After hearing Zhang Ping'an's evaluation of the Donglin Party members, Sun Chengzong was very dissatisfied with it.

"You kid is so sure that Donglin is not Wei Zhongxian's opponent?"

"Hehehehe, old man, you read more history books than me. Do you always tell me that history books record whether it is a villain, a cruel official, or a gentleman who is in power? You are always a literati and know that history books are written by literati. Do you still need to say more about your experience in the officialdom?"

They were fighting, and Gu Xin broke in excitedly. "Master! The Mongolian Tartars have more than 50,000 troops!"

Zhang Ping'an was very calm at this time. Lin Danhan had stolen so much money this time. He probably wouldn't fight with him. He was so mentally that Lin Danhan wouldn't be too stupid.

"The Mongolian Tartars have more than 10,000 more people, and they join the support force! There are still eighty miles away from us!"

"Is there any follow-up troops?" Zhang Ping'an asked with a frown.

Now Gu Xin's excitement was gone. "No more! The scouts of the teaching team were 120 miles west and 110 miles north, and only a scattered team of 100 people were found!"

"How fast are their marches? Are the flags unified?"

"It's less than thirty miles a day! The scouts found that the Mongolian Tartars had a lot of things in the spare horses! The Tartar flags were complicated, and there were 63 pairs of Thousand House flags above eight feet!" Gu Xin became less and less confident when he spoke.

"It's over! All the people who come here are miscellaneous troops! You guys wait for me and I'll go and see the weather."

After Zhang Ping'an finished speaking, he walked out of the handsome tent and took a few deep breaths of the cold wind in the wind. Then he grabbed the fine snow particles as thin as sand from the ground and spread them into the air. The pure blue and dazzling sunshine in the sky made Zhang Ping'an's irritable mood calmer.

When Zhang Ping'an walked back to the commander's tent again, he ordered Gu Xin: "Let Hu Ming's troops, he must catch the living Tartars before tonight! I want to know who is leading the troops this time. The Tartars' troops are composed. The troops' combat readiness level is raised to level 2."

This is the first time Sun Chengzong has come across such a brand new concept. "Peace! What does the combat readiness level mean?"

When Zhang Ping'an and Sun Chengzong fought, perhaps they could only find a little confidence from these places. He understood a little bit why he didn't hate him after eating the old fox. It was that the old man, as a senior bureaucrat of the Ming Dynasty, was extremely pragmatic.

This is very rare. The old man never treats him as a child. Instead, he interacts with him as an equal subject. From the bottom of his heart, Zhang Ping'an may be more inclined to the eunuch who has no eggs to the direction of the court's policy. However, these have nothing to do with him. Zhang Ping'an only believes that who can bring him the best interests.

"I am working on this combat readiness level, with the lowest level three, mainly to strengthen scout reconnaissance; the second level is slightly higher, and when each camp sleeps at night, someone must take turns to be on duty. Blow an emergency drill number in the middle of the night. The first level is the highest, and you don't take off your armor when you sleep at night, and you are ready to attack at any time!"

Zhang Ping'an suddenly remembered something and grabbed Gu Xin who was going out to pass the order.

"Wait, how many crossbows are we carrying this time?"

"There are more than 30,000! Dashen, why are you asking?"

Zhang Ping'an ignored Sun Chengzong's tent and held his head and thought hard. Gu Xin knew his habit. He was afraid that Sun Chengzong would interrupt the general's thinking, so he looked at Sun Chengzong and made a move that Zhang Ping'an was thinking for him. Sun Chengzong nodded, and did not speak, indicating his understanding.

Soon Zhang Ping'an thought about the problem. He raised his eyes and smiled apologetically at Sun Chengzong, turned to order Gu Xin: "Let the military craftsmen make a batch of mud bombs, and the various departments practice crossbow arrow shooting!"

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Sun Chengzong was preparing to stay in the Possess Army camp these days, and took over Zhang Ping'an's commander's account. He wanted to learn a brand new combat method from this baby coach. That night, Sun Chengzong was wearing glasses from a bad boy, reading a book, and was about to go to bed when Wu Qitai hurried into the door.

