White-Robed Chief

After sitting in the wide and large case, Yang Ping touched his moustache and listened to Jiang Jinfu's report. He nodded thoughtfully: "So, is this array of powers good?"

"Yes." Jiang Jinfu said: "The subordinates didn't expect this array to be so powerful! ... General, since these prisoners can be trained like this in just ten days, it would be even more powerful if we train our elite!"

"Useless." Yang Ping said lazily: "Our army is a cavalry, not an infantry! ... OK, leave this thing alone, go on!"

"... Yes." Jiang Jinfu resigned helplessly.

Yang Ping stroked his moustache and thoughtfully.

After a long time, he still shook his head, still unable to send Fengrui camp.

This **** Zhao Dahe is just a poop!

Although the maiden just sent someone over and ordered Zhao Dahe as an ordinary person, she should be dispatched, but she really wants to listen to her, that is stupid!

The Fengruiying crowd completely changed their looks, full of energy and vitality, and worked harder without Xu Cihang's whip.

They have seen the power of the formation method, and regarded it as a life-saving technique. As long as they are well trained, they can save their lives even on the battlefield.

If you do not practice well, once you make a mistake on the battlefield, you will not only injure your colleagues, but you will also hurt yourself.

Chu Li has been practicing in a tent. In addition to the Tibetan scriptures, there is also the return of Vientiane. Above the battlefield is the best practice of Vientiane return.

Three days later, the atmosphere of the Yingyang Army barracks was suddenly depressed.

The setting sun is like blood.

The entire Yingyang Army camp was shrouded in blood.

Chu Li followed Jiang Jinfu to the army's large account, without saying a word on the road, the two now look at each other and hate each other.

He entered the big tent, and ten generals were already standing in the tent, his face tense and with anger.

Chu Li had known them from Dayuan Jingzhi long ago, and they were all centurions.

"Tomorrow we will attack Feiyun Army." Yang Ping looked at the crowd calmly according to the case.

The crowd murmured immediately.

"General, let's take the initiative?" A centurion clenched his fist. "Don't you just stay by the city?"

"The generals have orders. Using their thoughtful minds, they will give them a head-on blow first to ease the pressure of defending the city!" Yang Ping said lightly.

"General, shouldn't we deal with heavy cavalry? How did we get into the Flying Cloud Army?" Asked another centurion.

Yang Ping said: "Heavy cavalry has its own Black Bear Army to deal with it."

"Where is this trouble, General?" A centurion frowned. "Although our cavalry is powerful, it is comparable to Feiyun Army ..."

He said, shaking his head.

Everyone shook their heads.

They are not the following soldiers, and are not fooled by advocacy. They know that their cavalry is not comparable to Daqiu. After all, they are trained on Daqiu iron riders.

Yang Ping said indifferently: "Look at your success, you will be timid without a fight!"

"General, the cavalry of the Feiyun Army has grown on horseback since childhood. It is said that they are all masters of archery." A centurion shook his head and said, "It is okay to deal with their heavy cavalry and infantry. "

Yang Pingdao: "Then what do you say? Surrender directly?"

"Of course you cannot surrender, you can stagger the general."

"Oh, do you think the general is stupid? Don't know this?"

"So what's going on?"

"Observing the order is, as for how the general will consider it, you don't need to know! ... even this general doesn't know!" Yang Ping stared at them coldly, making them feel guilty.

The general was moody, the more calm, the more scary, maybe the next moment he suddenly turned his face and yelled at him. The more calm he was, the tighter the tension of the crowd became, the more difficult he was to stand in front of him.

Yang Ping's calm eyes fell on Chu Li: "Zhao Dahe, your Fengrui camp is cleaning the battlefield this time!"

Chu Li hugs his fists: "Yes, general!"

Yang Ping had a curse waiting for himself. As long as he questioned, Yang Ping would take the opportunity to vent his anger.

"General, they are Fengrui camp, not heavy camp!" A centurion couldn't help it.

Since Zhao Dahe entered the Fengrui camp, the general has completely protected the Fengrui camp, which makes people look uneasy.

Feng Ruiying is responsible for inquiring about the news. Although it is now based on the city, it still needs news, but Feng Ruiying is better, and it is completely rested!

They are not stubborn. They are not just a disciple of the bright religion. Why is the general so discouraged? The general has always said that the disciple of the bright religion should not get involved in the affairs of the army. His approach is obviously inconsistent with the statement!

Dissatisfied with Yang Ping, they used Chu Li to borrow questions.

Yang Ping said coldly: "Easy to clean up the battlefield? Carry the dead body, and the person who meets the opponent has to fight one more time. It's no easier than you charge, you all shut up!"

Ten centurion's eyes swept across Chu Li, doubting what great benefit Chu Li had given to the general, and so maintained.

Jiang Jinfu stood aside and looked at him coldly. Unfortunately, Chu Li did not lose his temper. He couldn't look at the joke. In the face of the centurion's cold eyes, he was calm and usual. He cursed: It's a thick-walled guy!

"The whole set of equipment, drumming tomorrow, and rushed straight out of the Dongcheng gate, attacking while they were eating!" Yang Ping said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" The crowd slammed their fists, turned around and strode out of the tent with their legs bounded.

In the early morning, the drums banged.

Today is a rare good weather. The sun comes out early and the sun is shining.

Everyone on Fengruiying was riding on the horse, all wearing bright armor, the helmet showed only his face, two long knives on his back, a round shield on the left of the horse, and a long bow on the right, neat and well-equipped, flashing in the bright sun着 寒光 ~ www.readwn.com ~ In addition to these equipment, they each have a baggage on horseback.

The drums kept pounding, and they sat motionless.

The warhorses who sat down also wore bright light armor, exposing eyes, noses, mouths and limbs. They were hussars, pursuing degree, so the light armor was very light and could only withstand arrows in the distance.

A warhorse restlessly planing its forefoot, desperately different from its owner.

Everyone was tense and finally going to the battlefield. They might never come back again, and they would die. Some of them wanted to shrink back, some were calm, some were excited.

Chu Li was at the forefront, heading towards the camp gate, and suddenly turned his head to glance at the crowd, and said lightly: "With the help of everyone, death is not the way to go alone. Even if we arrive at the prefecture, we can still play against the ghost What's terrible! "

"Yes, nothing terrible!" The crowd responded in a rush.

It's human nature to think that someone around you will be there when the battle dies.

"Bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang, bang!" Hearing such a rhythm, Fan Yang said quickly, "Master Zhao, here we are!"

"Out!" Chu Li Shen cried.

He urged the mount to rush out, followed by Xu Cihang and Fan Yang, followed by Twenty Rides.

The horses rushed out of the Fengrui camp and set foot on the wide central avenue. The cavalrymen in front of them rushed out of the gate of the Yingyang Army barracks.

They rushed out of the camp gate, entered the main street in the city, and quickly rushed out of the open east gate, then battled Majia, and galloped east along the official road.

Chu Li turned his head and glanced. Some people on the horse's back lowered the helmet's face, others opened, exposing or excited, or white or red face, he could clearly feel the uneasiness of everyone.

Suddenly he spit out a few words. (To be continued.) 8