Xiong Tingbi nodded and said:

"That's right. Besides, these mainland soldiers, except for Gansu, all come from the humid and hot places in the south. Even if they arrive, it's still a big deal to withstand the cold weather outside the pass."

"You should not expect any expectations for these new soldiers. You should train these 50,000 new soldiers as soon as possible. Is there any good place to recruit soldiers?"

After hearing this, the generals looked at each other for a few seconds, and Man Gui stepped out and said:

"Reported to Taitai, after the recovery of Liaodong, Liao people moved back in Fushun and Tieling areas. Most of the Liao people in these places had avoided disasters due to war and the number was quite large. This time, Liaodong was in ruins, houses were to be built, and military facilities in the garrison were also to be restored."

"The last general thinks that these two places are also the best way to recruit troops in front of Jiannu invade Liaozu."

After hearing this, Xiong Tingbi said to himself: "Fushun, Tieling is an excellent place. Calling on the Liao people to fight for the protection of the land and restore the construction can also boost morale..."

After thinking for a while, he firmly said: "Okay, recruit new troops from Fushun and Tieling!"

"The last time Wujing Camp died in battle to protect the entire camp of Chenyang, the 50,000 new soldiers recruited this time will be reorganized according to the Wujing Camp's construction system."

"As for the order——!" the generals said in unison.

After everyone's voices settled, Xiong Tingbi suddenly raised his head and said:

"The order to Pi Dao, ask Mao Wenlong to pay attention to the movements of Jiannu at all times. His Dongjiang Army's general is not moving. He knows how to fight at that time!"

In Liaodong, except Xiong Tingbi, the most prestigious generals were not the generals present such as Cao Bianjiao, Man Gui, and Xue Laiyin, but Mao Wenlong, the general of Zhenjiang.

Speaking of Mao Wenlong, his experience is legendary.

Since the establishment of the Dongjiang Army in the 47th year of Wanli to the present, from the beginning, all the civil and military officials in the dynasty were unknown, and now it has become a nail deeply inserted behind the enemy, which once again confirms the foresight of Emperor Tianqi.

Xiong Tingbi has always been openly restrained by Mao Wenlong, but basically does not interfere with the development of island affairs.

Even though there are often rumors that Mao Wenlong killed Liang Chonggong, hijacked merchants, led troops to rob materials in North Korea, and many other acts, Xiong Tingbi turned a blind eye to many other acts.

Because he knew how important the strategic position of Pi Island was.

At this time, Pi Island will obviously become an important factor in how the slave chief sends troops and how large it is. This depends entirely on the emperor's advance setting.

By now, the Dongjiang Army has become a "stubborn disease" that the Later Jin Dynasty cannot get rid of or eliminate. Every time he sends troops, Nurhaci undoubtedly has to worry about the stolen hometown.

Even Mao Wenlong had to make it once before.

In the second year of Tianqi, the Dongjiang Army, which had been unknown before, suddenly came out in full swing. When Nurhaci led the Eight Banners Army out, the troops from the land reached the city of Hetuara without knowing their knowledge.

By the time the Later Jin soldiers found out that it was too late.

On that day, the soldiers of the Dongjiang Army took revenge and revenge.

Due to his weak force, he was caught off guard. Even the brave bannermen could not stop the Dongjiang Army from advancing.

Countless bannermen sprinkled blood from the old village, and the entire village was destroyed. Even though the left-behind ministers tried their best, they could only save a Khan's court.

This great victory shocked the entire government and the country at that time, and it was a turnaround for the Dongjiang Army!

This was a refreshing victory presented by thousands of soldiers of the Dongjiang Army to their emperor, and it also gave a heavy blow to the enemy Jin.

Mao Wenlong was telling Nurhaci with practical actions that the Dongjiang Army should not be underestimated.

They are no longer the small team that could only hide in Tibet and play games like they did four years ago. They now have enough strength to launch a large-scale attack behind them.

......

In August of the fourth year of the Apocalypse, the country of Korea was Iron Mountain.

