Outside the city of Liangzhou, He Jin, the left king of the Dashun army, was very depressed.

As one of the thirteen leaders of the uprising at the end of the Ming Dynasty, he reached the C-level historical figures, and the old Hui Hui Ma Shouying, Ge Li Yan He Yilong, the king of the world Liu Xiyao, and the troubled king Lin formed a relatively stable four-person alliance, known as the "Revolution Left Five Battalions", in this chaotic era, relying on vacillation and left and right, barely have their own place.

From a topographical point of view, most of the five battalions of the left side of the revolution are backed by the "Eight Kings" Zhang Xianzhong's Daxi regime, and its right Lin Yangcheng is inclined to Dashun Chuang Wang Li Zicheng, so their internal voices are not unified, and they will also fall into disputes with each other for a little trivial interests, but they are just a last resort under strong external pressure, and they are just reluctant to huddle together for warmth.

Compared with the rest of the people, He Jin was born as a ruffian, and he had no great ambitions in his chest, and the barren Gobi land in Liangzhou and Ganzhou was barren, and the population was even more scarce under the years of conquest, and his strategic and economic value was very limited. In addition, he was not allowed to have any personal discipline because of the way of survival cultivated by his growth environment, and while being canonized by Zhang Xianzhong and Li Zicheng, he also privately reached a tacit agreement with Sun Chuanting, the commander of the Ming army, to stop fighting, so he lived a leisurely life.

Theoretically speaking, he can barely be regarded as one of the typical local small forces in this era, but he knows very well in his heart that no matter what aspect the dispute in the world has nothing to do with him at all, that is, he has to live one day at a time while he is in the present day.

Therefore, he cherished the current situation.

However, since an inexplicable army had arrived from the north a month earlier, all the years of peace had been gone.

"Probe!"

With an angry roar, one of the few scouts in the rebel army was kicked out of the camp by him, and a black and gray footprint was visible on the shabby leather armor on his chest.

The battle has been fought several times, and He Jin's understanding of the enemy is no more than half a point than at the beginning, even if he sends out all the elite spies under his command, he still doesn't understand what the other party wants to do.

Looting is definitely not, no one knows better than himself in his own territory, there is no more oil in the clear soup and little water, if the opponent wants to rob, he can make the opponent disappointed with his bottom pants facing the sky; The territory is even more unlike, the enemy has never had the idea of a serious city from the beginning, and all the battles look like field battles between the two sides that are caught off guard, except for the random fight and the death of a group of people, there is no meaning and value at all; As for extermination and recruitment, so far, the envoys he sent out have not even seen the main master.

He is no longer a model of reasonableness, but this time he encountered a neurosis, and his whole spirit was much better because of this, sitting on the tiger skin chair, his face was hideous as if he could choose someone to devour at any time.

"Or maybe the other side is just for the war?"

An untimely guess came from the lower seat, and in response to him was He Jin picked up a teacup on the table in front of him and slammed it over, and the person who spoke did not dare to dodge, and red blood poured out of his forehead.

"Pull it down and heal it!" He Jin waved his hand with an unfortunate face, which could be regarded as controlling his temper. His status is not high, and the generals and strategists under his command are generally of worrying rank. He wanted to kill someone to relieve the depression in his chest, but the peasant rebels had a large number of people and a very low proportion of talents, and there were a total of more than a dozen scum under his hands, and everyone had thousands of scum under his hands to command.

No one's possessions are blown by the wind.

In this world, He Jin has no less than 30,000 elite soldiers in his headquarters at this time, and there are 100,000 miscellaneous soldiers scattered and vassalized, and the rest of the auxiliary soldiers are countless, but if they are consumed, they are consumed, even if they are worthless miscellaneous auxiliary soldiers, he will feel distressed.

What's more, in the few major battles that have been fought, each time a whole legion has disappeared.

"Judging from the outfit, it looks like a man from King Chuang's side."

After thinking about it for a long time, the man in Confucian costume in the first seat under his right hand held a goose feather fan, shook it lightly a few times, and said carefully.

His level has reached plot B, and he is a rare intelligence template, and in He Jinjun, he is already the chief strategist.

"King Chuang?" He Jin couldn't help but touch his chin, and his tone was full of hesitation. Not long ago, King Chuang set up a banquet to trap Luo Rucai, and annexed Yunzhou and Junzhou.

Since Li Chuang surrendered and rebelled, rebelled and surrendered, and surrendered and rebelled, the Ming army was very strict with the control of the rebels who came to surrender, and he would not fight this idea until the last resort.

Distraught, he walked back and forth several times before issuing a military order that made the generals breathe a sigh of relief: "And order, all departments are strictly forbidden to take the initiative to attack, and the city can be strictly guarded." ”

After Ling Bi, his subordinates, who were afraid of touching their heads again, immediately set off, leaving him alone in the military tent, as if he was patiently waiting for the final judgment of fate.

