Just when the dead soldiers were slightly stunned, Zhang Ming's sword energy had already pounced on him. They obviously had never thought that this move that could not be emitted from humans would appear in front of them, just like more than ten companions who had been killed, they even thought that there was an hallucination in front of them.

However, the stinging feeling from the skin, the painful cry and death of the companions beside them made everyone who survived dare not underestimate this sword energy again.

Zhang Ming fired more than ten sword energy at once, which also caused two unprepared deadly soldiers to cut off their major arteries, and the other to cut off their entire heads like chopping melons and vegetables. In addition, five or six dead soldiers were cut, and they temporarily retreated, their eyes full of fear.

Zhang Ming fought continuously. Although he seized time to recover a little energy while fighting with the generals and on the journey back, and also slightly restored the true energy he had raised in his body to his peak, the consumption was quite large after the attack. At this time, his body was already close to a vacuum.

But the dead soldiers could not see Zhang Ming's weakness at this moment from their faces. They only knew that the person in front of them was not that simple, and how the companions they had already confirmed to die, I probably need to be re-evaluated now.

They had forgotten at this time. Zhang Ming didn't need to use so much energy to deal with them, and their opponent was not just Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming's mouth raised slightly and he shot the sword blade again. This time, they felt like they were facing a great enemy. However, for the time being, they did not find the sword energy attacking.

While they became nervous, Zhang Ming secretly went to Chen Cang, sent out a huge sword energy, and rushed directly above the camp.

If the tent can be taken into consideration as much as possible under the siege of the dead soldiers and prevent Zhang Ming from spreading the fierce battle inside to the outside, then this move cannot be taken down in a hurry. Zhang Ming's huge sword energy rushed up and directly overturned the ceiling of the tent and broke it into pieces.

What happened next is also foreseeable. They definitely don’t have that good luck, and they can walk freely through the army of hundreds of people and then escape unstoppable.

Several dead soldiers changed their faces at the same time, and it seemed that they had not thought of this. Zhang Ming smiled and looked at each other, and then looked at the headless corpse lying on the ground and another person who was covering their necks and moaning. The half-dead companion, with a gloomy face, retreated one after another.

The soldiers guarding the periphery were originally exploring the attacked and dead team of patrol soldiers who were originally left outside under Zhang Ming's temporary orders, but suddenly they saw that the ceiling of the camp where Zhang Ming was alone was suddenly lifted up. They didn't know what was going on, and they all became alert.

The battalion commander in his heart even cursed. It should be noted that there was a commander general in the army just now, and every officer was holding his energy to show his strength in front of the new generals, so that he could lead him and others to defeat the Miao people and make the punishment of the merits. If Zhang Ming had any more accidents at this moment...

The battalion commander in charge of the escort thought to himself that he might be beaten to death by countless colleagues.

It is precisely for this that the moment Zhang Ming's actions were spread outside the tent, the soldiers of the battalion became alert and faintly dispersed, and naturally formed a military formation.

Next, as they expected, several waves of dead soldiers with varying numbers rushed out of Zhang Ming's camp. Their skills were obvious, but the soldiers had nothing to fear. Even if they were so skillful, they would be a joke under the impact of a certain number of military formations.

But if these dead soldiers just escaped, they could not catch them so easily. The battalion commander was in a state of great difficulty and finally surrounded four key parts that had been damaged by Zhang Ming's sword energy, which made them unable to escape.

But these dead soldiers did not seem to intend to let themselves fall into the hands of the army. Seeing that there was no hope of escaping, they broke themselves directly, either twisted their necks or knocked on a part of their teeth, and released the poison in it, which took effect in one second, and they would suffocate on the spot.

This made the battalion commander very angry. After asking Zhang Ming for instructions, he directly led his soldiers to cut the bodies left by the dead soldiers into minced meat, which was extremely cruel.

After driving away the dead soldiers, Zhang Ming sat upright in the camp to recover his strength. His consumption tonight was a bit too great. Although he tried to choose time to reply, he still felt that he was unable to make ends meet and even felt a little shaken, so he didn't bother to personally direct the soldiers to round up the escaped dead soldiers.

The world rules are different, and the suppression brought to him is really great, but his martial arts are completely unable to be released with specific morale or royal aura. This is an extremely helpless thing.

Of course, he didn't feel that he had the need to surround the soldiers and killed them. According to his ideas, the other party should not come again. After all, he has finished dealing with the matter now. Basically, from the surface, he has no object to restrain in this vanguard army for the time being.

Perhaps the opponent he was secretly right wanted to break the rules and deliberately sent a dead soldier to plot against him, but Zhang Ming believed that there were always eyes in the highest point of this country. The owner of these eyes could not be regarded as a stupid guy, and he could never be able to point at what he did and could hide it from him.

