Yang Feng took out an envelope from his arms, put it to his nose and sniffed it. The letter had been on him for months, and the original smell had long since dissipated, but as if the lilac flower painted on the envelope was alive, he seemed to feel a fragrance that seemed to be absent.

He opened the envelope, took out the letter, and saw that it read:

"Sycamore treats each other old, and the mandarin ducks will die.

A virgin woman is a martyr, and so is she who lays down her life.

I can't afford to swear it, and the concubine has an ancient well water. The inscription is entitled: Zhu Yunlan.

This is the letter that Yun handed to him when he left Beijing with Yun and left the dock by boat.

At that time, Yang Feng was taken aback, and said dumbfounded: "Your Majesty, this is, this is, this is ,......"

"You guessed it right." Yun said calmly, his voice neither high nor low.

"This." Yang Feng was so surprised, he never thought that Yun Lan would write such a poem for him.

"Yang Feng, you were a guard beside me before, and my sister was already there, but you were already married at that time, and this matter can only be buried in the bottom of your heart. It wasn't until not long ago, when your wife passed away, that she confided in her heart, so I thought you were the captain of the Zhongshan Horse. Yun said.

Yun Ben didn't want to talk to Yang Feng about this, but Yun Lan insisted on sending a letter to Yang Feng, and told him: "Brother Huang, my sister has already been a widow once, and she will never do it a second time." At that time, Yun looked at Yun Lan's determined expression, and couldn't help but nod and agreed to her request. Since the letter was to be handed over to Yang Feng, Yun finally decided to tell Yang Feng the truth. He must not be made to think that Yun Lan is a person with water-based poplars.

Yang Feng looked at the letter at this time, recalled what Yun said to him at that time, his expression became much softer, and he said to himself: "Your Highness, I will definitely make a great contribution and go back alive, so that I can be worthy of you!" ”

After a while, Yang Feng put the letter back in the envelope, carefully put it into a parchment bag, and then put the parchment bag into a brown paper bag and put it in his arms. But even though the letter was no longer in sight, he was still thinking about something.

He was thinking about it when suddenly a voice came from his ears: "General Yang, Timur's Chinese army camp has moved and is coming towards our army." The distance between our army and the enemy is now less than two miles, and at the present pace of marching, it will soon be approached. Chang Jizong reported to Yang Feng.

Yongming left guard sent out to block the Xiyu Salha Division, and after seeing Cao Xing leading the cavalry to rush up, he immediately ordered the whole army to withdraw to the camp, so as not to be killed by the cavalry of the left and right guards of the government army. Of course, this was discovered by the Western Lu, and another part of the people tried to rush into the camp to seize the camp, and Qin Sen led the troops to retreat with great difficulty.

After dawn, all the western captives withdrew from the Chinese army camp of the Ming Dynasty, and Chang Jizong took the opportunity to return to his own military guard. At this time, he commanded this guard to follow Yang Feng to fight Xiyu.

"Order all the soldiers not to slack off and prepare for the battle against the Western Captives." Yang Feng came back to his senses and commanded loudly.

"General, these Western captives have never seen our guards fight, and these days there are still suitable talents, we have all seen how the main army under Timur fights, this battle our army knows itself and the enemy, but Timur does not know the other, our army will win!" A staff officer beside him said at this time.

"Do not despise the enemy so much. His Majesty once said: despise the enemy strategically, attach importance to the enemy tactically, and come up with the means to deal with the ox, no matter whether the western captives are cattle or chickens! Although Yang Feng agreed with the staff officer's words, he still said with a straight face.

"What's more, this battle must be won, but also won safely." Yang Feng said again: "Shangzhiwei is the most powerful guard in the Ming Dynasty, and on the premise of ensuring victory, try to lose as few soldiers as possible. ”

"Yes, General!" A few people in front of him bowed down to promise, and Chang Jizong then stepped back to command his guard.

Yang Feng settled down again, completely focused on the Xilu in front of him, and prepared for the first battle between the two sides.

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"This formation of the Ming army is so strange. The four corners are musketeers, and in the middle are spearmen, which I have never seen before. ”

"Their clothes are also very strange, except for the color of the other Ming troops, the style is not small, and it looks like the costume of the Franco-Robot (the name of the Great Cannibal for Europeans), but the armor is too little. The musketeers wore only steel helmets on their heads, but no armor on their bodies; The armor of the pikemen was also short. It stands to reason that the Ming Kingdom is richer than our country, so that even the Praetorian Guards can't be equipped with full-body armor. ”

"Why would the emperor of the Ming Kingdom raise such an army? How effective is this army? Timur said with some puzzlement.

"Great Khan, the Easterners have never had the tradition of wearing heavy armor in battle, and there have always been very few heavy infantry. They placed more emphasis on the mobility of their armies, and there were often more horses in an army than on horseback. A staff officer said.

