Centurion Zhao returned to camp thoughtfully, and the soldiers under his tent were aware of it.
The first man who was knocked to the ground by Zhao Zhengli's punch earlier helped him out and said bluntly: "Centurion, what did He Xiaodutong tell you? You are so anxious, don't be like a bitch. Are you ready to chirp? It would be great if you talk as freely as you fight."
This man's name is Liu Dawei, a tall and strong northern man, a corps leader, a typical brave and foolhardy guy who speaks without thinking.
In terms of strength and prestige, giving him twenty soldiers is more than enough for any purpose. However, this guy is simple-minded, not good at dealing with people, and is not good at managing soldiers. He only likes to charge and kill, so he also enjoys it.
The young captain stepped forward and patted the man who was taller than him. Unexpectedly, Liu Dawei shrank back out of reflex. Seeing that the young captain didn't make any next move, he showed a naive smile to express his goodwill. He must have remembered that punch forever. Come on!
Zhao Zhengli also felt that this guy's words were rude, so he explained the ins and outs and the military order for selecting a ten-man team.
The soldiers were quiet for a short time, and then they scrambled to lift themselves up first. Even the disabled and veteran soldiers who were unable to move were counting at the top of their lungs, with the spirit of dying generously.
The camp was noisy like a pen for chickens, ducks and geese, which made the young captain stunned for a while. The mission to Daizhou this time was difficult and dangerous, and there was a high possibility of disaster. They were actually so active, and the young centurion was naturally surprised.
A remnant soldier who fought with him in Kelan Mountain explained his doubts, saying that the more difficult and difficult the mission, the more generous rewards and military merit rewards, which can be real money and silver, and even promoted to a higher rank, are possible.
Secondly, Captain Zhao has excellent skills. He believes that he can still drink residual soup and gain some military merit by following him up and down.
Zhao Zhengli paused for a moment, and then realized that they were making plans of his own. He coughed slightly, raised his hand and lowered it to signal for silence, and said in a deep voice: "Since everyone is following Captain Ben, then the military merits must be re-divided." ”
The whole place was silent.
Zhao Zhengli thought to himself: "There are two types of groups and individuals. Groups are teamwork military achievements, such as forming formations, encircling and suppressing, charging and killing, etc. Group combat rewards."
"Personal military merit refers to the frequency of kills on the battlefield, the number of enemies killed, etc."
"The Captain will also add an extra reward to one brave champion in each battle. The money will be paid out of the Captain's own pocket."
"So, this operation on behalf of the state belongs to the group."
Zhao Zhengli added: "The group that Captain Bendu mentioned is not the group that participated in the war, but the group of 100 of us. Because we are brothers who share life and death, it is only with the participation of each of you that we can support this group." Team, so we must have the momentum to work together as a team and dare to compete with the world."
After speaking, he looked around at a hundred pairs of complicated eyes: "Do you have any objections?"
The eyes of hundreds of people are still complicated.
Zhao Zhengli finally added: "Perhaps this plan is unfair to the strong because it divides their interests, but if you think about it from another perspective, the battlefield is changing rapidly. No matter how powerful and conceited you are, without logistical supplies, no pathfinding communications, and no sentinel guidance, what is the difference between Why would you suspect a blind beast?”
"You have to believe that every charge you make is because you have no worries. Without their silent dedication, every charge will be like being trapped in a tight siege."
"If an army is compared to a ferocious beast, and the soldiers who charge are the claws that bite the prey, then the other soldiers are the eyes, nose, tail, and body of the beast, all of which are indispensable."
"Don't talk about you. Even if I am a Grandmaster, I don't dare to move freely with ten thousand troops. Looking at the world, except for the legendary land gods who have that ability, who would dare to be conceited? If tens of thousands of soldiers are divided, they will still dare to Do you want to challenge the strong master? This is the power of the team!"
"Therefore, if we want to have outstanding military achievements and win consecutive battles in the future, we must unite."
Captain Zhao said a lot of things sincerely, but the soldiers only understood one thing from it. Only by uniting can we have a steady stream of military exploits. If we fight alone, we will die very quickly.
