In the thick fog in the early morning, the camp outside Ruyang City was as quiet as ever, and even the lights were no more than yesterday, and there was no sign of a war. In this tranquility, there was an undercurrent lurking. The officers wearing big red fat jackets were urging the sleeping captain one by one, and they lowered their voices and repeated: "Hold the whole team."

The awakened captains only recognized the star seal on the officer's shoulders, then turned over and stood up, put on their clothes quickly, then slapped the comrades beside them one by one, and repeated: "Hold the whole team!"

Since ancient times, in order to prevent the sound from making noises from the mouth of one soldier, one must hold a piece of wood of chopsticks. Although the Eastern Palace Guards Camp is strict, it cannot guarantee that every soldier will not have any surprises. Bites in his mouth can prevent unintentional exclamations and also relieve certain psychological pressure. For professional soldiers four hundred years later, night battles are all high-end, atmospheric and high-end military operations, not to mention in this era of popular "blind eyes".

Especially tonight, the sky was gloomy, and there was only a thick ink between the sky and the earth, with only scattered lights like ghost fires floating, which was the bright whistle where the camps on both sides were located. As for the road soldiers on the road halfway, they would never like things like light.

"Wake up! Wake up the fourth brother! Take the whole team!" The captain patted a thick black meat heavily, and his palms were slightly numb by the waves of flesh.

Liu Laosi kicked his legs, his head was still a little confused, and he held up his mouth and said, "Wake up!" Before he finished speaking, a cold wooden sign was stuffed into his mouth, which was a soldier's name hanging on his neck. In addition to the soldier's name, age, appearance, and number, there was also a "blood type" that had been rushing to carve on recently, as if it was a new thing that the doctor in the blue shirt made under the guidance of His Royal Highness the Prince.

Liu Laosi was shocked and finally remembered the meaning of the whole team of Zhimei. The emergency gathering in the camp was his weakness, but it was just because he was slow in his hands and feet and slept heavily. However, he was not worried about the whole team of Zhimei, because the standard for this assessment was "silent" rather than simply fast reaction.

——Is the training officer trying again?

Liu Laosi, holding the famous brand in his mouth, gradually adapted to the darkness before dawn. He glanced at his comrades around him and were all wearing clothes quietly. At this time, he saw the importance of the instructor repeatedly asking everyone to fold their clothes, which greatly avoided the situation of not being able to find the clothes.

He put on his clothes as fast as he could, but it still landed on the tail of the whole team. Those comrades who woke up later than him had already put on fat jackets and came out one by one, taking their own weapons from the weapon rack at the entrance of the camp. Liu Laosi soon discovered that this was not the idleness of the training officer, because the fire soldiers of our team had already come with a load.

In the baskets on both ends of the shoulder pole, Liu Laosi's equipment belongs to leather armor, mail and cotton armor from the inside out. There are only two people in the entire team who have such special service, namely rattan player and round shield player.

As a rattan player at the front of the queue, you must be strong and powerful. Use a square rattan card that is one person tall to protect your comrades behind you so that the spearmen can assassinate the spearmen and shield soldiers on the opposite side from the gap. Of course, I haven't heard of any bandits who use the Mandarin duck formation yet, so the opposite side is often directly spearmen or refugees holding wooden sticks - they simply use these poor people with life and death as a front pawn who storms the enemy formation, and do not care about their lives.

"Fourth Brother, I really have to go into battle this time!" The round shield hand of the same team was wearing a cotton coat and was not wearing armor.

In the field, rattan players and round shield players are human-like Great Walls, and they must be able to stand firmly and block them. Just like the heavy infantry in the Song Dynasty, they must also wear all over their bodies. The inner layer is a layer of cowhide light armor, and then a layer of chain mail made of fine iron. The chain mail can effectively defend against arrows and sharp pricks, but it is somewhat ineffective against machetes and blunt attacks, so they have to wear cotton armor on the outside.

