One Thousand Two Hundred and Sixty-Seven: Cutting Huang Song, Dongqing 1 Tong (9)

Yang Si's face turned pale with fright, he alone could not stop the willful lord.

Jiang Pengji looked at the situation on the battlefield with cold eyes, and said rather amusedly, "I seem to be the kind of person who rushes to die?"

Yang Si secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he was already mentally prepared for the lord to rush forward with Xiaobai regardless.

She was suddenly so obedient and docile, Yang Si really wasn't used to it.

Jiang Pengji said, "This time I pretended to be sick, and I discovered something different."

Yang Si looked at her puzzled, and murmured in his heart.

What did the protagonist learn from the feigning incident, so uncharacteristically?

In the past, she was indifferent to persuasion with earnest words, but now she almost gave up hope, and she actually learned how to behave.

Jiang Pengji smiled without saying a word.

After careful calculation, she has been in this era for almost ten years.

On the surface, she has adapted well, like an ordinary deviant person from ancient times, but in her bones, she is still the leader of the federal regent army who is in heaven. She and the people around her are of the same type on the surface, but they are completely different in essence——

She never felt how important blood inheritance was. After all, fertility has been replaced by machines, and life extension has become extremely simple.

As long as she is willing, she can have the inheritor of the best genes.

This era is different. Having children is not only to meet the needs of the body, but also to continue life and will.

Because Jiang Pengji had no children, when news of her serious illness came out, everyone agreed that the foundation she created would be ruined. Without an heir, there is no hope of continuation, even if everyone didn't say it to her face, she knew it in her heart.

Once she dies, the people who once attached to her will be like rootless duckweed, the real tree will fall and be scattered, and be divided up by other forces in the troubled times.

This time it was pretending to be sick, so everyone can still calm down. What if the next time it is really seriously injured?

Calculating the average life expectancy in this era, the people around her have all entered middle age or old age, and they cannot stand being frightened when they are old.

so--

Concentrate a little bit, protect yourself, lest these little publicity things scare you into something bad or bad.

The power of dozens of bed crossbows is indeed terrifying. Watching soldiers die under the bed crossbows in the live broadcast room, one can't help but worry.

However, this is a war on a scale of 100,000, and no matter how powerful dozens of bed crossbows are, there is no way to wipe out the other side.

After dozens of breaths, the leading troops of the two sides had already fought together.

On the battlefield, unless one is at Jiang Pengji's level, pure fighting skills won't be of much use.

Collective cooperation is far more important than individual recklessness, and the survival rate is higher.

Yang Si ordered the soldiers to form an army formation loose on the outside and tight on the inside, in order to mislead Yuan Xin, making Yuan Xin think that they rushed to the battle, the formation was unstable, and they were very easy to defeat. Yuan Xin really thought so, he got carried away for a while, and commanded the battle less cautiously.

If the general is less cautious and secure, it can be reflected intuitively on the battlefield, and the performance of the soldiers is the most obvious.

Nie Xun looked at the situation with cold eyes, as if he saw something, his pale and peeling lips were tightly pursed.

Something is wrong——

The enemy's formation seems to be loose, messy, and disorderly, but after the two armies met in close combat, the performance of the two is completely different.

The soldiers and horses under Yuanxin's tent were aggressive and excited, and the originally tight formation was faintly loose.

On the other hand, the enemy's soldiers and horses were concentrated and did not disperse when they charged, and the confrontation between the two armies was not chaotic. It was clearly premeditated.

Nie Xun looked at it for a while, his heart beating like a drum, and panic hit his chest for no reason, making him palpitate and uncomfortable.

"Quickly report to General Yuanxin that the enemy is deceitful and must not be aggressive and reckless."

Nie Xun asked Xiao Bing to pass on the message, but Yuan Xin didn't take his words to heart at all.

A literati who can only shoot empty guns, what qualifications does he have to dictate on the battlefield?

The responsibility of a counselor is to make suggestions, and the frontal battlefield is the general's home field, so Nie Xun should not take the lead.

"Tell Junshi Nie, this general knows what to do.

He doesn't need to worry too much, just wait for the celebration banquet tonight! "Yuan Xin responded casually, "Furthermore, how can the military order be changed just as it is? The situation on the battlefield is changing, and the opportunity for war is fleeting. Ben will not be able to listen to all his words. "

If it wasn't for Feng Jin's tricking Nie Xun secretly, causing all Nie Xun's calculations to fail, Yuan Xin's trust in him would not have fallen to the bottom.

When Nie Xun heard Xiao Bing's reply, the force of his chest beating became heavier and the frequency was frighteningly high.

However, Yuan Xin is the main general. Although Nie Xun has military power in his hands, he cannot check and balance the opponent.

Yuan Xin refused to listen, and he couldn't press the other party's head to make him obey.

"You're self-willed—" Nie Xun was so angry that blue veins popped out of his forehead, he gritted his molars and said, "This reckless man will not end well!"

His voice was very small, and the surrounding shouts were like thunder, but no one heard him.

Jiang Pengji pointed at the battlefield and said, "Jingrong, do you think they look like black sesame porridge?"

Yang Si: "..."

What porridge?

While my lord pays attention to the situation on the battlefield, command and dispatch, the messenger soldiers who received the orders waved the battle flags, and the soldiers beating the drums also changed the rhythm of the drum beating. The soldiers fighting ahead heard the movement and understood it. Let the enemy rush in while shrinking the gap in the front line.

Others beat dogs behind closed doors, while Jiang Pengji kills people behind closed doors.

She smiled and said, "Our soldiers' formation is tight, like black sesame porridge that can't be poured down with chopsticks. The enemy's formation seems to be rigorous, but they use too much force and are eager for quick success. After several attacks and confrontations, the formation gradually became looser, and it happened to be They are diluted, circled and attacked one by one."

Yang Si glanced at the battlefield, and from time to time there was blood rushing into the sky, heads flying around, and broken limbs all over the ground.

He said in a pleading tone, "My lord, can we change the metaphor?"

Yang Si also likes to drink black sesame porridge. The doctor said that drinking more black sesame can delay aging and reduce gray hair. However, his own protagonist seemed to be against him, deliberately using black sesame porridge as a metaphor for the dark heads on the battlefield, which made Yang Si lose his appetite.

Jiang Pengji said, "No image?"

Yang Si had a cold face, "The image is very good."

It successfully made Yang Si feel disgusted with black sesame porridge. He felt that when he saw black sesame in the future, he would subconsciously think of the crowds of heads.

Although the metaphor is a bit disgusting, Jiang Pengji's words are correct.

What effect does individual heroism have on a battlefield with a scale of 100,000?

Like a drop of water into the sea.

Only tacit cooperation and Ruhong's momentum can make them win this battle.

"Come on!" Jiang Pengji gave another order. "hit!"

The messenger soldier who delivered the order made a semaphore, and the rhythm of the war drum changed again, and it fell like a rainstorm.

The shield soldiers on the front line tightened the defense line according to the order, and while killing the enemy, they formed two rows of shields, which were one foot high!

The high wall of shields forms a substantial barrier that separates the enemy into countless small pieces.