Ding Yi suppressed Zhang Mao's crossbow again, which made the latter very strange, because in these three days, he had completed the transformation from a rookie to Ding. Although he was still far from meeting Ding Yi's requirements, he was

In the snow-clear weather, he attacked patrol horses twice, and secretly camped three times at night to learn about the enemy's troop deployment. He made no mistakes - he was originally a seedling who could get excellent results in various subjects. What he lacked

, most of it comes from courage and practical experience.

So he didn't quite understand why Ding Yi stopped him. This time, he was absolutely sure to shoot down the Tatar cavalry and seriously injure them without dying immediately. But he heard Ding Yi say to him: "Send the signal.

"Then Ding Yi reported a series of numbers, put down the crossbow, pulled out two revolvers, and cocked the hammers of both.

No matter how hard Ding Yi climbs up the technology tree these days, he can't build a radio now, so he can only use smooth metal sheets or mirrors to reflect sunlight for sending signals. And the numbers are expressed in binary form using reflections.

This means that if flashes of light appear repeatedly in this place, its position will inevitably be exposed.

That's why Ding Yi pulled out the revolver. If he made a mistake, then he would be sure to keep the opponent. As for whether the gunshot would reveal the target? This is inevitable, but what if he is not wrong? That will raise many questions.

It was easy to solve, and he thought it was necessary to take this risk.

Zhang Mao still kept in mind what Ding Yi told him, so he didn't ask why. Instead, he put down the crossbow, pulled out the revolver and put it in front of him, and then used the metal piece inside the compass to cover and release it. Use the binary system

way, beat Ding Yisuo

The group of Tatar cavalry on the other side was stunned for a moment after reporting the string of numbers. They immediately took out their bows and arrows. Zhang Mao felt like he was about to cry. Isn’t this the birthday man who hanged himself? He could obviously successfully kill this group of Tatars.

Get rid of it, what the hell signal are you sending!

But just when he was about to put away the compass and use the crossbow, because this distance exceeded the optimal shooting distance of the pistol, it was more practical to use the crossbow, but he heard Ding Yi say in his ear: "More

Send it twice! Don’t worry. It’s a projectile from this distance.

, cannot penetrate your helmet, and you are lying on your stomach. There is also a pair of chicken breastplates in the backpack on your back..." These words made Zhang Mao breath a little relieved, but unexpectedly he heard Ding Yi say again, "...

…Unless you are more unlucky than Wang Yi and happen to be shot in the face.”

Zhang Mao felt really bad. It was not just the pressure between life and death on the battlefield. More importantly, his husband seemed to be a changed person after he came out of seclusion, and he was not the same as what he originally longed for in the capital.

, completely different! He originally thought that Ding Yi would teach him step by step and become something he could rely on. After he slowly grew up and gained experience...

But after he came out of seclusion, Ding Yi not only had extremely high demands on him, he was also sarcastic and devoid of any warmth at all!

He even felt that if he didn't send the signal as ordered, Ding Yi would stab him in the head with a bayonet at the next moment? In short, while sending the signal, he lowered his voice and said: "You said before that you don't know what to do with your body."

Happy... Sir, I finally understand what this means, but now I just feel that I am not happy..."

"Come to the battlefield to find happiness?" Mr. Ding did not comfort Zhang Mao at all because of his complaints. "There is only life and death in the battlefield, my child. There is nothing else in the battlefield. Apart from killing and being killed, there is nothing else."

There's something... stop, hold the crossbow! You are responsible for shooting from twenty steps away, but don't worry about it within twenty steps."

Because the Tatar cavalry in the distance had stopped, their leader asked others to put down their bows and arrows, and then began to take out something that was roughly a piece of copper and began to send out signals. This process was very funny, because first

After the first fight, Zhang Mao saw the leader riding on a horse scratching his hair from a distance. Then he hit him a second time, and the signal was completely different from the first time! Fortunately, the other party hit again, and this time

The signals from the first and second times were finally consistent.

It turned out that the other party was anxious because he actually sent the wrong signal! The signal was a secret message, how could there be a mistake? Zhang Mao couldn't hold back his smile until he felt very uncomfortable. There are such idiots in the world! What if this only happened once?

If you give a signal, and then fail to match it, then the guy comes over on horseback and kills him with one arrow. Isn't that an unjust death?

"Do you think he has learned the conversion between decimal and binary like you?" Ding Yi lowered his voice and slowly loaded the two revolvers and reset the cocked hammers. "Do you think he knows how to shoot?

What does the signal mean? No, he just relied on rote memorization, covering the copper piece, counting a few times in his mind, then releasing it, and then covering it again after counting a few more times."

Zhang Mao's smile disappeared in an instant. Yes, he hadn't woken up just now. It was impossible for a patrolling detective to memorize a whole set of code books, and it was impossible for him to master the conversion between decimal and binary.

If you respond to signals by rote, if you make a mistake, there is really no surprise.

"Send him a response signal." Ding Yi reported a series of numbers again. This time without Ding Yi's instructions, Zhang Mao repeated it three times before putting away the compass. Originally, it was to prevent mistakes that he would put a number together.

