Today, the General Staff of the Po Slave Army was crowded with people, and the leaders of various departments, Premier Chen and Vice Premier Long from the Civil General Office were all present.

The baby coach Zhang Ping'an seemed absent-minded, his eyes were always a little wandering, and he picked up the milk tea bowl and let him sit for a long time. Fortunately, the people who came to the meeting today were used to his actions. No one dared to disturb his thinking.

After a while, Zhang Ping'an smiled bitterly, sighed deeply, and said to everyone: "Let's just order it today!"

So everyone understood that the general could not call him, so they called him the boss instead. Even President Li Shan and President Jia, who attended the meeting, knew this.

Zhang Ping'an coughed lightly, and the venue immediately became quiet. Zhang Ping'an stood up, picked up the long teaching stick and pointed at the sketch on the wall of the General Staff's Office's meeting hall, and said to everyone: "During the time I left, except for the farmers and the craftsmen of the Possess Army, everyone else must participate in the construction of the city. No need to build it well at one time, at least lay the foundation well. Women must also contribute to the construction of the city! Mr. Chen, Long Xiucai. We must arrange all matters! Do you have any good suggestions on building the city!"

Chen Poe stood up and interrupted: "Boss! I think the southwest Pingrong City will be built first to build Rongcheng in the west, and there will be no hurry to build Rongcheng. Otherwise, it will be too difficult to build two cities at once!"

Zhang Ping'an pondered for a moment, nodded, and agreed to Chen Pie's suggestions.

Then Zhang Li stood up and pointed to the map to make a comment: "Boss, I have an idea, can we move the people into Ponu City during the war? In this way, the projects we build will be much smaller. As long as we ensure that Ponu City is well built, the other cities will only build military camps. After this year's end, then build cities based on military camps. In this way, before winter this year, the main projects of each city will be easily completed!"

When Zhang Ping'an heard this, he felt a little unbelievable. He said this from the mouth of a warrior commander. When Zhang Li finished speaking, Zhang Ping'an gave a thumbs up and praised: "Brother Li said this great kindness! Good! Good! Just do what Zhang Li said! We will do our best to build the Ponu City, and we must build the foundation of Ponu City in mid-October."

Zhang Ping'an then asked Chen Liang: "Mr. Chen, how are the items you bought for trading in the Ming Dynasty?"

Chen Liang got up, took out a small book from his arms, and took a few glances: "There are more than 60,000 kneaded sheepskin, five thousand pairs of leather boots, fifty thousand pieces of cows made with nitrogen, ten thousand pieces of horse skin, seven thousand pieces of marten skin, five thousand pieces of fox skin, and twenty thousand pieces of other animal skins; wild ginseng is divided according to the quality, one thousand pounds of high-quality 1,000 pounds of high-quality 7,400 pounds of east beads; five hundred pairs of glasses; one hundred carts of cattle, horse, and deer tendons made with bowstrings; fifty carts of high-quality alkaline noodles. The wood for the emperor was loaded with 200 carts of wood; more than three hundred carts of wood for other powerful people. Five thousand horses, five thousand cattle, and twenty thousand sheep."

"Very good! But I won't bring the cows and sheep, so I asked Duoyan's troops to prepare. I used Duoyan's 1,000 men and 3,000 women and children to exchange. Duoyan still had five hundred good horses left. This time, I asked them to go to Ningyuan to wait for us, and at the same time, I asked them to prepare an additional 1,000 horses and 20,000 sheep." After Zhang Ping'an said that, he signaled Chen Liang to sit down.

Zhang Ping'an picked up the tea bowl, took a sip, and said casually: "I will not leave for more than two months this time. Everyone will do their own responsibilities according to the previous arrangements. I am going to train the signal soldiers on the way to go. After I come back, I plan to equip the signal soldiers of each department for you! In this way, there will be more ways to send orders in the next battle. At home, the commander of each department should take the staff of each department carefully to inspect the terrain of his defense zone. I asked Gu Xin to take the staff of the headquarters to go to the various departments for assessment, and I hope everyone can cooperate with his work."

Seeing the old brothers who were left behind, Zhang Ping'an waved his hand: "What else do you don't understand and say it now!"