Naturally, there are smart people among the hundred people. Several middle-aged soldiers who formed the formation earlier were obviously impressed by the young captain's long-term vision, and they even vaguely saw the ambition hidden under the fair face and tender skin.
Although it is just a matter of simply dividing military merits, this is undoubtedly not a disguised attempt to calm the morale of the military. If the morale of the military is stable, why should the army worry about being unstable?
Those soldiers who were originally dissatisfied with the young captain were the first to support him at this moment: "What Captain Zhao said is absolutely true, and we have no objection."
They were among the top people in the army, and they were also the first group of people to see the hidden ambition of the young captain. Now that they agreed in public, the remaining weaker soldiers who benefited naturally had no objections, and the entire army quickly responded.
Although some soldiers still didn't understand, they only remembered one reason. The young captain asked them to pay a few more ounces of monthly money in the future with a few simple words. They naturally grinned and cheered stupidly.
Everything was in order. Zhao Zhengli reported the names of the ten men for this mission. They were all soldiers above the rank of corps commander. Although they were not conspicuous among the Eighth Army on Hedong Road, they were still somewhat famous among the Changning Army.
Zhao Zhengli has been observing these days. The difference between those few people and Liu Dawei is that they have little strategic talent, but they only lack the opportunity to display it.
Not only have these ten people experienced hundreds of battles, they have at least experienced dozens of battles, so there is no need to explain the details.
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In July, the morning and evening are a little cooler.
At dusk, there were five teams of cavalry galloping on the border between Daizhou and Xinzhou. They were all wearing iron armor, riding war horses on their hips, carrying crossbows and spears on their shoulders, and hanging shiny black scimitars on their waists.
Such a team was so startling that the woman returning home from the mountains was at a loss. When a gust of wind passed by, she couldn't help but raise her head and look up, tut-tutting: "It's so impressive. I wonder if my younger brother, who has not believed in me for several years, is also so impressive." ?”
The five cavalry groups just now were the Changning Army heading to Daizhou. Since the two key roads from Huangwei Mountain to Loubanzhai were lost, which blocked the Changning Army's direct advance to Daizhou, a surprise force was first sent to the Xinzhou border to make a detour. Behind the ground, the army was sent down the mountain to confuse the Khitan's attention. Fifty strange soldiers took the opportunity to attack with lightning speed. In this way, the internal and external cooperation opened a gap and allowed the army to advance straight to Yanmen Pass, blocking the 10,000 elite Khitan troops attacking the city.
Yanmen Pass is defended, and Daizhou is safe. This is the plan proposed by Ge Hongliang, the commander of Hedong Road.
Zhao Zhengli looked at the strategic map before leaving, and had an idea in his mind. The Wuzhou Shenchi in Yanyun Sixteenth Land, which was lost in the Khitan, was separated from the Qingguo River East Road. They are soldiers and horses near Wuzhou. If the Changning army turns around and gathers all its troops to attack the semi-void Shenchi, what will be the outcome?
Or send a surprise force to bypass Huangwei Mountain and Loubanzhai to directly support Yanmen Pass, which is easy to defend but difficult to attack, and then gather the main force to attack the southern section of the Huihe River of the Khitan. They will encircle the Khitan inside and outside, completely cutting off the way home for the 10,000 Khitan soldiers.
One is like besieging Wei to rescue Zhao, and the other is like fighting a trapped beast. The disadvantage of these two strategies is that they are a bit risky and there is no certainty. In comparison, Commander Ge's strategy is more conservative and appropriate.
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The Hutuo River runs through Daizhou and Xinzhou. At the border of the two states, there is a branch named Xinchuan. At the intersection, there is a small town called Guanzi Town. The town is small but bustling. Now that the war is coming again, the town has become a popular place for soldiers and civilians from the north and the south. thoroughfare.
Two extraordinary young men were welcomed into the inconspicuous wine shop in the alley. A handsome man in a white robe was decorated with gold and jade. He wore an expensive embroidered belt with a folding fan. His brows showed calmness and pride.
In comparison, the other young man was a bit thinner, but his gorgeous clothes also showed his noble status. His skin color was white, and his eyes were extremely soft and even dependent on the white-robed young man.