As long as he didn't take a nap, the next group of dead soldiers should not be sent out. After he proved that he could break the deadlock in adversity, the next step was to prove that he had the ability to lead the army to charge and get Lubujie news, so that all the government and the people could convince them. Zhang Ming believed that when he did not prove that he could or was not able, no one in the dynasty could come forward to stop him from proof.

Soon, the soldiers outside the tent completed the order, and the battalion commander waited outside the tent and said respectfully: "General, the enemy has been dealt with, I dare to ask for instructions."

Zhang Ming opened his eyes and said lightly: "Send soldiers to protect the surroundings, and I still need to rest a little. The generals gathered the soldiers and asked them to organize the soldiers, record their names and service places, and then confirm them according to their military status and finally present them to me. Those who need to report the rest of the matters, otherwise they will deal with them."

"Yes!" The battalion commander agreed respectfully, then tried to lighten his steps and slowly retreated.

After a long time, Zhang Ming suddenly sighed softly in the quiet tent.

"well......"

He looked at the corpse that had a big hole broken behind his back, and felt a little vicissitudes of emotion. When it was not sad, it had always helped him a lot. Even because of Lu Huanqiu, who was strong enough to die in this death warrior raid, he felt very disgusted, and he felt a little sad about spring and autumn.

Forget it... Zhang Ming shook his head gently. There were some excellent strategists in the script. He just had Lu Huanqiu, and he had this old commander Lu and all the strategists. He did not accept it personally. Now he accepted it personally, so it would not be too delayed. It was just that without an excellent turnarounder, he might not be so relaxed in the future.

......

The next morning.

The battalion commander held a bamboo slip weighing more than ten pounds in his hand and stood respectfully outside Zhang Ming's tent to maintain his health.

He had already reported that he had brought the soldiers to report with the generals all night to report, but Zhang Ming's reply asked him to wait for a while. He didn't know what Zhang Ming meant, but he was really afraid that if he left, Zhang Ming would be angry if he didn't see him after he came out of the tent.

Zhang Ming's actions last night, whether it was to kill a few opponents decisively, use his huge advantages of identity and qualifications to suppress all the opposition voices, directly take the position of acting vanguard general, or be able to easily solve the problem with many Miao assassins, which made people either take the initiative or passively develop a sense of admiration and obedience to him. He was also surprised to become the commander of this army completely.

After a while, the curtain of the big tent was suddenly pulled open, and then a slightly thin but not thin figure wearing a white shirt without a armor slowly walked out of the tent. In the morning glow's vigor, he actually seemed a little floating in the air. This was Gongsun Cheng, who is now Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming was surprised to see the battalion commander waiting for him outside. He was just asking the other party to wait for his re-summons, because when the battalion commander asked, he was lucky enough to be at the critical point, and it was not convenient for the other party to come in.

Now that his mental method has changed a few days, his state of mind has completely recovered. The bloody night and the death of Mr. Lu who was close to him have left no trace in his heart. He even secretly felt that his vitality had recovered slightly, and perhaps within a day or two, he could return to his previous state before tonight.

In this way, he left the camp because he felt that the armor was inappropriate when he was exercising his skills, and he forgot to wear it. He just wanted to try a few sets of fists and then wear a formal outfit to meet the battalion commander. Unexpectedly, he met the other party when he went out.

Since that's the case, Zhang Ming didn't plan to continue practicing boxing. This was originally just to prevent him from becoming unfamiliar with martial arts. Although he had reached a sufficiently high level of martial arts, he didn't have to practice every day. Now that he has just taken over everything in the army, it is difficult for him to let go for too long. He must hold on to the meridians.

He waved to the battalion commander with a submissive expression, then turned around and walked into the camp. The battalion commander breathed a sigh of relief, and his arms were already a little numb. In the cool breeze in the early morning, anyone would feel that they could not stand it.

He followed Zhang Ming into the camp, but saw Zhang Ming wearing armor, so he put his hands on the side. After Zhang Ming finished putting it on, the two sat in the guest seats. Then the battalion commander took the initiative to present the bamboo slips in his hand, supported the ground with both hands, and reported it: "The general once said that the situation of collecting soldiers last night was summarized and reported by the generals of the troops. As of the early morning of this day, all the generals submitted the complete letters of the obtained and sorted them out like this."

Zhang Ming nodded, put the bamboo slip on the ground next to him, then reached out and pointed to the body of Lu Huanqiu who was lying quietly on the other side of the camp, and said to the battalion commander: "Find a place to do something, cover it with a thin wooden coffin, take good care of it, and bury it near this place, so that he can rest well. I will get the coffin to repay the return journey."

Lu Huanqiu was the close aide of Zhushanjun, who was sent to Zhang Ming to work, and his death naturally required Zhang Ming to explain to Zhushanjun himself.

