Night battles, in the history of the world and even in the history of Eastern warfare, are endless, and they can often play a miraculous effect.

Often, in the case of night battles, hundreds of people defeated thousands, or even tens of thousands.

Zhao Hongyu relied on the fact that the soldiers under his command were all elites, and it made sense to think of launching a surprise attack while the Japanese were not firmly established, and giving them a dismount.

It's just that what he doesn't know is that his opponent Ishida Aido also intends to do so.

"Everyone picked up a little bit faster, and when we got there, we attacked and caught the foreigners off guard. These guys are so arrogant that they couldn't have imagined that we would come so quickly and attack at midnight. ”

Ishida Aido sat on his horse and said loudly to the left and right generals.

"Ha Luha, what my lord said is, how can those foreigners know what the art of war is."

"That is, that is, these foreigners are very savage, not civilized at all. One by one, they just recognize money, and they don't have any demeanor at all, how can they know the art of war. ”

"Let's let them know that the Tao is powerful, this is not a place where they can go wild."

I really don't know what to do with the art of war.

But as soon as the upper lip touches the lower lip, then the gang is connected.

A group of people laughed and laughed, urging the soldiers to speed up their journey, and after about half an hour, they finally came to the small plain outside Zhao Hongyu's camp.

"Your Excellency, look ahead."

When they arrived, they immediately noticed that there was already a queue outside the camp.

Judging by the clothing, these people are those foreigners.

"These guys are not small, they dare to stand there in line on their own initiative."

Ishida Aido sat on his horse, squinting his eyes and saying to the left and right with disdain.

"The whole team!"

A military general shouted loudly.

Banners, ashigaru, cavalry, and militia each began to form quickly under the orders of the small leader.

On the other side, Zhao Hongyu and the others had just come out, and they saw Ishida Hedao and their team.

Seeing Ishida Aido, their team was in a mess. When he was sorting out the team, a sneer appeared on Zhao Hongyu's face.

It's really a godsend, and if you don't get him at this time, how long will you wait?

"Strike in formation!"

Zhao Hongyu didn't care about the samurai spirit and chivalry, and he had to wait until the enemy was lined up before attacking.

Now that the enemy's ranks are in disarray, it is really a good time for him to attack, how can he miss it.

He's not a brain-dead idiot.

After all, he came from an afterlife in another time and space, and he would not have these thoughts in his concept at all.

Bastard!

Yaga!

Don't these foreigners understand the trajectory!

Soldiers, treacherous ways.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with Zhao Hongyu's approach.

After all, this is war.

To pay attention to something in war, that is an extremely cerebral thing.

These Japanese people used to talk about the art of war and the art of war. But now they've forgotten about it.

I have to say, this is really a big irony.

Ishida Aimichi and the others saw that the enemy took advantage of his own team, and actually pressed down quickly. It is obvious that the other party is going to take advantage of this opportunity to attack them.

Therefore, Ishida Ashido couldn't help but scold.

You must know that on the battlefield of the Wa Kingdom, everyone is fighting with chariots and horses.

Although there are no explicit rules, there are certain unspoken rules.

They couldn't have imagined that these foreigners didn't play their cards according to the routine. Just taking advantage of the time they are putting the team together is simply 'too shameful'.

It's no wonder they're so angry.

But even if they're angry, what's the use.

Zhao Hongyu's 500 Praetorian Guards quickly lined up in five columns and pressed up with great steps.

Three hundred European coaters surrounded Zhao Hongyu. Waiting for the order with an excited face.

They don't worry at all that the other party will outnumber them, in their eyes, these enemies have experience points on their heads, and they have gained experience.

As a coated minion. It is also necessary to have ideals.

Their ideal is to use human heads in exchange for their own rank.

The three major Song empires of Jia Lazhangjing were also excited, especially the guy named Obama.

His experience is the highest of the three. At ten heads, he'll move up again.

Originally, he relied on sycophants to get praise or something, and he could slowly accumulate experience.

But then the level up will be slow.

Where is there so much to cut off people's heads on the battlefield?

It's like a game, and the experience gained from meditation is definitely not as good as fighting monsters.

It's all the same.

In their eyes, patting on the back is like 'meditating and cultivating', and fighting the enemies of the masters is 'fighting monsters'.

It's no different.

After inhuman brainwashing education, their thinking has become different from normal people.

Coupled with the fact that they are 'addicted' to this kind of realistic game, it can be said that they are already very brain-dead.

