"Which team do you two plan to use? Cavalry camp? Or the Forward camp?"

In a match between the two, Senggelinqin was defeated too badly, which indirectly affected Emperor Daoguang's thinking. After the three of them answered each other, Emperor Daoguang also clarified his ideas and had a few more games to say.

"Mr. Master, I am not good at horse fighting, but I am good at infantry fighting. I will choose these guards around me for three hundred and eight hundred!

I see that the emperor is tired too. Let’s finish the practice soon, so that the emperor can rest!"

Senggelinqin's slutty slutty is not a good thing for Yang Meng. It is difficult for three hundred to eight hundred. In addition, Senggelinqin, a Mongolian prince, is even more difficult.

Looking at Senggelinqin's ability, this 80% of the prince who was commanding the army was prepared. He was afraid that he would be defeated. In order to maximize his advantages, Yang Meng was also quickly planning.

"What do you think of Senggelinqin?"

Yang Meng's words also came to Emperor Daoguang's heart. After riding a horse for a long time, he was really tired. He was so old that he was unforgivable!

"Can!"

Senggelinqin was holding her breath and had long since lost her composure. Besides, he had to win or lose after talking about eight hundred and three hundred.

"Well! Give Yang Meng a Niu Lu's man, you bring two and a half Niu Lu, what weapons should you use for this battle?"

There were 300 people in Niulu, and one was given to Yang Meng and two and a half years of Senggelinqin, which was fifty people less than the original number, which was considered a preferential treatment for Yang Laosan.

"Old Master, two and a half are too ugly, and it sounds like two hundred and five. I'll let him give it and let him take three Niulu full!

As for those who are not weapons, let him decide! Whether it is bare hands or a stick, it depends on him!

But using a stick will hurt some people."

It's just that his chance of winning is not great. Yang Meng also pretended to be a big-bellied man. The difference between 800 and 900 or 100 people is not much more, and he is not much less. Once he loses, it won't be too embarrassing.

"Use a stick!"

After hearing Yang Meng's words, Senggelinqin could not suppress her anger. Yang Erlangzi's mouth was too smelly. Is Erbaiwu scolding him? He could not beat this little bastard with bare hands and could use a stick to take the opportunity to clean up this little bad guy who is not good at politeness!

"It's done! I'm a little bit sensible when I start. This is a festive event, and it's not good to kill someone."

Emperor Daoguang knew very well that Senggelinqin's thoughts were nothing more than to teach Yang Laosan a lesson. But the lesson was just a lesson, so it would be a little bit of a pain. No matter how serious the harm was, it would not be possible. After all, the Yang family was involved in the resurgence of Yunnan Copper, and they could not ruin the overall situation because of these small matters.

After being nodded by Emperor Daoguang, Senggelinqin also nodded, as if she had accepted this condition.

Next is the election of soldiers. There are two or three thousand guards around, and it is easy to select four Niulu 1,200 people.

Looking at the 38 Banners soldiers in front of him, Yang Meng also sighed in his heart. The physical fitness of these Eight Banners soldiers was much stronger than the knife hands he had originally recruited. They were about 1.7 meters tall and had a strong body. It seemed that these guards were also considered elite soldiers.

"Let me hear it all for the third master!

Get out of the way, smoke the smoker! I will be discovered by the third master later, and I won’t have the best fruits of you!”

Yang Meng's cry of mourning was a real slap in the face. From Emperor Daoguang to the ministers who were attending him, none of them looked good after hearing this. This opium was a hurdle that the Qing Dynasty could hardly overcome from the emperor to the ministers.

The guards of Niulu belong to the infantry camp. Although they are the elite soldiers of the Eight Banners that guard the capital, the Eight Banners are also divided into high and low. The Knight Camp, the Forward Camp, and the Firearms Camp are the real elites, and they can only be regarded as miscellaneous things among the elite soldiers.

There are still many of these people who are receiving their salary and doing business. Ping Yueli is willing to take a few sips. Although Yang Meng is in charge of them now, they dare not admit to smoking big cigarettes in front of the saint.

"Don't come out, right? From a distance, the Third Master smelled the stinky smell on your body. If you don't come out, the Third Master will hit you out!

Array!”

The Eight Banners soldiers in this group of infantry and military camps are not too lazy in training. Although the speed of array formation is not very fast, the teams they have arranged can still be watched.

"Get out!"

"Get out!"

...

After the army was ready, Yang Meng rushed in. The smell of the big smoke ghost was easy to distinguish. A 300-strong man made Yang Meng half of the time.

One person punched the belly and knocked down more than a hundred people, and Yang Meng also had sweat on his forehead.

"Mr. Master, I can't use those big smokers. Please add some more people!"

Yang Meng brought down more than a hundred people back and forth. Every time he put down one, he would hit Emperor Daoguang in the face. Although he was not very obedient in his face, he had to endure it.

"Fill him up with the manpower! Humph..."

Emperor Daoguang issued an order with a cold face. The commander of the infantry and military camp also hated Yang Meng to death. This bastard is really slapping him in the face! Not only did he beat the monk king, but he also implicated him as an innocent person. After he went back, his errand was over!

He was filled with anger. The commander of the infantry camp also stumbling over Yang Meng. Most of the people he had to fill in were weak veterans, and the sticks he gave were also half a piece.

A short stick and a weak veteran are nothing to Yang Meng. Although the veteran is a little weaker, it may not be useless!

"Everyone cheers me up! The soldiers I led will either be beaten to death or people will be scared to death. Before going to the battlefield, I will most likely be chopped off by me!

Look at the horse riding product, I can’t even take my two moves. You will follow me later. One word, type! Two words, typing! Three words, typing! Four words, typing!

I only have one sentence, beat me to death!”

