nanming man

Chapter 22 New Missions
Liu Heizi's camp didn't have a school field, so the second brother took the brothers and moved the tent, and made an open space for the soldiers to practice.

At this time, dozens of men surrounded the open space, cheering, and Gao Erge and Wu Shizhao in the middle each led a sentry to fight and compete for the victory of the drill.

Liu Heizi, the captain, had three brigades under his command. Among them, Liu Heizi himself controlled the A brigade with more than 200 people, Wang Jiaping's B brigade ranked second, with 80 people, and the second brother's C brigade was the least. Just over 50 people.

According to Wu Shizhao's opinion, the second brother organized more than 50 men into four post chiefs, each with 12 men. In fact, they were a killer team of the Ming army, but they just changed their name when they entered the camp.

These four killer teams, including Gao Yihuan, had a total of 49 members, and the remaining seven or eight members were organized into a logistics team, which was responsible for cooking, camping and other things.

For more than a month, the second brother, through his own research, and with the help of his former brothers, the four guards have already trained to some extent.

Now the four whistlers are competing in the mandarin duck formation, and two whistles have been eliminated, leaving the second brother and Wu Shizhao each to lead a whistle to decide the final winner.

In the middle of the arena, the second brother was holding a rattan card in one hand and a wooden knife in the other, swaying his body flexibly in front of him, constantly blocking the spears and arrows wrapped in cotton cloth from the opposite side.

His position is a very important position in the mandarin duck formation, usually held by the small flag officer, not only to protect the comrades behind him, but also to command the entire small formation to fight.

"Zhuzi, look for the opportunity to stab them!" The second brother was sweating, and while deftly parrying the next spear coming from the opposite side, he ordered his subordinates around him.

Behind him was Zhao Zhuzi, who was very strong, holding a wooden pole without a gun point in his hand. He was full of murderous looks. He found a chance and stabbed a man who was stabbing a spear to the ground in one fell swoop.

When the second brother was happy to see him, a wooden arrow shot from the opposite side and hit Zhao Zhuzi.

"Damn it, Huang San, you shot me again." Zhao Zhuzi angrily threw the wooden pole away, left the battle group unwillingly, and walked to the cheering crowd outside in frustration.

Among the four guards of the second brother, many of them were drawn from the wounded army camp, and some of them had special abilities, like Huang San who was born as an archer.

The mandarin duck formation is roughly divided into three parts, with swords and shields in the front, long soldiers in the middle, and shooters in the back.Among them, the shooter originally used firecrackers, but Chuangjun did not produce them. Even if the second brother got birdcracks from Zhou Ronghua, without a stable supply of gunpowder, it would affect the battle instead, so it is more convenient to use bows and arrows.

Among the two whistle teams on the field, the shooters on the second brother's side were obviously not good, and their cooperation was not as good as that of Wu Shizhao's team. After a while, two more people were shot and left the field.

Seeing this, the second brother was anxious, seeing that the formation was not comparable, so he wanted to fight in a melee. He blocked a spear with a single knife, then gave up defense, took advantage of the situation and rushed up, hit the spearman and eliminated one person, but the one behind him The brother lost his protection, but was shot at two people...

The competition soon ended with the victory of Wu Shizhao and his team. The eliminated men looked dejected, and Zhao Zhuzi couldn't help cursing, "Why do these bastards always win, next time we must beat them."

He has a strong body, and when it comes to fighting alone, few people in the brigade can match him, but in a confrontation, he rarely has a chance to win.

After the fight was over, the sweaty second brother immediately said, "Okay, that's all for today, and Yi Shao will have extra dinner tonight."

The dozen or so victors immediately clapped their hands together, and the others dispersed in frustration. However, they were no match for Wu Shizhao's team in the confrontation of the mandarin duck formation. In other aspects of the competition, it was not that they had no chance.

In order to mobilize the enthusiasm, the second brother Gao set up several projects, not just the mandarin duck formation.

At this time, the crowd dispersed, rested around, and waited for dinner, but Gao Xinghao returned with a logistics team and a mule cart, bringing back some grain, meat, and a few cotton jackets.