At this point, you have to say that the brainwashing education, which blended pyramid schemes, fraud, and rat societies, was unprecedentedly successful among certain groups of people in the seventeenth century.

In addition, this is also mixed with some things like braids in later generations, how can these Europeans who have never seen the world and are bent on being slaves not be recruited.

"Master, when will we attack, the big knife in my hand is already hungry and thirsty."

Obama relied on the fact that he was the thickest skinned minion and was closer to Zhao Hongyu, so he leaned over and asked.

Looking at Obama's big face plate in the firelight, Zhao Hongyu rolled his eyes.

I don't know what kind of brainwashing they received, and they even know this kind of word.

What else is unbearable hunger and thirst, is that how it is described?

However, the other party's desire to fight is very strong, which is a good thing.

Coating minions, just let them have a strong sense of attack.

In the later 'My Qing Dynasty' series, don't they all depict those guys as very powerful.

As long as the training of the Eight Banners on his side is successful. You can also compete in the future.

Let's see who's really good.

The 'I Daqing' between Montenegro and Baishui is strong, but these European guys are also in good shape, and at the same time they have a strong desire to fight.

In the case of two encounters, this is really hard to say.

After all, at this time, the physique of the soldiers on the side of the 'My Great Qing' in the East must be very good.

Far less weak than the Orientals of later generations.

Of course, it was too early to think about this issue, so Zhao Hongyu retracted his cranky thoughts.

He glanced at Obama and said to Obama, "Wait a minute, the other side's cavalry hasn't attacked yet, your opponent is theirs." Only to defeat them. You will be able to reap your own experience. ”

When Obama heard this, he smiled.

As long as Zhilu Dao can attack and has an opponent, it is enough.

What he was most worried about was that he was just here to suppress the formation, but he would not be able to go to the battlefield at the least.

If they don't go to the battlefield, how can they earn experience to upgrade?

If they don't upgrade, they won't be able to get a higher status, and there are benefits.

"Obama, I heard you have 10 more heads to be upgraded?"

Zhao Hongyu watched his team slowly press up, but because the distance was still a little far. So before the fire was fired, I took the opportunity to ask Obama a question.

Obama nodded again and again and replied, "Yes, there are still ten heads to upgrade the level, and I will become a cow from Jialazhangjing." ”

The Eight Banners of the Song Empire. It's the same as 'I Daqing', it can be said that it is a copycat.

This is also to disgust and disgust 'my Daqing' in the future, and at the same time prepare to brainwash them after capturing their people when fighting against 'my Daqing'. Set up for them to quickly join their own faction.

Niu Lu, the leader of 500 people, is above Jialazhangjing.

Inside the Song Empire. Niu Lu can have a small two-story building, and his monthly salary is fifty yuan Long Yang.

In addition to this, there are rewards for each head.

It can be said that to become a coated minion, the way to money is a big drop.

Europeans who have a little ability and want to quickly improve their status will basically choose the shortcut of becoming a coated minion.

It's just that what they don't know is that after they became clothed minions, after a series of brainwashing, they have become different from before.

It's just that they don't know it.

"Do a good job, this time you have been promoted to a higher level, as the first Niu Lu in the empire, I plan to raise your status to become a red flag."

Zhao Hongyu thought about it and definitely gave these guys a little bit of stimulation.

Sure enough, after Obama heard this, his body trembled with excitement.

As a clothed minion, he is too familiar with the Eight Banners system of the Song Empire, and the two red flags are in charge of the prince.

As a servant under the crown prince, his status will be different from that of ordinary minions.

As the saying goes, the building near the water gets the moon first, and he Obama also knows this truth.

After following the prince, isn't he still majestic?

"Thank you, master! The slave must fight bravely for the master. ”

A fluent and authentic Beijing film came out of Obama's mouth.

Zhao Hongyu's face was serious, but he was already smiling crookedly in his heart.

He complained about Wang Shan's gang of guys, the 'New Oriental' language school they came up actually taught these European coaters fluent Beijing films, which is too spoofed.

But complaining and complaining, in fact, Zhao Hongyu's heart is still quite comfortable.

Looking at a tall European, a slave and a master, this will make Zhao Hongyu, as an Oriental, feel a sense of superiority in his psychology.

It's not a wonderful feeling, and it can't be described in words.

As he spoke, five hundred Praetorian Guards had already entered the firing range, lined up to shoot and began...... Bang! Bang! (To be continued......)