Zheng Guo has many hand-me-down art of war, or the inheritance of this land, whether it is the first Chu or the more advanced Great Qin, there is never a lack of miracles of wisdom in this land, some people say that only the war in this land is cruel and shocking at the same time with the taste of art.

The surrounding countries may be brave or cruel, but no matter how powerful they are, as long as the people and the regime in this land have not entered the trough of decay, they can only sigh with envy.

I can't beat it at all.

At that time, the iron cavalry of Great Chu was all around, and the horseman of the Great Chu Emperor could be the lord of a certain country, which was so public, but no country dared to stand up, even if it was condemned.

It wasn't until the state of Chu was completely plunged into civil strife that the lords of the countries suddenly woke up, and the world was miserable and tyrannical for a long time, and then they waved their troops against each other.

After Zheng Guoguo, there was no kind of publicity in Chu State, but there were also many people living in Zhuwangfang, who were once lonely and outnumbered in the south.

The nations are naturally curious, and the desire to be strong is the pursuit of every weak person.

The system is not as good as the reform system.

Culture is not as good as learning culture.

But in this way, many experimenters smashed their own feet.

Zheng Guo's system, Zheng Guo's culture are all characteristics of this land formed over thousands of years, and it is likely that painting cats and tigers is self-inflicted.

The easiest and most straightforward is to learn how to fight.

If soft power can't win, use a hard knife.

Since the beginning of the Chu State, some neighbors have begun to study the art of war of the Chu State, study its military merit system, and even the equipment configuration of soldiers.

To this day, the generals of Zheng Guo usually read what books, and the generals of the surrounding countries also read books.

When the apprentices between countries think that they are the same as the master's knowledge, most of the apprentices think of winning him by touching him, snatching the job, and then turning over and being the master.

Mitsuo Hio was born into a well-known military family on the island of Uchi, Yasukuni, and his heirloom is a room full of military books. And Hitao Mitsuo is also famous, but most of Hitao Mitsuo's reputation comes from failure, from the mouth of the strong king, people call it a walking military book.

From a very young age, Mitsuo Hitao began to learn various art of war, and when he was ten years old, he won a small victory in a debate with the head of the Hio family, and was known as the god of war of the Hio family.

At the age of fifteen, Hitao Mitsuo led his troops to fight alone for the first time, and with a thousand troops, he successfully defeated an opponent three times his own, and became famous for a while, and the head of the Hio family was even more pleased to make him the heir of the next generation.

But no one expected that this would be the pinnacle of Mitsuo Hio's work, and since then Mitsuo Hiao has never tasted victory with the same number of troops.

Over time, even the Hitao family himself began to get used to it, but Mitsuo Hitao still firmly believed that his own time had not yet come, and he kept reading every day and studied hard.

coincided with the Jing Army's westward expedition, and the high-level of the Jing Army didn't want to use him at all, but they couldn't stand the influence of the Hio family and pinched their noses to agree. After taking the four coastal counties of Zhengguo, Mitsuo Hitao suddenly had a premonition that spring was coming, and strongly requested to join the front line of the army, and was finally assigned to Ono Sachiku of the Middle Route Army.

Ono naturally heard of its reputation, but the old head of the Hio family was once kind to him, so he arranged it at the West Gate and reinforced a thousand people, including Mitsuo's headquarters with a total of less than 9,000 people, which can be regarded as the general with the lowest presence and the least number of troops in the entire Middle Route Army.

Hiao Mitsuo didn't care about it, ignoring the ridicule and contempt of his colleagues, he was forty-five years old this year, and some parts of his sideburns had begun to turn white, the end of the Warring States was not the end, and he firmly believed that Zheng Guo would be the place where he would shine.

Using the Zheng people's art of war to defeat the Zheng people, and using the Zheng people's art of war to conquer the Zheng land, Mitsuo looked at the sake in the cup, reflecting his own face, and his eyes clearly shone with wisdom but forbearance.

What is a whip?

The pain and ridicule of his colleagues were nothing to mention in the face of thirty years of humiliation.

Hiss!

No, I think too much and forget myself, and my ass hurts a little when it's real.

The corners of Mitsuo's mouth twitched slightly in pain.

Sake is intoxicating.

"Your Excellency~~~"

Mitsuo looked calm, not angry at being disturbed, put down his glass and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"It's Zheng Bing! Zheng Bing is out of the city! ”

"Oh?" Mitsuo was surprised.

Although it has always been taboo to defend the city, anyone who has a little brain will set aside a certain amount of strength as a reserve, but it is also scored, there are only more than 10,000 soldiers and horses like Zheng Jun, and it is unknown how much combat power the mobilized young and strong can exert, and the Jing army is surrounded on all sides, not counting the sweep outside, there are more than 100,000 under the city.

In this case, if there are fewer factions, it is basically meat buns and dogs, there is no return, and even the encirclement may not be able to break through, and the lack of defensive strength caused by more factions is likely to be broken through in one fell swoop.

Mitsuo once thought about it from another position, it is not easy for Zheng Jun to hold on until now, is there still the strength to send troops and horses to break through?

"How many Zheng soldiers are there, and who will be the flag?" Mitsuo asked quickly, even a hint of excitement in his voice.

The terrain here at the West Gate is not good, and it cannot accommodate the deployment of large-scale troops at all, so Ono Satake is relieved to boldly put the general of the Hyao Sho here, who has a victory rate of 0.1%, that is, just to monitor, and does not expect any progress at the West Gate.

Hiao Mitsuo has a 2,000-man infantry cavalry that is his most elite descendant troops, rarely showing up, outsiders only see Mitsuo always failing, but no one has paid attention to these 500 soldiers and horses, every time they win more with less, and their combat power is very good.

