Zhang Ping'an bowed: "Look for a long time! Long time! You will be my subordinate in the future. Let's work together to let the glory of the Ming Dynasty shine across the world!"

Lu Xiangsheng's bitterness in his heart at this moment could not be described. He wanted to turn off this job. But as a member of Donglin, for their common ideal, he could only obey the call of Sun Chengzong, one of the leaders of Donglin.

Although the imperial edict to appoint him as the assistant minister of the Pound City had not been issued yet, this half-year-old child had become a foregone conclusion that Shangguan had. He had to kneel down and kowtow to Shangguan according to the rules of the Ming Dynasty officialdom. However, unexpectedly, Sun Chengzong grabbed him.

"Jiandou, you don't have to kneel down for him! The Ming Dynasty's slave army did not have this rule. If I hadn't been careful, this bad boy wouldn't even want to accept the imperial edict!"

Sun Chengzong's words have rich meanings. He added the word "Ming" to the Ponu Army, which was to warn the little fox to behave properly. At the same time, he told Lu Xiangsheng that there was no kneeling ceremony in the Ponu Army. The deeper meaning is that Zhang Ping'an did not have the right respect to the court and the emperor, and Lu Xiangsheng's future choreography is very difficult.

Zhang Ping'an and Lu Xiangsheng both understood what Sun Chengzong meant. Zhang Ping'an curled his lips and smiled indifferently. Lu Xiangsheng was shocked. He understood Sun Chengzong's expectations for him. He was to find a way to correct Zhang Ping'an's wrong views.

What made Lu Xiangsheng feel unsure was that as the commander of Ji Liao, Sun Chengzong of the Ming Dynasty, could he do something that could not be accomplished?

"Peace! How do you plan to arrange Jiandou's errand?"

Zhang Ping'an smiled. "I plan to set up a war barracks alone, but he has to start with the small soldiers!"

The old fox Sun Chengzong was puzzled. He didn't understand why Zhang Ping'an did this. "Why?"

Zhang Ping'an's expression was a little depressed. He used to read history books and Lu Xiangsheng died in a hard battle with the Jurchen army. He thought that as a birdman with wings, since some of the history has changed, the hero in his mind cannot be allowed to die easily.

"I am training military talents for the Ming Dynasty. Jiandou is a literati, but has the potential of a military general. If he and I overcome difficulties next year, he will definitely become a commander with both civil and military skills. The Pou Nu Army may be his opponent except me. If the Ming Dynasty is in trouble, I will definitely not be able to keep him. Jiandou returns to the leadership of the Ming Dynasty, and the Ming Dynasty may bring out a force that can only fight in the field!"

As soon as Zhang Ping'an finished speaking, Sun Chengzong's mouth opened his mouth. No wonder he was so out of control. When did the little fox in his mind consider the problem from the Ming Dynasty? He didn't understand why this bad boy suddenly became tall, big, and full.

When Zhang Ping'an saw Sun Chengzong's expression, he was secretly happy. He still considered the problem from his own perspective. He taught Lu Xiangsheng's military to mainly cause trouble for the Jurchen Tartars. If the Ming Dynasty could consume the Jurchen troops in the war, it would only benefit him and not harm him.

Moreover, the Ming Dynasty could not learn the essence of the battle of the Pou Nu Army. The things he did in the Pou Nu Army could not be promoted in the Ming system. Without the support of the complete training system, intelligence system, logistics system, and military merit reward and punishment system, even if the Ming army learned it, it would be a sloppy duck.

"However, Jiandou, if you really think about the Ming Dynasty, you must be mentally prepared to endure hardships. I will give you two paths, the first one is the hardest, start with new recruits, learn regulations, learn training, and learn military theory. Finally, become the commander of the war soldiers and form an independent battalion. If you return to the Ming Dynasty in the future, you can easily organize the troops. The second path will be much more leisurely, and you will follow me as a staff officer. Give you the title of deputy chief of staff. Of course, you can learn a lot!"

"Choose the first path!" Sun Chengzong and Lu Xiangsheng actually said in unison. Seeing that Lu Xiangsheng was determined, Zhang Ping'an began to provoke him.

"Hehehe, just talking about not practicing fake styles, the old man knows that I am a pragmatic person. He hates the soft guy who gave up halfway! What he will lose is the face of the entire Donglin Party."

