Under the moonlight, several fast horses drove into the Pili Camp's garrison. A moment later, Zou Ming's happy laughter came from the central army's tent. .

"I'm finally going to make a profit." In the big tent, Zou Ming danced with the order he had just been sent, "Come on, go and invite Deputy General Yang over."

The sleepy-eyed soldiers ran out quickly while wearing their clothes. Zou Ming sat under the light and carefully read the order again. The emperor's handwritten orders to order the Pili camp of the Izumo County garrison to immediately launch an attack on the Qin territory, defeat the frontal enemy and capture Leye County.

The emperor's order requirements were very clear, not only to win, but also to win a big victory, to lose his courage in one battle, to shake the opponent's confidence, and to establish a terrifying attitude in the opponent's heart that the Ming army could not win head-on.

This requires some research.

Putting the emperor's handwritten letter on the desk, Zou Ming walked to the center of the tent, lifted the cloth covering the sand table, holding an oil lamp in one hand and supporting the edge of the sand table in the other, and carefully looking at the reduced version of the mountains and rivers of Leye County in front of him.

Leye County is mainly mountainous and hilly, without any steep terrain. Generally speaking, it is a place that is easy to attack and difficult to defend. Originally, Leye County did not have many garrisons, but since the Qi army invaded Shayang County, Leye County had only added a 5,000 Qi army. With Leye County as the center, 3,000 troops stationed, and 1,000 troops were stationed in the ** Town and Honghuatao on both sides to protect the wings and arrange troops. It is in the middle of the rules and regulations. It seems that there is no flaw. No matter which point the attack is, it will cause a rebound from the other two points. The distance between the three parties allows reinforcements to reach the point where they are attacked within an hour. If there are cavalry, they can even reach the attack within a few incense sticks.

With the current combat power and weapons and equipment of the Pili Camp, it is not difficult to defeat the opponent, but it is a bit difficult to meet the emperor's requirements. The two sides have been confronting each other for so long and they have a similar understanding of each other, especially the temperaments of the generals on both sides, past experiences and achievements, and Zou Ming is very clear about his opponent and believes that his opponent will not be unfamiliar with him.

"General, Deputy General Yang is not in the camp. A personal soldier in his tent said that he had gone to the death row camp again." The personal soldier lifted the curtain and said.

Going to the death row camp again? It seems that Yang Zhi really worked on these people. He stayed there for seven or eight days in ten days, but he wanted to cultivate a death camp like His Majesty the Emperor, and Zou Ming did not expect at all.

"Let's go, where will we go? Let's see if these guys that Deputy General Yang has high hopes can be used, and can't be used?" Zou Ming walked out. Yang Zhi was familiar with military books, and perhaps his combat experience was not as rich as himself, but this crazy idea, or he could come up with a good way to meet the requirements of His Majesty the Emperor.

Although it was midnight, Zou Ming heard the noise of the death row camp from the deadlock. The camp was not big, and there were only about 300 death row prisoners caught by Yang Zhi from prison, 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. However, Yang Zhi divided the 300 death row prisoners into three groups. The people in each group included both non-deathful and those who had family members. Yang Zhi implemented the cruel method of escorting one person, and the whole group suffered. Those outlaws did not want to run away, but were stared at them and could not escape even if they wanted to run away. No one wanted to be unlucky with them, especially those with families, who did not want to be implicated by their families.

Furthermore, everyone here was scared away by Yang Zhi's cruel methods.

Shortly after the camp was established, a one-legged thief who was full and the whole family was not hungry, injured several companions in the same group, and then knocked down several soldiers and fled. However, within half a day, he was dragged back from outside the camp like a pig and hung a flagpole high above the scorching sun.

All three hundred people gathered together. Several injured people sat on chairs, and there were wine and meat in front of them. Others in the same group who were waiting and watching during the fight were tied up on pillars to prepare for punishment.

While eating meat and drinking with these injured guys, Yang Zhi ordered the whipping of those who were waiting and watching but not helping. These veterans from Pili Camp were really ruthless when they beat people. Every time the thorny thorn strips fell down, they immediately made a long blood mark on their bodies. If these were tolerated, Yang Zhi was chatting, laughing, eating and drinking, his ghost-like sword hovered in the air, peeling off the flesh of the escaped outlaw piece by piece. The meat slices and blood fell from the air, sprinkling on the other two hundred people in line, and also sprinkling on the guys who were being whipped. Naturally, it also fell on the injured people who were eating wine and drinking meat.