These Eight Banners soldiers had seen Yang Meng deal with Senggelinqin. The dignified Monk King could not take two moves. The one who led the troops was considered a god. Although Yang Meng's words were vulgar, they were willing to listen to them. After the words were said, the spirit of the three hundred people also changed a little.

After waiting for a while, Yi Niu recorded 300 people and recalled his words carefully. Seeing that they were a little restless, Yang Meng began to seduce people again.

"If you can fight, you will stand in front, and if you can't fight, you will be crouched in the back.

The old man of the emperor just said that if he wins, he will be rewarded!

Think about it! Three hundred beats down nine hundred. If you beat him well this time, you will hit the emperor's eyes and the emperor's eyes. Do you all know what happened next?

Master, will you be rewarded if you win?"

Yang Meng's voice was too loud. When he shouted with a broken voice, most of the people present could hear it clearly. This was also an alternative to impulse! Emperor Daoguang said he would not reward him. In front of so many people, he would be a little petty. It seems that it was not so serious.

But the situation is stronger than that of the people, and Yang Meng led all the Eight Banners soldiers! At this time, they cannot be disappointed.

"Monkey! That's right!"

After Emperor Daoguang said the words, Yang Meng's arrogance became even more arrogant.

"Did you hear it all? The emperor nodded, and the rest depends on you monkeys!

Fight, beat me to death! Fight out ** and make a fortune! Fight out a bright future!

You said you wouldn't fight?"

"beat!"

Yang Meng roared, and the Eight Banners soldiers' reactions were not very enthusiastic. They would not be able to do without a fighting spirit or a little stupid.

"Get out ** and give a great future! Got out! Got out!!! Got out!!!"

...

Seeing that these eight-banner cowards were not very breathable, Yang Meng ran into the army and shouted over and over again.

This Niuluo people had already supported Yang Meng. He entered the military formation and played a big role. With a loud roar, he kept coming out of the military formation.

"Okay! Just shout like that, keep shouting!"

Looking at the roaring Three Hundred and Eight Banners soldiers, Yang Meng smiled and just shouted out. He would make his brain deficient in oxygen later, and he was confused and just followed him into the formation.

"Men Sifu, are you ready? Is it done here? I'm ready here!"

This fight almost caused Senggelinqin to fall off his horse. This little bastard had no virtue in his mouth and would have knocked out his sharp teeth later.

"alright!"

Now is definitely not a good time to fight. If you drag on half a cup of tea, Yang Meng's three hundred and eight banner soldiers will have a high fighting spirit, but fighting 900 to three hundred is already a **, and with Yang Meng's repeated provocations, Senggelinqin could not hold back.

"Your Majesty, can you start fighting?"

"Let's start fighting!"

"Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Bo

The half stick in Yang Meng's hand gestured in the air, howled a few times before taking the lead and rushed forward.

"Fight from the dead!"

The Eight Banners soldiers who were a little hypoxia also shouted and rushed towards Senggelinqin's Sanniulu troops.

Hundreds of people fought in the infantry battle, three hundred and nine hundred, outsiders could see who was more and who was less at a glance, but the people in the military formation could not see clearly. With the roar just now, Yang Meng's 300 Eight Banners soldiers were really confused.

Yang Meng ran fast, and they followed quickly. The distance between the two armies was ten steps away, and within a few breaths, they rushed to the front.

Senggelinqin was also considered a general, and set up a battle formation to resist horses, but this battle formation had great demands on courage. Looking at Yang Meng who was coming in a fierce manner, many soldiers in Senggelinqin's camp were a little timid.

The monk king couldn't even catch it twice. Now the god man was holding a stick, followed by three hundred tigers and wolves. Yang Meng was so fast that the closer he approached Senggelinqin's military formation, the more pressure he put on the Eight Banners soldiers. Without waiting for the battle, the horse-resisting battle formation had already gone a lot.

Nine hundred people, not too much, not too little, not too little. As soon as the military formation moved, Senggelinqin, who was sitting on the horse, responded and changed the formation!

Although the training in the infantry and military camps is good, the military formation can be changed, compared with the speed of Yang Meng's charging, it is a slow job.

Forced Senggelinqin to change the formation, which Yang Meng did not expect. All he thought about was to use momentum and speed to disperse the nine hundred Senggelinqin's men.

Although Senggelinqin reacted quickly, this change of formation was a mess. If he did not change the formation and still used the Refusal Formation to block it, he still had half the chance of winning. With the order to change the formation, the soldiers in front of him moved, and Senggelinqin's winning rate dropped to less than 30%.

"kill……"

Seeing that Senggelinqin had a basket, Yang Meng's charge also slowed down for a while. Just as the Eight Banners soldiers of Senggelinqin's camp were pulling their sticks to change the formation, he roared and rushed in with a group of people.

Fight with less and stronger, and fight with weak. Yang Meng only relies on fast and random fighting. With momentum and speed, he pounced on Senggelinqin's military formation, and then fought in chaos.

With the power of knocking down Senggelinqin with his two moves just now and the momentum of the chaos, Senggelinqin's men should be timid and lose their courage. Not to mention fighting against nine hundred, even if three hundred and one thousand five, Yang Meng also has the confidence to fight them away.

Senggelinqin's stupid transformation of the formation undoubtedly gave him a great opportunity. He really thought this was a battlefield? The stupid guy was just a mess in the officialdom for nothing, and he couldn't tell the difference between the battlefield and the stage. He should be unlucky.

Without fighting, he was in a state of chaos. Looking at Yang Meng and the soldiers of the Senggelinqin camp who were rushing towards him, I wonder what to do. Should I continue to change the formation? Or should I raise my stick to fight?

Before they could make a choice, Yang Meng brought them the answer. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!