The two ordered a few dishes of side dishes and ate slowly. Within a moment, a few more swordsmen came to the door of the wine shop. They blocked the door of the wine shop with three or five people at a table. They placed their dazzling swords on the table and observed the two young men from time to time. .
The young man in the white robe noticed it and remained calm, while the thin young man unconsciously moved closer to the white robe in order to find a sense of security.
The waiter seemed to have a premonition of something and did not greet the customers immediately.
The young man in the white robe drank tea alone. The swordsmen communicated with each other very quickly and drew their swords almost simultaneously.
The white-robed young man held the tea bowl in one hand and patted the wooden table with the other. He raised the bamboo chopsticks and waved his sleeves, and the bamboo chopsticks shot like sharp arrows at the swordsmen in the hall. He only heard "Puff, puff, puff, puff", and the swordsmen's eyebrows were raised. A bloody hole appeared, and the chopsticks were deeply embedded in the wall, tabletop, and tree stump outside the door.
The scarlet blood stained on the bamboo chopsticks dripped, and the swordsmen in the hall fell to the ground.
The waiter and shopkeeper were stunned as they saw the thin young man quickly get up and take away the swordsman's money bag one by one, while the young man in white robe was eating and drinking leisurely the whole time.
After everything was done, the young man in white robe took out his handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, then got up and went out calmly with the thin young man.
The next moment, a cloth bag flew out of the door and clattered onto the dining table where the two had been sitting earlier.
It's a money bag.
A calm voice came from outside the door: "It's up to you two to clean up the aftermath for them!"
The waiter and the shopkeeper looked at the money bag and were stunned again. Are they very particular? Pretty polite?
The moment the two people walked out of the town, a white light struck from the jungle. The young man in white robe pulled the thin young man back a few meters to avoid it.
At the same time, the two people's previous positions exploded, leaving straight scratches. This was the transformed sword energy, and the person who took action must be a strong master.
A half-hundred man holding a sword walked out of the jungle: "Sixth Prince, Seventh Prince, the war in the north is urgent. His Highness the Crown Prince is very concerned about the safety of the two of you. Please follow me back to the capital."
On the other side, a seven-foot man slowly appeared with a red tasseled gun. His face was calm and his mustache was swaying slightly in the wind.
He was speechless throughout the whole process, but the aura of a master said it all.
This person was Zhang Ziya who came to Beijing together with Zhao Zhengli and later became a guest of the prince.
The other swordsman was also a guest of the prince's family. No one knew his surname, so they all called him Hu Laosan or Hu Sanye.
Song Maoling, the handsome sixth prince in white robes, responded expressionlessly: "Go back and tell him that I don't care about that chair. Now that the country is facing a national crisis, I have to do my part."
The Seventh Prince Song Zhongliang also hurriedly agreed, but his words were a little unnaturally timid: "I'm not surprised either. There are too many rules in the palace, and I'm not used to it at all!"
Hu Laosan, who was nearly half a hundred years old, smiled brightly: "Then please follow me back and explain it clearly to His Highness the Crown Prince in person!"
While speaking, he made eye contact with Zhang Ziya and approached simultaneously.
Song Maoling was ready for a life-and-death fight. Although he was not afraid of fighting one against two, he had a younger brother who had no skills following him. He had to ensure the safety of the other party, so he protected him behind him and retreated cautiously.
When the distance approached about three meters, Hu Laosan raised his sword and took action. At the same time, Zhang Ziya danced the red tassel spear. There was only a "puff" sound and blood spattered in all directions.
Hu Laosan, who was a few steps away from him, clutched his neck where blood was gushing out, his face was shocked, and his stunned pupils gradually lost their life and fell.
Song Maoling and the seventh prince Song Zhongliang were even more confused.
The person involved, Zhang Ziya, wiped the blood-stained spear tip very calmly, took out a bottle of potion and sprinkled it on Hu Laosan's still warm body. The ulcers were visible to the naked eye. He said calmly: "Go north, there are five Changning troops recently. The cavalry is passing by, and among them is Zhao Zhengli. Send a message to him. There is a traitor in his tent, and this mission may be detrimental to him."
After saying that, he held Hongying and disappeared into the jungle, leaving behind two royal brothers with bewildered faces.
