"Oboi actually agreed?" The emperors at the other three gates looked at the Chongzhen Emperor, Zhu Youjian, and the other two in surprise. They had already planned to attack Beijing, and now they could decide this through eight rounds of battles. They were all very satisfied.
The Chongzhen Emperor nodded slightly and said, "The Eight Banners Armies are the Yellow Banners, White Banners, Red Banners, Blue Banners, Bordered Yellow Banners, Bordered White Banners, Bordered Red Banners, and Bordered Blue Banners. White, Yellow, and Bordered Yellow are the top three banners, and belong to my personal army. The other five banners are the bottom five banners. How should we decide the winner?"
"Hahaha???? Needless to say, I have General Yue Pengju. We will start the first round. When the Yue Army is defeated, you guys can be substitutes. " Song Gaozong, Zhao Gou, laughed out loud. With thirty thousand Yue Clan soldiers taking turns to attack, they would definitely be able to destroy these Eight Banners Army.
The Qing army's "glorious deeds" were no less than the Meng Yuan Empire's. The Ten Days of Yang-Zhou, the Three Massacres of Jia-Ding, added up to no less than a hundred times.
The Eight Banners Army was definitely the main force. Thinking of the Merit Light Wheel floating above Guo Jing's head, Zhao Gou's face burned with passion.
Although this was the Eight Banners Army, and not him personally, it was still his army. The Heavenly Merit they received was probably no less than Guo Jing, who had guarded Xiangyang City for decades.
"Zhao Gou, are you f * cking awake?" The Chongzhen Emperor, Zhu Youjian, said angrily. Originally, he could have agreed with Oboi that the Eight Banners Army and the same number of troops would decide the winner in one battle. However, he chose to split it into eight rounds. This was because the Chongzhen Emperor's men could totally fight against a Qing army.
Each of the Eight Banners Army had between twenty to thirty thousand men. Years ago, when nine thousand Guanning Iron Horsemen were guarding Shuntian Prefecture, the Qing army surrounded the last gate of Shuntian Prefecture, Zunhua. Huang Taiji led tens of thousands of Iron Horsemen into Shuntian Prefecture. Seeing the scene of the Song Dynasty and Hui Emperor being captured by the Jin army was about to happen, Yuan Chonghuan led nine thousand Guanning Iron Horsemen and galloped for hundreds of miles. By the time they reached the city of Beijing, they were already exhausted, some soldiers were so tired that they couldn't even lift up their sabers.
On one side was Huang Taiji's Eight Banners Army, which consisted of tens of thousands of soldiers and sufficient provisions. On the other side was Yuan Chonghuan and his exhausted army, the Guanning Iron Cavalry, which only numbered nine thousand!
Unexpectedly these nine thousand iron cavalry took the lead in launching an attack on the Qing army. Nine thousand cavalry, each one of them had a three-eyed gun in his hand, the concentrated rain of bullets swept fiercely toward the Eight Banners Army. The Qing army was caught off guard, their troops were immediately scattered in disorder.
After eight hours of intense battle, the Eight Banners Army was defeated by the nine thousand exhausted soldiers. Now, the ten thousand energetic Guanning Iron Cavalry, along with the twenty thousand Imperial Guards, fought against the less than thirty thousand Eight Banners Army. It was practically a piece of cake for them to win.
"Zhao Gou, do you think you are worthy of eating alone?" The Zheng De Emperor, Zhu Houzhao, looked at Gaozong of Song and Zhao Gou with a cold expression. This was not attacking the city gate, there had to be a bloody battle. Who knew if they would be killing normal soldiers or the Eight Banners Army?
Now, they were directly fighting against the Eight Banners Army. Killing one Eight Banners Army was worth Heavenly Merit Points. Although twenty thousand Eight Banners Army soldiers were not a lot, it was at least twenty thousand Merit Points. He could also get at least two thousand Merit Points.
"Zhao Gou, you better have some self-awareness." The one who spoke was Zhao Huan of Song. Yue Fei had already attacked the Yellow Dragon in the past. Although he might not have been able to destroy the Jin Kingdom, he definitely could have won a great victory to redeem himself and Emperor Huizong. The Zhao Gou of Song in front of him had actually sent out thirteen golden tokens to summon the Yue Clan Army back.
Zhao Huan of Song would not give Zhao Gou any face at all.
"Zhao Gou,?????"
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Seeing that the public was about to be angered, Gaozong of Song's weak personality exploded again. "I was just joking, just joking. Each country will fight against one Banners Army."
Hearing this, everyone's expression relaxed.