Not to mention how He Jin was thinking left and right, the beggar army under Zhao Gao also made the old guy speechless and asked Cangtian.

I had already expected how scummy these scum were, but what I really didn't expect was that they would be scum to this extent.

100,000 troops, after several battles, only less than 60,000 are still alive and able to continue fighting.

Under the meticulous care of the three of them, the loss rate of each battle is still as high as more than 10%!

You must know that what they are facing is the most bottom-line class in the whole world, except for those strong men who have just thrown away their hoes, the miscellaneous soldiers under He Jin's command are already extremely weak in this world.

The rookies pecked each other, which can probably describe the scene of their battle very truly.

"Gaozi, what should we do next?" Mai Linglong sat on a scrawny war horse with a dazed expression. This horse was one of the trophies of the previous battle, and the opponent's lord was cut off from his horse with his own sword, leaving behind this inferior horse that seemed to be about to die at any moment.

What is more tragic is that even without the command of the main general, those peasant rebels can barely be on par with the begging army, and even in terms of individual combat effectiveness, they are even higher than the begging army.

"Hmm!" Zhao Gao looked at the battlefield full of corpses after the battle, and didn't know how to answer Mai Linglong for a while.

Rookies pecked each other in terms of strength, from the point of view of the bloodiness of the battle, both sides were also pecking a mouthful of blood, if there was no cheating participation of the old guy in the end, then the victory or defeat would be five or five.

The core of the problem is that if Zhao Gao and the three do not participate, it will be difficult to win the battle, and if they participate, it will be difficult for those surviving beggar soldiers to have a chance to be promoted, and the dilemma is in front of them, even if it is Zhao Gao, it is difficult to have a way to do both.

And since the last big battle, He Jin has chosen the tactics of all-round shrinkage, no matter how provocative the three old guys are, they will no longer fight. The beggar army with only F rank is already very reluctant to fight in the field, and if it is a serious siege, it is no different from sending them to death.

At this time, Zhao Gao understood the difficult situation of Honghua and the others at the beginning: the first step he had prepared for ten years was still like this, and when facing a stronger plot force, their situation would only be much more cruel than now.

"Come out, my general!"

After a long sigh, Zhao Gao's right hand was a little towards the void, and a figure quickly took shape in the cracked space-time gap - it was Zhao Gao's former commander of the army, and now the god of the new serf profession in Bordeaux.

The moment he appeared, all the beggars immediately stepped on a milky white halo under their feet, and it looked very gratifying.

"Didn't you already summon him? Why can it be summoned again? Is there any time left since last time? Or is the shared contract no longer valid? Mai Linglong watched with great curiosity as Meng Bu automatically obtained the position of commander of the beggar army, and even in terms of coverage, directly shrouded all the personnel, including some wounded soldiers.

"How can a contract be invalidated?" Zhao Gao looked at Meng Buhou, after the last battle, Meng Buyu gained a lot of rules from him, in order to be able to achieve balance, the plot world he was in could only further improve his resource ratio, but originally Meng Buhou was already the top power in the S-level plot world, so what could be expanded was nothing more than horizontal breadth.

For example, his ability to dominate has roughly reached the upper limit of what the plot world can bear.

"I've only slightly modified the way the contract is interpreted, just like Le Yi did. Since the original core rule was a ten-to-one time summoning ratio, wouldn't it be okay for me to use it for a hundred years first, and at most the remaining thousand years would belong to it? Zhao Gao flicked his fingers, and his face was full of I was very reasonable and had a very contractual expression.

Lao Ba and Mai Linglong were stunned at the same time.

Under this kind of bandit logic, not to mention Zhao Gao's continuous use of a hundred years of life and death, even if a hundred years expire, it is difficult to guarantee whether Zhao Gao will continue to use it for a thousand years, and the remaining 10,000 years will be given to the other party, or even for another 10,000 years, and the remaining 100,000 years and even infinity will be rented by the other party in this way. According to this shameless way of reasoning, Zhao Gao can confidently take Meng Buyu as his own forever.

After all, the tenth of eternity is also forever.

The first to react was Lao Ba, but this time he did not sigh at Zhao Gao's shamelessness as usual, but followed Zhao Gao's sigh and said in a low voice, as if to listen to himself: "Gaozi, what is it for?" Why are we here? ”

Unlike Mai Linglong, after having an in-depth understanding of the basic rules, he clearly understood that Zhao Gao could not modify any contract at such a cost, and all the advantages that seemed to be taken would require the same sufficient price, even more than ten times the original.

Of course, Zhao Gao heard this voice, but all he gave back to him was a wry smile.