First Minister of Ming Dynasty

"Soldiers, after ten years of farming, can you still fight to kill the enemy?"

Feng Guosheng, holding a saber in his hand, stood under the banner and questioned the soldiers present.

Opposite him are tens of thousands of the main force of the Ming army.

These people are generally not young, and the youngest is almost thirty years old. And due to the bitter cold in the northwest, the wind and sand hit. They have rough skin and an aging appearance. Several of them looked to be in their fifties.

But at this moment, the big guy has a straight back

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