Time flies, and it has been almost four years since we arrived in this world in a blink of an eye.

In the land of Liaodong, Ye Qiu was wearing a mountain pattern armor weighing more than 30 kilograms, and stood in the queue with a hundred battle swords.

A thousand people around him were his subordinates.

He looked at the Jurchens who were calm in front of him, and his heart was calm.

In the past four years, except for those few months, he had fought almost every month and fought countless battles of all sizes. He had become numb, and nothing on the battlefield could arouse any turmoil in his heart.

Unfortunately, the Ming Dynasty army was too corrupt and its combat effectiveness was too low. Although Ye Qiu, who was almost seventeen years old, had his personal force value surpassed everyone in this world, in large-scale battles, personal force really did not play a decisive role.

This is why Ye Qiu has only been promoted to deputy garrison in recent years, with only more than a thousand people under his command. Although he killed many Jurchens with his personal force, all the credits of these people were misled by the generals above, and he could only share the benefits.

This is also what Ye Qiu was extremely dissatisfied with the Ming army system. The capable ones are at the bottom and the incompetent ones are at the top.

The group of people above were extremely active in robbing the credit, but they were afraid of fighting, and they were simply stingy!

Although the Ye family's power in the court was very helpful to Ye Qiu, as the status of warriors in the Ming Dynasty increased sharply, they gradually became warlords. There were people in the Ye family's court, but it was becoming less and less useful.

If those superiors in the army had not seen that they could fight and needed to obtain military achievements for them, I'm afraid these jealous guys would have squeezed them out long ago.

In today's battle, the people above were forced to do nothing. If they did not attack, the Jurchen cavalry would go straight to the capital.

At that time, even if they are not killed by the Jurchens, they will be killed by the emperor.

The current warlord situation is only in its infancy, and it is still impossible to fight against the imperial power, or it is not dared to.

After all, the Ming Dynasty has accumulated power for hundreds of years.

Unag looked at the military formation opposite coldly, and hesitated in his heart. He participated in almost all the wars after the Khan of Nuerhaci, and was very experienced. The Ming army formation opposite looked rigorous, but in fact he had no energy.

If it were four years ago, he would have led his army to attack.

But now he dared not do so.

Four years ago, there was a sudden addition of a young tiger general in the Ming army, which was extremely brave. Many elite soldiers who had lost in this person's hands were even killed by five of the generals.

Unag once fought with the other party, and still occasionally has nightmares.

He could not imagine how a human martial arts could be so powerful!

It's like a demon.

A white armor beside him was looking into the Ming army formation. After a while, he put down his hand that was on his forehead and said, "Master, I saw the banner of Ye Qiu, in front of the Central Army formation."

"Well, as expected, the wastes of such strong men in the Ming army must be placed in the central army to protect themselves. We..."

He hesitated for a moment, pointed to the left side of the military formation and said, "Let's attack on the left."

A drum sounded, and the soldiers of the Later Jin armored soldiers who were not wearing armor dismounted one after another.

Ubatai, with a pockmarked face, put on a chain mail with the help of his own coat, took off a step bow from the horse, and hung two bags of arrows on his body, one bag of light arrows and one bag of heavy arrows, and finally carried the big knife on his shoulder.

Their Zhenglan Banner Jiala is on the right wing of the front line, facing the left wing of the Ming army. There is also a part of the Korqin Mongolian on the right wing. The Mongolian Right Banner in the middle, and the left wing is the Mongolian Left Banner and Aohan and other small tribes.

The seventeen-year-old Ubatai fought against the Ming army for the first time, but he was very relaxed. The Ming army they encountered since he followed Master Unag into the pass.

He believed that the same was true for the Ming army in front of him. Their 300 people were here, and there were more than 50 white-armored soldiers transferred from other flags. In Ubatai's eyes, only these 300 people were enough to defeat the nearly ten thousand Ming army in front of him.

Uncle Yilanbar in front of him was also calmly wearing armor. Ubatai hurried up and helped him sort out the silver-white Bayala armor. He envied Uncle Yilanbar's armor very much for its silvery light and very strong. He believed that no weapon could break it.

Yilanbar smiled, and the terrifying knife mark on his left ear was squeezed even more terrifying. "Boy Ubatai, as long as we break this Ming army, we can enter the hinterland of Ming Kingdom. The city there is much richer than this Liaodong, which will definitely make you rich. If we can break the capital of Ming Kingdom, we Jurchens will be the masters of all the Ming people. At that time, the land will be as much as possible, and the coating will be chosen at will. You Ubatai can choose ten Ming people's wives and give you a bunch of kids, hahaha."

Ubatai's eyes suddenly shone, and he asked Ilanbar, "Uncle Ilanbar, should we just rush over?"

Yilanbar shook his head and said, "This Ming army is probably stronger. I just see that Lord Jiala did not directly attack the central army, but arranged to attack from the left wing of the Ming army. However, killing them is not a problem, at most it will take more effort. Once this Ming army leaves, the city behind can block something, and directly grab his mother."

Yilanbar had heard of the legend of the Ming army killing gods, but he had never fought with him personally. He only thought that it was bragged by the Ming army himself and did not take it seriously.

"Boy Ubatai, after defeating this Ming army later, you will follow me when it hits the city. I will take you to grab those wealthy families. The uncle has robbed too much and has experience."

Ubatai agreed with a smile.

Yilanbar ignored him, took out his antler ring, put it on his right thumb, gently pulled the bowstring and adjusted the ring position. The sound of horse hooves came from the left. He looked towards the general's general's central army. Several Korqin and Aohan's Taiji were leaving the central army position, running past the front of the front, and heading straight for both wings.

"I'm going to attack, follow me." Yilanbar said without looking back.

After a while, rumbling sounds came from both wings, and more than a hundred Mongolian tribal cavalry rushed out of each.

In the Ming army formation, Ye Qiu, who had been through the battle formation for a long time, could see at a glance that the Mongolian cavalry on the right wing was just a feint attack, and their main attack direction was the left wing of the Ming army.

"Why aren't it the right wing? With Feng Hu on the right wing, you can still stick to it. I'm afraid the left wing won't be able to do it."

Ye Qiu gritted his teeth, his cheeks bulged.

Feng Hu is doing better than Ye Qiu. Now he is a commander and can lead the army alone.

As Feng Hu's position increased, Ye Qiu's life was much better.

Now Feng Hu is trying to find a way to transfer Ye Qiu into his own army.

With random thoughts, the Jurchen army had already fought with the left-wing army.

The shouts of killing came, and Ye Qiu stood on tiptoe and looked at him.

Just after contact, the left wing showed signs of instability.

He shook the knife in his hand, and it seemed that he was going to go left.

This is not the first time he has been a firefighter.

Sure enough, as he thought.
Chapter completed!