Zhang Ping'an now knows that he has caused trouble, and the trouble comes from the mouth! People can't be too proud. He quickly apologized: "Don't calm down! Ping'an is wrong! I'll always apologize to you! Besides, I'm just a little brat. It's not worth being angry with me! If this is spread, it would be so bad for you to care about a child!"

Sun Chengzong was so angry that this kid was so shameless. You little brat can command tens of thousands of troops and manage hundreds of thousands of people. Is this what the little brat does? Even apologizing and threatening.

Looking at Zhang Ping'an's innocent little face, Sun Chengzong was very helpless towards this shameless person. This kid is indeed not old, and this became the best shield for him after he made a mistake.

At this point, Sun Chengzong sighed weakly. "Who do you want? Boy, you want Lu Xiangsheng to follow you immediately. This is pushing him into the fire pit! Next year..."

"So, I want him alone. If I want too many people, there will be a big fuss in the court! Don't our Ming literati pay attention to sacrificing their lives for justice? You boss can't just let me be a little kid, just to make justice alone! Otherwise, how can you write the history books of the Ming Dynasty!"

Sun Chengzong had the ability to deal with people, but he could not give up any effort when facing this shameless little kid who had a rotating flesh. So he was ready to be realistic and want to get some benefits from Zhang Ping'an.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense! The Ming Dynasty lacks horses, you have to give me 20,000 horses!"

"Don't worry, old man! Don't say 20,000, I'll draw some from the Mongolian Tartars. 40,000 to 50,000 is no problem!"

Sun Chengzong was even more angry. The boy obviously understood that the court hoped that he had arranged for Lu Xiang to rise to Po Nu City. There was no affordability at all. The boy's intention was: give as much as he seized from the Mongolian Tartars!

Before he could even come, he saw the child who was receiving his entourage, Gu Xin, hurriedly lifting the curtain and coming in. The child just thought of Zhang Ping'an and whispering to him, and he heard Zhang Ping'an tell him: "Mr. Sun is Shangguan. If you have military information, you don't have to avoid him!"

"Yes! The Grand Marshal! The latest military information, the Mongolian army was discovered 150 miles west of the camp!"

Zhang Ping'an was overjoyed, slapped his thigh, stood up and asked quickly: "How many people are there? How fast are they marching?"

"The scout found that there were more than 30,000 troops on this route, less than 40,000 horses. More than 100,000 horses! It is expected to arrive in five days!"

Zhang Ping'an was obviously not excited anymore and sat in the same position dejectedly. Sun Chengzong was a little surprised. Why did the boy who was so passionate just now become weak now?

Zhang Ping'an looked at the roof of the tent, feeling unwilling to accept it, and asked again: "Did you find any follow-up troops?"

Gu Xin obviously knew the general’s thoughts. “Five miles away from the large army, there is still a force of five or six thousand people to support him!”

"Although the mosquito legs are small, they are also fleshy! You can make plans! All plans must be eaten by the Tartars' support troops! Go!"

Only then did Sun Chengzong realize that Zhang Ping'an was not afraid, but thought that the Mongols came too few. What made him even more strange was that Zhang Ping'an actually asked the child to do such a major task in combat deployment.

"Boy, why don't you do such a major military?"

Zhang Ping'an looked dull and smiled bitterly: "I have explained their ideas to them long ago. They can do it according to my ideas. Why do you have to do everything yourself? Those who are the leader have to grasp the main things and let their subordinates exercise their miscellaneous tasks! Otherwise, wouldn't I be exhausted? Old man, the horse you want is settled!"

"You're so sure?"

When Zhang Ping'an heard Sun Chengzong's doubts, Zhang Ping'an finally found his strengths and could educate Sun Chengzong.

"Sunziyun: Knowing yourself and your enemy will never be defeated! The truth is very profound, but this is something that happened more than a thousand years ago. In fact, the victory or defeat on the battlefield has been decided long before! Fighting is not only about courage, but more about training, logistics, experience, and more importantly about concepts!"

Sun Chengzong heard Zhang Ping'an's new explanation of the war again and was a little unacceptable. "Ping'an, what you said is very interesting. Why do you say that?"

