I was a famous teacher in ancient times

The next day, Zhang Min's troops attacked again. Ziheng did not go to the battlefield. He stood on a high ground, and the binoculars could see the exhaustion of Zhang Min's soldiers and horses. They were trampled to death, and some soldiers cleverly hid in the pit to save their lives.

Ziheng put down the binoculars, the soldiers on both sides entered a period of exhaustion, some of Zhang Min's soldiers went crazy.

There were fewer explosions on the battlefield today, just as Ziheng guessed, there was not much gunpowder left in Zhang Min's hand.

After Han Chenhui returned to the barracks, he first changed out of the blood-stained armor, washed up briefly, and then went to Ziheng's tent.

Ziheng is drawing a picture, a picture is simple and easy to understand, and even soldiers who cannot read can understand it, and finally fill in the handwriting.

Han Chenhui didn't bother Ziheng, he was already extremely exhausted, and he was resting on the carpet without being too dirty. The tent was too quiet and suitable for sleeping, and soon Han Chenhui started snoring.

Ziheng moved his ears, and he handed over the painting to Jiao Huwei, and arranged for the officials in the barracks who would paint to follow the painting.

After the candles were lit in the camp tent, Han Chenhui woke up in a daze. He sat down and touched his waist for a moment to draw out the knife, but it was empty before Han Chenhui regained his senses.

Ziheng saw it clearly, he put down his paintbrush, "Did the general have a nightmare?"

Han Chenhui raised his forehead, "When I woke up, it wasn't my tent, so I reacted a little too aggressively."

Ziheng signaled the boy to serve the food, then got up to help General Han, "The general is too tired."

Han Chenhui's muscles were sore and tense, and he stretched vigorously to feel more comfortable. "In Shizi's tent, I actually slept for more than two hours. It seems that I trust Shizi very much!"

Ziheng poured a glass of warm water and handed it over, "I didn't expect it either, it's my honor."

Han Chenhui's stomach was growling a long time ago. Seeing the food served, he swallowed, "It turned out to be stewed chicken soup."

Ziheng, "I caught a lot of pheasants on the way here. You and General Ming need nutrition, so I didn't send the cauldron to the barracks. This is a small stove for the general to supplement."

Han Chenhui was already thin, and these days the winter fat was gone, and a lot of meat was added, "Then I won't be polite."

Ziheng eats well in Huizhou. He is not greedy for pheasant, but has a soft spot for wild vegetable dumplings. Wild vegetable dumplings are served with pickles. Ziheng can eat a big plate by himself.

Han Chenhui drank the soup with a grunt, and half of the pot of chicken soup went into his stomach.

After dinner, Ziheng mentioned what he saw on the battlefield today, "Zhang Min's generals have scruples and can instigate rebellion against the lowest-level soldiers."

Han Chenhui shook his head, "It's useless, the families of these soldiers are all in Nanzhou."

For Zhang Min's own safety, all he can bring with him are loyal soldiers.

Ziheng dipped his hands in water. He drew a picture of the composition of the soldiers. His fingertips passed over the elite and death squads at the front, and he clicked on the last soldiers. "These soldiers I want to instigate rebellion."

The soldiers in the front are the elite, and the soldiers in the rear are the logistics and auxiliary soldiers. To put it bluntly, they are the lowest-level labor force in the barracks. The equipment is old, and the dirty work is theirs.

These soldiers are in great demand, and many soldiers are formed temporarily. Thaksin is all soldiers brought by Zhang Min from Nanzhou.

Han Chenhui had the feeling of pushing away the clouds and mist. His attention was always on Zhang Min and his elite troops. He thought that Zhang Min's troops would collapse if he attacked the elite enemy soldiers. Now after listening to Shizi's analysis, he realized that he had ignored what.

Because Zhang Min wanted to clean up the spies in the barracks, the spies who were inserted in could not act rashly, but it was still possible to pass on some news about the soldiers.

Han Chenhui's mind is clear and his spirit is improved, "If his logistics is cut off, Zhang Min will definitely lose his footing."

Ziheng held a teacup to drink tea, met Han Chenhui's eyes, "We need time."

Whether it is digging a tunnel or cutting off Zhang Min's source of news, it is time-consuming.

Han Chenhui, "I'll call the generals to discuss."

As long as the strategy is successful, enough time will be won.

The strategy was discussed overnight, and then the spies sent back news that the soldiers in charge of food and grass were recruited from the northern states by Zhang Min's cronies, the soldiers who carried and cleaned the battlefield.

Because there have been soldiers fleeing, these soldiers have been guarded all the time, and they need response and timing to instigate a rebellion.

There has never been a better time when two armies are at war.

This day when the two armies were at war, the soldiers behind Zhang Min bravely attacked forward for the first time. Instead of their previous behavior of never showing their heads, more than [-]% of the soldiers behind rushed forward, causing a situation where all the soldiers were killed. feeling on top.

When the supervising general found out that something was wrong, the soldiers in the rear had already rushed to the front, shouting that no one would listen to the supervision anymore.

Suddenly the tone of the war drums of the Northern Expeditionary Army changed, and at the same time, the chess language also changed.

Zhang Min's rear soldiers received the signal, and their swords turned around, slashing at the nearest elite soldier.

At the same time, some spies who sneaked in took out the paintings in their arms and sprinkled them on the battlefield one by one.

The war drum changed its tune again. After avoiding the first wave of death squads, Han Chenhui led his troops to meet the soldiers who instigated rebellion. At the same time, the artillery bombarded them continuously.

When Zhang Min's generals wanted to stop him, it was already too late, and a large number of soldiers were taken away.

This is not the worst, many soldiers picked up the paintings on the battlefield, the patterns on the paintings are clear at a glance, to the effect that whoever will take Zhang Min's first rank will be promoted to a noble.

The generals wished they hadn't seen the handed-in paintings, as long as they had seen them, they would be suspicious, and the emperor would not trust them again.

In the evening, Han Chenhui finished counting the soldiers who instigated the rebellion. There were nearly 2 troops. Although these soldiers were at the bottom of the barracks, they knew everything about the barracks best.

It was rare for Han Chenhui to drink, "I can rest tomorrow."

Ziheng suggested, "These counterinsurgents should be dispersed and separated."

Who knows if there is Zhang Min in there, be careful sailing for ten thousand years, the critical moment, there is no harm in being careful.

Han Chenhui smiled, "I'm going to send these soldiers to Jeju and Jizhou."

Ziheng gave a thumbs up, "Very good."

Because of the strictest management of iron mines in Jizhou, there is no fear of people acting as monsters. As for Jeju, it is very suitable for fishing restless people.

Yang Xixuan didn't know that the eldest nephew not only boosted morale, but also suggested a lot of ideas. At this time, Yang Xixuan didn't have a moment to relax.

The nearby countries not only visited, but also wanted to establish friendship, especially the small countries in the north. They were really miserable. When Wang Huo was there, pirates often visited them. After Wang Huo finally died, Zhang Min sent troops to rob them.

The small country in the north brought a lot of specialty gifts. Yang Xi got a lot of medicinal materials for health. She kept some for later use, and gave most of them to Zhou Lin. In fact, Zhou Lin also got some, but not as much as Yang Xi.

Various countries sent expensive gifts, and Yang Xi and his wife also made a fortune.

In particular, Guan Yi was the most generous. Guan Yi thought he had a good relationship with Yang Xi and his wife, so he gave away a lot of rough jade this time.