"Magnetic Hours."

After everyone left, Li Zicheng stopped Liu Fangliang alone.

Liu Fangliang, who was about to leave, paused when he heard this, clenched and loosened his fists, and finally turned around.

"Your Majesty knows how powerful the Qing Dog Cavalry is. Tonight I will lead the fine cavalry to rob the camp and start a fight. I can't take care of King Chuang!"

Li Zicheng looked at the backs of Liu Zongmin and others outside the hall. Their sneers and discussions just now still echoed in the lobby of the General Military Mansion.

"How many people do you want?"

"A Thousand Old Camp Elite Cavalry."

Liu Fangliang replied angrily, but the anger in her heart was not less.

This camp robbery was a close call, and having to bring such a dragster made it even worse. Now I'm afraid even I won't be able to escape unscathed.

"I will give you fifteen hundred elite knights from the old camp."

"The weapons and baggage in the pass, guns, artillery and armor, whatever you like, you can choose!"

Li Zicheng's change of attitude surprised Liu Fangliang.

The old soldiers were the basis for Li Zicheng's survival. They were said to be extremely vicious old bandits by the Ming and Qing armies. They were composed of veterans who had fought for many years and were extremely precious.

Because they have the best equipment and the most pay, they are loyal.

It was precisely with the help of these old battalions who had followed him to fight for many years that Li Zicheng was able to defeat them repeatedly. In the blink of an eye, he could respond to hundreds of people and millions of people.

Li Zicheng's style has always been that he would rather abandon 10,000 refugees than give up an old camp. Shanhaiguan was defeated and the Dashun old camp suffered heavy damage. This non-renewable resource is even more precious.

It can be seen that this time, he really wants to keep Li Zijing.

The combat effectiveness of the Laoying Jingqi is comparable to that of the Manchurian Guards, not ordinary soldiers. With an extra 500 men, they are more useful than 10,000 refugees.

Li Zicheng paced back and forth for a few steps, his eyes deep.

"The war in Tongguan is tense now, and Mizhi's hometown may not be safe."

"We will rob the camp tonight and we must bring Zijing back alive. This is the only brother I have left."

A brief conversation showed that Li Zicheng was not optimistic about this night attack.

Liu Fangliang couldn't continue to shirk because he always wanted to give Emperor Yongchang face, so he had to clasp his fists and shout.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Watching Liu Fangliang leave, Li Zicheng sighed heavily.

Outside the General Military Mansion, dark clouds were gathering.

The discussion took no more than a stick of incense, and the night became darker.

"General Liu."

Li Zijing stepped into the Shenhan hangar and saw the burly Liu Fangliang at a glance.

This is the armory where the Tongguan Ming Army originally stored firearms, swords, guns and armor. Liu Fangliang is replacing the original cloth armor with cotton armor.

For night attack operations, the main purpose is to be light and difficult to make noise, and the frontier army's cotton armor is more suitable.

Liu Fangliang said casually without stopping his hand movements.

"What's the matter?"

Li Zijing smiled and expressed respect.

"Have General Liu ever heard of the Fire Dragon Book?"

Liu Fangliang's tone was cold, as if he was rejecting people thousands of miles away.

"Never heard of it."

Li Zijing also knew that although Liu Fangliang had openly agreed not to make direct raids due to pressure from Li Zicheng, Liu Fangliang still had the final say on how to attack.

If he had to rush over with people to see him off like he did in history, then Li Zijing would really not be able to stop him.

Do your best and obey destiny!

Li Zijing collected his thoughts and said calmly.

"The Fire Dragon Divine Book is the military manual of the Ming army. It specifically records two sacred weapons for hijacking camps, the Flying Cloud Thunder Cannon and the Sky-Burning Fierce Unstoppable Cannon."

"I read in the book that Qi Jiguang used these two types of firearms to rob camps many times, without fail. I thought there must be something powerful about it. Our army had better bring some firearms with them when they robbed camps."

Liu Fangliang in history was an extremely loyal man. After Li Zicheng died in Jiugong Mountain, he raised the Lianming banner and resolutely resisted the Qing Dynasty until his death in battle.

Li Zijing felt that as long as he said it properly, he would still follow the advice.

Liu Fangliang had already put on a complete set of cotton armor and a layer of black arrow jacket.

He then narrowed his eyes and looked Li Zijing up and down, but his face soon showed a half-smile expression.

"When did you become literate?"

Li Zijing was suddenly startled. He suddenly realized that the original Mizhi farmer in history was actually illiterate. He quickly calmed down and tried to appear normal.

"General Liu thinks what am I doing when I'm not participating in the war?"

Liu Fangliang was stunned for a moment after being asked the rhetorical question. After thinking about it, he thought it was right.
Chapter completed!