"A few days ago, our army captured Zunhua and wiped out eight hundred Tatars. Everyone, tell me, why can we win this battle?"
The whole army gathered, Zuo Mengeng held a loudspeaker, obviously not wanting to chat with the big guys.
The officers and soldiers all looked at each other, instinctively sensing that something was not simple.
Of course, Zuo Mengeng didn't insist on anyone telling him.
What he said was just foreshadowing.
"If you ask me, there is only one reason why we can win this battle and win so easily."
He paused and his voice rose several times.
"Just because the Tatars underestimate the enemy, they feel that our army is no good."
At this time, no one could hold back, and whispers and discussions broke out one after another. Obviously, many people do not agree with Zuo Mengeng's conclusion.
Mao Yuanyi stood aside and watched the scene. When she looked at Zuo Mengeng, she was filled with admiration.
Only people like him who have been on the battlefield in Liaodong will understand how powerful Hou Jin is.
After withdrawing from Zunhua, he wondered if he should find an opportunity to remind Zuo Mengeng not to underestimate Hou Jin.
Now it seems that this young general's caution and vigilance are enough to put countless famous generals to shame.
Zuo Mengeng didn't know what he was thinking, so he still expressed his own opinions.
"You guys may not be convinced. Well, let me ask you, how many are in our army? How many are in the Tatars?"
It’s still a question that doesn’t require anyone to answer.
"Our army has three thousand, while the Tatars only have eight hundred. Isn't it necessary to win this battle?"
The discussion disappeared and everyone fell into thinking.
Zuo Mengeng's question came in time.
"What if there are three thousand Tatars and eight hundred of our army?"
No one can answer this question, but everyone knows that based on the bravery of the Tatars in charging that day, if the rear camp was at a numerical disadvantage, it would definitely not be a good thing.
Zuo Menggeng’s argument goes beyond this.
"The Tatars despise us. Even though I have more soldiers, they still go out to fight in the city. But if the Tatars don't come out and concentrate on defending the city, can we attack it so easily?"
If the first question cannot be argued yet, then the second question has completely woken everyone up.
Five hundred Tatar cavalry were wiped out outside the city, and there were no casualties in the rear camp. But after entering the city, they only had to deal with 300 defenders, and the rear camp suffered more than 100 casualties.
This is because the elite Tatars were wiped out outside the city. If all 800 Tatars defend the city, as Zuo Mengeng said, the losses to the rear camp will definitely be very heavy.
Now, the whole camp no longer had a relaxed and happy attitude. Everyone tensed up and began to regain their senses.
Zuo Mengeng's voice was deafening and clearly reached the ears of every soldier.
"Our battle has just begun, and there will be more cruel and dangerous battles waiting for us later. If we underestimate the enemy because of this, then the Tatars in Zunhua City are a lesson for us. A arrogant soldier will be defeated, this is The eternal truth. Even when a lion fights a rabbit, he must use all his strength. I don’t want to lose our lives in our back camp because we were careless and underestimated the enemy even though we can win very well. I even hope that when we return, Relatives far away in Linqing can see your smiling faces returning home safely. Tell me, can you do it?"
The whole army was excited and shouted in unison.
"Practice hard with an open mind, fight bravely, destroy the enemy, and save yourself!"
Hearing this response, Zuo Mengeng finally showed a comfortable smile.
From that day on, the lazy and impetuous atmosphere in the back camp completely disappeared. The various departments of the rear camp were scattered everywhere, and they all carried out more rigorous training.
Mao Yuanyi was really impressed to the extreme when she saw that Zuo Menggeng had transformed the entire army with just one speech.
Of course, what he admired most were the weapons of the rear camp.
"If these guns and artillery can be spread throughout the world, it will be easy to destroy the Tartars and pacify Liaodong."
Zuo Mengeng must resolutely wake up from this weapon-only theory.
"If these weapons are used by other armies, it won't be long before the Tatars can also use them. By then, the number of winners and losers will still be the same."
Without giving Mao Yuanyi a chance to argue, Zuo Mengeng said firmly: "There is a problem with this dynasty. It is not just a problem with the emperor, but with everyone and all links from top to bottom. And these problems are based on the court's Ability cannot solve it at all. Sir, you should not have any illusions and hope that a wise king and capable minister will come from heaven to turn the tide. Under the general trend, manpower is sometimes poor, so there is no need to capsize with a broken ship. "
Mao Yuanyi is a talent.
It will definitely not work to let him command the war, but he is definitely the authoritative level when it comes to armaments and weapons.
Moreover, he has been in battle for a long time and knows the situation in Liaodong very well, which will definitely be of great use in the future.
Zuo Mengeng didn't want him to be like in his previous life, where his passion was ruthlessly shelved and he ended up depressed.
Mao Yuanyi didn't expect to hear these dangerous words before her persuasion took effect.
But following Zuo Mengeng these days, seeing all his deeds and the magic of the rear camp, Mao Yuanyi would be lying if she said she wasn't moved.
The more unfairly I have been treated, the more I envy a place full of vitality like Houying.
However, Zhongjun's thoughts were not easily eliminated, so he finally gave a wry smile and did not say whether he would agree or not.
Zuo Mengeng was not in a hurry.
He knew that people like Mao Yuanyi could only be recruited for his own use when they were completely disappointed.
Just because of his status as Sun Chengzong's staff, he will not have a foothold in the court from now on.
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Today's battles are mostly on the front lines of Yongping and Qian'an, and Zuo Mengeng can't find any opportunities.
He originally thought he would hide in the mountains for a while and never thought something unexpected would happen.
