The heavy rain turned into light rain, drizzling. The two armies scouted in the wilderness, continued to fight on their whistle, and peered at the movements of the other army.

After inspecting the terrain, Zhao Ming returned to the camp, and it was time to have supper.

Outside the camp, several ships approached the sea south of the camp. Soldiers in straw raincoats took small boats to carry the goods on the boat ashore.

These were several Ming army supply ships, which were purchased from all over the Southeast Asian region by merchants and transported to Malacca, and then sent to the army to replenish the ships.

Although the Ming army's military supplies rely heavily on merchants, Zhao Ming was actually very strict in managing merchants.

Merchants are seeking profits, and capital carries blood from birth. If they are relaxed in management, then the greedy side of merchants and capital will develop uncontrollably.

Therefore, Zhao Ming always advocated strong government and supervision against the gentry and wealthy families, and even more so in terms of military supply.

At this time, the grain supply was transported to the shore, and the soldiers immediately loaded a cart, covered it with oil cloth, and pulled it into the camp.

The soldiers guarding the camp gate opened the camp gate, and the quarantine commanded the soldiers and welcomed supplies filled with vehicles.

The cart was loaded with grain, as well as cured meat, salted fish, beans used to sprout and supplement vitamins, as well as tea produced in Fujian.

When Zhao Ming returned to the camp, the food had already been prepared.

Although Zhao Ming advocated that officers and soldiers eat and live together without special treatment, the people below always wanted to give Zhao Ming some good food when they saw that the Regent was busy and worked hard.

When they entered the big tent, the head of the group had already arranged four dishes and one soup on the table.

"Yeah, there is braised pork!" Zhao Ming smiled all over his face. He could not eat fresh ingredients often. Most of the time, he was pickled meat and pickled vegetables.

Zhao Ming sat down and greeted several subordinates and said, "What are you doing while standing? Sit down and eat together."

Zhang Jiayu, Jin Shenghuan sat down, and the guards served them rice, and the few of them ate and talked.

Zhao Ming finished a large bowl of braised braised rice alone, stroked his belly with satisfaction, and said to the two: "If the rain stops tonight, send a few vassal soldiers to stand a few small woods on the battlefield."

Zhang Jiayu nodded. If it didn't rain, he would definitely stop Zhao Ming from making this decision, but after the rain, the woods were wet, so there was no need to worry about the enemy's setting fires.

Jin Shenghuan said: "Do you want to send a few cannons into the forest?"

Zhao Ming nodded, "Well! Don't have too many to avoid being taken away by the enemy."

The three of them were talking, and the curtain was lifted by the guards. Li Ponu entered the tent and said, "Register, the rain has stopped!"

Zhao Ming raised his eyebrows, stood up, walked out of the tent, and saw that the drizzle in the sky had stopped, so he immediately ordered with a serious face: "Except for night patrols and harassment missions, the other soldiers of the other departments will rest tonight, make meals for me at the fourth update, and leave the camp at the fifth update, and prepare for a decisive battle!"

"Here!" Jin Shenghuan and others also clasped their fists seriously.

The rain stopped, and the Zhou army camp was still in a mess.

Although Wu Sangui ordered the Tubang army to move to the highlands, all the tents and supplies were wet, which still made the Tubang army miserable.

On the side of the Ming army, they had already eaten hot rice, bacon and dried fish, but the fire had not even risen on the Tubang Bing side.

I was busy until dark and started eating at Tubang Military Camp.

The rice is also very simple. The soldiers picked leaves from the tree, made some brown rice with bran, and then poured some curry sauce.

At this time, the soldiers who had finished their meal were curled up in the camp in wet clothes, looking at the dark night sky with dull eyes.

"Unpardon! Stand up!" An angry shout sounded, followed by a whip, which scared the soldiers so much that they stood up and stared at the few people blankly.

The white nobles immediately scolded: "Your Majesty comes to inspect and cheer me up!"

The soldiers saw a group of generals surrounded Wu Sangui.

The Zhou army had 150,000 people, and the vast majority were local soldiers.

Although Wu Sangui had no intention of relying on them too much, mainly relying on Chinese soldiers, as well as British and French musketeers to defeat Zhao Ming, the large number of local soldiers forced Wu Sangui to pay certain attention.

At this time, the group of people entered the camp in the mud. Wu Sangui glanced at the standing soldiers and was quite satisfied, but when he glanced over, he always felt that the soldiers were not angry.

"These people will be concentrated on the left wing tomorrow. If you can, try not to use them. If you can, you will not be able to do so. To restrain Zhao Zamao's troops, it is more effective than sending them directly to the battlefield!" Wu Sangui turned his head and said to Hong Chengchou in a low voice.

"Don't worry, your Majesty, except for the Battle Elephant Team and the Sikh Army, the other local troops are only serving as auxiliary forces and will not be entrusted with important tasks!" Hong Chengchou said.

Wu Sangui nodded slightly, as if he felt much more at ease. At this time, the sky was getting darker. If it didn't rain tonight, tomorrow would be the day of the decisive battle.

"Prime Minister, do you think I can defeat Zhao Zamao this time?" Wu Sangui stopped, turned around and looked at the Ming army camp where torches had already lit up in the distance.

Hong Chengchou turned his head and looked at Wu Sangui, and smiled and said, "In this battle, Your Majesty will definitely defeat Zhao Zamao. Did Your Majesty forget his bold statement when he first entered India and ascended the throne as emperor? If you don't defeat Zhao Zamao, how can Your Majesty integrate India, go west to the Great Food, and create a foundation that you admire for all ages!"

Wu Sangui was excited when he heard the words, "Yes, if I don't defeat Zhao Zamao, I will just be a clown who will be put into the Qing Dynasty and then flee far away to India, and finally destroyed by Zhao Zamao. Only when I defeat Zhao Zamao can history books be a different scene!"

Hong Chengchou stood beside Wu Sangui, "As long as Your Majesty has the confidence to win, we will definitely win. After all, the military strength advantage is here!"

Wu Sangui nodded, "Go back to the camp! I'll see you tomorrow!"

As night fell, the camps of both military camps were shrouded in darkness. Only rockets occasionally shot by scouts from both sides illuminated the sky, leaving behind a afterimage and then returned to darkness.

Both the Zhou army and the Ming army sent scouts to harass and affect the rest of the soldiers in the other camp. The two sides fought for a long time. At the fourth day, each camp began to raise fires and cook before returning to the camp.

At the fifth day of the fifth day, the Ming army camp remembered the horn of getting up. The camp was completely awake. The advance team with tasks had already had breakfast and lined up to leave the camp. The remaining soldiers gathered in the camp in the wake-up numbers one after another.

The soldiers of the two armies woke up one after another, and the day of a decisive battle has come.

At this time, Wu Sangui, who had almost never slept all night, put on his armor made of pure gold with the help of the guards, and walked out of the camp with a cool red cloak.

The guards had already dressed neatly, pulled out the flag and brought the war horses.
Chapter completed!