Now, there is no way to let him bury himself in the soil first. First, the other party's body was exposed for a long time and disrespectful to the deceased, and the reputation may be bad, which may cause some bad diseases. Secondly, during the march, Zhang Ming even had more tasks to start the army to handle it. It was impossible to carry Lu Huanqiu's body with the army to fight with him, and it was impossible to arrange a grand funeral for him. He had to rest first and take it on his return trip and then take it with him to make his name clear.

The battalion commander's thoughts turned sharply and soon understood what Zhang Ming meant. It was not a secret that Zhang Ming carried with him. Whenever he was at the level of the commander, even the lieutenant had officials who were engaged in the staff and others. Lu Huanqiu showed up for a long time. The battalion commander was chosen by Zhang Ming to be so valued overnight. Naturally, he was one of the people who actively approached Zhang Ming. How could he not recognize Lu Huanqiu's true body?

But at this moment he could only sigh inwardly that things were impermanent, then respectfully responded, lifted Lu Huanqiu's body and walked out.

Zhang Ming focused on the report bamboo slips in his hand, and roughly understood the strength in his hand.

The Miao tribes united and were intimate with each other, so they were easy to say hello. Last night, after not having enough food and having enough food and drink, he took the initiative to retreat. I believe that the materials snatched from the army were an unimaginable wealth for them, enough for them to resist the Changsha National Army.

What remains is the tragic situation of the military camps. Fortunately, the Changsha National Army worked hard for the past dynasties, but the atmosphere in the army has not declined, and most of the soldiers have had a feud with the Miao people. Although many of them scattered in a hurry overnight, after the efforts of the generals, they slowly gathered the soldiers of the original size under their command.

The vanguard army that was originally led by the first was all elite, and the number was also quite large, which showed the majesty of Changsha: 30 chariots, 300 cavalry, 300 soldiers, and 3000 soldiers. In addition, there were 30,000 auxiliary soldiers who did not theoretically need to participate in the battle, and they were dedicated to the construction of logistics camps. Of course, in case of emergency, temporary calls were still required to resist the enemy.

Such a force is not unspeakable. It is several times stronger than the Changzheng Garrison in the county that Zhang Ming brought to wipe out Bai Miao and his family. However, now, these soldiers, just like Changzheng Garrison on that day, must obey his guidance and contribute their murderous aura to the battlefield, so that Zhang Ming can use it at will.

But after a night of chaos, only the twelve chariots were left, the nine chariots were taken away, and the nine chariots were destroyed; only 279 cavalry were left, and most of the cavalry came and went like the wind, which was not easily accessible to Miao people who ran barefoot, but some people were suddenly attacked, or were accidentally dropped during night attacks and were damaged, or fled out and never returned.

The remaining ones were more than 2,600 soldiers and more than 2,700 auxiliary soldiers. The losses in this regard were not too great. The main reason was that the Miao people were not interested in fighting at all. They mainly robbed food, supplies, or destroyed attack equipment. There were not too many real confrontations.

On the other hand, the Changsha national soldiers had many single forces, so they would not have to go to the door to decide the winners and losses with the Miao people. Most of them just saw the situation and followed the call and returned later. In that case, no one could blame them. Their physical fitness and technical tactics were better than those of the Miao people. Even if it was not easy to get away with less enemies, it would be much easier to get out in advance. After all, the Miao people scattered into camps at that time, which was mainly a form of small-scale combat.

Zhang Ming had a clear mind. This night attack did not seem as expected. The serious damage to the war was not considered a trauma. The only ones who suffered heavy losses were the carriages; but those carriages that were destroyed and stolen were not very much in Zhang Ming's heart.

From the beginning, he knew that if the cavalry could perform some reconnaissance and exploration or information transmission functions on relatively flat lands, then the carriage could be said to be of no use except to show off its power and power. It was used for combat, and it was too bulky and the Miao people would hide;

If used for reconnaissance or information transmission, it is also bulky and thunderous when it runs, and it is not suitable for many narrow road surfaces, and it can be said to be useless.

In this way, no matter how much these losses are, there is actually nothing to do with Zhang Ming's next war with the Miao people.

Zhang Ming nodded and turned to look at the report on the baggage.

Before the troops moved, the food and grass were first, and the military ration captains in the army were appointed first, but last night they were also at the scene where Zhang Mingliwei and loyal to Zhang Ming. Because the gun tip was turned around and showed goodwill to Zhang Ming was faster, Zhang Ming did not have any good candidates at this time, so he continued to give this vital position to him.

The report from the military ration captain was attached to the report of collecting soldiers, but it made Zhang Ming frown and also caused him to lose a little joy of not much casualties against the soldiers.

