"Brother Jiucheng, what is this?" Ming Zhong finally found the cylindrical telescope on the table and asked curiously.

Meng Jiu didn't want to hide it, but when he saw that she had found it, he picked it up with a smile and stretched it forward, "This is called a telescope, and it is used for marching and fighting." ”

Mingdang reached out and took it, fiddling with it twice, not knowing how to use it.

Meng Jiucheng raised the telescope and made a lookout posture, pulled the two cylinders with his hands, and said with a smile: "In this way, you can get closer to things in the distance and see more clearly." After speaking, he handed it to Mingdang and reminded: "Don't take it backwards, or you will look farther and farther." It's dark at night, but it's fun to watch during the day! ”

Mingdang took it, held up the telescope, and put his eyes together, staring outward.

"Yay? Yes! Mingdang made a startled sound in his small mouth, pulled the cylinder, it should have adjusted the focus, and smiled happily, "It's so funny!" Look at that person, haha, it's Uncle Xiao, and Uncle Zheng......"

"Seventh Master, this is for you. Ming Niangzi-" Meng Jiucheng presented another pair of hands to Zheng Ruxin, and there was indeed one of her in these telescopes.

"The slave family does not go through the battle array, but it does not need it." Ming Linglong was empathetic, spoke first, and Meng Jiucheng's apologies didn't need to be said.

Zheng Ruxin raised his lookout, but he was not as childish as Mingdang laughing and screaming, but he also made a sound of surprise, and then exclaimed: "Ninety percent, you are really smart, this thing is ingenious, rare in the world." ”

Isn't it just rare, simple is nothing! Meng Jiucheng was proud in his heart, and pretended to be reserved.

Ming Zhong suddenly turned around and naughtily pointed the telescope at Meng Jiucheng, Meng Jiucheng laughed and suddenly grimaced.

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The morning mist dissipated by the sun, and two thousand soldiers marched along the road in a procession. In front of the team, a flagpole with a length of more than a zhang was held high, and the flag with the word "Meng" in yellow on a red background fluttered in the wind.

Meng Jiucheng was riding on a horse, dressed in a military uniform, with bright armor and a bright helmet, and a red tassel on his head, which was as eye-catching as standing out from the crowd.

The earth hummed sullenly under the trampling of horses' hooves and big feet, and behind the ranks were the wagons of baggage, creaking forward, kicking up billowing dust, adding to the majesty of the march.

There are a thousand people, and the earth is up to the sky; There are 10,000 people, and there is no boundary. Although this is an exaggeration in the commentary, in Meng Jiucheng's eyes, the immensity of nearly a thousand people still makes him fascinated.

Now is the real beginning of the revival of China, can it be stopped when it starts? When I first arrived in a strange land, I wandered around and had nothing to do; When I suddenly woke up from a dream and was determined to struggle; Ever thought it would be like this? With God's favor and courage, and with his own courage and wisdom, he has today's small achievements. The road is long and long, and taking the first step is difficult, but it is the beginning of success.

In the sunshine, Meng Jiucheng straightened his waist, looking back at the marching team that stretched for several miles, pride and warmth coexisted, difficulties and opportunities coexisted, it was really a complicated mood with a lot of emotion!

In a short time, the team had reached a small stream. The sparkling waves, the sound of the water tinkling, and the feeling of coolness before entering the water.

It seems that she has committed a fear of water again, although it is not as powerful as before, but she is not very obedient, and she is a little sluggish.

But Meng Jiucheng's hard training, coupled with Xiao Ying's guidance, is no longer what it used to be. He tugged at the horse's reins with one hand and stroked the horse's head with the other, and his eyes became fierce.

She tried to swing her head, but the reins were firmly grasped and she controlled it. After a few struggles, it gave up and breathed helplessly.

Meng Jiucheng inhaled and froze, his legs clamped. I saw that the horse's back seemed to sink suddenly, as if it had pressed a thousand pounds of weight. The girl raised her hooves in defiance and stomped on the ground. Meng Jiucheng didn't move at all, his hands were forced, his legs were strengthened, and even his head was firmly controlled.

Can't turn, can't go low, Qiang Ya seems to finally understand what kind of person is riding on the back. The head was raised, and the stubborn energy that was casually and indifferent was gone. It stands tall and mighty, and its gaze is focused, like a soldier meets a powerful commander.

Meng Jiucheng snorted lightly, his legs clamped between the horse's belly, and his powerful hand controlled the reins, urging the horse to walk towards the stream.

Of course, she still didn't want to go into the water, but she couldn't turn her head or turn around, and the strength of her hooves moving backwards had to be transformed into motivation to move forward. The horses' hooves leaped into the river, made a splash, waded across the stream, and leaped onto the opposite bank.

Strong!? Meng Jiucheng patted the horse's head lightly, thinking about whether to change its name.

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The camp in Lingyang Town was already noisy, and the soldiers were wearing armor and rushing to guard the wall to resist the attack of the Red Turban Army.

"The Red Turban Army has finally made a big move." Liu Wenzheng seemed to be talking to himself, and as if he was talking to the officer next to him, "At this time, Meng Jiucheng dared to move, could it be that he was in his chest?" ”

Officer Hu Xian pursed his lips, a little disdainful, and said: "How many men and horses are there in the Red Turban Army, and how many are there in our army. According to the humble opinion, when the village is lined up, the enemy is defeated in one fell swoop. ”

Liu Wenzheng shook his head and said slowly: "The art of war is cloudy: avoid its edge and hit its laziness." The Red Turban Army is menacing and morale is high. Our army should rely on the strong ground and fight, and first defeat the enemy's spirit. When the enemy's morale is exhausted, he will take the opportunity to fight again, and he will win a complete victory. ”

"Furthermore—" Liu Wenzheng paused and sneered: "I have sent someone to report urgently and ask Lord Liu from the county seat to send troops to help." Even if our army does not have the opportunity to fight, the two combined armies will definitely win. ”

Although Liu Wenzheng is reasonable, with twice the strength of the Red Turban Army, it seems that he will not be defeated no matter how he fights. And defending and then counterattacking, or waiting for reinforcements to attack together, is a sure way to win. But Hu Xian felt that it might not be so easy. At the very least, the fortresses along the way should be relied on to delay the enemy, rather than Liu Wenzheng's fear of being broken one by one, and all the troops should be gathered in Lingyang Town.

A housekeeper? These four words came to Hu Xian's mind, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was exactly the case.

When Ma Si was killed, Liu Wenzheng didn't care, he only thought that Ma Si was too harsh to the people, and the number was too small, and he was attacked by the people; When Zhang Cheng's bandits were wiped out, Liu Wenzheng gloated, feeling that Zhou Gui's strength was weakened, which was beneficial to the Liu family; When Zhou Gui was defeated, although Liu Wenzheng was frightened of the accident, he could not make up his mind to go all out to fight the Red Turban Army, and he had to do something to delay the army and wait for the general situation to become clear before taking action.

Fortunately, after a period of rest, people have taken the initiative to attack. And Liu Wenzheng obviously has superior troops, but he doesn't dare to take the initiative to face the battle, so he has to firmly hold the old nest Lingyang Town to rest assured. What this art of war, that strategy of war, is just an excuse.