"Sir, Mr. Zhang sent someone to ask, do you want to see the Tartars he interrogated?"

Sun Chengzong put down his book and took off his glasses. "Oh, okay, go see!"

They followed Zhang Ping'an's personal soldiers to an ordinary camp. They saw about thirty tied Mongolian Tartars kneeling at the door of the camp, and several of them had blood stains on their bodies. The personal soldiers guarding the camp first saluted them, and then opened the door curtain. The brightly lit tent was hot, so it took him a while to adapt to the temperature in the tent.

Zhang Ping'an enthusiastically introduced him to the presiding table and sat, while he stood in the middle of the tent, arranged everything. Then he bowed to Sun Chengzong: "Mr. Sun, if you feel uncomfortable... please don't...!"

"Peace! I'm here to listen, I won't interfere with your interrogation!"

"Sir Xie! Is this Hu Ming, the commander of the Po Slave Army? He is responsible for translating Mongolian dialect to you?"

Zhang Ping'an said, pointing to the strong man in black armor standing behind Sun Chengzong. Sun Chengzong turned to look at Hu Ming and nodded. "I'm working hard!"

Hu Ming clasped Sun Chengzong's fists according to the Ming Dynasty's military courtesy. Sun Chengzong understood that this man was once an old army in the Ming Dynasty. He turned around and nodded to Zhang Ping'an again, indicating that he could start.

"You have never practiced it on the battlefield. It's still the same rule. When I go to class, you can listen first and then actually operate it! Do you understand!"

Only then did Sun Chengzong realize that there were more than a dozen people in the tent wearing personal soldiers' clothing, but their hats were red, which was very different from other personal soldiers' black hats.

"Yes! Grandmaster!"

Zhang Ping'an rubbed his hands excitedly and ordered: "Take me in one by one, and choose the most rare question first! Quick!"

The captives were taken in one by one, and he commented on one after another: "This is easy to judge, his eyes are free, and he looks like a soft cock! This is good, stay here first. This is not bad, stay!"

Just like buying vegetables in the vegetable market, Zhang Ping'an selected five Mongolians who he thought were more difficult to judge. Then he pointed to the Mongolians who he thought were the most difficult to judge. He muttered happily: "Hehehe, it's him, don't let me down!"

Soon the Mongol was stripped naked and put on a torture frame with big characters. Zhang Ping'an's expression began to be serious at this time, as if he was going to engage in an arduous battle.

He asked in Mongolian dialect: "What's your name?"

This tall Mongolian man didn't even raise his eyes. Zhang Ping'an continued to question in a somewhat nuisance tone: "Your body is like a tiger in the jungle, and your eyes are as sharp as an eagle. Do you dare not even leave your name for your enemies? Although I am your enemy, I respect the heroes on the grassland more. Are you a hero?"

"Suh Balu! (meaning of lion)"

"Okay! It's true that this name is worthy of the grassland lion, which tribe are you a hero?"

"Bayuete tribe!"

"I'm going to put you back, we should be like real warriors, and we will decide the outcome on the battlefield. Are you willing to go back?"

Suhbaru raised his noble head. "You are a grassland eagle, and I am willing to fight with you on the battlefield with swords and arrows!"

Zhang Ping'an performed a Mongolian ceremony to him. "Very good, you are a real hero! The lion on the grassland, I can't ignore the idea of ​​who my enemy is, right? Who led you to attack me?"

"Katsuqinkundu Khan! Lead me in Bat Yue, Uziyet, Hongjit, Junggerhe, Basbat, Ordos Tubajinon and other ministries."

Zhang Ping'an looked at him with confusion. "No! Are you considered tigers on the grassland? Why are you so slow? Even the women driving the flock of sheep will walk faster than you!"

Sukhbaru roared angrily: "Katsuqinkundukhan, a coward on the grassland, is a wealthy slave. He stopped our tribe in order to wait for the wealth he grabbed in the Ming Dynasty. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!