For a whole day, accompanied by the kings of Heta and other counties, and under the strict supervision of Wu Sangui and Xiong Wei, the Mongolian army of 30,000 was reorganized.

Wu Sangui was appointed commander of the Yuelong Army and held military power. At this time, the iron armor is solemn, the red tasseled helmet is particularly eye-catching, and the whole person is majestic and magnificent.

The other generals, big and small, took office and were refreshed one by one.

It has also trained more than 30 Mongolian ideological instructors. Although the work is so-so, it has a good start.

While the army marched to Jinzhou, the ideological instructor told ancient myths and stories such as Pangu, Nuwa, and Gonggong.

Where have Mongolians heard such wonderful storytelling, and they are all relishing.

They may never have imagined that there will be stories of gods, sun-shooting, and Buddhism waiting for them in the future.

Zhu Youjian clearly knows that if you want ethnic integration, you must first integrate culture, and if you want cultural integration, you must first integrate the ghost and god system.

Gradually, the immortal heaven was equated with the heavenly court, and Tibetan Buddhism was connected with Central Plains Buddhism, so that Mongolian soldiers and herdsmen could imperceptibly accept the concept of the Chinese nation.

This is only the first step, and in the next 10 years, or even 100 years, there is a long way to go in the work of disseminating ideology and culture.

In the ranks of the Chinese army, Zhu Youjian also began to tell the history of China for more than 4,000 years and the human geography of the world.

Although Heta is the leader, although he knows that Genghis Khan once pointed his sword to the far west.

But who has ever heard of global knowledge. Even the Ming Dynasty civil and military officials have access to the global knowledge system, and there are only a handful.

When they heard the vastness of the land under heaven and the vastness of the sky, they sighed one after another.

Suddenly, an eagle chirped in the sky, and its voice was melodious.

Zhu Youjian saw it and ordered someone to bring a rifle.

I saw him riding up a mound, aiming high into the air, and aiming his gun at the eagle.

The Mongols had seen the bird and knew its power.

But this eagle soared high in the sky, and no bow or arrow or bird could shoot it down. Is the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty going to put on a handsome posture and come back disgraced?

No matter how you look at it, Chongzhen is not such a stupid person.

Why do you do such a thing in front of an army of 60,000?

The queue was bustling, and most of them were discussing, how could anyone believe that Chongzhen could shoot down the eagle.

And the tower is also surprised, can it be that the Ming Dynasty's bird gun can already have such a range?

Duan Rob squinted his eyes and guessed something in his head.

Boom!

A loud bang spread throughout the wilderness in an instant, and it disturbed the heavens even more.

The soaring eagle fell in response to the sound and smashed its head.

The middle of the army suddenly exclaimed.

At such a height, it really hit it with one hit. With such precision, such a range, it is simply appalling.

Duan Rob was too familiar with the loud noise, the sound of the fight last night was deaf, he only heard a loud bang, and for some reason, his eyes hurt sharply, and he fell to the ground injured.

Originally!

It turned out that I was ...... by Emperor Ming last night

Many Ming soldiers also suddenly realized, it turned out that during the fierce battle last night, it was the saint who helped from afar!

For a while, everyone was very excited.

Not long after, a soldier picked up the eagle that was shot down by Zhu Youjian and rode back and forth on horseback to show the army.

"Hooray! Banzai! Banzai! ”

"Ulla! Ulla! Ulla! ”

Tens of thousands of troops shouted, as if they were about to collapse the sky.

The Mongols are martial, especially the powerful who worship the powerful. The Ming Emperor shot down the eagle in public, which brought him great popularity.

The Mongol cavalry was praised by everyone.

Zhu Youjian held his rifle high, galloped in front of the Mongolian cavalry formation, and shouted "Badulu"!

The Mongolian soldiers were in high spirits, and they were all in high spirits!

The cries were loud and loud, and they were heard faintly under the city of Jinzhou in the distance, and many Ming soldiers looked into the distance, wondering what was going on.