"We have already decided how we will fight. How will we decide who will win?" Zhu Qizhen of Ming Ying Sect asked.
Hearing this, everyone frowned. Zhao Gou of Song looked at Zhu Qizhen of Ming Ying Sect with a grateful look. Zhu Qizhen of Ming Ying Sect smiled, but his heart was slightly relieved. The Yue Clan Army under Gaozong of Song's command numbered thirty thousand. It was impossible for all of them to join the battle, but Ming Ying Sect had decided to borrow some of them.
"We will draw lots to decide the order. At the end of the battle, the route with the least casualties will get the most credit." Zhao Guangyi of Song lowered his head and thought for a while before speaking. The Yang Clan Army and the two hundred thousand Imperial Guards would be the best among the best. This method was the most beneficial to him.
"I agree!" The Chongzhen Emperor was the first to agree.
"I also agree." Zhao Gou of Song nodded.
"I also agree." Zhao Ji of Song Huizong said.
"I also agree." Zhu Houzhao of Ming De Emperor said.
Seeing that the number of people had exceeded half, the other emperors could only nod helplessly. Once the number of people exceeded half, it would not be good for the emperors to object.
"We will draw lots now." Zhao Guangyi smiled. Everyone agreed to his suggestion. This meant that he had some prestige. Naturally, Zhao Guangyi was in a good mood. The military staff in the commander's tent had already prepared the paper for the drawing of lots. Under everyone's nervous gazes, Zhou Yang received the paper box for the drawing of lots.
"Let's begin!" Looking at the paper that looked almost the same, Zhou Yang said softly.
The emperors all stepped forward to draw lots.
"Hahaha???? My luck is really off the charts. I can't believe I'm the first one. " Zhao Ji of Song Huizong looked proud. He picked up the paper in his hand like a big white goose, valiant and spirited. He gestured for everyone to take a look.
"Hmph!"
The emperors all snorted softly. Hearing that, Zhao Ji of Song Huizong was even more excited. The angrier the crowd was, the more it showed his good luck.
"I'll go prepare first."
Song Huizong strode out of the marshal's tent. The other emperors also left one after another to prepare for the war. Zhou Yang, on the other hand, returned to iPartment. Under Hu Yifei and the others' astonished gazes, he quickly walked out of the apartment with a camera.
"Do you know when Zhou Yang returned to the apartment?" Hu Yifei was confused. Didn't he go out with Zeng Xiaoxian?
Everyone shook their heads.
After returning to the marshal's tent, Zhou Yang directly placed the bamboo dragonfly on his head and flew over the north gate. Naturally, the camera was not recording the battle between the two sides, but the appearance of the army before the battle. As long as the faces were not clearly shown, the video could be dubbed by Zeng Xiaoxian. It would be the best video of the special forces in ancient China.
Zhou Yang could not help but praise his idea. However, Zhou Yang still decided to fly to the east gate to see how Zhao Ji of Song Huizong had assembled the army.
"Song Jiang, quickly gather all the people of Liangshan for me. Gather 30,000 of the most elite troops for me." From afar, he could hear the voice of Song Huizong, Zhao Ji. Standing across from him was a short, dark-skinned man with a respectful expression on his face.
In about the time it took for an incense stick to burn, Song Jiang had finished selecting the commanders of the 30,000 elite troops. Although 800,000 troops was a lot, it was useless. He could only take 30,000 of the less than 100,000 troops at the front. Looking at the burly soldiers, Song Huizong was very satisfied.
Zhou Yang turned on the camera and began filming the Liangshan army marching towards the north gate.
"The Righteous Red Flag will go first. Once we win, Yangzhou will be designated as the territory of the Righteous Red Flag," said Oboi to a fierce man beside him.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. The Eight Banners Army doesn't fear anyone with the same number," said the fierce man excitedly. Just thinking of the prosperous Yangzhou made his blood boil. It would soon become the ranch of the Righteous Red Flag.
The other Banner Lords also had looks of envy and excitement on their faces. Choosing Oboi to be His Majesty was indeed the right decision. They should be like the Great Plains, where everyone had their own farm. Imitating the Han system was really annoying.
The fierce man rushed down the city with the Righteous Red Flag, while Song Jiang led 30,000 elite troops to the north. The two armies faced each other from a distance.
Whether it was the soldiers or the generals, their eyes were all bloodshot. Before Zhao Gou had left, Song Huizong had promised Song Jiang that if he won, he would be promoted to a rank three general. The rest of the soldiers would be rewarded ten taels of silver for every enemy head they beheaded, which would be immediately distributed when they returned to the real world.
Boom!
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