The military rations plundered from Lai'an and other places were only enough for the army to be used for three days, and 30,000 horses sounded like a very majestic number, but in the eyes of the bandit leader Yifeng, it was also a great burden.

There are many bandits in Shanxi, Beizhili, and Henan, not to mention giants like Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong, there are as many as 70,000 or 80,000 soldiers under their command, plus the people and families who accompany the army, the total number is staggering. Now in this world, there are people who have the power and the confidence to call out in front of people, and there are no thousands of people, and you are embarrassed to greet people when you attend any righteous meeting.

Following Luo Rucai is also a helpless move by a gust of wind. In the current situation, if you don't follow a boss with a big name, sooner or later you will be swallowed up, and when the time comes, not to mention gold and silver treasures and women, I'm afraid you won't even be able to save your life.

However, attachment is attachment, but in fact there is still a lot of freedom of movement. Because no matter how powerful the leader is, he can't feed hundreds of thousands of displaced people, and these people eat horses and feed them, which is a frightening astronomical amount every day. As a result, each leader also maintained a relatively independent nature. Once encountering a large-scale purge by the official army, they immediately united as one and hated the same enemy. After the officers and soldiers retreated, they immediately scattered as birds and beasts, and they went to get rich wherever they wanted, and no one could control it.

Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong conquered Fengyang and burned down the imperial tomb, which shook the world and attracted the encirclement and suppression of the officials and soldiers.

This made a gust of wind very greedy, and after fighting with the court and the official army for so many years, a gust of wind knew very well the combat effectiveness and virtue of the official army. Except for those difficult border troops, even the elite of the Beijing camp is just like that, without food and supplies, no matter how elite the army is, it is a fart. In a sense, the officers and soldiers were not as wealthy as these thieves. So, there's nothing to be afraid of.

So, a gust of wind made up his mind to attack Fengyang again. There is a car in front and a rut in the back, according to the gourd to draw a scoop, as long as Fengyang is a little, he can rise in an instant with a gust of wind, and become a rising star of the rebels everywhere. Think about the scene when all the people rush to invest and a lot of gold and silver fall into their pockets, and a gust of wind will be woken up by laughter even if you are in a dream.

The only thing that made the gust of wind unhappy was that his subordinates actually had the same thoughts as him. Hu Laoxiang, who played as a striker, didn't even say hello to victory, so he took hundreds of his brothers to take advantage of the chaos to seize the city. As a result, the city was not taken, but hundreds of lives were lost, which was a living hundreds of elites, and when I thought of this, a gust of wind was a pain in my flesh.

Fortunately, the army rushed to Fengyang City in time, and urged Minzhuang to start building equipment overnight, and he could start attacking the city early tomorrow morning.

A gust of wind let out a bad breath and continued to feast on the roasted oily boar leg. The tent door was opened, but a thin young man wearing a net scarf and a scribe's robe walked in.

"Lord, Lord, Lord!" The scribe bowed with some embarrassment.

A gust of wind nodded with satisfaction, casually threw the pork leg on the table, wiped his hands on his robe, and said as in the play: "The military advisor doesn't have to be polite!" ”

Looking at the deferential appearance of the scribe, a gust of wind was incomparably happy in his heart.

This person called Yin Shigang is still a treasure dug up when a gust of wind looted in Henan. What kind of identity is a person, in the Ming Dynasty, it is a noble person who must be honored as "master". I think back then, when I was still a good citizen, I had to kowtow when I saw someone raised by a gust of wind. Now, he has become his own military advisor, especially according to his own orders, he has to be called the name of "lord", which makes the reckless wind extremely comforting.

Yin Shigang subconsciously frowned, trying his best to suppress the disgust in his chest, "My lord, the business has been set up in camp, it's just ......!" ”

"Just what? The military advisor bluntly said yes! A gust of wind waved his hand freely. There are indeed too few people in the army who can read and write, especially Xiang Yin Shigang, a real reader with the identity of a person, is even rarer. Yifeng himself has not read a book, but he knows the importance of reading people, and in this regard, he feels that he is better than Li Zicheng, Zhang Xianzhong and Luo Rucai.

As a promising person who is interested in seizing the world, he naturally has to accept scholars with an open mind to dominate the world, this truth, a gust of wind still understands!

"The left, center, and right three battalions, including the back camp, are camped in no order, once there is a change, not to mention rescue to each other, even self-protection is also difficult!"

A gust of wind smiled, disapproving at the mention of the Yin Shigang. It's good to be a scholar, but after all, there has never been a war. Fengyang is already a lonely city. I had already found out the truth before, and there were only five or six thousand miscellaneous soldiers in the city. The civil and military officials are also new officials who have taken office, and the previous Fengyang civil and military officials were killed, committed suicide, and exiled, what can these new officials do in a hurry? The turtle retreated into the imperial city, indicating that the official army was afraid and did not dare to start a field battle with the army.

Besides, the several battalions under a gust of wind are still a combination of various cottages. After a few years of trouble, the position of the leader has been fought for several years, until now a gust of wind has successfully taken the position. It is necessary to let them fight and camp in accordance with the posture of the officers and soldiers in a regular manner, and maybe it will cause trouble, and at this time, it is better to have more than one thing to do less.

However, knowing that the shape is like this, the words cannot be said explicitly. Yin Shigang's enthusiasm still can't be suppressed.

