He Zhonghu led the troops and governed the troops. His style was ancient, he had to personally attend to everything, just like an auntie taking care of her own children. Even though he was the Deputy Commander of the Cavalry, his eating and sleeping were no different from ordinary soldiers. Moreover, He Zhonghu did not have a wife or children, he only raised several lame old horses. This veteran general who had meritorious service throughout his life had made up his mind to live and die at the border. If it was based on military merit and seniority, Zhong Hongwu simply wouldn't be able to sit on the cavalry commander's position. It was just that He Zhonghu had never formed a faction, and always maintained a gentleman's friendship with Wei Tieshan and those old generals who had already withdrawn from the border. He also didn't like to rope in large numbers of young and strong generals to be his students and direct subordinates. He was the one who had been the deputy commander for the longest time in the Beiliang Army. He Zhonghu did not have a distinctive style in leading the army. He rarely seized a big victory. However, in the 30 years of military service, He Zhonghu had almost never suffered a crushing defeat. Li Maozhen, who was known for his experience and wisdom, used to be a subordinate of He Zhonghu. However, Li Maozhen was famous for his addiction to being an officer. He had followed He Zhonghu for many years and was often manipulated by Zhong Hongwu's henchmen. Li Maozhen left the border army and returned to Beiliang. He asked Xu Xiao for the position of Guerrilla General.
Chen Yunchui continued to fan the flames. He joked with Yuan Zuozong, "Commander Yuan, how can you bear this?"
Yuan Zuozong smiled, "It's hard to say who will win. It's not good for me to clamor for a one-on-one horse battle with Old General He. After all, you are old and weak."
He Zhonghu suddenly glared at him, "Yuan Zuozong, if you were 20 years younger, believe it or not, I could beat you down with one hand!"
Yan Wenluan, who looked thin and small, laughed, "Bullsh * t. Whether it's a horse battle or a foot battle, He Zhonghu can't beat Commander Yuan even if he has three heads and six arms."
He Zhonghu was the most respected person in the Beiliang army. Yan Wenluan, who had joined the army at the same time as He Zhonghu, did not refute after his identity was exposed.
Chu Lushan, who was about four hundred pounds of fat, did not ride a horse. He stood beside Hsu Fengnian's warhorse and said calmly, "Just now, we received a spy report that Great General Zhong Shentong and Gu Serongyao Prefectures appeared in the imperial court of the Southern Dynasty. It can be considered as a farewell for Huang Songpu, who resigned as the King of the Southern Courtyard. Moreover, the one who replaced the position was not Tuoba Bodhisattva or Murong Baoding as originally expected. It was also not Great General Liu Gui who was regarded as half a foster father by the Empress of Beimang. It was Dong Zhuo who liked to raise crows. Huang Songpu even announced publicly that Beimang was going to use all of its resources and send a million soldiers to Beiliang. Beimang did not deliberately hide this news. I'm sure that Emperor Zhao and Gu Jiantang will be overjoyed when they hear this. "
The deputy commander of the cavalry, Zhou Kang, laughed, "Dong Zhuo? Wasn't he defeated by you, Lord Protector General? "
Zhou Kang, who was the only one standing, rubbed his hands and laughed, "Back then, there was still a bit of luck involved."
Yan Wenluan thought for a while and laughed coldly, "The King of Beiliang's actions are not only because they value him, but also because they are wary of him."
Chu Lushan nodded and said slowly, "Little Fatty Dong has always been treated as half a son by that old woman. It would be more reassuring to hand over the military power of the Southern Dynasty to a young man like him who doesn't have a deep foundation. However, this fellow had an entire one hundred thousand elite personal guards who only knew the word 'Dong' but not 'Northern Mang'. Even an old woman would have to think twice before doing so. Dong Zhuo is a slippery person. If he doesn't take the lead as the King of the Southern Courtyard, once the war starts, with his temperament of not acting until he sees a rabbit, even if he is forced to take the field, he will definitely not put in any effort. When the time comes, both Liang Mang and Beimang will suffer heavy losses. In the end, the Dong Family will have the most soldiers. In this way, even if Dong Zhuo doesn't have any ambition, he will still have to be ambitious. "
Hsu Fengnian said, "I heard that Dong Zhuo has always regarded you as an irreconcilable enemy."
Dong Zhuo said cheerfully, "That little fatty thinks so, but Lu Qiu 'er doesn't think so of him."
Great Ancestor Gu, who was once the mainstay of the Southern Tang Empire, smiled knowingly, "If Dong Zhuo didn't become the King of the Southern Courtyard, I would have almost forgotten the amazing achievements of our Protector General."
Chu Lushan raised his fat arm and waved it gently. He pretended to be shy and said, "A real man doesn't talk about his past achievements."
Hsu Fengnian, who couldn't stand it anymore, raised his foot and gently kicked Chu Lushan's shoulder. He said, "The Iron Tablet Camp won, but there are only 21 cavalrymen left on horseback."
Everyone looked over. It was indeed so.
The 21 cavalrymen of the Iron Tablet Camp raised one arm at the same time and calmly accepted the thunderous cheers.
He Zhong suddenly laughed heartily. He looked at Yuan Zuozong, who was not far away. The latter's eyes were clear and he nodded to the old man.
Then He Zhong suddenly rode forward and shouted to those men, "Come, the old rules, take your wives!"
The excellent warhorses of the Xianli Ranch and the Kouer Ranch, under the leadership of the shepherds, slowly galloped out from the side of the battlefield where the dust had settled.
The 500 cavalrymen cheered and yelled. They dismounted and welcomed the new wives.
Some of the cavalrymen of the Iron Tablet Camp made a series of dizzying somersaults while galloping forward. Some of them were kicked on the buttocks by their comrades behind them and fell flat on their faces. The 500 cavalrymen were so happy and noisy.
Beiliang's horses had always been the wives of Beiliang's valiant soldiers.
Who would complain about having too many warhorses that were rarer than beautiful women?!
Hsu Fengnian looked at the 500 cavalrymen of the Ji Bei Camp. Everyone was holding their horses and standing in silence.
Hsu Fengnian squeezed the horse's belly and went out alone. He first went to the Iron Tablet Camp, who were busy selecting warhorses. He signaled them to not salute and let them continue to pick their "wives". He quietly waited for them to finish selecting. When everyone got on their horses, he looked at one of the cavalrymen who had "killed the enemy" the most. Hsu Fengnian took the new cold saber from his waist and threw it up high.
The young and burly cavalryman caught the cold saber. He was stunned at first. Then his face turned red and tears filled his eyes. He shouted and raised the saber up high.
Hsu Fengnian still rode forward. He came to the front of the Ji Bei Camp and dismounted. He led the horse forward and handed the reins to the leading cavalryman.
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