On the coast in the dark night, it is quiet and cold.

A rustling sound of footsteps came from the shore, and around more than a dozen small boats, hundreds of Dongjiang soldiers wearing painted black armor were covering their traces.

There was a surviving veteran who had gone to the enemy's back with Mao Wenlong in the army. As soon as he got ashore, the north wind from Liaodong warmly greeted them, the old acquaintances.

The cool breeze swept the remaining snow, slapped the veteran's scarred face without any mercy

The veteran was unmoved and carried his hands at the bottom of the boat, and was even bleeding.

The flesh and blood were bonded to the wooden boards at the bottom of the boat. The veteran bit his teeth and pushed them hard. As the boat moved far away into the sea, a piece of skin remained on the wooden boards at the bottom of the boat forever.

The flesh and blood are blurred.

But he knew what it meant to go deep behind enemy lines. Without saying a word, he grabbed the cold iron spear and followed the team into the depths of the dense forest.

I don’t know how long I walked, but hundreds of people accidentally ran into a small town. Outside the town, there were more than a dozen slave riders wearing yellow striped armor waiting.

The town was filled with heat. Mao Wenlong stared at him for a while, pressed the sword around his waist, and suddenly raised his hand.

In this way, this small team that penetrated deep behind the enemy was lying in the snow and ice outside the town.

About half an hour passed, a recruit was shaking all over by the cold, unable to hold on, and fell heavily into the snow in the dense forest.

No one looked back and no one chose to save them, even if they couldn't bear it.

The veteran's face was close to the snow, and he was not even able to break up with the death of the new recruit. Over the years, he was accustomed to his fate.

He only knew that as soon as he moved slightly, he would fall into the snow like the recruit and never get up again.

At this moment, the snow around suddenly trembled.

A group of cavalry came from afar, all wearing bright white rings of iron armor, with tiger spears behind them, and tiger-headed swords on their waists. When Mao Wenlong saw this, he couldn't help but feel happy.

Bayala Guard!

The white-armored soldiers are generally guarded by the more important princes and nobles among the Eight Banners. They seem to have good information in detail. In the past two days, there are important figures from Jiannu who are coming.

With the spirit boost, everyone held their breath and continued to wait.

After a while, the trembling sound in the distance became louder, and Nurhaci suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

Nurhaci arrived about five hundred steps away from Mao Wenlong's hidden place. He was about to enter, but suddenly he waved his hand vigilantly. Hundreds of Bayala guards stopped and scattered.

Nurhaci held the reins of the horse in his hand, looked around with his eagle eyes, and stared at the place where Mao Wenlong was for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.

Not long after, a summoning came from the slave cavalry, and all the white-armored soldiers rushed into the hot spring town with the old slave, leaving only three or five cavalry patrolling outside.

"General, what should I do?" The veteran turned his head stiffly, looking at Mao Wenlong, whose face was still shocked, with deep hatred in his words.

"It's actually an old slave..."

Mao Wenlong had only regrets in his heart now. He thought that he could just take the princes and nobles of the Eight Banners to go back and ask for me, but he didn't expect...

If I had known that Nurhaci had been here and had fought all the Dongjiang army, I would have killed this old slave in Wenquan Town and told him not to go back to the old village!

But today's not possible. There are hundreds of guards around me. You can tell at a glance that these people are all elite among the elites, and Nurhaci's best-killed guards around Bayala.

In addition to being the most well-equipped, these guards brought today are also different from those of Bayala guards of ordinary flags.

Most of the guards around Nurhaci were the most brave men selected in various divisions during the Unification Jurchen War, and their combat effectiveness in the field was not as good as Xiong Tingbi's Super Bian Battalion.

Mao Wenlong knew that just by bringing out these hundreds of people, he would not be the opponent of Lao Nu at all, and once he was exposed, he would not even be able to escape.

Is it just a good opportunity today that is missing in vain?

Thinking of this, Mao Wenlong turned his head and looked at the several new recruits who had already been frozen to death in the snow, and had a plan in his mind.
Chapter completed!