At this moment, in the camp, the relationship between the three of them is already able to shout and scold their mothers.

"What Dutou said is not unreasonable, but now that the army of 200,000 is stationed in Hebei, the horse thieves and robbers who are rare on weekdays are gone, and the soldiers are rarely bloody." Yue Fei stepped forward and replied.

This problem has become an urgent need, after all, although the Song army lost the battle of Yandi for a while, but fortunately, the corporal under Yang Keshi used his life, and more than a thousand Bai Qi soldiers did not look back against Yelu Dashi's Chinese army formation, which covered the retreat of friendly troops.

The white soldiers are the heavy cavalry elite of the Great Song Dynasty, and this Great Song Dynasty only has this bit of blood and bones, and they are very delicate on weekdays, and they must not be moved lightly in the key battle of life and death.

He does not participate in the war on weekdays, but the cost of food and clothing is huge, and the Western Army jokingly calls his subordinates little ladies.

But since the battle of Baigou River, no one who has not called him a "good man" when he saw the Baiji soldiers.

It is precisely because of this that the military strength of the Great Song Dynasty has been preserved to the greatest extent, and it is very likely to make a comeback and cut down the clouds again.

And at this juncture, the new army under his command has never been seen in blood, on the battlefield of the other day, how can he ensure that they are not about to collapse at the touch of a button? When they are defeated, will they be able to restrain them? Once something fails, it is to reproduce the story of the Baigou River that day, chase the dead and chase the north, and the whole army will be wiped out from top to bottom.

In order to avoid this situation in the future, Yang Ling could only be harsh with them, and more harsh.

There was silence in the tent, but outside the tent stood a hundred people, and it was pouring rain, and not a single person outside the tent moved.

The battle jacket has been wet, and the elegant red tassels of the past are now tightly attached to Fan Yangli.

"Sir, the rain is heavier, the soldiers have been standing in the rain for an hour, let them rest for a while." Luo Yanqing asked Yang Ling first.

Yang Ling just got up and strode out of the tent, the rain instantly soaked his body up and down, and the smell of earth came from the ground.

"I know that at this time, you have greeted all my relatives in your heart, but I Yang Ling still want to be like this, I hope I can build you into a strong army that freezes to death and does not demolish the house, I hope that my sons and daughters are all hot-blooded men who dare to fight and kill, I hope that each of you will be happy when they hear the war, I hope that each of you can survive every war smoothly, turn around three times on a different day, and reunite with your wives and children."

"Our enemies are not only the Liao people, in the further north, there are Jurchens who are ten times more fierce than the Liao people, they start between the white mountains and black waters, press out the tiger water, the huge Liao country can only collapse under its soldiers, under the barbarism of the Jurchens, the ferocity is difficult to change, and Anzhi will not wave his army to the south in the future? What kind of catastrophe will our loved ones face? Maybe you will say that I am unfounded, but this is not impossible, in a different day, you will see with your own eyes, what you can do today is to train you to fight iron, fight on the battlefield in Japan, and rush to the front line with you, and never take half a step back! Yang Ling made a categorical roar, stuck the sword under his waist to the ground, and pointed his fingers straight at the sky, and all the soldiers were moved.

If this is the case, what is it worth it for us to suffer a little? If that's the case, when you are in battle, you will protect Yang Du's head to the death.

Killing a man is just to tie his head to the belt of his trousers and live his life, licking the blood from the knife edge, and everyone has long been prepared for the horse leather shroud.

At that moment, everyone knelt on one knee and fell to the ground, "I dare not die for the adults!" ”

Behind him, Luo Yanqing and the others also knelt on the ground, and a look of disbelief appeared in Yue Fei's eyes.

Ma Xiaoying in the middle was even more shocked by such movements, and under the light movement of the lotus step, she saw this scene, a thunder crossed the sky, and under the background of lightning, she only felt that the thin back seemed to be able to hold up the entire sky.

"Ahhh......h

Ma Xiaoying said with some resentment, "Don't pick a good time to encourage the army, it's a cold on a rainy day, but it's a lot of trouble, Erlang, your body is not as strong as an ordinary soldier, it's better to take care of it." ”

"I see." Yang Ling wiped the rain around him, and Xiaoying didn't shy away from suspicion, just helped, "By the way, Erlang, how do you think that the Jurchen will become a disaster for the Great Song Dynasty in the future?" The slave family had heard before that the Jurchen and the Song Ke had concluded an alliance with each other. ”

"At this time and at that time, when the Jurchens raised their troops, they supported the emperor with a bone, and their temperament was still simple, but after the defeat of the Liao State. After getting most of the empire's belongings and tasting the sweetness, wouldn't you have any thoughts about the richer Southern Dynasty? Yang Ling sighed, "Especially our cultural rule is too prosperous, and the so-called martial arts are not as good as Da Liao, and the soldiers of the chapter are hindering each other, and it is even more difficult to have a chance of winning a war." ”

"If that day really comes, I don't know if the princes of the Great Song Dynasty will still die in the internal fighting like in their previous lives!" Yang Ling's eyes were already full of melancholy, and Ma Xiaoying's delicate face on the side was even more pale.

At this time, the monarchs of the Great Song Dynasty may not know the courage of the Jurchen armor, but Ma Xiaoying, as a son and daughter of Yandi, grew up under the rule of the Liao people, and did know that the Jurchens relied on simple force to face the Liao army ten times their own, and they could also repeatedly rush and kill.

Moreover, the Jurchens have been exploited by the Liao people for a long time, and their hatred of the Liao people is tantamount to a feud.

As soon as she thought of this, Ma Xiaoying's Yurong was even more bleak, and she couldn't help but apply to Yang Ling, and Yang Ling also hugged her, "Xiaoying, if there is really that day, I will fight for this life and the entire Great Song Dynasty." ”

"Erlang, don't, I just want you to be good, accompany me, accompany Xiao Xu......" The two of them were speechless, all in their hearts.

I remember that one night not long ago, Xiaoying woke up and got into Yang Ling's quilt, her face turned blue.

Yang Ling knew that maybe he had experienced too many wars, and Xiaoying would always have nightmares every night when she dreamed back at midnight.

Yang Ling didn't think too much, just hugged Xiaoying lovingly, maybe in such a troubled world, only from each other can you find a sense of home.

From that night on, Xiaoying would come as scheduled, lying in Yang Ling's arms, whispering in her dreams, which was sour.

Although the warm fragrance is soft, Yang Ling can't help but feel in pain when he gets up every morning, and the feeling of just watching and not eating is really uncomfortable.