"Of course I do. But the most important thing for the emperor's guards was combat effectiveness, and in the open battlefield heavy cavalry may not be able to destroy light cavalry, but heavy infantry will definitely be able to defeat several times the light infantry. As for mobility, when there was no war, they could transport all their heavy stuff in carts, and the Praetorian Guards could not be short of horses. Timur said.

"Great Khan, there is only one possibility, that is, the Ming people think that such a special light infantry is stronger than the combat effectiveness of the heavy infantry." Another staff officer said.

Only this explanation is reasonable. Tieletai, you led your 3,000 infantry to fight the Ming army. Timur said. The Ming army in front of him was a small formation of more than 2,000 people, five small formations were a middle formation, and five middle formations were a large formation. He had never seen this army make a move, so he cautiously sent people to test it.

"Yes, Great Khan." Tieletai agreed, and went down to lead the troops. Soon, an infantry force of 3,000 men broke away from the main formation and walked towards the Ming army.

At this time, at the forefront of the Ming army's formation were the two thousand households of the Jinwu rearguard. Hu Yuancheng, the commander of these two thousand households, watched Xilu come to his guard, and his face flashed with joy, and then he coughed and his expression returned to normal, and said to the soldiers: "Soldiers, this is the first time that our Jinwu guards have fought for the first time, and we must let Xilu see the strength of our army!" ”

"Banish the Tartars!" The crowd responded loudly. Many people also showed excitement on their faces.

Soon, the two armies approached to a distance of one hundred and twenty paces. The rear team of the Western Captives immediately drew their bows and arrows, and shot their bows and arrows diagonally upwards towards the Ming army.

For a while, only the sound of "clanging" was heard, and many arrows fell on the helmets or the armor of the spearmen and were bounced off, but some arrows also hit places where there was no armor on the body, and suddenly dozens of people stumbled or fell to the ground.

At the same time, the cannons of the Siyu also opened fire. Hundreds of solid bullets flew towards the Ming army, knocking the first person they encountered into a meat patty, and then crushed all the way over, but anyone who was touched was killed. Tieletai even saw the scene of flesh and blood flying sideways, how could the power of this cannonball be resisted by flesh and blood?

But the soldiers of the whole formation still walked forward in a neat line, and the fallen colleagues beside them seemed to not exist, and no one stopped because of this, and the positions of those killed by the arrows were quickly filled by the back row, and the 'passages' that were knocked out by the solid shells were also quickly and without confusion after the solid shells passed through the entire small formation.

"How can these Khitans be so powerful?" Tie Letai's brow furrowed. The discipline of these Ming soldiers was far beyond his imagination, and the entire Samarkand country, except for the Great Khan's personal guards, the other main armies could not achieve such a high level of battlefield discipline. However, the Great Khan's personal guard was only 2,000 people, while the Praetorian Guard of the Ming Emperor in front of him was more than 50,000 people, and it is said that there were three infantry guards who remained in the capital and did not participate in the battle.

He was more cautious and ordered the soldiers to slow down, and the archers in the back row almost completely stopped, took arrows from the quiver and fired them at the Ming army again. Before the distance between the two armies was only thirty paces, three more rounds of arrows were fired. But to his surprise, although hundreds of Ming soldiers were killed in the process, no one fired a shot at all, and the only action of everyone was to maintain a neat queue and move forward with the constant beating of drums.

"Ming Jun can't be stupid, right?" A centurion muttered to himself.

But at this moment, the commander of the Ming army shouted, the drum beat changed, and the Ming soldiers suddenly stopped.

Immediately, the musketeers lined up in front of them in a denser formation than before, raised their spears, and aimed them at the western captives.

Tieletai suddenly felt that it was not good, and was about to shout, when he heard the sound of gunfire in unison, and about 200 spears were fired at the same time, and the flames flashed in a single piece, drowning in a cloud of white smoke from the west who was standing in the front with a knife in one hand and a shield in the other.

The men who had finished shooting immediately retreated, slipped through the gap in the second row, and went to the back to reload their ammunition; The soldiers who were originally in the second row took a few steps forward, removed all the gaps in the middle, and also lined up in a dense queue, and also raised their spears in their hands to fire at them. Immediately, the musketeers of the third platoon rushed up and repeated the maneuver.

The Tieletai Department was suddenly blinded. They had never seen such an opponent. The shield in his hand and the armor on his body seemed to be papier-mâché, which had no effect at all, and almost all of the five hundred soldiers at the front could clearly see a small hole punched by a projectile, and some even had a hole in the armor behind them.

The 500 men were almost completely wiped out, and only about 30 were not hit by the projectile or only scratched a little skin. But these thirty or so people also screamed and fled backwards in spite of the military order. The other soldiers were also frightened.

But the Xilu in front of him seemed to have no idea of all this, quietly reloading his ammunition, and then three rounds of fire were fired at Xilu, and three or four hundred people fell.

One of the surviving soldiers howled and rushed towards the musketeers, but by this time, the spearmen had already come to the side of the musketeers under the command of the drumbeat and killed all the irrational captives.

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