Chapter 1526
Zhao Jin is sweating in the camp——As a general, Zhao Jin's status is not low. There are a total of six captains and twenty-four generals under Ying Yi's command. He was only twenty-five in the Ministry of Guards, and he was one of the thirty-one people.
Zhao Jin has never read a book. Although he has been studying hard since he joined the army, his results are mediocre. He is a rough man. He is able to have the current status, commanding a group of elite soldiers, invincible and invincible, that is because he dares to fight and kill, and he commands decisively during the battle.
He is very clear about his fundamentals, which is recklessness - not a derogatory term here, but a positive one. The so-called reckless, can be seen as the meaning of fierce and decisive. And to be ferocious, you must have the corresponding ability. Whether it is himself or his brothers.
Zhao Jinji trains heavily, and as long as he has time, he will never stop until the bones of his brothers' training are broken down. And he himself never gave up. He ate, lived, and practiced with his brothers without any discount.
At the moment of war, he was left to squat in the capital. Although he had defeated the Ming court twice, he could not relax. Camping outside the Beijing section, the generals and soldiers were divided into two, and they took turns to practice every other day.
The brothers under his command practice every other day, and those who are not in their turn are responsible for the defense and vigilance. As for himself, he practiced every day, or practiced Martial Scripture by himself, or practiced army formations with soldiers.
The Martial Scripture First Volume has been popularized in the military as early as possible, but it is also divided into levels. All the contents of the First Volume are awarded to those above the generals, and they are reduced in order. To the level of ordinary soldiers, there is only one third.
But this one third is more than enough for soldiers. This way, the defenders killed by the army and the bandits along the way are countless. After each battle, I got feedback from the Humane Ranking in time. Up to now, every soldier is strong enough.
However, the strength of the body is only the foundation, and skills are needed to use this strength.
Martial Scripture is technique.
Through the practice of Martial Scripture, the soldiers quickly digested the strong power brought by True Spirit feedback and transformed them into killing techniques, which made the army quickly become stronger in the process of sieging cities.
The loess was rolling on the school grounds, and the 1,500-strong soldiers were shouting violently, and they were training the army. Zhao Jin practiced Martial Scripture on the side, and blew a wu wu swung by a long spear made of gold-dollar alloy. His sweaty bronze body was shrouded in the densely packed gun shadows, forming a ten-foot-long shadow. The silver-gray ball, the loess dust was blocked outside the ball, like a huge earth-yellow shell, flowing slowly with the tremor of the gun shadow.
At this moment, a soldier trotted over, stood still, and beat his chest: "Master General!" He walked out of it with a long spear, his sweaty body suddenly stained with loess, like a clay figurine.
Zhao Jinhun didn't care, grabbed a towel next to him and wiped it, and asked, "What's the matter?"
The soldier said, "Someone asked to see the general. Sir, say it's someone from the city."
"Someone from the city?"
Zhao Jin started, thinking about it, he couldn't help but chuckled: "The person from the city, tsk tsk ...go and ask someone to wait a moment, and when Ben will clean up, go see him."
"Here!"
In the big tent, a middle aged scholar looks like a young man. fidgeting. Several soldiers around stared at him, eyes like tigers and wolves, watching him trembling in fear.
After a while, the scribe couldn't help but asked in a low voice, "Dare to ask when I can meet you?"
The soldiers were expressionless and did not respond.
The scribe was embarrassedly laughed and kept silent. He felt that these wolf-like soldiers were like steel, without the slightest sense of humanity.
When the sweat of the scribes and others was flowing out, footsteps came from outside the tent, and as the tent door opened, a burly general in armor stepped in.
The scribe hurriedly stood up and said: "The villain Zhou Yuanyi, see the general."
Zhao Jin waved his hands carefree, then sat down and said, "Who you are, What is the purpose of coming to see this, tell me."
The scribe started, feeling that the man in front of him was really vulgar, but there was nothing he could do, and said: "The villain was ordered to see the general, and there are some things to talk about."
Zhao Jin said: "What's the matter? Which order? Chongzhen Emperor?"
The scribe embarrassed: "It's the order of Zhou Yanru, the chief assistant of the cabinet."
Zhao Jin laughed heartily: "Emperor Chongzhen doesn't work."
He ignored the scribe's one pure, one red face, and said, "Tell me, what's the matter with your cabinet chief assistant. Don't be rude, and don't be secretive, I'm just a trifling general, and I can't make any decisions."
The scribe smiled awkwardly, and said, "Master Zhou, ask the villain to ask the winner on his behalf. Good."
And then said: "The general is stationed in the city, what do you want to do? This is what Master Zhou asked."
"What do you want?" Zhao Jin couldn't stop laughing : "The generals are all garrisoned in the city, what do you want to do?"
The scribe's face was pale, and he said: "With the generals and troops, if you want to attack the city, I'm afraid it will not be difficult. But why... Lord Ying's meaning, Lord Zhou can't guess, if you want to ask the general to pass the letter on your behalf, maybe you can make a difference."
The scribes really had no way to fight against Zhao Jin, so they had to say so.
He presented a letter, which was sent by Zhao Jin: "Go back and tell your assistant, I will hand over the letter truthfully."
With the letter in hand, Zhao Jin did not dare to look at it, so he immediately summoned soldiers and sent a message to the east.
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The horns of the horns rang out in the early morning, and the Tatar Great Camp on the inner side of Qingshan Pass came alive as soon as the sun rose.
Buy the pot to make rice, feed the horses, and follow the steps. The Tatars are doing everything according to their usual habits.
The Chiyou Banner on the Guancheng on the inner side of Qingshan Pass was finally discovered. A few horses came, not far from the city gate, and finally saw Ying Yi sitting cross-legged under the Chiyou Banner and ten personal soldiers behind Ying Yi.
Horseshoes bang, bang bang sound accompanied by the surging of the bowstring, heavy arrows pierced the air, making a chi chi sound, the killing intent went straight to Ying Yi.
Ying Yi stood still, and a personal guard stepped forward long ago, the two-foot dagger swung open, and the wheel was like a bright moon, cutting off all the heavy arrows, and ding ding dong dong fell to the Chengguan.
"Kill."
Ying Yi waved his hand.
The gate of ten feet high was not an obstacle. The ten personal soldiers jumped down simultaneously, galloping like fast horses, and all the heavy arrows of the Tatar soldiers in front of them were all missed. Tatar soldiers are ferocious, where are you afraid? On the contrary, seeing that Ying Yi's personal soldiers were well-armored, he became greedy, and he gave up his bow and rode his horse to rush over.
Although Tatar soldiers are much more tyrannical than Ming Army, they are actually not as good as Ying Yi dharma eye. Tatar's army, to say how rigorous, but not necessarily. At least in terms of equipment, it is extremely confusing.
These Tatar cavalrymen dressed in white armor, or with machetes, or with Tiechui, or with mace, and so on, seem to be brave, but in fact they are not systematic.
The two sides fought one by one, and the horses passed by the wrong way. The Tatar soldiers had only a few horses left, and everyone fell to the ground. The ten guards were unharmed, turned over and cut off their heads, and returned to the city.