Yang Ping sat behind the wide and large desk, stroking his moustache, listening to Jiang Jinfu's report, and nodded thoughtfully: "So, this formation is quite powerful?"
"Yes." Jiang Jinfu said: "I didn't expect this formation to be so powerful!...General, since you can train these death row prisoners like this in just ten days, if you train our elites, they will be even more powerful!"
"It's useless." Yang Ping said lazily: "Our Yingyang Army is cavalry, not infantry!...Okay, don't worry about this matter, go down!"
"...Yes." Jiang Jinfu reluctantly stepped back.
Yang Ping stroked his moustache, thoughtfully.
After a long time, he still shook his head, still unable to send the sharp battalion up.
This damn Zhao Dahe is simply a shit stick!
Although the Holy Lady had just sent someone over to give an order to treat Zhao Dahe as an ordinary person who should be dispatched, he would be stupid if he really wanted to listen to her!
Everyone in Fengrui Battalion completely changed their appearance. They were full of energy and trained even harder without Xu Cihang's whip.
They saw the power of the formation and regarded it as a life-saving technique. As long as they practiced it well, they could save their lives even on the battlefield.
If you don't practice well, once you make a mistake on the battlefield, you will not only hurt your colleagues, but also yourself. You must practice well even if you risk your life.
Chu Li has been practicing in the tent. In addition to the Ksitigarbha Wheel Sutra, there is also the Wanxiang Guizong. The battlefield is the best place to practice for the Wanxiang Guizong.
Three days later, the atmosphere in the Yingyang Army camp suddenly became depressing.
The setting sun is like blood.
The entire Yingyang Army camp was shrouded in blood.
Chu Li followed Jiang Jinfu to the Chinese army's tent. They didn't say a word on the way. The two of them looked at each other with disgust.
When he entered the big tent, there were already ten generals standing in the tent, their faces tense and evil-spirited.
Chu Li had long known them from Dayuan Jingzhi, and they were all centurions.
"Tomorrow we will attack the Feiyun Army." Yang Ping pressed the table and looked at everyone calmly.
Everyone immediately started talking in low voices.
"General, shall we take the initiative?" A centurion said, cupping his fists: "Shouldn't we defend the city?"
"The general has an order to take advantage of their carelessness and give them a severe blow head-on to relieve the pressure of defending the city!" Yang Ping said calmly.
"General, shouldn't we deal with the heavy cavalry? Why did we face the Feiyun Army?" asked another centurion.
Yang Ping said: "The heavy cavalry will be dealt with by the Black Bear Army."
"General, what's causing this fuss?" A centurion frowned and said, "Although our cavalry is powerful, it can't be compared to the Feiyun Army..."
He said and shook his head.
Everyone also shook their heads.
They are not the soldiers below, and they are not fooled by propaganda. They know that their cavalry cannot compare with Daqiu. After all, they learned from Daqiu's cavalry. When they meet their ancestors, they feel uncertain.
Yang Ping said calmly: "Look at your potential, be timid before you fight!"
"General, the cavalry of the Feiyun Army have been 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, but against the Feiyun Army...
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Yang Ping said: "Then what do you think we should do? Surrender directly?"
"Of course we can't surrender. We can ask the general to stagger him."
"Oh, you think the general is stupid? Don't you know this?"
"Then what happened?"
"Just obey the order. As for the general's considerations, you don't need to know! ... Even I don't know!" Yang Ping stared at them coldly, making them feel guilty.
The general is moody and moody. The calmer he is, the more intimidating he is. He may suddenly break out and curse at the next moment. The calmer he is, the tighter the heart strings of everyone will be. It is difficult to guard against him. Standing in front of him will always be in a state of tension.
Yang Ping's calm gaze fell on Chu Li: "Zhao Dahe, your Fengrui battalion is cleaning the battlefield this time!"
Chu Li clasped his fists: "Yes, General!"
Yang Ping has a lot of scolding waiting for him, and whenever he questions, Yang Ping will take the opportunity to vent his anger.
"General, they are the sharp battalion, not the transport battalion!" a centurion couldn't help but said.
Since Zhao Dahe entered Fengrui Camp, the general has completely protected Fengrui Camp, which makes people feel uncomfortable.
The Fengrui Battalion is responsible for inquiring about information. Although they are currently defending the city and still need information, the Fengrui Battalion is at a complete rest!
They are very angry, they are just disciples of the Holy Sect of Light. Why are the generals so afraid? The general keeps saying that disciples of the Holy Sect of Light should not interfere in military affairs. His actions are obviously inconsistent with what he said!
They were dissatisfied with Yang Ping and used Chu Li as an excuse.
Yang Ping said coldly: "Cleaning the battlefield is easy? Carrying the dead bodies, and having to fight with the other party's people when you encounter them, is not easier than your charge. Shut up!"
The eyes of the ten centurions swept over Chu Li, suspecting that Chu Li had given the general some great benefit to defend him like this.
Jiang Jinfu stood aside and looked at him coldly. It was a pity that Chu Li did not lose his composure and could not laugh at the joke. Faced with the cold eyes of the centurions, he remained calm as usual, and he secretly cursed: He is really a thick-skinned guy!
"The whole bunch of equipment, beat the drum as a signal tomorrow, rush out of the east city gate, and attack while they are eating!" Yang Ping said solemnly.
"Yes!" Everyone responded with clenched fists, turned around and strode out of the tent with bow-legged steps.
In the early morning, the drums sounded loudly.
Today is a rare good weather. The sun came out early and was bright and sunny.
Everyone in the Fengrui Battalion was riding on horseback, all wearing bright armor. Their helmets only exposed their faces, and they carried two long knives on their backs. A round shield hung on the left side of the horse's back, and a longbow hung on the right side. Their equipment was neat and well-equipped, shining in the bright sunshine.
With cold light.
In addition to these equipment, they each also carry a baggage on their horses.
The drums kept beating, and they sat motionless on their horses.
The sitting horses are also wearing Mingguang armor, exposing their eyes, nose, mouth, and limbs. They are light cavalry and pursue speed, so the Mingguang armor is very light and can only withstand arrows from a distance.
The war horses were restlessly tapping their front hooves, impatient and completely different from their owners.
Everyone's bodies were tense. They were finally going to the battlefield and might never come back. When death was imminent, some of them wanted to retreat, some were calm, and some were excited.
Chu Li was at the front, facing the camp gate. He suddenly turned around and glanced at everyone, and said calmly: "With everyone accompanying us, we won't die alone. Even if we get to the underworld and have formations, we can beat the kid."
, what’s so scary!”
"Yes, there's nothing to be afraid of!" Everyone responded in unison.
When I think of someone being with me when I die in battle, I feel less afraid. This is human nature.
"Bang bang! Bang bang! Bang bang bang bang bang!" Hearing the rhythm of the drums, Fan Yang hurriedly said: "Master Zhao, it's our turn!"
"Get out!" Chu Li shouted in a deep voice.
He urged his mount and rushed out, followed closely by Xu Cihang and Fan Yang, followed by twenty riders.
The cavalry rumbled out of the Fengrui Camp and stepped onto the spacious central road. The cavalry in front had already rushed out of the gate of the Yingyang Army barracks.
They rode their horses out of the camp gate and entered the main street of the city. They quickly rushed out of the open east city gate, then joined their horses and galloped eastward along the official road.
Chu Li turned around and took a look. Some of the people on horseback had their helmets down, while others had their helmets open, revealing faces that were either excited, white or flushed. He could clearly feel the uneasiness of everyone.
He suddenly uttered a few words from his mouth, the mantra of the Tathagata Mahavairocana Sutra. (To be continued.) 8