Hu Ming stood up and pointed to the map: "Boss! The few mines I manage have died a lot of prisoners recently. Do you think you will reduce some production indicators?"

"No! Even if all these Tartars are dead, the quantification must be completed! We don't have time to worry about the life and death of these Tartar prisoners. If we don't prepare before winter, we will be the one who suffers the greatest losses at that time!" Zhang Ping'an answered domineeringly.

Long Tao saw Hu Ming sitting down, so he stood up and pointed to the north of the map: "Boss! I have an idea, can the fort in the north be built slowly and concentrate on building Ponu City. After all, during the war, all the people were Ponu City. We took all the tasks and each took responsibility. I think before the boss comes back, the foundation of Ponu City will definitely be built."

"Good! Mr. Chen is always in charge of the south and east sides at the same time! Long Xiucai is responsible for the north and west sides. After the meeting, you can divide the people. Just report the specific plan to me at the end!"

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In July of the second year of Tianqi, there was panic outside Ningyuan City. The Jurchen scouts appeared on the east side of Ningyuan fifty miles. A large number of refugee people flocked to the various gates of Ningyuan. However, the gates of Ningyuan east, west and north had already been closed, leaving only the south gate half open. Under the martial law of the soldiers, the fleeing people were slowly placed in.

The Liaodong ruler Sun Chengzong, wearing golden armor, led a group of civil and military officials, stood on the Ningyuan East Gate Tower, looking east with a blue face. Although he thought it might be that the Possess Army had arrived, the scouts of only a few Jurchens made his subordinates frightened.

The people who received the notice knew that the south gate had not been closed yet, cried and ran towards the south. However, many women and children were unable to move and gradually landed behind. At this time, two Jurchen scouts troops with different banners came from the east, including three hundred people. They were all one man and three horses, and quickly ran towards Ningyuan fast horses.

The Jurchen scouts troops saw the people outside the city like hungry wolves who heard blood. They faced west and north respectively.

When the backward people were about to despair, a rumbling sound of a ox horn in the distance made the Jurchen scouts who were about to do a big fuss and stalked the reins of the horse and looked uneasily towards the northeast.

About a moment later, several black shadows riding horses appeared in the distance. They were wearing black tight armor and silver skeleton masks, riding three horses, just like the devil released from hell.

The people saw clearly that this was a strong cavalry team composed of fifteen people. Although their number was much smaller than that of the Jurchens, they were very firmly intervened between the people and the Jurchen scouts. They stood silently behind the people, lined up in thin first-line formations towards more than 300 Jurchen scouts.

These black-armored soldiers, under the command of the three-inch silver wolf-headed sign on the chest, held a three-meter iron spear in their left hand, clamped their armpits with a five-foot saber from the saddle with their right hand, looked right, staring at the seven-foot black "Boru Slave" Chinese Army Flag, waiting for his next command.

The two leaders of the Jurchen scouts were a little hesitant at this time. They recognized the other party's identity from the other party's calm lineup and military flag.

The Ming army on Ningyuan City and the Jurchen scouts under the city were all silent in front of the thin army of the Po Nu Army. They all wanted to know what these dozen Po Nu Army wanted to do.

However, the sound of horse hooves coming from afar made the Jurchens retreat. However, their retreat had been cut off, and more than 3,000 black-armored cavalry each surrounded them four or five miles away.

These black-armored cavalry, the same silver skull mask, narrowed the encirclement slowly like a cat playing with a mouse.

With two crisp sounds of swan horns, the first scout team of the Po Slave Army to protect the people began to slowly evacuate south with the people. A cavalry unit of 3,000 people quickly added to their positions. At the same time, they set up crossbow arrows on the horse and prepared to shoot at the Jurchen scout troops.

Seeing this scene, the Jurchen scouts turned their horses and rushed to the southeast. A cavalry unit of more than 1,000 people from the Po Nu Army was waiting two miles ahead of them.

The leader of the Jurchen scout army, the inlaid blue flag Niuluezhenlierha, was a veteran of a long battle formation. When he saw this posture, he immediately understood the plan of the Pou Nu Army. He was waiting for them to fall into the trap! He also saw that there were more Pou Nu Army cavalry vaguely in the distance.
Chapter completed!