The first touch of fish belly white appeared between the mountains and rivers in the east.

Ye Yingwu stood on the high platform with his sword, and in front of him, in addition to the black Mongolian camp and the open wasteland in the background, there was also a neat row of incense cases. It's just that all the incense burners are not filled with incense.

There were already condensed dewdrops on Ye Yingwu's clothes and armor, and the soldiers in all compartments had already cooked. The smoke in the Mongolian camp on the opposite side was still rising, and Ye Yingwu really couldn't think for a while that these Mongolian cavalrymen who liked to nibble on beef and drink mare's milk wine every day had anything to burn, but looking at the dense and cloud-covering posture on the opposite side, it was in stark contrast to the sparse and rising pillars of smoke in the major camps here, Ye Yingwu already knew in his heart that nine out of ten out of ten were there to deter his family.

Su Liuyi came in a hurry under the support of the generals of the Anji Army, he didn't expect Ye Yingwu to make a fuss in the early morning, and the surprise on the faces of the generals of the Tianwu Army around him was exactly the same as himself, Ye Yingwu didn't inform the Anji Army, why didn't even the generals of the Tianwu Army know?

Although there are doubts in my heart, after all, the big war is imminent, and it is estimated that the Mongolian battalion on the opposite side will come out of the camp to start a war in a short time, but no matter what, it can be regarded as giving Ye Yingwu a little time to boost morale.

Perhaps surprised by the strange performance of the Song army here, Ah Shu had already sent more than a dozen rangers to investigate, but before he arrived at the periphery of the Song army's camp, half of them folded into the pit that Lu Xiufu had dug yesterday. The rangers who were lucky enough to escape were quite smart, and they approached Macheng directly along the zigzag path that the Song army walked yesterday, but the cavalry of the hundred battles who were waiting for the battle were very face-saving, and even if the Mongolian rangers were arrogant, they did not dare to shake the cavalry team of five hundred people with only five or six people, so they simply turned their horses around and retreated.

Fortunately, Ye Yingwu's order to Jiang Tie was to expel him, and seeing that the rangers were hanging far away and did not dare to approach, Jiang Tie calmly commanded the cavalry to shoot a round of arrows and retreated.

The men on the grassland like a hard-fought duel, since they couldn't hear what Ye Yingwu was pretending to be a ghost to do, Ah Shu simply didn't bother to care about the Song army, but it was the pits that appeared one after another that attracted his attention, and sent hundreds of Mongolian cavalry to investigate, but because there were hundreds of cavalry staring at it from a distance with bad intentions, these Mongolian cavalry could only barely fill a few pits close to their camp, and those outside the Song army's camp were also helpless. can only let the charging soldiers ask for more blessings.

Ye Yingwu didn't care about Ah Shu's temptation at all, his eyes stayed on the incense case in front of him from beginning to end, and there were several tablets lined up on the incense case. The sound of footsteps behind him sounded, accompanied by the slight sound of the iron pieces of the armor colliding, and he didn't need to look to know that it was Su Liuyi who came. The brave general who watched the countless good sons of the Anji army rushing towards the enemy without hesitation yesterday had stopped, and perhaps he was also shocked by the names on the tablets.

On the incense case in the middle, there are three tablets, in the middle is "Yue Fei, the former Wumu King of the Great Song Dynasty", on the left is "Han Shizhong, the former king of the Great Song Dynasty", and on the right is "Yu Yunwen, the former prime minister of the Great Song Dynasty". If these three tablets alone are not enough to shock Su Liuyi, because if Su Liuyi is allowed to worship, it is estimated that there are ten ** The same is true, but what really shocked him was that on the other incense case, the first one was "Chi Chongshan, the deputy commander of the Anji Army of the Great Song Dynasty", and every tablet in the future is also the commander of the Anji Army who died in battle yesterday, Yu Hou, and Dutou, and even the two tablets at the end use "The heroes and martyrs of the Anji Army of the Great Song Dynasty" to represent more soldiers.

Seeing that Lu Xiufu and Wen Tianxiang were coming slowly, their faces were surprisingly calm and solemn, and then looking at the tablets that were simple but seemed to exude supreme brilliance, every word on the tablets was an iron hook and silver stroke, strong and powerful, Su Liuyi knew whose masterpiece it was.

"Thank you." As soon as the brave general who commanded the envoy from the official to the first army spoke, his voice was trembling, not only his voice, but even his body was trembling, his eyes swept over the tablets, and then fixed on Ye Yingwu, who was standing in front of half of the gods.

Behind him, the Anji Army and the Tianwu Army have already reorganized their formations, except for the 1,000 soldiers who are temporarily under the command of Lu Xiufu, only these 8,000 soldiers can be killed today, but the equipment in their hands can be said to be the absolute pinnacle of this era. The fireball crossbow, bed crossbow, divine arm crossbow, and assault musket are intertwined with fireball crossbows, and the firepower of the Mongolian cavalry is enough to inflict huge damage on the Mongol cavalry before it rushes to its side, and the Seiko step armor, chain mail, and the long and short combination of Pu knife, Mo knife, and iron spear can bring the tactics of infantry to the extreme against cavalry.

