"That's good." Liu Wenxiu nodded with relief.
"Then let's continue!" Li Dingguo began to explain the art of war to the two again: "Gain the advantage of the terrain and make good use of the people. Therefore, those who know how to fight will not be confused when they act and will not be exhausted when they make efforts."
All three of them were born as bandits, and all their experience was accumulated through actual combat.
Except for Li Dingguo who learned a lot of theoretical knowledge from Yuan Jixian, the other two did not know much about the theory.
Li Dingguo had nothing to do anyway, so he decided to pass on the knowledge he had learned to the two of them.
"What do you mean?" Gao Wengui asked with his eyes wide open.
"What this sentence means is..."
Before Li Dingguo could explain, hurried footsteps were heard outside.
Then the door curtain was raised, and the messenger appeared in the room: "Your Excellency, the news came from Yebushou that the enemy was found fifty miles north of Zhenjing Fort. They are marching very fast. According to the previous speed, they are now less than ten miles away from Zhenjing Fort.
"How many are there? What flags are they flying? How are they dressed?" Li Dingguo stood up and asked.
"The number is unknown, but it is estimated to be at least tens of thousands. Their vanguard troops are flying the flag of the Mongolian tribe and wearing the red cotton armor most commonly used by the Ming Dynasty's official army." The herald replied.
"This..." Liu Wenxiu and Gao Wengui showed confused expressions at the same time, and looked at Li Dingguo somewhat at a loss.
They were confused by the enemy's attire.
We don't know who the enemy is, nor how many there are.
All we know is that the other side is moving south quickly and approaching the border.
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