The escaped man on the flagpole was crying out loud, begging for mercy first, but then he cursed, and took out all the eight generations of Yang Zhi's ancestors and scolded him, just to anger the other party to give him some pleasure. But no matter what trick he used or how disgusting he said, Yang Zhi still looked leisurely and contented, eating meat and drinking, and picking vegetables for several injured people from time to time. When he finally picked up a piece of meat that fell from the empty fugitive with chopsticks and handed it to the injured person opposite, the few people on the opposite side could not help but vomited together.

However, Yang Zhi sneered and put the flesh in his mouth and chewed it a few times. He spit out a few times, and said coldly: "Wu Ling said that human flesh tastes pretty good, what's there to eat? It's so sour."

The feet of two hundred people watching were soft. Seeing Yang Zhiren's faces changed color, the guy who was being whipped didn't even dare to scream. He pursed his lips tightly. Only the wailing sounds on the flagpole, the flying sounds of the thorns and the vomiting of several people were left in the camp.

Yang Zhi killed the man for two hours, and almost cut the escapee into a skeleton before he stopped.

After this escape accident, there was no attempt to escape in the death row camp again. This time, the death row camp also remembered the devilish Yang Zhi. Of course, they also remembered another person, Wu Ling. In Yang Zhi's mouth, that person had eaten human flesh and thought that human flesh tasted good.

In the death row camp, these people privately called Yang Zhi the King of Yan Yang. There was no way, they could not beat him, they could not beat him, they could not beat him, and they could not be cruel. Everyone in the death row camp claimed to be cruel people, but in front of Yang Zhi, they all felt inferior.

No one wants to be the next unlucky guy who will be killed for a few hours. Even if he dies, he will die happily!

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

Yang Zhi's performance in front of him made him laugh for several days, because the guy's face turned pale at that time, and then he retching in front of him, his face turned green.

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

In fact, Zou Ming still sympathized with his deputy general, a young man with a noble status, after being knocked down in the dust, the price he paid was unimaginable to those of him who had been rolling in the mud since childhood, or something that he seemed very natural to him, but for them, it was extremely difficult.

As the two of them became more familiar with each other, he also knew more about Yang Zhi's many things. This is also a not simple person. If his glory was not covered by His Majesty the Emperor, he would have shined everywhere. At least, it would not be something that ordinary people dare to imagine.

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

Yang Zhi stayed in the miners' camp for a long time and had extraordinary feelings for heavy infantry. After forming this death row camp, he changed it to heavy weapons maces, regardless of what weapons these people used before. Anyway, these people have good martial arts foundations, and Yang Zhi doesn't need them to fight alone.

The reason why Yang Zhi wanted to distinguish them from the miner's camp was his hard work. Of course, he could not get a full body armor like the miner's camp. This thing was expensive. Even if Qin Feng was the emperor, he could only afford a miner's camp and a miner's camp with 5,000 soldiers, but the auxiliary soldiers were 5,000. The miner's camp was the core force of the Ming army's infantry and the largest number of combat battalions. Qin Feng would not invest in this force until the critical moment.

When fighting the barbarians, Qin Feng was completely reluctant to let the miners' camp go into battle, because in his opinion, the barbarians were worthy of his use of this armed force.

Yang Zhi settled for the second best. Although there were only three hundred people, wielding 300 maces was enough to wield. These people all had good martial arts cultivation, and the mace weighing dozens of pounds was not much heavier than toys in their hands.

For Yang Zhi, the problem is not how they kill the enemy, but how to make these big bandits have the awareness of military combat. Military combat and martial arts are completely different concepts. Even if the cultivation level of the master is like a master, if he falls into the battle formation of the army, he will still be dead.

In the past few months, Yang Zhi has been doing something to cultivate the team fighting spirit of these people. It is much more difficult to make these fierce and vicious guys trust their companions without reservation during the battle.

Of course, Yang Zhi’s method is simple and crude. If anyone can’t remember it, then he will beat them to remember Luo until they form conditioned reflexes. That’s enough.

"General Zou!" Yang Zhi was a little surprised to see Zou Ming appear in front of him. He knew that Zou Ming had different opinions on his training of these outlaws. After coming last time, he never set foot here again, and he was even more lazy to ask about these things. He suddenly came over today, and there must be something important.

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

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