The command is repeated three times.

This time, the leader of the probing team asked his men to dismount, and then two of the riders galloped back.

"Let's go." Ding Yi simply squeezed out such a word, put the two revolvers back into the gun bag, picked up the crossbow, and slowly crawled backwards until he came to a waist-high stone.

Bend down and do it to Zhang Mao

They made a follow him gesture, moved behind the rocks, and then took advantage of the ups and downs of the terrain to make an arc using the route they had checked in advance. When they stopped, they were already there.

The gang explores the side of the horse.

At this time, Zhang Mao suddenly had some enlightenment. Regarding the many legends in the market and Ding Yi's achievements, he used to always think that his husband must have extraordinary skills. Just look at his senior brother Zhu Dong and he would know that Mr.

Naturally better than Zhu Dong

The senior brother has many advantages, and then he leads the elite soldiers and strong generals along the way, killing people and killing gods... He thought that if he practiced his skills well, one day he would be able to become a common man like his teacher, and be known in the market and be remembered all over the world.

's great hero.

But the arc of nearly 800 meters just now made him understand that this is the battlefield, and it also gave him a vague understanding of how Ding Yi created those miraculous achievements. There is only life and death in the battlefield, and he also said this

Only then did I figure it out.

What Ding Yi relies on is not only his extraordinary skills, but also his knowledge of the battlefield and his respect for the profession of a soldier. For example, when the secret codes were matched, Ding Yi did not stay where he was and wait for the other party to join him.

——The group of scouts had separated into two people and walked towards the position where they were lurking just now. At a distance of twenty steps, they began to take off their weapons, from bows and arrows to scimitars, as well as the wrist-breaking knife in the boot.

, and then walked towards the pile of rocks covered with snowflakes.

Of course, they won't find anyone, because Ding Yi not only left, but also did a simple footprint cleaning while driving here, or he couldn't hide it from experienced hunters, like Shuang Huri.

A rare master, but for this group of Tanma, it was enough to make them confused.

It wasn't until the sound of the hooves of seventy or eighty horsemen was heard, and a burly man came to join the group of exploring horses, that Ding Yi said to Zhang Mao: "If there is a change, no shooting is allowed, no targets are allowed, and we will retreat according to plan B."

." He reached out and held the side of Zhang Mao's neck and pulled his head over, "Do you hear? This is not something you can do willfully! No matter what happens, no shouting or crying is allowed!"

Zhang Mao nodded, and Ding Yi released his hand on the side of his neck and rubbed his head: "Good boy."

The man surrounded by seventy or eighty horsemen signaled the others to stay where they were. Then, like the two disarmed horses, he unarmed all the weapons in front of the pile of rocks, including a heel.

Zhang Mao carried a revolver of the same model and a bullet belt. He even tore off the leather robe and clothes on his upper body, revealing his muscular body.

"Chen San from Rongcheng Gate is here to greet you. Which brother is this?" he shouted loudly, standing on the snow with his upper body bare.

But he was surprised to find that a voice came from the place where the seventy or eighty horses were parked behind him: "Put on your clothes."

Ding Yi didn't know when he had sneaked into the seventy or eighty riders. When he pulled off the scarf wrapped around his face, seven or eight people immediately got off their horses and knelt at his feet, excitedly

Shouting: "Na Yan! Na Yan is back!" These people were obviously small leaders. Following their actions and shouting, "This is Na Yan from our Duyin tribe!" Others

They also prostrated themselves one after another.

Chen San rushed over, and the men who stood between him and Ding Yi were directly pulled away by him with a raise of his hand, or kicked away. He rushed to Ding Yi, knelt down, and kowtowed heavily.

: "Sir!" He just said one sentence, and his voice was full of sobs.

"Silly boy, I've suffered for the teachers and students." Ding Yi rubbed the seven-foot-old man's hair, just like he did to Zhang Mao, and said to him with a smile: "Get up, put on your clothes and don't catch the cold." This is what he cultivated with his own hands.

His disciples, the talents he plucked from the bottom, the soldiers who would remain loyal even if they were thrown outside the customs.

"After this battle, you will put on the uniform of the Ming Army. Your hair and beard must be shaved." Ding Yi smiled and said to Chen San who was putting on his clothes, "Du Ziteng will lead the first division,

The second division is undergoing reorganization. What I mean is that the third division will be established directly after the Duyin tribe is reorganized."

Chen San's eye circles were already red. After listening to Ding Yi's words, he solemnly raised his hand as a salute. It can be seen that even when he was outside the customs, he often practiced formation secretly. This hand-raising salute was extremely

Standard: "Disciples are waiting for this day,

It's been a long time." He doesn't care about the establishment of a constitution or not, and he doesn't even care about the common people in the world. What he cares about is following this person who has the grace to regenerate him, teach him his skills, teach him how to read, teach him to lead an army, and give him an entire tribe.

mentor...

This kind of gratitude may be vulgar and of low style, but it is simple and sincere.
Chapter completed!