Zhu Youjian shouted tired, and in the admiring eyes of the Mongolian soldiers, he rode back to the Chinese army, threw the rifle to the guards, and asked with a smile: "How well did I fight with this bird?" ”

Heshuo hurriedly complimented: "Your Majesty is really the first Batulu in the world!" ”

"Hahaha, I am the Son of Heaven, so I won't compete with my courtiers for honor, I want the Batu Lu of the whole grassland to gather under my command!"

Temuha's eyes were shining, and his heart admired this emperor to the extreme.

Since then, the stories and pictures of Chongzhen's eagle shooting have begun to circulate throughout the grassland and take root in the hearts of every herdsman.

Soon after sunset, the sky was not too dark, and the army finally arrived in Jinzhou.

The Ming army entered the siege position to enrich the army, and the newly built Mongolian Yuelong Army set up five large battalions not far away.

Rest on that.

In Chongzhen's big tent, Li Yutian was carefully reporting last night's fierce battle, and Zhu Youjia nodded again and again. I am very satisfied with all the responses.

"Li Qing has worked hard, tomorrow he will rest with the army, and when he captures Jinzhou the day after tomorrow, I will reward him heavily!"

The next day, the atmosphere of the 80,000 troops outside Jinzhou was relaxed, and the Mongolian Yuelong Army was immersed in the sea of myths and stories while practicing.

The Yulin Army and the Flying Dragon Army are also actively carrying out exchange meetings.

The lessons of the march, siege, garrison, and raid of the past month were laid out in the open, and everyone discussed them openly and honestly.

Even if someone blew his beard and glared from time to time, Zhu Youjian did not stop it, but praised it a lot.

When the soldiers saw this, they dared to discuss it even more, and all kinds of new ideas emerged one after another.

Zhu Youjian ordered to see the dragon army hiding in various places, deliberately observing, and making detailed records, preparing to select outstanding military theorists among them.

Wen Xuan wrote down the names of the people and the corresponding conversations in his notebook, and sent them to Chongzhen from time to time.

Wen Xuan is the secret general of the Dragon Army, but except for Zhu Youjian and Tian Shouxin, no one knows his identity.

Even when he saw the existence of the Dragon Army, no one knew about it.

This is a private intelligence team established by Zhu Youjian, which does not belong to the military sequence of the Ming Dynasty, does not belong to the civilian series, and is even more different from Dongchang and Jinyiwei.

He only obeys Zhu Youjian's personal orders, and in the future, he will be distributed in the political, military, and civilian corners to collect the information that Zhu Youjian needs.

All members have other positions or professions, and no one will recognize his identity as a dragon soldier, nor does he have any authority.

They are just Zhu Youjian's ears and eyes.

It can be said that they are eyes and ears, not minions. A non-existent being.

For a whole day, Zhu Youjian did not see anyone, and he worked hard to write a book, outlining and summarizing the major military wars that he was familiar with.

He was going to write some war cases and pass them on to newly selected soldiers with a talent for military theory, and set about establishing the first modern military theory school.

However, this matter is a long-term work, and it is impossible for Zhu Youjian to write a book in a day, but it can still be done by preparing in advance, writing a little and teaching the soldiers.

The day of arguing has finally passed, the sky is dark again, and everyone goes to bed early, because tomorrow we will definitely kill until the sun and the moon are gone, and maintaining sufficient energy and physical strength is the foundation of meritorious service and survival.

In the early morning, as soon as the sun rose, the Ming army began to drum war.

Scared the wild animals for dozens of miles around.

Thousands of soldiers and civilians in Jinzhou City heard the sound of drums and knew that their end had come.

Unwillingly, they took up arms, except for a few standing on the city walls, and the rest hid all over the city.

Abatai knew that the city would be destroyed, but the hatred in his heart made him see death as if he were home.

Since I can't defend it, I won't defend it, I have one of the best individual combat strength, and I want to make Hangou pay a heavy price in the corners of alleys and houses and shops in Jinzhou!