Seeing the departure of Marshal Zhang, the Guxin Dynasty battlefield looked at the battlefield. The Jurchen camp attacked the warships soared into the sky. He silently estimated that according to the previous Jurchen team speed, the opponent would not attack within two and a half hours. Seeing this, he also walked towards the study.

As soon as Gu Xin entered the door, Zhang Ping'an poured him a cup of green tea with his own hands. He looked at Gu Xin with helpless look: "You don't have to show me the signature copy of my order. Yesterday, Zhang Tong's subdivision lost a subdivision. Do you think I didn't see it? Don't be petty! I know you are for my own good, so I didn't expose it. Deyin is a honest person and cannot compare with Hu Ming, Li Chen and the others in terms of flexibility. I am very pleased this time. Brothers are not only good to me, but also sincere. Brothers, it's better not to have a next time."

Gu Xin knew that such a big thing could not be hidden from the shrewd Zhang Dashu. He also heard something else, that was the content of the meeting between Deyin and the others yesterday. Zhang Dashu had already known that night. He drank a sip of tea and pouted outside the window with his mouth: "The situation outside is quite scary."

"It's quite scary! This is also the last axe of the old slave. If he doesn't achieve his goal, it's time for us to do it." Zhang Ping'an did not deny the power of the Jurchens.

"Boss, what should we do? *Is it still useful?"

"Use it! Why don't you? Do as you say! I guess the old slave will attack for at most three days, and maybe he will fight at night. If he hasn't done anything to us for three days, hum...hum! It's time for us to fight back!" Zhang Ping'an's answer began to be full of domineering.

"Boss, I actually think so. Let's set the final end of the Jurchen attack in five days. In this way, everyone has a clear idea!"

Zhang Ping'an understood the meaning of Gu Xin's words. He said that the Jurchens would stop the army in five days and give the soldiers a hope, so as to achieve the goal of boosting morale. Zhang Ping'an did not agree with this: "No, your statement is not feasible now. I also want to tell them that the large-scale attack of Laozi can only last for two days. Give our soldiers hope, but people are afraid of no hope!"

"What if the Tartars are still attacking in two days?" Gu Xin asked back.

"You stupid kid! Just tell them to take the Tartars for another day." Zhang Ping'an looked at Gu Xin with a playful look.

"What about three days later?"

"I will tell them that if I take the lead for another day, I will send an offensive group to attack the Tartars!"

After listening to Zhang Ping'an's explanation, Gu Xin asked worriedly: "Boss, will we deceive the people below you like this have an impact on your reputation?"

"It's a big deal. When Cao Cao calmed the morale of the army, he even tried to quench his thirst! Our current method is to use wisdom like Cao Cao. Hey...hey...hey!" Zhang Ping'an smiled shamelessly.

"But boss, then Cao Cao is a treacherous minister who usurped the throne!" Gu Xin had a bad sense of Cao Cao, and his evaluation of Cao Cao was not high at all.

"What is a treacherous minister? That's because Cao Cao dared not usurp the throne, so he had no right to speak. If I had the right to speak, let Long Tao, a flatterer, write history. If he dared to write randomly, I would castrate him and ask him to continue writing. You know that Sima Qian wrote the record of the grandfather that has been passed down through the ages after he was castrated." Zhang Ping'an shamelessly exposed his ambitions.

Gu Xin had long known Zhang Dashu's ambitions. He also wanted Zhang Ping'an's ambition to become reality soon! Therefore, he adopted a supportive attitude towards Zhang Dashu's ambitions: "I knew that your boss is not a mortal! Anyway, I will follow him wherever the boss fights!"

But after listening to Gu Xin's flattery, Zhang Ping'an sighed: "Oh! Ideals are vast land, but reality is too skinny!"

"Boss, why do you have so many new words? What does skinny mean?"

"It's skinny... I'll just say that to you. You know what the grassland mirror looks like. There is a handful of bones all over the body. Except for the bones, all the skin is left, which makes people feel uncomfortable when touched, especially when you touch it at night. That is, the feeling of touching the bones, I call it skinny to such women. Just like the two mistresses in my family, it's wrong! My mistress has begun to grow flesh, and it shouldn't be disgusting next year."

When Zhang Ping'an jumped from the chair and started to talk nonsense and fantasize, Gu Xin was truly relieved. He deeply understood Zhang Dashuai's mentality, that is, when he was concerned, he often exuded his greatest potential in his heart.

At this time, the personal soldiers in charge of observation came hurriedly again: "Master General! Chief of Staff! The Tartars are about to attack!"

Zhang Ping'an, who was very talkative, said with displeasure: "Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! You didn't see that I was about to teach the Chief of Staff how to bridal chamber! How to fight, I have arranged everything. If the Tartars didn't hit the door, don't bother me!"

"Gu Xin, I heard from the National Government that your new wife was told to me. She said she was very slim, which means she was too thin. This is not possible! Long Tao is so damn, I will give us all the ribs that others don't want. When I finish the battle, I will find a fat woman for him. I will squeeze out the last drop of oil for him! Let everyone see what the woman who sends us ribs will end up with. If he dares not accept it, I will tie him to the bed and let the fat woman rape him! Ha... Ha... Ha!" Zhang Ping'an was plotting against Long Tao with a gaze, but from the corner of his eyes, he always paid attention to the expression of the personal soldiers of the commander.