It turns out that if the losses of the soldiers were actually slightly beyond expectations, then the real major losses lie in the logistics.

Last night, the people of the Pearls burned and plundered completely, except for the dry food carried by the vanguard army, which also put Zhang Ming in a dilemma: no matter how capable he dispatched, if the soldiers were not full or warm in food, they would no longer have any prestige, and the army naturally had no combat effectiveness.

This is not simply because the soldiers are unable to eat enough to eat. In the era of cold weapons, when weapons have their own advantages and equipment differ from each other, and there is no obvious technical difference, morale has become an important factor in determining whether a war fails.

This time, if you find that after you have finished eating your dry food, the army's food and grass are not enough for the soldiers to eat for a few days, I'm afraid that without Zhang Ming saying anything, the soldiers will naturally get up and clamor to retreat.

On weekdays, the soldiers of Changsha naturally respect discipline and dispatch, but this is only based on the reason why they want to obtain titles and land through war. The laws of Changsha also protect such rights.

But this also creates a problem. When the war encounters extremely unfavorable situations, the soldiers of Changsha will find that their business may cause losses - that is, their efforts may not be able to obtain the expected returns, the war may fail, and they may die. In this way, even if there is no riot, the fluctuation of the morale and the plummeting morale will become inevitable and no explanation is needed.

Really... Zhang Ming stroked his forehead, because he had ordered to collect the soldiers before, and discussed several sets of backup plans with Lu Huanqiu when he was ordered to arrange the battalion defense when he was ordered to arrange the battalion defense, took out one of them, re-arranged the defense, arranged patrols, and then he could go to rest in installments.

The problem caused by the Miao people's surprise attack last night was not the instantaneous loss, but also the fatigue of the soldiers. It has become an unrealistic thing to continue moving forward today, so I had to regain my energy a little.

He stood up and walked outside the tent. A young soldier with a high spirit was standing outside the tent with a long spear in his hand. Zhang Ming nodded at him encouragement. The young man was immediately happy like some supreme glory, and then nodded and bowed to listen to Zhang Ming's instructions.

"Go to the general and the rations captain, and I have something to discuss with him." He said to the young soldier, who knelt on one knee and expressed his acceptance of the order.

Zhang Ming returned to his tent and waited for a while. The military ration captain trotted all the way, with a dense layer of crystal sweat beads on his forehead.

Zhang Ming smiled and signaled him to sit in the seat. The military ration captain sat in front of Zhang Ming with a restrained and upright.

He was exhausted last night. He wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of Zhang Ming's orders to rest during the day to rest, but he was called by Zhang Ming to come over.

But he was not at all discomfort. On the contrary, he felt a little relieved, because Zhang Ming was willing to discuss matters with him, which means that he had initially recognized his job, and at least within a certain period of time, his duty would not be replaced.

Although he was promoted first in the activities, like many people with similar backgrounds, he did not communicate and exchange too deeply with the activities.

The foundation of the event was shallow, and they did not go back to work so quickly. Now that the event had gone, the person in charge had changed, so it was not a big deal for him to shake his tail and plead loyalty to the new people. Now he naturally has the plan to work for Zhang Ming.

In fact, he knew the reason why Zhang Ming called him, because of the report he submitted. Originally, his logistics supplies were not needed to be written so thoroughly and thoroughly, and doing so could easily lead to his mistakes. However, in order to win Zhang Ming's attention and his impression of his ability, he still did this without hesitation.

"I wonder what the general is looking for? "The military ration captain leaned forward slightly to express his respect, and said while lowering his head.

Zhang Ming nodded slightly: "I read your report and wanted to know more about the situation before and after the troops set off."

The military ration captain began to organize the language in his heart. He hadn't been so serious for a long time, but he was always afraid that he wouldn't be serious enough.

After a while, he began to report slowly, which made Zhang Ming feel very comfortable and nodded repeatedly, even though the content of the report itself was not so satisfying.

It turned out that the supplies and supplies in the army can only maintain the operation of the army for less than 20 days. As for the soldiers in the army that were aware of insufficient food and grass, a series of situations such as disintegration and low morale that could cause could only be concealed for about fifteen days.

After the report, Zhang Ming started thinking and deduction with his chin, while the military ration captain stayed quietly on one side. For a moment, the air in the tent became quiet.

After a long time, Zhang Ming finally realized and came back to his senses and apologized to the military ration captain: "Sorry, but I'm so fascinated. Please forgive me. The report was done very carefully, easy to understand, and comprehensively, and I will be very satisfied... If nothing else, the captain might as well go first, and I need to think carefully."

The military ration captain was also tactful. Of course, he could see that Zhang Ming was very sincere in his appreciation of him, and this proved that his future destiny would never be bumpy. Even if he had reached the top again after the event, he could not think about it.
To be continued...