He instantly deduced that there must not be many troops coming out of Ximen, it must be a very small number of elites plus some young people who were temporarily transferred, and Qingcheng County was likely to reach the point where the city guards had to make a desperate bet at the last moment.

What an opportunity!

Mitsuo is hungry for victory, he needs a victory so badly.

"What do you say? Say it again! "Mitsuo was a little out of shape, he really didn't hear what was said clearly.

The soldier said anxiously: "Your Excellency, it is the Zheng soldiers from yesterday, with more than sixty horsemen. It's out of town now. ”

Yesterday's?

Mitsuo remembered yesterday's whip again, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

He knew very well what kind of existence Xiao Zhoujun had in Zheng's army, and unlike the arrogance and arrogance of other generals, Mitsuo was one of the few sober factions other than Ono Sachiku who believed that Yasukuni's strength was inferior to Zheng's.

But there are challenges in the difficulty.

The shame of the battlefield will be washed away with rivers of blood.

"Kenzaburo Miyo!"

"Hey!"

A general wearing iron armor next to him turned around and stood up, different from other generals of the Jing Army, this person's height is obviously a lot taller, the beard on his face looks very fierce, his hands are full of calluses, there are Taoist scars on the back of his hands, and the waist is not a Jing knife but a straight knife of Zheng Ren, with an iron helmet on his head, the red tassel on it sways slightly with the breeze, and there is a long scar from the corner of his mouth to the root of his ear on his face, which is even more fierce in his hideousness.

Hitao Mitsuo's henchman is also Mitsuo's number one killer, commanding the 500 elite Kenzaburo Mitsuburo.

"It's time for the world to see your bravery, Ben will hand over all the elites to you, you have to take down the heads of those Zheng soldiers to see me, as well as Qingcheng County in front, just use him to justify your name."

Mitsuo is confident that this will be a brilliant start.

Kenzaburo Miyashi's face showed a wave of excitement, and after this battle, the entire Yasushi army would be impressed with the Hio family.

"Please rest assured, the lord will not disgrace his life."

Soon the sound of horses' hooves hit the dust, three Kenzaburo headquarters five hundred foot riding as the vanguard set off first, even if five hundred elite beat more than 60 people Kenzaburo was not careless, many years ago he was still a young general he was defeated by Hiao Mitsuo, and then heard the most sobering sentence in his life: any carelessness is to educate the opponent with his own life, the lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, only the winner is qualified to look down.

Thirty years have passed, and thirty years have passed with Mitsuo Hio, Kenzaburo has never had a different heart and has always been loyal, he knows very well the horror of this man who has failed for half his life, and he is far from what those so-called famous generals know.

If you don't sing for three years, if you don't make a sound, it's amazing.

And the lord has not sounded for thirty years, and if he sounds, I am afraid that it will be the country that will be shocked.

In Kenzaburo's eyes, the Zheng Jun on the other side had already raised the horse speed to the state of charge, and the momentum of more than sixty people was even more than six hundred, and the tall war horse made Kenzaburo full of envy.

"Kill!"

Almost simultaneously, both men slashed their knives forward.

The soldiers behind him also erupted in a sea of shouts almost at the same time.

This can be said to be a duel between Zheng Jing and the peak cavalry of the two countries.

Zheng soldiers were sixty-nine horsemen, and Jing troops were about two hundred horses.

God knows how much effort Mitsuo Hio wasted in order to make up so many cavalrymen who are generally more than 1.6 meters tall, standing on the high platform, he stared at the cavalry who were about to collide together, and his heart was full of nervousness.

You can only win, not lose!

Kenzaburo Mitsubishi has no time to pay attention to his master's thoughts at the moment, and many years of battlefield have made him feel a great horror of life and death at the moment.

The momentum exuded by Zheng Jun can be clearly felt from a distance of dozens of meters, and this is definitely one of the strongest opponents that Kenzaburo has encountered.

The cross spear in his hand was also glowing with cold light, and he stabbed out violently at the rushing Zheng General, like a bolt of lightning that wanted to take people's lives.

Between the lightning and flint, the straight knife in Zhang Xiyang's hand accurately deviated the tip of Kenzaburo's spear with a slight wave, and the body of the gun was almost close to the face, and then the straight knife in his hand turned around and crossed towards Kenzaburo's eyes at an incredible speed.

The conscience of heaven and earth, Zhang Xiyang felt that that position should also be the neck.

Kenzaburo was shocked, this was definitely the closest he was to death, and he could even feel the sharpness of the straight knife, and at the critical moment, Kenzaburo decisively abandoned the cross spear in his hand, leaning forward and backward, an ugly move but successfully saved his life.

Picking up the straight knife on the hook, Kenzaburo felt that the cold sweat on his body had soaked his underwear.

didn't have time to think, the straight knife was slanted upward, separating the oncoming blades, and then slammed it backwards, and there was a sense of heaviness in his hand, Kenzaburo was secretly happy, and he split it, and there was a result.

Zheng Junjun was thin in a few formations, and it was only a few breaths that had already come out, and Kenzaburo had time to look at the straight knife in his hand, the blood on it was very bright, lick it, and there was a little temperature.

More than a dozen Zheng Jun corpses and more Jing Jun corpses in the field were resting there.

Kenzaburo Mitsuri was not surprised by this result, and was even very satisfied. The Xiaozhou Army, the most elite heavy-armored iron cavalry of Zheng State, with the wealth of Zheng State, gathers the strength of the whole country and is only a few thousand, and this transaction is not a loss.

Kenzaburo Miyama licked the blood droplets that did not exist at the corners of his mouth, and pointed his knife at Xiao Zhoujun, with restless wolves behind him.