"Li Rusong, I'll give you two months to reshape the Liaodong Cavalry."

Ji Boying looked at the armored and sharp-looking Li Rusong, a middle-aged man with a powerful figure.

Since the death of Li Chengliang and his son, although Li Rubai and others are still there, the Liaodong cavalry has lost its combat power after more than 20 years of decay.

As for the Battle of Sarhu, in terms of nature, it was an encirclement and suppression campaign by the Ming Dynasty against Nurhaci, so the choice of when to launch this battle rests with the Ming Dynasty.

Li Rusong, who was also in a daze at this moment, was startled when he heard this.

Although he has never met Wanli, after all, old Wanli didn't even meet his cabinet ministers, let alone one of his side generals.

But we still know each other in Longpao.

"Is there a war in Liaodong?"

Li Rusong frowned and asked tentatively.

He still can't figure out why he is still alive. He obviously remembers that he was ambushed and fought to exhaustion, but he probably won't be able to figure it out now, so he should figure out the current problem first.

"General Li, two years ago, the Jurchen Nurhaci established the Jin Kingdom in Hetuala City, calling himself the Emperor of Heaven, and repeatedly caused chaos in Liaodong."

Ye Xianggao finally stood up, rubbed his numb knees, and said beside him.

The words fell.

Li Rusong frowned, and there was obviously a trace of surprise in his expression that contained contempt.
Chapter completed!