Wen Tianxiang is Wen Tianxiang after all, and he didn't pay attention to the generals of the two Huaishui divisions with black faces like carbon, and forcibly emptied the gunpowder depots and arsenals of the two Huaishui divisions, and even forcibly ordered the assault rifles and divine arm crossbows of many soldiers. Perhaps he knew in his heart that the Tianwu Army might never come back, so he went up to Zhang Shijie and Xia Song, and down to the ordinary soldiers of the two Huaishui divisions, all of them were willing. And what is even more surprising is that Fan Wenhu, who has always liked to work against Jiang Wanli's party, just complained a few words professionally, and was dumbfounded by Zhang Shijie and a group of generals.

Ye Yingwu turned around, Wen Tianxiang had already lit the incense in his hand and solemnly handed it to Ye Yingwu. On the other side, Lu Xiufu directly ignored Su Liuyi's somewhat complaining gaze and calmly handed him the incense. Su Liuyi was stunned for a moment, although he didn't know it, he still didn't hesitate to solemnly stretch out his hands and take it.

It's just three sticks of incense, but it's as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Ye Yingwu quietly looked at the silent 8,000 soldiers below, and the Anji soldiers would remember that yesterday, the old soldiers who were gag and cunning on weekdays did not hesitate to block behind them, and used their flesh and blood to meet the overwhelming Mongolian cavalry, and their hearts were already full of blood. And the Tianwu sergeant is an elite soldier selected by the state capitals of Jiangnan West Road, how can he not be enthusiastic at this time?

Turning around, Ye Yingwu said loudly: "Today, a certain Ye Yingwu, on behalf of the eight thousand fearless warriors of the Anji Army and the Tianwu Army, worship all the martyrs and heroes, and look at the misty heroic souls in the sky, bless my army, destroy the withered and decayed, like a broken bamboo, and win the flag!" ”

In the morning, the cold wind blew his robes, and the hunt tossed.

Smoke swirled up.

Ye Yingwu and Su Liuyi bowed deeply almost at the same time.

The 8,000 soldiers in the audience almost followed, and there were no more tears or grief in everyone's eyes, but instead solemnity and solemnity, a kind of heartfelt admiration and heartfelt prayer for the heroic souls in heaven.

Six incense sticks were inserted into the two incense burners, and as the wind prevailed, the incense not only did not break, but became more and more vigorous, and the thin pillar of smoke became thicker and thicker, as if there was really a heroic spirit on it, bless these eight thousand warriors who were destined to be in the realm of bones.

Su Liuyi handed Ye Yingwu a trusting look, Ye Yingwu subconsciously grinned, but found that the smile that had become a habit at any time could not be shown, so he simply reined in:

"Soldiers, I asked you, are you afraid?"

There was silence below, and no one dared to look directly at Ye Yingwu's burning gaze. Ye Yingwu smiled lightly, as if he was laughing at himself, and as if he had expected it. At that moment, the young envoy was a little excessive, casually pointing at a simple and honest Tianwu soldier in the audience: "Tell me, so-and-so is your boss, no matter what you say, so-and-so will not blame you." ”

The soldier suddenly blushed, just lowered his head, and said in a slurred voice: "Envoy ・・・・・・, you really don't blame me?" ”

"Flutter!" There was a chuckle all around, but the voice was muffled again.

"How can someone go back on his word, let alone have 8,000 soldiers here." Ye Yingwu pretended to be annoyed, and his tone didn't feel a little cold.

The soldier was startled, and his tone was still trembling: "Qiyu ・・・・・・ Qiyu envoy, to be honest, his subordinates are really ・・・・・・ really afraid of ・・・・・・."

But no one around laughed, for this timid answer undoubtedly spoke to the hearts of all of them. In that passionate heart, there is always a deep fear that is not hidden. Who doesn't know that the Mongol Tatars on the other side are murderous and ferocious? Who doesn't know how many fierce soldiers have been broken under their hands? How can you not be afraid of a person.

However, Ye Yingwu was not as angry as the soldiers imagined, but squatted down and said in an appreciative tone: "Okay, let me ask you again, why did you join the Tianwu Army?" Was it forcibly sent by the local state capital? ”

"It's not! The subordinates are the strongest in the county! Besides, the food and salary of the Tianwu Army is much more than that of a small village soldier, and the subordinates have to fight hard to win a reputation, so that they can go home and marry Chunni next door! The soldier blurted out without hesitation, as if he was always depressed when he didn't say these words, "But・・・・・・ but this time his subordinates know that they may never see Chunni again・・・・・・ they won't see Chunni again・・・・・・"

The soldier's voice became smaller and smaller, although he heard the name of "Chunni", but no one laughed, how could there not be a "Chunni" in their hearts? Even if the girl's name is more like a sow's name, even if the girl is just the object of her own secret thoughts in her dreams. And in addition to "Chunni", there is also a mother at home, a brother who is not a child, and a sister who is to be married・・・・・・

Ye Yingwu was silent for a moment, and then said softly: "But, do you know what will happen if we don't stand here, rush forward with our knives, and rush forward without hesitation?" ”

There was still silence below, but everyone from the generals to the soldiers began to think subconsciously.