Zhang Ping'an was a little proud, and he took a mouthful of milk tea: "Take the case of Lin Danhan's attack on the Ming Dynasty! It's been a month since he broke Datong and hasn't hit Taiyuan yet. Why is this? It's a problem with his strategic vision. This can only show that he has no clear offensive goal. It's because he has lost his luck in breaking Datong. His biggest weakness is that he is not good at siege. Why does this happen? It's because he can't use *. Datong was blown up by *, and he didn't even think through this inevitable connection that happened by chance. What future does he have."

Sun Chengzong understood, Zhang Ping'an criticized Lin Danhan for not using * to bomb the city. What would happen if it were Zhang Ping'an... He didn't dare to think about it.

"Let's talk about concepts and equipment. It's been hundreds of years since then. Lin Danhan is still Genghis Khan's combat theory, such as encirclement in depth, rapid retreat, and shooting enemies with Mangu in retreat. The weapons used are nothing more than war horses, bows, arrows, swords and guns. The army that can't even use muskets or cannons. It's time to be eliminated these days!"

Sun Chengzong nodded, and he also recognized Zhang Ping'an's analysis of the Mongolian Tartars. "There were muskets in the Ming Dynasty, but why could the cannons beat the Tartars?"

Hearing Sun Chengzong's humble request for advice, Zhang Ping'an was even happier. He was not afraid of his theory being learned. Because no one except himself dared to practice his ideas.

"This is a matter of training! The Ming Dynasty had the best firearms, but when they faced the Tartars, of course, including the Jurchens, the enemy often left far away and the musketeers opened fire. In addition, the Tartars rode their horses and rushed to the front, but they had not yet loaded them! This time I invite you to watch the battle and see how my musketeers fought. You will understand when you are old!"

Zhang Ping'an still kept a few moves, and the most powerful thing he was not what he said. The reward system and severe punishment were also the key to the victory of the Blame Army.

After a long time, Sun Chengzong said nothing, and he was shocked by Zhang Ping'an's war theory again. It seemed that he had miscalculated. This kid might be able to survive next year's level. The matter of sending people to Ponucheng is an urgent matter at this time.

Sun Chengzong first returned to Zhangjiakou. He and Zhang Ping'an agreed that in the next two days, he would only take Zhang Wenyi, the general of Zhangjiakou, and the guerrilla horseman in the Beijing camp, to listen. He would never interfere.

....................................

When Sun Chengzong brought people to the Po Nu Army camp again, he obviously broke his promise because he led more officers than guards this time. Zhang Ping'an, who was greeting at the camp gate, did not say much when he saw this scene. He just invited them into the camp.

However, Zhang Ping'an did not take them to the tent, but went to a fenced venue. Sun Chengzong was also surprised, but he came to study with the purpose of not saying anything. The officers he led had been instructed by the supervisor before departure, and they were not allowed to speak, and listen carefully.

Although they were a little resistant in their hearts, no one dared to stick out the tiger beard of the Supervisor. Especially when they saw the generals who were greeting them, although their armor was neat, their face and short figure still made them dissatisfied.

But when they came to this fence room, they were deeply shocked. They saw a huge realistic battlefield sand table. Several rows of wooden stairs were also built on both sides, which seemed to be their seats.

The generals sitting on the stool around the sand should be senior generals of the Po Nu Army. Because they quickly determined the level of these generals from the golden wolf heads embroidered by the generals. The child holding a long tumbler in his hand was Zhang Ping'an, the commander of the Po Nu Army, because he showed five wolf heads on his chest.

The generals surrounding the sand table showed three golden wolf heads on their chests, and they also had two golden wolf heads on their hands. Behind them were two children showing off their chests on their chests. Judging from the movements the children were lying on the small desk and preparing to record, these people were the staff of the Po Slave Army mentioned by the supervisor.

Zhang Ping'an invited Sun Chengzong to a half-foot-high coaching platform, and he picked up the stub and walked to the sand table. He raised his hand to salute Sun Chengzong and the Ming generals who came to watch the battle. Sun Chengzong's jaw was slightly slapped, which was considered a return gift, while other generals were chaotic and stood up to bow their hand to return the gift.

Sun Chengzong now felt the difference between the two armies. The generals of the Po Nu Army sat in a uniform manner, with their hands on their knees, their waists straightened, and their eyes looked forward, and no one spoke.
Chapter completed!