Wang Zhanjin looked at Yan Zhuo, still a little worried in his eyes, he said: "Is five thousand men and horses enough? Although these Japanese pirates just suffered a defeat and suffered heavy casualties, they gathered in Zhenhai and the nearby sea
There are at least 50,000 Japanese pirates. Let’s use 5,000 against 50,000. This power gap is still too disparate. Why did you just stop asking for 5,000 people and 10,000 people? This matter is seven points
The odds are good."
Yan Zhuo shook his head and said: "The herdsmen of the Bohai Kingdom have a saying, a person weighing one hundred pounds can eat ten fat cattle weighing one thousand pounds, but not in one day. There are fifty thousand Japanese pirates, but this
It's impossible for 50,000 people to go into battle together. Let's use these 5,000 people to kill 3,000 of them today and 7,000 of them the day after tomorrow. Cut them up, surround them, and defeat them one by one! Moreover, the less than 300 people we have in hand can only
Enough to spread among these five thousand people."
"Actually, I don't understand why our elite soldiers should be dispersed. These three hundred people are all the elites of Jiang Zuo's army. Gathering them together can be a sharp knife!" Wang Zhanjin said.
"Three hundred people gathered together are like a sharp knife, and when scattered, they are like sparks that start a prairie fire. My goal is not to win a battle, but to control these five thousand people. How can I do big things without soldiers?"
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Yan Zhuo said this, with a cunning light shining in his eyes. He was not interested in the merits of one battle and one city. He wanted to hold the military power. These three hundred Jingkou guards had been with him for a long time, and they were nothing to him.
Convinced, and Yan Zhuo also trusted this group of brothers, he wanted to disperse these brothers, let them serve as middle and lower-level officers among the five thousand people, and tightly gather these five thousand people under his Yan Zhuo.
Wang Zhanjin nodded and asked again: "But if the battle is won in the future, the military power will still have to be handed over, and these five thousand people will still not fall into our hands."
"So it's up to you." Yan Zhuo looked at Wang Zhanjin and smiled, "I will try to hand over these five thousand men to you when the time comes. With these five thousand men, you will be enough to become a general."
Wang Zhanjin said in disbelief: "These five thousand people are neither too many nor too few. It is not easy to leave them in my hands."
"Don't worry, I can still do this." Yan Zhuo said confidently, "With these five thousand people, we will train our troops next. We should follow our previous arrangement, with ten people in groups, shields
Soldiers, bamboo soldiers, and archers cooperate with each other. If these five thousand people can be trained well, then I will set up a large formation for the Japanese pirates in Zhenhai!"
Although Wang Zhanjin said "yes", he still had some hesitation in his heart. Firstly, he was worried that Yan Zhuo would think of things too simply, and secondly, he was also worried that Wang Feihu would only recruit the old, weak, sick and disabled to make up for the situation.
But what's the use of worrying? Just do your best in everything, do your best, and leave the remaining three points to God.
The night passed, the wind was cold and the dew was heavy.
The cold wind blew the curtains, making the curtains rustle.
Yan Zhuo listened to the sound of wind outside the tent, turned over and sat up. He straightened his clothes, put on his boots, and walked out of the tent. The milky white morning fog had not dissipated, and dewdrops were still hanging on the grass blades. The figures of the patrolling soldiers were in the fog.
Sometimes it appears and sometimes it disappears.
Wang Zhanjin was standing alone not far from the big tent, riding a horse and practicing a set of fists and palms.
Yan Zhuo knew this set of fists, it was the G-shaped Fuhu Fist. This set of fists was said to have been created by Bodhidharma, the founder of Shaolin, and was quite popular in Jiangzuo. Almost everyone in Jiangzuo knew this set of fists.
Boxing technique. Yan Zhuo also learned this boxing technique from Zhou Wantong when he was young. He knew that the I-shaped Fuhu boxing emphasizes a steady waist and horse, a strong bridge hand, and regular advancement and retreat. It is a boxing technique for beginners in the Shaolin Temple, and it cannot be said to be exquisite.
But seeing Wang Zhanjin use this set of boxing techniques, it was indescribably strange. As soon as he punched out, he was like a tiger, and the mist dispersed with the wind of the boxing. Seeing the shadows of his feet, moving his waist.
It was like a tiger leaping and tumbling, even more majestic. His set of punches became tighter and tighter, and his breath became denser and denser. Finally, he let out a fierce roar, like a tiger roaring, and stamped his feet on the ground, sending smoke and dust everywhere.
When Yan Zhuo saw that he had finished using a move, he became interested and cheered loudly: "What a good boxing technique, I'm here to ask for advice!" After he said this, he rushed to Wang Zhanjin and used a move with one palm.
