society vibrant and full of martial spirit.

From the beginning of the thirteen sets of armor to the present, the Tartars have fought every year, and they have rich experience in actual combat, and no army in this era can match it; The perennial conquest has also cultivated a large number of famous generals with a keen sense of smell on the battlefield and the ability to make bold decisions for these barbarians who have just come out of the mountains and forests; The older generation of Huang Taiji, Dai Shan, and Mang Gurtai have not yet withered, while the younger generation of Haoge, Duoduo, and Yue Tuo can't wait to grow up.

To be an enemy of such an army is anyone's nightmare!

But Chu Fan had to set himself this arduous and slim goal - to defeat the Tartars!

Because only in this way can he inject soul into the fledgling army of the Escort Force!

As he said to Liu Zhongwen after the Battle of Tibetan Horse Stream, money can't buy loyalty, can't buy desperate bloody battles, and can't buy the ideal of dedicating one's life.

And for the escort team, these Liaodong refugees who have a deep hatred of blood, what else. More than defeating the Tartars to stimulate their blood and fighting spirit? Can they fight to the death even more? Can they fight for it with their lives?

Only this goal can completely solve the biggest problem of the convoy now - the question of what it is fighting for!

The mourning army will win, hatred has always been the best medicine to build a hundred battles!

In the western sky, the jade disk had been completely hidden under the skyline, and the darkness could not be dissolved. A glimmer of white light appeared in the eastern sky.

Since there is no choice, come on!

Let me use my knowledge and skills beyond the times to build an elite that can compete with the Tartars, and save the sky for the Han nation!

Chu Fan took a deep breath, rubbed his swollen temples that he was thinking about, and began to plan the escort team-oh no, it should be called the Fuliao Army now! A loud military horn can stimulate the soldiers' sense of belonging and honor to the greatest extent -- the future, of course, is also the future of his Chu Fan.

To deal with the Tartars. The easiest way is to join the army, but this is a path that Chu Fan does not consider.

Because the Ming Dynasty has been rotten from top to bottom, such as Wang Tingxian, Cai Zhifu and the like, in addition to blocking the soldiers who are fighting in the front, what else can they do?

Whether it is Xiong Tingbi or Sun Chengzong, they are not defeated in a head-to-head confrontation with Tartars, but at the hands of their colleagues in Beijing City! The cold arrow from behind is far more powerful than the open spear that stabs in front of you!

The most typical is Mao Wenlong and Mao Dashuai. From scratch, he created a huge Dongjiang town, living hundreds of thousands of Liaodong refugees. Lighting fires everywhere in the Tartars' backyard is seen as a thorn in the flesh by the Tartars.

But now, this Pingliao general is getting deeper and deeper in the whirlpool of quarrels with the civilian clique and the competition for food with the Guanning army, and it is difficult to extricate himself! And finally next year, Yuan Inspector, who has always looked down on him, was beheaded in Shuangdao, and helped Tartar do something that Huang Taiji wanted to do but couldn't do!

Chu Fan didn't want to be beheaded, so he could only choose to stay away from the Ming officialdom.

This is destined for the future development of the convoy. You can only take an independent road!

The convoy is currently very weak compared to the Tartars.

Its current task is not to fight the Tartars immediately with the Rummy Gun, but to quietly accumulate strength and actual combat experience to prepare for a fatal blow to the Tartars in the future.

Therefore, the mission objectives of the Fuliao Army in recent years have not changed: first, to actively support the Kishidanyi army of Amakusa Shiro Toshisada against the shogunate, and to ensure the interests of the East India Company in Japan. It is also possible to rapidly increase actual combat experience and train officers at all levels.

The second is to ensure the safety of the Ushidao base -- without a safe production base, there will be no way to continuously earn money to raise troops, let alone build a complete military industrial system that can support the great plan of recovering Liao.

The third is to explore the establishment of an ideological and political system for the restoration of the Liao Army -- the great goal has been set, and how to make every soldier strive for this goal at all times is a problem that must be faced.

Looking at the white belly of the fish gradually emerging in the eastern sky, the corners of Chu Fan's mouth moved slightly and smiled.

Although he never thought of becoming an instructor in his previous life, he was well aware of the main responsibilities of this grassroots political work cadre, so in order to establish the ideological and political system of the Fuliao Army, the political work department and the propaganda department were indispensable.

Of course, in addition to talking, you have to do it!

The so-called action is to let the whole Fuliao army see its own efforts and even the efforts of the East India Company to fight against the Tartars.

In fact, this thing has already begun to be done - isn't the rice shop located in Lushunkou just to solve the worries of those anti-Tartar heroes in Dongjiang Town?

Rice can be sold, why can't weapons and equipment be sold?

Chu Fan believed that the soldiers of Dongjiang Town, who had eaten enough and were equipped with flint and reluctant, would inflict greater and more violent damage on the Tartars!

As for the biggest crisis that was about to come in Dongjiang Town—the killing of Mao Wenlong—Chu Fan couldn't think of any way to avoid it.

There are too many people and things involved in this kind of internal system, and it is not something that can be changed by a small show of his family.

Of course, he can't help anything, at least write letters to Xu Guangqi and Sun Yuanhua to explain the importance of Mao Wenlong, and ask them to find a way to influence Yuan Chonghuan through different channels, which can be tried, but I hope it's not too big - with Yuan Chonghuan's extremely stubborn character, it's strange that he can listen to different opinions.

On the other hand, he tried to find a way to meet Mao Wenlong, and then persuaded him to be careful about the new governor of Jiliao to see if he could escape the catastrophe of the two islands.

There was not much hope for either path, but Chu Fan still decided to do it.

As long as he does his best, even if he still can't change history, Chu Fan can say to himself, do his best, no regrets!

After letting out a sigh of relief, Chu Fan looked at the eastern sky.

There, a red sun is popping up! (To be continued.) )