When he saw the face of the soldier, he gradually returned to normal from the pale paleness when he first entered the door, and his terrified eyes had the vitality of hope. Zhang Ping'an waved his hand impatiently and drove away the soldier: "What should I do, what should I do! Don't bother me again if you have nothing to do!"

When the personal soldiers expressed his happy mood with solid steps of leaving, Zhang Ping'an sighed, got off the table, and sat back into the chair: "Damn it, this job is so tiring!"

"Boss, is this...is this useful?" Gu Xin of course knew Zhang Ping'an's intention to stabilize the morale of the army.

"What happened to the Ponu Army spread the fastest? Of course, it was the commander and chief of staff of the Ponu Army. When the Jurchens were about to attack, they did not discuss military information, but talked about the flower affairs of the Deputy Prime Minister of the Ponu City Civil. Don't worry, within half an hour, the Baishan command post will spread everywhere. Good things don't go out, and the Ponu Army will spread thousands of miles. This nothing happened between men and women on the battlefield will definitely inspire the morale of the army!"

Zhang Ping'an's guess was not wrong. When the personal soldier was full of excitement, he mysteriously spread the word that the commander and the chief of staff were preparing to find Long Tao's gossip about Fat Po after the war. Before the Jurchen attack began, three variants of the gossip about Long Tao appeared.

Even the two auxiliary positions at the foot of Baishan learned the latest gossip through the flag-speaking hands. As a result, the flag-speaking hands of the two auxiliary positions also had a fierce confrontation for the authenticity of the gossip.

When Hao Yidao told the news to Zhang Dashuai, Zhang Ping'an proudly raised his eyebrows at Gu Xin: "How is it? I can make up a gossip and make the old slave cry for three days!"

In response to this, Zhang Ping'an from Gu Xin Dynasty gave a thumbs up: "Boss, I'm convinced you!"

"But, boss! Are you not afraid of Long Tao or Sister Zhao making trouble for you?"

"Long Tao, he doesn't have the courage, and I'm not afraid of the eldest sister of the Zhao family! As long as I defeat the siege of the two armies, who dares to make trouble for me!"

Gu Xin highly recognized the leak of Marshal Zhang's domineering aura. Just when they were talking very well, the war drums of the Jurchen coalition attack broke the tranquility of the study.

Zhang Ping'an couldn't help but sigh again: "What should be come, it will come after all. Since we can't escape, let's face it calmly. If we don't kill the old slave, I will not be a human being!"

After saying that, Zhang Ping'an put on the armor and put on his helmet. He came to the platform again with a thrill of spirit. When the personal soldiers on the platform looked at him with gossip, Zhang Ping'an was very angry: "What are you looking at? Go back to your respective positions. Don't make me angry. When you marry a wife, I will strip your pants naked in front of your new wife. Let your little brothers never raise your head in front of your wife!"

As a result, it caused laughter on the platform, and with the flag language hand, he conveyed the latest instructions from Marshal Zhang to the two auxiliary positions. The laughter from the auxiliary positions added some noise to the sound of the war drums that shook the sky.

Zhang Ping'an sat cross-legged on the handsome chair and looked up at the sky first. The dark clouds as dark as ink were slowly pushed towards the Jurchen camp by the cold and biting northwest wind.

He looked back at the attacking formation of the Jurchen coalition. He was shocked again. He saw that the Jurchen offensive formation had new changes. In the direction of Dingnu City defending Zhang Li's troops, the formation was actually the female real yellow flag and some of the 30,000 cavalrymen from the Mongolian Korqin, divided into three 10,000 teams.

The Jurchen coalition's posture is very telling, that is, Nurhaci uses his most elite troops to monitor the defenders of Dingnu City and prevent the defenders of Dingnu City from supporting Baishan.

Gu Xin, who followed Zhang Ping'an to watch the battle, looked at the opponent's formation, and the whiter his face became. He clearly saw that the Jurchen coalition troops prepared for the first wave of attack had 35 thousand-man square formations. Aha, who cooperated with the first wave of attack, also had more than 10,000 people.

However, Gu Xin also knew that there were not too many troops that could really be invested in the Baishan battlefield. Because the Baishan battlefield could only accommodate attacking troops at one time. If there were too many troops, the enemy would be in chaos without the need to fight the slave army.

Gu Xin observed the movements of the Jurchen coalition, and watched him feel increasingly depressed. The cavalry formation that appeared on the south side of the battlefield was obviously to deal with Huang Wei and Xu Zhenmen in Zhennucheng.

If Huang Wei and the others dared to support Baishan from Dingnu, the 50,000 Mongolian cavalry would intercept them on the way to support. Even if the Pound Army had strong combat power, once they fought together, there would be 30,000 Jurchen Red Flag Cavalry behind the Mongolian cavalry, and they would take the opportunity to suppress them.

There are only two war barracks in Zhennucheng. In order to ensure the safety of Zhennucheng, only the team of Xuzhen’s troops can be dispatched at that time. Whether the 8,000 troops of Xuzhen’s troops can win is a problem.

Although the plan had been made before the war, that plan was the guess when the Jurchen coalition was expected to dispatch 30,000 cavalry. Now the enemy cavalry in this direction is twice as many as expected. What's more, there are 30,000 cavalrymen in the Jurchen Red Flag cavalry behind the Jurchen Red Flag cavalry. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!