"Let's go and go with me to see the thief call me!"

After getting some of the war horses, Zuo Liangyu was in a good mood and remembered the fact that he had just blown the trumpet. He reached out and lifted the cotton curtain and spoke to Yang Xiao.

"Brother, I am seriously ill in bed. If someone sees me, I may cause trouble." Yang Xiao hesitated. He had just heard Zuo Liangyu tell Chen Qiyu and others that he was seriously ill.

"It's okay!" Zuo Liangyu replied indifferently: "So what can they do if they see it? As long as I appear in the position of comforting envoy on time, they can't say anything?"

"As for what happened next?" At this point, Zuo Liangyu sneered: "After this incident, do you think they can still sit in this position?"

"Brother said so much!" Yang Xiao didn't say much. He was just about to see what kind of person Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong were, and could destroy a huge empire.

"Li British, bring a few people with me." After Zuo Liangyu came out of the tent, he yelled. Immediately, several personal soldiers followed, and the leader was the personal soldiers who were lanterns that Yang Xiao saw last night.

Zuo Liangyu didn't ride a horse, but just took Yang Xiao through the camp and walked between the two mountains in the distance.

When Yang Xiao traveled through time, it was late at night and it was raining. Although he absorbed Zuo Liangchen's memory, he did not have a clear understanding of the Ming army's camp and combat power. When he looked at the Ming army camp again today, he had gained a lot of knowledge. However, he saw hundreds of tents mixed but not messy, and the roads were clear. The Ming army soldiers I saw along the way were all strong and strong. Although they were not as brave as Zuo Liangyu's personal soldiers, they were also very energetic.

Yang Xiao was a little surprised to see this situation. Historical books recorded that the Ming army soldiers had extremely poor combat power. They were defeated several times with the Later Jin Dynasty and were killed so much that they were killed. If this was considered to be poor combat power, how powerful would the Later Jin army be?

"Liangchen, how do you think about these soldiers?" Zuo Liangyu was interested in competing with Yang Xiao. Seeing that his attention was on the Ming soldiers, he asked.

Yang Xiao didn't want Zuo Liangyu to look down on him, so he thought for a while before answering: "In my opinion, although these soldiers cannot be called elite soldiers, they can be used."

"Good minister!" Zuo Liangyu smiled: "These soldiers are already the elite of our Ming army. Although they are not as good as the elite soldiers of Liaodong's battles, they are not much different."

"Can these soldiers be as good as the elite soldiers of Liaodong?" Yang Xiaoqi asked.

Liaodong and the Later Jin Dynasty had a long confrontation, from the Wanli year to the death of the Ming Dynasty until the Ming Dynasty was destroyed by Li Zicheng. Over the past few decades, Liaodong and the Later Jin Dynasty fought more than a hundred battles, although more defeats were lost and fewer victory. However, by the time of Ming Dynasty, the Later Jin Dynasty never broke through Liaodong head-on. Several times of invasion into the hinterland of the Ming Dynasty were also a detour to Mongolia. In addition to the reason why Ningyuan's city was strong and deep, the elite bravery of the soldiers was also extremely important.

"Of course it's comparable!" Zuo Liangyu explained: "These soldiers are recruiting soldiers, not military troops. They also fight with bandits for a long time and have many gains. After winning many battles, even a kitten can turn into a tiger."

"I'm afraid it's a paper tiger!" Yang Xiao retorted in his heart, and felt unsatisfied, and then said: "Brother, you started from Liaodong. In your opinion, can these soldiers really compete with the Later Jin and Houma?"

Zuo Liangyu pondered for a moment, but did not answer directly: "Of course it is not possible to pull them to the battlefield now. If you throw them into Ningyuan and go through three battles and fail to die, you can use it when defending the city."

"Brother is talking about resisting the city to stand firm, but what if it is a field battle?" Yang Xiao asked afterwards.

Zuo Liangyu's face changed slightly: "The Later Jin Dynasty's Houfeng is the best in the world, and he is invincible in field battles. If he encounters the soldiers of the Eight Banners of Han, he may trade two for one in field battles. But if he encounters a real Tartar, the lives of ten Ming soldiers can be exchanged for one, which is not a loss."

"Even a general like Zuo Liangyu is so despairing at the Later Jin army. How could the Ming Dynasty not perish?" Hearing Zuo Liangyu's words, Yang Xiao was silent for a long time. He knew that as long as he hangs in this world, he would sooner or later encounter the Qing soldiers.

