Under the moonlight, several fast horses drove into the garrison of the Perak camp, and a moment later, Zou Ming's happy laughter came from the big tent of the Chinese army. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"It's finally time to make a profit." Inside the big tent, holding the order that had just been delivered, Zou Ming danced with his hands, "Come on, go and ask Vice General Yang to come over." ”

The sleepy-eyed soldiers ran out briskly while tying their clothes, and Zou Ming sat under the light and carefully read the order again. The emperor's handwritten warrant ordered the Perak Battalion, the garrison of Izumo County, to immediately launch an attack on the Qin realm, crush the enemy in front of him, and capture Leye County.

The emperor's order requirements were very clear, not only to win, but also to win a big victory, to fight a war to chill his courage, shake the confidence of the opponent, and establish in the opponent's heart that it was difficult for the Ming army to win head-on.

This is where some research is needed.

Placing the emperor's handwritten letter on the desk, Zou Ming walked to the center of the big tent, lifted the cloth covering the sand table, held the oil lamp in one hand, and propped it on the edge of the sand table with the other, carefully looking at the miniature version of the mountains and rivers of Leye County in front of him.

Leye County, mainly mountainous and hilly, has no steep terrain, and on the whole, it is a place that is easy to attack and difficult to defend. Originally, there were not many garrisons in Leye County, but since the Qi army invaded Shayang County, Leye County only had an additional Qi army of 5,000 people, with Leye County as the center, stationed 3,000 people, and then stationed a thousand troops on the left and right sides of the climax town and Honghuatao as the wings, arranging troops, and discipline, it seems that there is no flaw, no matter what point is attacked, it will cause a rebound of the other two points, and the distance between the three parties makes the reinforcements arrive at the point where they are attacked within an hour. If there were cavalry, they would have been able to attack within a few pillars of incense.

With the current combat effectiveness of the Thunderbolt battalion, weapons and equipment, it is not difficult to defeat the opponent, but it is a little difficult to meet the emperor's requirements, the two sides have been facing each other for so long, and they also know each other very well, especially for the temperament of the generals on both sides and the past experience, the battle record, are all clear, Zou Ming knows the opponent very well, and I believe that the opponent will not be unfamiliar with him.

"General, Adjutant General Yang is not in the battalion. One of his own soldiers said he was going to the death row camp again. The pro-soldier opened the curtain and said.

Going to a death row camp again? It seems that Yang Zhi is really working these people, and he stays there for seven or eight days out of ten days, but he wants to cultivate a death battalion like His Majesty the Emperor back then, and Zou Ming has no hope at all.

"Let's go, where are we going, let's see if these guys that Vice General Yang has high hopes for can be used, and they can't be used?" Zou Ming walked out. Yang Zhi is familiar with military books, maybe he doesn't have as much combat experience as himself, but this one-brained ghost idea, or he can come up with a good way to meet the requirements of His Majesty the Emperor.

Although it was the third watch in the middle of the night, Zou Ming heard the hustle and bustle of the death row camp from a long distance. The camp is not large, and there are only about 300 death row prisoners who were fished out of the prison by Yang Zhi, plus dozens of veterans who trained them. There were no guards in the camp, and there were no special measures to prevent these guys from escaping, but Yang Zhi divided the three hundred death row prisoners into three groups, and the people in each group included both outlaws who had nothing and guys who dragged their families with their families. It's not that those outlaws don't want to run, but they're stared at by people, and they can't run if they want to. No one wants to be unlucky with them, especially those who have families, and they don't want their families to be affected by this.

Moreover, all the people here were also scared away by Yang Zhi's cruel methods.

Soon after the camp was established, a one-legged thief who was full of food and the whole family was not hungry injured several companions in the same group, and then knocked down several soldiers and fled, but in less than half a day, he was dragged back from outside the camp by Yang Zhi like a pig, and the flagpole was hung high above the scorching sun.

Three hundred people were assembled. A few of the wounded had chairs to sit on, and there was wine and meat in front of them, while the rest of the group who had been on the fence during the fight were tied to pillars ready to be punished.

Yang Zhi ate meat and drank wine with these injured guys, and at the same time ordered to whip those who watched and did not help, these veterans of the Perak camp were really ruthless when they beat people, and every time the thorny thorns went down, they could immediately make people have a long blood mark on their bodies. If these were still bearable, then Yang Zhi was talking, laughing, eating and drinking, but his ghostly little sword was hovering and flying in the air, cutting off the flesh of the fleeing outlaw piece by piece, and the flesh and blood fell from the air, spilling on the other two hundred people in the line, and also on those who were being whipped, and naturally, on the injured who were eating and drinking meat.