And Ye Yingwu stood up, his voice loud and passionate: "What will they do?!" They will kill all our loved ones, they will destroy our sisters, they will burn down our houses, they will enslave our brothers, they will crush the bones of the heroes we have just memoried, they will stand next to the bloody corpses of our loved ones and laugh at our incompetence! Today, here, under this bright sky, I, Ye Yingwu, take you and rush forward with a knife without hesitation, just to avoid all this! Not only do we have to cut those sons of bitches in half, but we also have to go back safely and happily with honor and reward, to honor your mother, and to marry your Chunni! Follow me, kill all the Tartars! ”

Su Liuyi's face had turned red, and he was the first to raise his arms high and shouted angrily: "Kill all the Tartars!" ”

"Kill all the Tartars―――――!"

This is 8,000 soldiers roaring in unison, this is the man's blood is stirring wildly!

"Great Song Wansheng---!" Ye Yingwu did not hesitate to set off a wave again.

"Great Song Wansheng! Wansheng! Wan Sheng————! ”

The wolf nature in the blood of the descendants of Yan and Huang finally triumphed over reason, and all the soldiers had red eyes, held the hilt of their swords tightly, and looked at the Mongolian camp in front of them, no longer looking at the beasts ready to eat them at any time, but as if they were looking at their prey.

When the noise gradually subsided, Yang Bao personally led two soldiers to walk on the high platform with a large plate. Another soldier who followed closely behind was holding a very ordinary money bag in his hand. Although he didn't know what Ye Yingwu wanted to do, Su Liuyi still subconsciously let go. And Wen Tianxiang and Lu Xiufu exchanged a look of surprise, obviously Ye Yingwu's arrangement had exceeded their expectations.

After pressing his hand twice, the voice completely dissipated, and Ye Yingwu said in a somewhat hoarse voice: "Here, it is a hundred copper coins, if God blesses us, then there will be more than fifty copper coins facing upward, if God does not bless, then there will be less than fifty copper coins going upwards・・・・・・"

Before Ye Yingwu's voice fell, Wen Tianxiang and Lu Xiufu secretly shouted that it was not bad, and subconsciously wanted to rush up and snatch the money bag that Ye Yingwu had already gotten in his hand, just now he had obviously mobilized his morale to the extreme, why did Ye Yingwu want to play such an uncertain gamble again? However, Ye Yingwu immediately cast a slightly calm gaze, which made the two of them hesitate a little, so they could only stop for the time being.

And Su Liuyi and many generals were surprised for a moment, but they were even more looking forward to it, because they still had all their hopes for the difficult national fortunes of the Great Song Dynasty. The soldiers of the Anji Army, who sacrificed their lives on the long road yesterday, will definitely bless these 8,000 people who have died in the dead.

The eyes of all the soldiers in the audience have already converged on the money bag in Ye Yingwu's hand.

The bag was opened, and the glittering copper coin fell in the morning light.

Falling on the plate, there was a "clang" sound, one after another.

Wen Tianxiang and Lu Xiufu's hearts were tense, they had never felt that this short moment had been so long and tormenting. And the hearts of all the soldiers were also tense, and some even subconsciously looked up at the sky and prayed secretly in their hearts.

Su Liuyi personally stepped forward and counted with Yang Bao three times, and then the two of them stood still at the same time, with a solemn look on their faces. Ye Yingwu didn't know when to raise his head and quietly looked up at the sky.

There seemed to be layers of clouds approaching in the distance, and the morning light, which had just been a little warm, also dimmed, did it rain?

"Eighty-one face up." Su Liuyi said solemnly.

The two soldiers carried the miraculous plate down the platform, and were immediately drowned out in cheers. There are countless Heroic Spirits in the sky to bless them!

Ye Yingwu smiled helplessly, hundreds of years later, Shi Lang's means of attacking Taiwan to boost morale were stolen by himself without hesitation, I don't know how General Shi, who extinguished the last fire of Nanming, would feel in his heart if he knew? And Ye Yingwu didn't dare to hold it up this time, after all, the southerners have been shrewd since ancient times, if it was really a hundred pieces, some people would definitely not believe it, so Ye Yingwu chose the number "eighty-one".

The ancients believed that "eighty-one" as a multiple of ninety-nine, is the king of numbers, but also symbolizes the perfection of heaven and earth, is the auspicious number of one in ten thousand, now out of a "eighty-one" is definitely stronger than out of a false boundless "hundred".

After all, nothing went wrong with the little trick, and the morale of the Song army was sent to a new peak. If I was just carried away by the enthusiasm just now, then now I am really full of confidence and high morale.

And Ye Yingwu secretly glanced at the ecstatic Lu Xiufu and Wen Tianxiang, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, if these two knew that they were just doing some tricks, would they work together to beat themselves halfway?

Suddenly there was a sound of horns behind him, Ye Yingwu subconsciously looked back, countless Mongolian cavalry were rapidly assembling, even the warm morning light could not block the rolling murderous aura that spread through the wilderness.

Is the big war still coming after all?