"If I have the opportunity to take charge of military power, I must train an army that can only compete with the Later Jin field." Yang Xiao made up his mind, but did not dare to say it out loud, but just pressed this idea deeply into his heart.

After the two of them said that, neither of them had the interest in talking about the combat power of the Ming army. It was not until they almost reached the entrance of the carriage that Yang Xiao could not help but ask: "When the two armies were fighting, firearms were the first. Why did the soldiers they saw along the way all had swords and guns?"

Hearing Yang Xiao’s question, Zuo Liangyu laughed: “Legacy, you only know one thing, not the other. Although firearms are powerful weapons, they are too affected by the right time, place and logistics, and their quality is too poor. After ten rounds, there are 20 to 10 blowers. Therefore, firearms are mostly used to guard camps, rely on strong cities and heavy artillery to fight. If you are fighting in the field, you have to use bows, guns and other weapons."

After hearing Zuo Liangyu's words, Yang Xiao felt relieved. At this time, the firearm was not like the firearms in later generations. They used the thrust of gunpowder to fire the lead bullets. As soon as it rained, the gunpowder would get damp. The firearms became a decoration, which naturally could not compare to the advantages of bows, arrows and swords and guns.

While talking, the two had already reached the entrance of the carriage gorge. From a distance, they saw a huge stone village erected between the two mountains. A large flag on it fluttered in the wind, embroidered with a huge "Cao". The stone mountain below it just blocked the entrance of the gorge. It was level with half of Yushizhai, and the Ming army in red was standing on it, looking vigilantly below.

"It turns out that General Cao is on duty." Zuo Liangyu pointed to the flag and said.

"Is Cao Wenzhao the most powerful general in the late Ming Dynasty?" Yang Xiao looked at the big flag of Cao, and his heart was filled with passion.

Before the group could walk to the stone village, they saw a horse protruding from the stone village. They were about thirty years old, wearing iron armor and majestic expressions.

The man rushed straight towards Zuo Liangyu, and the horse's hooves made the ground sway and mud and water splashed.

When Zuo Liangyu saw him coming to ride, he sneered, and stood there straight.

The horse was about to come to Zuo Liangyu, but he did not slow down, but immediately a grim smile appeared on the general's face.

Seeing this situation, Li Ying, who had been following the two, rushed out with a sharp edge, drew his sword and pointed his fingers. He knew that his identity was incomparable to the other party, so he did not dare to insult him, but just stood in front of Zuo Liangyu.

Just when the horse was only two steps away from Li Ying, Cao Bianjiao suddenly pulled the reins. The black horse neighed and his front legs suddenly raised. With the sound of wind, he stepped towards his head.

Seeing this situation, Li Ying was shocked and squatted slightly.

"Don't move."

Seeing this situation, Yang Xiao sneered and opened his mouth and said softly.

"Don't move!"

At the same time, Zuo Liangyu's voice also rang out at the right time.

Yang Xiao's words were useless, but Zuo Liangyu's words were an imperial order for Li Ying. His body immediately stiffened, and only his eyes kept moving in the direction of the horse's hooves.

"Swish!"

The horse's hooves just raised, slid across Li Ying's head, and stepped heavily in the mud. The mud rose up and splashed Li Ying. Even Zuo Liangyu and Yang Xiao behind him were invaded by a lot of mud.

Zuo Liangyu looked at Yang Xiao with praise, regardless of the mud and water stained on her body. He had fought for many years and could see that he had no murderous aura in his body, so he ordered Li Ying like this. However, he did not expect that Yang Xiao could see it, and it was one step earlier. This made him a little confused. If Yang Xiao had not been the one he had grown up since he was a child, he would have really doubted whether Yang Xiao had changed.

"General Xiao Cao's riding skills have made great progress, which is really gratifying." Zuo Liangyu looked at the silent general on the horse's back and laughed.

The visitor was Cao Bianjiao, the nephew of Cao Wenzhao. The two of them started together in Liaodong and then followed the order to fight against the thieves. They were usually quite self-disciplined. At the beginning, the two were also a little close to each other because they belonged to the Liaodong line with Zuo Liangyu. But when they found out that he was self-respecting and bullying the people and plundering wealth, they gradually got farther away from him. Just now, Cao Bianjiao saw Zuo Liangyu appear, and came up with this method, intending to embarrass Zuo Liangyu, but unexpectedly, Zuo Liangyu was silent, so that he could not come to Taiwan.
Chapter completed!