The fugitive on the flagpole wailed hoarsely, first begging for mercy, and then scolding when he saw that begging for mercy was fruitless, turning out Yang Zhi's ancestors for eight generations and scolding him, just to provoke the other party to give himself a good time, but no matter what tricks he used, how disgusting the words he said, Yang Zhi still looked at that leisurely and complacent, eating meat and drinking, and picking vegetables for a few injured people from time to time, when he finally grabbed a piece of meat that fell from the fugitive who fell from the empty body with a chopstick and handed it to the injured person opposite, The few people on the other side finally couldn't hold back anymore and vomited together.

Yang Zhi sneered and put this piece of flesh and blood in his mouth and chewed it a few bites, spit it out, and said coldly: "Wu Ling said that human flesh tastes good, what is there to eat, it is sour." ”

The feet of the two hundred onlookers were weak, watching Yang Zhiren's face change color, and the guy who was being whipped didn't even dare to scream, he pursed his lips deadly, and in the whole camp, only the wailing on the flagpole, the flying sound of thorns and the vomiting of several people remained.

Yang Zhi killed the man for two hours, and almost cut the fugitive into a skeleton before stopping.

Since this escape, there has not been a single escape attempt in the death row. This time, it also made the death row remember the devilish Yang Zhi, and of course, they also remembered another person, Wu Ling. In Yang Zhi's mouth, that person had really eaten human flesh and thought that human flesh tasted good.

In the death row camp, these people privately called Yang Zhi the king of Yang Yan. There's no way, I can't beat him, I can't beat him, I can't beat him. Everyone in this death row camp prides themselves on being ruthless, but in front of Yang Zhi, they are all ashamed of themselves.

No one wants to be the next unlucky guy to be killed for hours. Even if you die, you have to die happily!

Listening to the hustle and bustle of the death row camp, Zou Ming, who recalled these past events, was a little funny, and after that incident, he asked Yang Zhi in private, "Is human flesh really sour?" ”

At that time, Yang Zhi's performance in front of him made him laugh for several days, because this guy's face was white at that time, and then he retched in front of him, and his face was green.

"Wu Ling is not a human!" This is a sentence that Yang Zhi threw to Zou Ming when he fled back to his big tent.

In fact, Zou Ming still sympathizes with his lieutenant general, a noble son, after being knocked down in the dust, the price he paid is unimaginable for those of him who have been rolling in the mud since childhood, or what seems to him to be taken for granted, but for them, it is extremely difficult.

Yang Zhi knows a lot of things, and as the relationship between the two deepens, he also knows more. This is also not a simple person, if it weren't for his brilliance being covered by His Majesty the Emperor, he would definitely be glorious, at least, daring to assassinate the Emperor of Chu is not something that ordinary people dare to imagine.

Walking into the camp, Zou Ming saw Yang Zhi at a glance. This guy was lying comfortably on a rocking chair, but in front of him, the soldiers of the death row camp were wearing only a pair of pants and waving the mace in their hands, training hard.

Yang Zhi had been in the miners' camp for a long time, and he had an extraordinary affection for the heavy infantry, and after the formation of this death row camp, he didn't care what weapons these people used before, and changed them all to heavy weapons maces. Anyway, these people have a very good martial arts foundation, and Yang Zhi doesn't need them to fight alone.

The reason why he didn't use the knife was because Yang Zhi wanted to distinguish them from the miners' battalion, which was his hard work. Of course, he can't get the whole body armor like the miner's battalion, this thing is expensive, even if Qin Feng is the emperor, he can only afford to raise a miner battalion, a miner battalion as a soldier of 5,000 people, but the auxiliary soldiers are also 5,000, the miner battalion is the core force of the Ming army's infantry, and it is also a war battalion with the largest number of people. Until the critical moment, Qin Feng would not invest this force at all.

When he fought the barbarians, Qin Feng was completely reluctant to let the miners' battalion go into battle, because in his opinion, the barbarians were not worth his use of this armed force.

Yang Zhi retreated, although there were only three hundred people, three hundred maces were terrifying enough to wield. These people all have good martial arts cultivation, and the mace weighing dozens of catties in their hands is not much heavier than a toy.

For Yang Zhi, the problem is not how they kill the enemy, but how to make these big bandits have the awareness of army fighting. Fighting in the army and fighting with the rivers and lakes are completely two concepts, even if a cultivator like a grandmaster is caught in the battle formation of the army, it will still be a dead end.

In the past few months, Yang Zhi has been doing one thing, cultivating the team fighting spirit of these people, so that these fierce and vicious guys can trust their companions unreservedly in battle, which is much more difficult than training some recruits.

Of course, Yang Zhi's method is simple and crude. If anyone can't remember, then beat them to remember Luo until they form a conditioned reflex.

"General Zou!" Seeing Zou Ming appear in front of him, Yang Zhi was a little surprised, he knew that Zou Ming had different opinions on his training of these outlaws, and since he came last time, he had never set foot here, let alone bothered to ask about these things, and he suddenly came over today, there must be something important.

"Your luck has changed!" Zou Ming looked at Yang Zhi and said with a smile.

Yang Zhi's eyes lit up immediately, and of course he understood what Zou Ming meant when he said that his luck had improved.