He was criticized and dismissed; his successor, Lao Cao, the Minister of Industry, could not continue his job, so he had to beg to return...

Chongzhen was sitting in the palace drinking tea. He only wanted to report good news frequently, but he never thought that the soldiers had to be fed and equipped with weapons before they could fight.

If the Ming Dynasty's border troops could have sufficient food and pay, perhaps the Tatars outside the Pass would have died three hundred and sixty-five times - except for the Liao generals and Liao soldiers, who had too much interest behind them.

Therefore, all officers and soldiers who are poor in food and pay but can fight have one thing in common, that is, they "eat" wherever they fight.

Li Zicheng believed that Cao Wenzhao did not have much food, and it would consume him to death.

Halfway through the 28th, the two armies faced off at Liujiazhuang.

Except for the baggage train, the army's armor rate is 100%.

Cao Wenzhao wore a golden lacquered mountain armor with shiny tiles; a tiger-headed shoulder-devouring beast hung on the left and right shoulders; a breastplate covered his chest; he wore a helmet with phoenix wings on his forehead and a vermilion hairpin on his head, which made him look heroic.

Elite soldiers wear white fish scale armor; soldiers wear red cloth-covered iron armor.

The messengers running around holding blue triangular flags also had waist-length armor.

Li Zicheng was extremely envious.

Armor is of course important.

Qi Jiguang once said: If the armor on my body is strong, I will be stabbed and slashed by him without being hurt. I am clumsy in my skills, and I will kill him with the second blow. I think about it.

There is a poem from the Ming Dynasty:

Don't join the army from outside the army, carrying eighty kilograms of war equipment on your body.

Helmet brain bag accounts for seven, and Dunxiang covers five theories.

Only the armor is forty-five, and the sword and bone on the waist are twenty-four and six.

Fine workmanship and fine iron are just beginning to combine, and they are polished and quenched day and night to shine brighter than silver...

Of course, that was more than a hundred years ago.

Nowadays, "The factory warehouse brings out the armor, and only the helmet can be used. The dark armor can only be worn for drills, and it can only be used to carry heavy loads, but there is no one to rely on in the event of an emergency."

Look at the fat jacket again——

"The fat coat is under the control of various provinces, and the assistant leaders and other officials are trying to control it. The inside is yellow and flossy, and cannot be exposed to the wind."

"Recently, I have seen those who take advantage of the situation. They charge a lot of money, but the workmanship is extremely rough. The fat coats have sand in them, and they will rot over time."

"The fat coats of the frontier army were made by Su Song, and they were paid an official price of twenty taels each. They also went to the ministry to pay them, which was almost three taels. However, these silver taels were mostly paid by traitors, and they were only seven or eight taels in practical use.

When we reached the losing side, nineteen people died, and the soldiers had no real relief."

For this kind of junk goods, the customs are paid every three years, but often they are not allocated for ten years.

Therefore, looking at the attire of Cao's army, they are indeed elite.

Li Zicheng looked tense and did not dare to be careless.

The two sides faced each other in horizontal formations for a moment, and the sun began to set in the west, making Cao's army dizzy.

Cao Wenzhao could not wait any longer.

Although this was the first time he encountered such a well-formed bandit, he should be cautious, but it was uncomfortable to have dozens of kilograms of armor weighing down his body. He had to move.

Cao's army changed into a convex formation and prepared to attack.

Li Zicheng is forming a concave formation. If you have the ability, come in and try?

Cao Wenzhao sent out his left-wing troops to attack; the revolutionary army was led by Xin Sizhong to fight.

Cao Wenzhao sent the right-wing cavalry to attack; the revolutionary army Gu Kecheng led his troops to fight.

The two sides draw an arc and pass by each other.

Ai Wannian, on the left wing of the Ming army, had sharp eyesight. When he saw Zhao Shengbu's loose formation behind him, he immediately turned his horse's head and rushed over.

Cao Bianjiao on the right wing had a clear understanding of the situation and immediately outflanked him.

Zhao's minions were instantly defeated. They could still resist in mountain battles, but arraying on the plains would cost them their lives.

"I am your ancestor! If you fail to succeed, you will fail!" Li Zicheng was so angry that he yelled.

Fortunately, I didn't count on Touko from the beginning and only arranged for him to make soy sauce. Otherwise, this would have been dangerous.

Gu Kecheng and Xin Sizhong found no chance on the opposite side and returned to rescue.

Cao Wenzhao advanced the right-wing formation beyond the protruding head and formed a diagonal formation. (▂▄▇)

Li Zicheng turned upside down. (▇▄▂)

Cao Wenzhao cursed angrily: "Xiao Naiqiu!"

Li Zicheng retorted: "You have sores on your head and pus on your feet - you are so bad!"

At this time, Cao Bianjiao charged and returned victoriously, but Ai Wannian led his team and ran away.

Cao Wenzhao ordered the supervisor to march forward more than ten steps in the formation. When he saw that the formation of the rogue bandits was not chaotic, he stopped again.

"You're too damn careful!"

Li Zicheng took out his pocket watch to check the time, and then wrote a letter to Lao Cao——

"Your tears are tender and hurt. Who tied up your long hair and made you a wedding dress."


Chapter completed!