"Second brother, all the replacements are over, that's all." Gao Xinghao came to Gao Yihuan's side. He was afraid that others would hear him, so he said in a low voice: "Zhou Zhanglu said, let us not go there recently, and the food in the Zhongquan camp is not enough. If there are too many, he dare not go out any more.”

Gao Yihuan walked over and frowned when he saw the things in the car. It was just a little, and he had to finish eating in a few days.

"Second brother, what should we do from now on?" Gao Xinghao asked a little worriedly.

Gao Yihuan patted him on the shoulder, "It's okay, I'll figure out a way, if it doesn't work, I'll sell this mule."

The fellow Zhou Ronghua stopped, which meant that the Zhongquan camp was about to run out of food, and there should be new moves for the Chuangjun. Gao Yihuan could only hope to get some money and food at that time.

Brother Gao and Gao Xinghao were standing beside the mule cart and talking, when a soldier of Liu Heizi suddenly came to him and shouted from a distance: "Brigade Gao Zhang, follow me to the captain's tent to discuss matters." .”

Gao Yihuan was slightly taken aback when he heard this. Liu Heizi hadn't summoned Gao Yihuan since the last incident. He suddenly called him at this moment. It should be something important, most likely because of a task from above.

"Xinghao, Zhuzi, come with me." Gao Yihuan immediately called the two of them, and then went up to the soldier, "Brother Liu, what's the matter?"

The Ming army relied on family members to form its combat strength, and the bandits relied on adoptive sons to gather their combat strength. Liu Heizi was only in his thirties, but there were dozens of cheap sons in the camp.

"I don't know about this either, Gao Zhanglu should ask my adoptive father."

At that moment Gao Yihuan followed Liu Heizi's personal soldiers and headed straight to the camp, and within a short distance, he found that Wang Jiaping had escorted hundreds of skinny men, ranging in age from fourteen to forty or fifty years old.

He brought these men into the camp, ordered the soldiers to guard them, and then he also went to Liu Heizi's tent.

The two happened to meet in front of the tent, each gave a cold snort, and then slipped into the tent one after the other. Inside, Liu Heizi and another in charge, Liu Er, had been waiting for a long time.

Liu Heizi saw Gao Yihuan and Wang Jiaping coming in, so he stood up immediately, without talking nonsense, "There is a shortage of food in the army, and the general ordered that our team go to fight Shangqiu with the general. Prepare yourself, and set off tomorrow morning."

After hearing this, Gao Yihuan clasped fists together with Liu Er and Wang Jiaping, "Yes, obey!"

Not long ago, Gao Yihuan reported the news of Sun Chuanting's supervisor in Shaanxi, which made the Chuangjun feel a little anxious, so he was very anxious to attack Kaifeng recently. He wanted to take Kaifeng before the Ming army counterattacked, and the siege must at least feed the soldiers, so the army food consumption It is so huge that it can only go to a distance to collect food.

Only then did Gao Yihuan think that there should be some action in breaking into the army. He didn't want to be so fast, and the task came down.

At this time, Liu Heizi took another look at Gao Yihuan after giving his orders, squinted and said, "Gao Zhanglu, you don't have enough troops, you can pick some people from outside and fill them up. If they attack the city one day, I will entrust you with Heavy duty, cultivate you well."

Gao Yi's heart shuddered, mother let Lao Tzu take the lead, trying to consume Lao Tzu.

He was slightly angry in his heart, but Gao Yihuan remembered the old man's words, but he suppressed his unhappiness, bowed to accept the order, and then resigned from the account.

After leaving the tent, Gao Yihuan went straight to pick people up, and the ones who came were all emaciated masters, who were purely supplementary cannon fodder before the battle, and they couldn't possibly have any combat power to speak of.

This is really as Gao Yihuan expected before, and there is nothing good to add, but fortunately he has pulled more than 50 people up.

Gao Yihuan didn't want these people, but in the end he took away sixty skinny men and children to make up his own clothing.

He was going to organize these more than 60 people into five whistles separately, all of which should be used to wave the flag and shout loudly.

The establishment is complete and the officers are in place. Although Gao Yihuan has not come back for more than a month and has no news, his position is still reserved for him by Gao Yihuan.

"Yicheng, steam some more noodles today and give them a full meal." Gao Yihuan came over with soldiers and yelled from afar.

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