"Chizao, we found someone fighting in the valley to the east."
Zuo Mengeng couldn't help but be stunned.
There are barren mountains and ridges around here, and the main force of Houjin is in the south. Who is fighting?
No matter what, since things are happening around you, you can't ignore them.
Zuo Mengeng immediately called the First Squadron of the First Brigade to follow him. The rest of the officers had nothing to do and also followed to watch the fun.
As soon as we reached the mountain of Toudaogou, we saw smoke and dust billowing on the path in the distance, rushing towards us at a high speed.
Not long after, we reached the soles of our feet.
Only then did everyone see clearly that it was two groups of people chasing him.
There was only one person running in front, and she was a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old. However, the horse under his crotch is extremely handsome, and it is actually covered with dark clouds and snow.
When galloping, the four white horse hooves are like fluttering fireflies, making the whole horse appear light and ready to fly.
Chasing behind them were dozens of armored soldiers with yellow flags. While making a roar like a wild beast, it chased after him.
There were dozens of steps between the two sides, and the Houjin cavalry began to fire arrows.
The little girl in front took out her curved bow, moved it left and right, and dozens of arrows were easily separated by her.
Then she started to fight back.
Without even seeing her movements clearly, nine feather arrows flew like lightning, immediately shooting several Jian slaves off their horses.
"What a volley of arrows!"
Zuo Hua couldn't help but praise when he saw his blood boiling.
Zuo Mengeng asked: "How does this archery technique compare with yours?"
The eight people who were enjoying glory, wealth, and eternal enjoyment all lowered their heads with shame on their faces. Obviously, they felt embarrassed to be compared to a little girl.
There is a new situation below.
Dozens more riders rushed out of the dirt road next to them, blocking the little girl's path.
This time, she was surrounded in the middle and seemed to be doomed.
But the little girl didn't panic too much. After sheathing her bow, she actually took out two hammers and attacked Jian Nu.
"Go and save people quickly."
Zuo Mengeng quickly ordered.
No matter who this little girl is, since she is fighting Hou Jin, she is worth saving.
A group of people hurriedly ran down the mountain, and then saw a scene they would never forget.
The little girl danced her two big hammers into a ball and ran straight into the crowd of slaves.
There were quite a few strong men among the slaves, and the weapons they held were heavy weapons such as maces.
But as soon as such a weapon touched the little girl's hammer, it immediately flew into the air. Jiannu, who was holding a mace, was knocked off his horse with a hammer. He quickly retreated and knocked over five or six of his accomplices.
what is this?
Cyclone Charge Tornado?
Anyway, everyone saw that the little girl was not hindered in the slightest and directly killed the Jiannu who blocked her, leaving only the remains on the ground.
Those with people and horses are just not intact.
On the crowd's side, several people could not help but tremble.
Liu Yiyuan wiped away cold sweat and muttered: "Is this... is this the overlord of girls?"
Zuo Mengeng didn't even know how to answer him.
Anyway, no one he knew had such a strong force. Even for himself, if Ma Zhan touches this little girl, can he stop her?
Okay, I don't want to pay it back. After thinking about it, he also felt a little warm in his crotch.
Fortunately, everyone was surprised and their actions were not slow. When they got close, a shot of musketry instantly wiped out all the remaining Jian slaves.
The battlefield calmed down, but everyone's eyes were fixed on the little girl who was slowly approaching.
Although he knew that under the fire of muskets, this little girl would not be immune. But with just two hammers, she was able to cut through the siege of the Jiannujia soldiers and killed twenty or thirty elite soldiers. In terms of personal bravery, this little girl was simply not human.
"Are you doing this?"
The little girl rode over and saw them wearing Ming army uniforms. She knew they were her own and relaxed.
It was this statement that tasted like dirt, which made Zuo Mengeng smile.
"Girl, there are wars everywhere. It's very dangerous for you to run around alone."
The little girl didn't care.
"Don't I know there's a war going on? Otherwise, why would I abandon the shortcut to Xuan Mansion and go around here?"
After that, she jumped off the horse.
"Is there anything to eat?"
But not outside.
Zuo Mengeng asked someone to bring some steamed buns and pickles.
The little girl looked very hungry, grabbing two bites of the steamed bun.
Only then did Zuo Mengeng have time to look at her carefully.
She is not short, about the same as Xu Ruolin. I thought it was a ball, but when I got closer I realized it was wrapped in fur.
Maybe he often rides horses, so his skin color becomes healthy black and red. Slender face, very light and long eyebrows. The most eye-catching thing is that the eyes are very big, almost as big as Shui Bingyue.
Water Ice Moon Dance Sledgehammer?
Good luck!
But when he looked at others like this, he aroused dissatisfaction from them.
The little girl knew that she looked very embarrassed while eating, and felt very uncomfortable.
"What are you looking at?"
Zuo Mengeng was stunned for a moment, feeling quite confused.
Do you want a classic reply?
Waiting online, quite urgent.
The little girl just thought that he was reluctant to part with the food, and said angrily: "Don't worry, my father is Wang Shizhong, the governor-general of the left and the commander-in-chief of Fuyi. Let him pay you back double when the time comes."
Oh, I can't tell, but she is still the daughter of a high-ranking official.
But soon, Zuo Mengeng stopped laughing.
I kept chanting the name "Wang Shizhong" in my heart, and couldn't help but asked cautiously: "How many daughters does your father...have?"
The little girl was puzzled.
"What do you mean? I am the only daughter of my father."
Zuo Mengeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He looked at the other party blankly, with only one thought in his mind.
My wife!
