Zheng Jun's identity as a divine envoy is really very useful, and his arrangement of the officers, of course, will not satisfy everyone, but at least no one dares to blatantly oppose it, so in this personnel arrangement that tests the coordination ability of ordinary commanders, he is equivalent to opening a hanging, and he only needs to send his subordinates to notify him directly.

After Yi Shunuo retired, Zheng Jun supported his cheeks and thought on the desk for a while, then stood up his head again, scooped up a roll of bamboo slips and wrote on it.

"Who's out there?"

A soldier of the Holy Guard, hearing the sound, walked in, he was fully armed, the armor and weapons on his body made a slight clattering sound as he walked, his face was serious, and there was no other expression in sight, as if he was not really a living person, but a machine.

This is just an ordinary soldier of the Holy Guard, he carries a large rectangular shield in his left hand, and even inside the big tent, his right hand is held on the hilt of the sword hanging from his left waist, ready to shine the sword at any time. He stopped in front of Zheng Jun's case, bowed his head slightly, and his voice was crisp and neat.

"No".

Zheng Jun, who was immersed in writing and writing hard, did not let him wait long, after writing the bamboo slip, he rolled it up again and handed it forward, and the soldier also took two steps forward, and only then did he let go of his hand from the hilt of the sword, carefully took the bamboo slip, and both ears were erected, waiting for Zheng Jun's order.

"Send a group of holy guards, go to meet King Wu of Zhou first, and hand over this bamboo slip, and make sure that King Wu of Zhou knows the exact number of our army's dispatches. ”

"No. ”

The soldier listened to the order, agreed, and then took a few cautious steps back before turning cleanly and walking out of the tent.

Silence returned to the big tent, Zheng Jun once again tilted his head on the desk, his eyes were looking into the distance, but he didn't know where the focus was.

According to historical records, King Wu of Zhou mobilized 3,000 armor soldiers and tens of thousands of infantry when he invaded the merchants, and after converging the princes who had contacted in advance, the total number of coalition troops formed was only 45,000, and it is certain that King Wu of Zhou's army was less than 35,000, and now there are 4 chariot divisions mobilized by the Wujiao, and there are 16 infantry divisions, plus the supernumerary soldiers, and 800 holy guards, the total number of the whole army has reached 47,000.

And inform the other party of the situation in advance, in order to ensure their own military superiority, King Wu of Zhou also had to mobilize more troops, so that it can not only avoid the embarrassment of too many guest troops, but also greatly increase the total number of coalition forces, and when it comes to the battle of Makino, maybe there will be no need to be outnumbered, you must know that according to the current situation, there will be no such beautiful thing as slaves defecting on the battlefield, and it will definitely be a vicious battle at that time, even if there is only one more soldier.

"Everything that can be done has been done now, and all that remains is to do everything we can and adapt when the time comes. ”

Zheng Jun muttered to himself for a while, thought about it again, and after confirming that he had nothing missing, he put these thoughts behind him and buried himself in studying the map again.

......

Soon the day of the army's march was approaching, and Zheng Jun had to put on the armor that was extremely sassy and stand in front of all the soldiers.

Sacrificial flag is a ritual that must be held before the ancient army goes out, this is a sacrificial ceremony to pray for the blessing of the gods, generally speaking, it is to kill five livestock, that is, cattle, sheep, pigs, dogs, chickens five kinds of livestock, this ceremony can effectively boost the morale of soldiers, if there can be captured enemy spies, soldiers, or generals, then the effect of sacrificing the flag is better.

If it is Zheng Jun before the crossing, he will also think that this kind of ceremony is just an ancient superstitious behavior, which can only play a role in psychological comfort, but now he has even experienced this kind of thing, who knows if there is really a god in this world, and this kind of thing is naturally taken seriously on the spot.

The flag sacrifice ceremony was carried out on the side of the city wall of Bacheng, Zheng Jun stood on a wooden platform at the foot of the wall, draped all over his body, under the sunlight, the whole person was shining, it seemed sacred and abnormal, he held a bamboo slip, and read aloud the above sacrificial text, of course, this sacrificial text was not written by Zheng Jun himself, this kind of early classical Chinese, he could not write it, and it was just a textbook.

“...... I can't do it now......"

Under the altar, nearly 50,000 soldiers and officers lined up in a neat row, fully armed, but quietly did not make a sound, not even a little metal collision. The neatly arranged soldiers stretched from the corner of the wall to the horizon, and when viewed from the altar, the whole earth was covered.

The military formation was silent, only Zheng Jun's voice echoed in mid-air, of course, after each sentence, there would be a loud voice of soldiers, repeating the sacrifice to the soldiers in the audience. However, even so, it was impossible for everyone to hear the content of the festival clearly, but this solemn atmosphere could already play a role in boosting morale, and even Zheng Jun was excited by this atmosphere.

After the recitation of the sacrifice, four great witches led a cow up to the altar, saying that it was a sacrifice flag, but in fact, there was no need to dye the red flag with blood, it was just a ritual to pray for the blessing of the gods, and it was enough to kill the sacrifice.

Zheng Jun took a deep breath, calmed down, and neatly pulled out the copper sword on his waist, without a hint of pause, and slashed sideways towards the neck of the cow, this copper sword is worthy of being a master's work, the cow opened his eyes and didn't know what was happening, the cow's head was cut off entirely, Zheng Jun only felt a little resistance, the cow's body still maintained a standing posture, and blood had gushed out from the broken neck.

Zheng Jun, who had cut off the bull's head with a sword, swung it slightly, and threw the blood on the sword to the ground, leaving nothing left on the blade, and the sword was not stained with blood at all! Only a little sigh in his heart about the skill of the swordsmith, Zheng Jun then raised the sword high above his head and roared with all the strength of his body.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!" "Wan Sheng!" "Wan Sheng!" "Wan Sheng!"

As he shouted, the entire army chanted, and the voice was fierce all day long, as if there were only the two words Wansheng in heaven and earth.