A gust of wind smiled kindly, "What the military advisor said is very true, in this way, early tomorrow morning, our army will take Fengyang first, and after that, the general will tell the generals of each battalion that they must follow the military rules of the military division to build yì training!" It's not too early, we will attack the city tomorrow, and the military division should rest early! ”

Before Rao came, he had already guessed that a gust of wind was nothing more than harmony and mud, and Yin Shigang was still sullen for a while, so he didn't say anything more, and arched his hand at a gust of wind, and planned to go back to his camp to rest.

At this time, there was an announcement outside the tent, and a henchman with a gust of wind flashed inside, "Big brother, someone is ...... over there!" Seeing that Yin Shigang was there, the henchman hurriedly closed his mouth.

Seeing this, Yin Shigang hurriedly resigned and left the account.

"Big brother, someone from the Eight Kings is here!" The henchman then prayed.

"Oh!" A gust of wind arose. "Who's coming?"

"A wall can be seen, and there is a descendant, with more than 100 personal soldiers escorting the convoy, there are so many people!"

A gust of wind sat back in his seat, and he couldn't help but laugh dumbly, "Even the eldest son has been sent, and the capital of the eight kings is not small!" ”

"Please!"

After a short time, the curtain was lifted, and the henchmen and several personal guards led two young men wearing red tasseled felt hats and black hats into the tent.

"Zhang Kewang and Zhang Rujing, under the command of the Eight Kings, meet the general!" The two of them fell down on one knee and saluted.

"Haha!" A gust of wind stood up, turned out from behind the desk, and stretched out his hand to help him, "The eldest prince came in person, I will be honored, that fluffy and shining!" ”

As soon as Wen Xuan's polite words came out, Zhang Kewang and Zhang Rujing couldn't cry or laugh. After hearing a gust of wind for a long time, it is good to be elegant, and when I see it today, it is really true.

"Who is this......?" A gust of wind looked at the handsome young man behind Zhang Kewang and asked.

"General Huiyu, this is my fourth brother, Zhang Rujing!"

A gust of wind looked up and down, and there was a burst of laughter, "I have heard for a long time that the four righteous sons under the command of the Eight Kings, Sun Kewang, Ai Nengqi, Liu Wenxiu, Li Rujing, all of them are both civil and military, and the three armies of Yongguan, known as the four heavenly kings in the army of the Eight Kings, what they said is true!" ”

Zhang Kewang smiled faintly, "The four brothers and I are all following our father-in-law to change their surname to Zhang!" ”

A gust of wind and a burst of praise, until Zhang Rujing couldn't help coughing twice, Zhang Kewang had a chance to interject. "General Wang, my two brothers came day and night by escorting ten thousand taels of gold on the order of my father-in-law, that is, I asked the general to move his troops eastward as much as possible, and to meet with my father Wang in Hezhou to discuss the plan!"

A gust of wind waved his hand casually, "Please rest assured, since I, Jin Yong, the king of a gust of wind, have promised the eight kings to be under his command, I will not break my word and get fat." It's just that there is a shortage of food and grass in our army, and even if there is gold, it is in vain. Therefore, the general decided to eat in Fengyang, and when our army conquered the city and supplied the army with the grain and grass in the city, he immediately turned south and joined the eight kings! ”

Zhang Kewang and Zhang Rujing glanced at each other, and at the same time secretly scolded a gust of wind for not keeping their promises.

Obviously, he had already negotiated the conditions with him a few months ago, broke away from Luo Rucai in a gust of wind, and attached himself to Zhang Xianzhong, and then turned to the east, cooperating with Zhang Xianzhong to attack Jianghuai, control the Cao Yun channel of the Ming Dynasty, occupy the land of fish and rice, and then seek the anointed land in the south of the Yangtze River.

Now, for the sake of his own selfishness, he is competing for fame and fortune, and he actually wants to conquer Fengyang again and fulfill his prestige. Now it seems that this person's plan is not small. But he is such a person, but he controls more than 10,000 elites in his hands, which is also the main purpose of Zhang Xianzhong's attempt to attract him to his command!

"General Wang......!" Zhang Kewang wanted to persuade again, but a gust of wind waved his hand coldly.

"I have made up my mind, and the eldest prince doesn't need to persuade me anymore. The army will be able to conquer Fengyang within two days, so I will ask the eldest prince and the fourth prince to be in our army for two days. After that, Ben will not stop for a moment, and immediately rush to Hezhou! ”

Zhang Kewang and Zhang Rujing had no choice but to get rid of the camp tent, and urged their subordinates to set up a camp near the camp of the Chinese army, and guard the convoy tightly, so as to wait for a gust of wind to conquer Fengyang, and set off for Hezhou to hand over later.

Zhang Rujing said to Zhang Kewang in private: "Big brother, Wang Jinyong is very ambitious, once he takes Fengyang and brings the arrogant soldiers to his father-in-law, how can he be willing to obey orders sincerely!" ”

Zhang Kewang sighed, "How can I not know this, but a gust of wind in front of me has already made up my mind, there are only more than 100 people around you and me, how to change the situation?" ”

Zhang Rujing's eyes rolled, "Otherwise, ......!" ”

Before the words fell, a strange sound suddenly came from the night sky, like a tsunami in the mountains, like many people shouting, and like countless people fighting for life and death, shouting, screaming, the sound of blades clashing, the sorrowful sound of horses, and the burning sound of flames, intertwined, forming a huge sound wave, from far and near, rapidly spreading towards the Chinese army camp.

Just when Zhang Kewang was still thinking about what was going on, Zhang Rujing's face changed, "Big brother, it's not good, it's Yingxiao!" ”