Soldiers Card System

In Jiamengguan, the governor’s mansion.

Wang Fang and Li Lu looked at Dong Ling with some doubts:

"General Dong, we have hatred with the British, but we are not friends with the Thais. Wouldn't it be better to watch them bite the dog."

Li Lu's face was rather ugly, and his tone was a bit dissatisfied:

"The Taixi people helped the barbarians and ruined the west of Liaoning. Now there are bones everywhere in the west of Liaoning, all thanks to the Taixi people."

Dong Ling squinted his eyes: "Why, the two generals have an opinion on the prince's military order, or are they dissatisfied with the General Staff's resolution?"

"Finally dare not"

Wang Fang and Li Lu immediately bowed their heads, and their faces were full of horror. Although they were dissatisfied with the Taisi people, they did not have the guts to provoke Dong Ling.

Dong Ling stood up: "Now our Han is very strong, but have you ever thought about it, why are we strong?"

"Leaving the prince, Han is nothing. Don't talk about breaking the wrist with the Thais. The British can also hit our home with a strong crossbow."

"In this battle, we want to get a strong crossbow, get the opportunity to go west of the Junjiameng Pass, and get special gold in the barbarian clan."

Dong Ling looked at the two of them: "The things that can be snatched by both the Thais and the British must be good things. We have the right to intervene in the presence of the prince of the Han country."

Li Lu said suspiciously: "The guard has entered the Barbarian clan lands many times, and our spies have also penetrated into the wind and sand of the West many times, and found nothing special."

The Wang Fang suddenly said, "Xiaolun Kampot was the original young patriarch of the Barbarian clan, and now he is one of the leaders of the barbaric tribe. Something he doesn't know doesn't necessarily exist, right?"

Dong Ling sneered: "Little wheel Kampot?"

"Ferry Kampot can have today's status, what does he rely on, is it his own brain?"

The people in the hall looked at me at you, and when I looked at you, they didn't understand the meaning of Dong Ling's words. It didn't rely on his own brain, but the brains of others.

Dong Ling continued: "He was afraid of being beaten by the prince. When he met the prince, he flees. As long as the prince presides over the battle, he ferry Kampot knows to escape, and he will flee with his soldiers."

"After several major battles, other people lost their soldiers and defeated their generals because of their fights with the prince. He did well, and his forces doubled several times, and he became one of the three barbarians."

Li Lu nodded heavily: "It seems like that."

Sun Xiu, who has been promoted to Lieutenant of Staff of the General Staff Office, said:

"General, how should we get there this time? The prince has not yet arrived, and the generals Cao Hua who are good at commanding the army have not yet arrived. We have no chance of winning against the British or the barbarians."

Dong Ling smiled: "Before I came, the prince had already taught me a part of his art of war, and now I can't match General Cao Hua, but defeating the British is not a problem."

Before Dong Ling set out, he did ask Su Lu about the art of war, and he also asked Su Lu for his opinion on how to command this battle.

After Su Lu gave the art of war, he said, following his inner thoughts, he would fight as he pleased.

Dong Ling was a little dazed, the invincible prince, is this how the war was fought? It seems a little tricky, right?

"Raise soldiers, enter the desert tomorrow, and try the prince's art of war before fighting the British."

Dong Ling ordered.

She also had some doubts about the prince’s words from the heart. After all, how could I still be able to follow the heart of war? I don’t have the talent for fighting. Will my heart hurt everyone?

Five days later, Jia Meng was two hundred miles away from Guanxi.

In the Han army camp, Sun Xiu stepped on the gravel into the Chinese army's big tent, slapped the sand on his body, and said to Dong Ling:

"General, the spies are here to report that I have found traces of the Intels of the Taisi people. Sixty miles southwest, on the alluvial plain near the Berna River, there is an ancient city. The two armies are fighting around the ancient city."

Dong Ling opened the defense plan and summoned the officers from the staff house to discuss the next battle.

"This place is flat, there is no pass to defend, but it is a good place to attack, we can take advantage of the situation when the two armies are fighting."

"The Intels are not fools. When we hold an army like this, they must have discovered us and won't be defenseless."

"I agree with Lao Zhang's statement that a sneak attack, even if the British are defensive, will only be defeated, and we will definitely not be defeated if the two sides are attacked."

Dong Ling squinted at the deployment map, and listened to the voice of the discussion, a smile appeared on some wheat-colored cheeks.

The more I look at this defense map, the clearer I understand the situation of the battle, and the more clear I feel when I cooperate with the art of war that the prince gave me.

General Zhang is right, and he can make a dozen.

"Assemble the army, prepare for war, and sneak up to the Berna River tonight. The Interns will never expect that we will arrive overnight and attack them. This time our goal is not to defeat the Interns. Our goal is to make a strong crossbow. Crossbow, everything is easy to say."

That night, the Han army gathered up their costumes and marched at night. Before Buddha Xiao arrived at the Berna River, they hid behind a sandbag near the Berna River.

Dong Ling covered his face with a tulip and lay on the sand for a nap. The sergeants nearby hid themselves and closed their eyes for a nap.

"General, the war between the British and the Tassi has begun."

The guard's reminder awakened Dong Ling from his sleep.

Dong Ling put his pocket away, rubbed his sleepy eyes, poked his head out slightly, and looked across the mountain bag to the battlefield.

In the endless yellow sand, the two military formations opened their posture. The familiar Thaisian phalanx to the west and the British troops to the east. The sky was flying birds from both sides, but because the speed was too slow, both sides The Asukas were restrained and did not dare to enter each other's range.

"Come and tell me when the fight is almost done."

Dong Ling patted the dust on the pockets, covered her cheeks again, and continued to close her eyes.

The war is about to start, and you must ensure a good spirit, otherwise you will lose the battle for a while, but you will lose more than you gain.

"General, the Taissi people have already shown signs of decline, and their front army is in chaos. If we don't take action anymore, we will have to face up with the British with great victories. This battle will not be easy to fight."

This waking up moved Sun Xiu. Sun Xiu's eyes were full of anxiety. The war was about to begin. General Dong Ling only knew that she would sleep. She would not be afraid anymore. She wanted to sleep to ease the pre-war anxiety.

The prince has never slept in before the war, General Dong Ling...

Dong Ling turned over and sat up, drew a straight face, and ordered:

"Integrate the army, form a long spear formation, and prepare to rush into the formation."

Facing the formation of the British, Dong Ling had already thought of countless ways in her mind when she closed her eyes just now, but instinct told her that there is no way that can beat the odds of winning directly with a spear formation and rushing forward. .

Before Sun Xiu woke her up, Dong Ling was still struggling with what to do.

Thinking of the arrangements made by the prince before leaving, Dong Ling gritted his teeth:

"Ready to rush into battle."

Even though he said that, Dong Ling was nervous in his heart like what, from the heart, from the heart? I don’t have much talent for fighting, I really don’t know if I’m right...