Lu Xiangsheng obviously knew that Zhang Ping'an was aggressive, but he thought that Zhang Ping'an was right. If he didn't persevere after he agreed, it would not only be embarrassing, but also no longer be valued by the boss Donglin from now on. So he nodded firmly, indicating that he would persist.

"Okay! One of the conditions for my Slave Army to become a warrior is to kill the Tartars! Jian Dou, do you dare?"

Before Lu Xiangsheng could speak, Sun Chengzong asked first: "Ping An! Have you ever killed the Tartars?"

When Zhang Ping'an heard the old fox ask him this, his expression immediately became excited.

"I usually don't kill the Mongolian Tartars with my own hands, because killing the Mongolian Tartars has no sense of accomplishment! Hehehehe, if I catch the old slave, I promise to kill him for three days and still cannot be taken to death!"

"Just blow it!" Sun Chengzong looked unbelievable and turned his lips down.

"You guys don't believe it. The first time I killed someone, I killed five Jurchen Tartars alone. Two of them were the Jurchen white armored soldiers. The commander of the seven main war soldiers under my command was Rudeyin, who led a child, and killed nineteen Jurchen Tartars. The other commanders were rescued by me who led the troops to kill the Mongolian Tartars. I have all saved them."

Zhang Ping'an could have been able to brag, and he added fuel to his achievements against the Jurchens and Mongolians, greatly satisfying his vanity.

If it weren't for seeing Zhang Ping'an fight with his own eyes, Sun Chengzong would definitely not believe it. Therefore, when Zhang Ping'an brags, Sun Chengzong nods from time to time and expresses his recognition of the little fox's record.

"This is how it is, Jian Dou! Don't kill too much, just let you kill three Tartars. Even if you pass!"

Lu Xiangsheng pressed Zhang Ping'an step by step and did not speak. Although his face was a little scared, he soon nodded firmly and agreed to Zhang Ping'an's order to kill the Tartars.

Sun Chengzong suddenly became a little confused. He asked Zhang Ping'an: "You want to kill prisoners?"

When Zhang Ping'an heard this, he smiled: "Give you six hundred prisoners, and you will be a kundu Khan! Let the supervisor offer a mission to the court! When the emperor goes to Taimiao to celebrate the victory, he will be very proud!"

"Zhang Ping'an! How can you not be trustworthy? In front of me, you clearly agreed to Kundu Khan to leave. Now you go back on your word! What do you want to do?" Sun Chengzong was furious. He was so angry that his beard was trembling with anger at Zhang Ping'an's words.

"My handwritten warrant to Kunduhan clearly states: I guarantee that he and his thousand tribes will evacuate the battlefield safely. I did it! They left the battlefield unscathed. If the supervisor wants to protect the lives of these thousand people, peace will definitely give the supervisor a face! If someone in the court asks about this matter, the old man will push me! I will fight next year, and this time I will not add auxiliary mutiny soldiers. Who will supplement me with the soldiers?"

What Zhang Ping'an said was: He just played a word game and ensured their safety when evacuating the battlefield. He did this. After leaving the battlefield, he would do whatever he should do.

Sun Chengzong heard something else from the bad boy's words. Zhang Ping'an wanted to turn the auxiliary soldiers into war soldiers this time, and he seemed to want to kill more prisoners of war. He could not control the Defu Army at all, so he could only sigh at this moment.

"But you even made a poisonous oath in front of everyone!"

"Hehe, how could the Mongol god Changshengtian manage the gods of the Ming Dynasty? The eighteenth level of hell seem to be the gods of the Ming Dynasty. At that time, the gods on both sides fight and whether to go to hell will definitely have to argue for a long time. The most likely result is that in order to ensure the face of the gods of the Ming Dynasty, I will be ranked in the immortal class!"

Sun Chengzong felt helpless about this shameless person who didn't even respect the gods. So he shifted the focus to the captives.

"How many prisoners are you going to kill?"

"This time, there are not many Mongolian Tartars captured. Five thousand prisoners have already been built and transferred to the operation site. This time, Batong sent more than 600,000 jin of sulfur and other large amounts of material. Another 15,000 prisoners must work! I have to leave the Tartars who offer prisoners to the supervisor!"

When Sun Chengzong saw that the bad boy had said this, he had lost the following text and guessed the future fate of more than 20,000 prisoners. Since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, no prisoners have been executed on such a large scale.
Chapter completed!