"Dragon spits its beard", this was originally a sword move, but he turned it into a palm move and stabbed Wang Zhanjin directly in the chest.
Wang Zhanjin was startled, and hurriedly raised his left palm to strike Yan Zhuo horizontally, and then used his right hand to use the Fuhu Fist, smashing Yan Zhuo's face.
Yan Zhuo and Wang Zhanjin were fighting close to each other. This punch was powerful, heavy and powerful, so he quickly used his palms to block it. It is said that Yan Zhuo's internal energy is far superior to Wang Zhanjin's, so he only needs to gather his internal energy in his palms.
He was able to neutralize the punch, but he was unwilling to use his own strengths to attack the other's weaknesses, and only used his fists and palms to compete.
The two fists met, and their bodies shook violently.
Yan Zhuo didn't expect that Wang Zhanjin's boxing skills were so fierce, and he also felt resentful in his heart. He moved his palms like a wind and fired three moves in a row.
Wang Zhanjin looked at these three moves, frowned, and took an I-step and retreated sharply. Although his retreat was hurried and not chaotic, he still took these three moves after taking three steps back.
"Okay! Brother Wang, your Fuhu Fist is different from other ones." Yan Zhuo started to praise.
Wang Zhanjin smiled and said: "General, I still have some killing moves that I haven't used yet. You can pick up a few more moves from me." As he said this, he dug his front feet into the ground, threw himself forward, and raised his left hand.
With the right palm of his fist, one move aimed at Yan Zhuo's face and the other at his heart. These moves were all made with heavy hands, and he used all his strength, and the power of his fists and palms was extremely fierce.
Yan Zhuo was determined to catch his attack, but did not dodge. He stretched out his arms to block. When the four arms intersected, there was a crisp sound, and both of them couldn't help but take a step back.
The two of them fought more and more fiercely, and more and more soldiers gathered around them. They watched the fight between Yan Zhuo and Wang Zhanjin intently, fearing that they might miss the move that would determine the outcome.
Wang Zhanjin is a veteran who has been on the battlefield for a long time. His art of war goes like this: "A soldier never tires of deceit." Seeing that he and Yan Zhuo could not decide the outcome for a moment, he lowered his body and swept out a kick of flying sand, hoping to captivate Yan Zhuo's eyes. What if?
In the past, Yan Zhuo could scatter the flying sand with his inner strength, but now he wants to fight Wang Zhanjin with only his fists and kicks!
The flying sand came suddenly, and Yan Zhuo opened his sleeves to resist, but there was still flying sand splashing in his eyes. He endured the pain and did not dare to relax, but his eyes were fascinated, and there was always a lag in his fists and feet. Wang Zhanjin
Taking advantage of the situation, he rushed forward, his fists flying like a tiger, and Yan Zhuo was instantly at a disadvantage.
The soldiers who were watching couldn't help but exclaimed, feeling in their hearts that "General Zhao" was going to lose to the captain.
Yan Zhuo's ears moved slightly, and he performed the positioning by listening sound, and used the "stick" technique with both palms, and Wang Zhanjin's attacks were resolved one by one.
"General, I won't be nagging you anymore, I'm going to make my killing move!" Wang Zhanjin shouted, leaping up and kicking three times in the air.
These three kicks were exquisite, which attracted applause from the surrounding soldiers, but the kick was exquisite, and whether it could hit the target was the key.
Yan Zhuo heard the sound of Wang Zhanjin flying forward and knew that he was about to strike. He fell backwards and dodged his first kick. Then he grabbed Wang Zhanjin's ankle with lightning speed and only pulled it.
He pulled Wang Zhanjin in the air to the ground.
Wang Zhanjin was unsteady on his feet, and his ankles were so painful from being grabbed by Yan Zhuo. As soon as he landed on the ground, he fell onto his butt and crouched down, making him extremely embarrassed. However, he was not angry, he only raised his hands and said: "Hello, General.
Regarding martial arts, I would like to ask the general for advice on how to use weapons?"
As he spoke, he pulled out a long knife from the waist of the soldier beside him and made a gesture of invitation.
When Yan Zhuo saw this, he shouted: "Brother, can you lend me a weapon?"
"What kind of weapon does the general want?" the soldiers asked.
"Here is a knife." Yan Zhuo said.
After saying this, a knife was thrown from the crowd. Yan Zhuo touched his feet, took the knife and slashed, and with just one move, Wang Zhanjin was completely covered.
Wang Zhanjin felt a flash of sword light in front of his eyes. As soon as he raised his wrist to block it, the overbearing force of the sword caused his jaw and wrist to go numb, and he immediately let go of the long sword.
When the onlookers saw this move, they were first surprised, and then they cheered loudly: "General Zhao is mighty, General Zhao is mighty!"