The Ming army's cotton armor was decorated with iron plates inside. It was said to be cotton armor, but it was actually iron armor, used to defend against attacks from swords, axes, and even iron hammers. This cotton armor is soft on the outside and hard on the inside, has high defense, and is particularly warm, and is preferred by the Donglu and North Korea. On the contrary, there are not many people in the Qi family army who came from the south who like cotton armor. Generally, soldiers often only wear chain mail to fight.

In the Eastern Palace Guard Camp, except for the rattan player and the round shield player who were wearing triple armor, other soldiers also wore single mail or cotton armor according to climatic conditions. As for the fire soldiers in the team, they only wore one collar of leather armor.

Considering that the shield player has to charge forward and bear the initial sharp attack, the weight of the triple armor is really not light, so the fire soldiers usually march, and only when they have to face each other will be fully worn.

Liu Laosi stretched out his palm-sized palm fan's palm-shaped palm, picked up his bright helmet, gently stroked the tassels and color flags on the bright helmet, and whispered: "We eat meat and food, aren't we waiting for this day!"

"Yes!" The round shield player can be regarded as the deputy of the rattan player. Not only do they have to practice with the team, but they also have to practice separately. The relationship is very deep. The mandarin duck formation focuses on changes and mutual support. The two teams in the same team need to cooperate and understand tacitly, mainly on the two "city walls" in the front.

"Take the whole team!" A voice suppressing voice and anger interrupted the conversation between the two. It was the captain of our team.

Behind the captain, a pair of eyes scattered with cold light stared at Liu Laosi, who was a passing military judge.

Liu Laosi looked at the white-backed black "Xian" cloth hoop worn by Judge Jun's arm, and for no reason, he quickly put his famous brand into his mouth and stood in a good position. As soon as he stood there, the entire team had his own position, and soon formed a queue according to the requirements of the cāo dictionary.

The captain waited for the judge to leave, and stepped forward and kicked Liu Laosi hard, covered his mouth with one hand, and whispered: "Donkey egg guy! If you are willing to die, he will be willing to chop! If you dare to mess up the military discipline, be careful with your head!"

Liu Laosi lowered his head and just captain Ren cursed a few words. Speaking of which, although the captain was not polite to people, he didn't like the soldiers from a boatman. He always thought that miners were the best soldiers. However, when the training officer said that Liu Laosi was not suitable for being a rattan player, the captain finally spoke for a long time before pushing him from the fire soldier to the rattan player's position.

The rattan player should have one more egg every day than other soldiers, and the dry food is not limited to the amount, until he eats full. This is far more important than any other treatment for Liu Laosi, who is only eighteen years old. As the saying goes, "I will die of eating." Liu Laosi did not eat his fill for the first time until he became a rattan player. The first time he did not wake up hungry in the middle of the night. On this point, he was full of gratitude to the captain, and he would never resist if he beat or scolded.

The captain just cursed. He was just a sergeant, not an officer. If the judge heard it, he would be killed in the last battle. He looked up at the thick ink sky. Only the firelight in the distance could prove that he was not blind.

——How long will it take to wait?

The captain couldn't help but beat the drums in his heart. He had never conducted such a sneak attack drill before, which was really unsure.

Since it was a sneak attack, neither the light nor the snare drum could be used, how could the order be passed? The captain was puzzled. Although His Royal Highness of the Crown Prince was born in the world, do those officers who came from the stake know how to fight? This is different from private fights in the countryside!

"Take the rope and follow it." A low voice came from the front.

Before the captain could see the person's face clearly, his hand had been grabbed and pressed on a long hemp rope. He then realized that the man's towering back was originally carrying a rope roll, and was touching the side to the back, pulling out a "rope". With the guidance of the rope, the captain immediately let it go and asked vaguely: "Let's go now?"

"Shh, follow ahead." The man replied simply and continued to walk backwards.
Chapter completed!