The Young and Vigorous Eighth Prince

Li Yunzhuo and other generals curled their lips and looked at the Chu brothers with disdain, then glanced at Jiang Fan who had an indifferent expression. They wanted to see how Jiang Fan would end up.

The Chu brothers did not take the reactions of Li Yunzhuo and others to heart. It was hard to say who would be embarrassed later.

The two brothers explained the rules of the duel to Li Yunzhuo and others, and Li Yunzhuo and others expressed no objection to such rules.

Soon, they began to gather the troops to the open space outside the camp, and Li Yunzhuo repeated Jiang Fan's words to the army.

When they heard Jiang Fan say that he looked down on them and said that they were garbage in his eyes.

The soldiers were so angry that their teeth were itching. If Jiang Fan was not a prince, they would have rushed over to fight with Jiang Fan.

Seeing the angry soldiers, Jiang Fan walked up to the temporary platform. He looked at the army standing in line in front of him and curled the corners of his mouth.

The scale of the 50,000-strong army is really extraordinary. Just looking at the densely packed ranks, they cover an area of ​​​​nearby miles.

If it weren't for the giant copper speaker used for amplification, the sound might not be heard by the army.

He stretched out his hand to stop the noisy voices, and said coldly: "Everyone! Are you very dissatisfied? If you are dissatisfied, you can sign up to fight, and I will continue. But what I want to say is that your dignity is not given by others, but earned by yourself."

"I just inspected the military camp and saw low morale, confused eyes, and a lack of fighting spirit. With all of you like this, am I wrong to say that you are trash?"

"If you don't want me to call you trash, prove to me that you are good and passionate people who will not lose the reputation of the Yan army. Do you have the guts to prove it?"

Jiang Fan's tone was merciless, and every word pierced the heart. For a moment, the soldiers looked guilty and lowered their heads.

Yes, when they came, their morale was really low, they had no desire to fight at all, and the passion in their hearts had long gone.

There was no way. They were the garrison of the state and had never experienced any major wars. Even the small wars they had experienced were minor. But this time they were facing the Northern Mongolian cavalry.

Cavalry already has a huge advantage over infantry. For these Zhoufu soldiers, fighting against the Northern Mongolian cavalry is basically sending them to their deaths. Of course, they feel desperate at the thought of death.

There is no passion left. It is good enough that I did not become a deserter.

"So, am I wrong to say that you are trash?" Seeing the soldiers lowering their heads in shame but no one answering, Jiang Fan said coldly again.

As soon as these words were spoken, some of the soldiers who were already ashamed suddenly raised their heads with faces full of dissatisfaction and anger.

"Your Highness, we are not trash, we are the Yan Army, we are no worse than anyone else!" someone shouted.

Following his voice, other soldiers began to echo him, and each of them shouted with veins popping out of their foreheads and a look of unconvinced expression on their faces.

"Alright... since you say you are not trash, then fine... I will give you a chance to prove yourself. Two thousand versus three hundred. You choose yourselves. If you can defeat my three hundred men, I will personally apologize to you! Everyone, do you dare?"

"Why not? General Li, I'll sign up..."

“And me…” “And me!”

In the blink of an eye, the soldiers were aroused to fight and began to sign up enthusiastically.

When Li Yunzhuo saw this scene, he glanced at Jiang Fan indifferently and quickly began to organize people to select soldiers.

Although they looked down on Jiang Fan's 200 food supply soldiers and 100 private soldiers, in order to win beautifully, they decided to send out their strongest elite troops.

Anyway, if Jiang Fan lost, he would not have the face to say it was unfair. After all, he was the one who asked to pick the people, and he was the one who said to use 300 cannon fodder soldiers. Who can he blame for losing!

Soon, Li Yunzhuo selected two thousand elite soldiers and arranged the venue in the open space outside the camp. The 50,000 troops dispersed to the surroundings, leaving the middle space vacant.

The props used for fighting were prepared improvisationally. Fifty thousand soldiers made more than two thousand wooden props, which was a very fast process.

Although it is not as practical as when Jiang Fan dueled with Chu Yan'er, it is still barely usable.

However, compared to the Zhenyuan Military Training Ground, where you can hide your troops and use unusual strategies, this place is completely empty and there are no unusual troops to use. It all depends on the command of the generals. Let's have a head-on battle.

The troops of the state looked at the 300 white-robed grain soldiers and light cavalry private soldiers in the field with disdain, their eyes full of amusement.

Although Jiang Fan had a hundred cavalrymen, when facing two thousand people, the white-robed cavalrymen would be trapped and would have no chance to exert their power.

Their top priority will be to defeat the light cavalry. If they eliminate the light cavalry first, the remaining 200 food and grass soldiers will pose no threat.

Li Yunzhuo sent a strong general to lead the army, while Jiang Fan directly sent Chu Chengrui out.

As for how to fight, it all depends on Jiang Fan's flag signals.

Both parties quickly took their positions. Jiang Fan stood in front of the platform and looked coldly at the 2,000 Zhoufu troops opposite.

At this time, every member of Zhoufu Army was full of fighting spirit, their eyes were full of fighting intent, and there was a strong murderous aura. This momentum looked amazing.

The white-robed light cavalry and the grain and fodder troops, on the other hand, seemed very calm. After the battle at the Eighteen Villages of Lianyun, knowing their own strength, the grain and fodder troops all looked down upon themselves.

Everyone they saw looked like trash to them. Not only did Jiang Fan call the provincial soldiers in front of them trash, they also wanted to call him that.

It was after seeing the appearance of the Zhoufu Army that they thought of their past selves. At that time, they were truly trash. If it weren't for Jiang Fan, they would not have been reborn.

They knew that Jiang Fan was preparing to transform these garbage in front of them, so they decided to perform well and let these people see how powerful Jiang Fan was and how powerful they, the so-called cannon fodder army, were.

They are no longer cannon fodder now! They are a strong army!

The Zhoufu troops who were watching the battle nearby saw the calm expressions of the grain and grass troops and the white-robed cavalry, and a trace of contempt appeared on their faces.

These soldiers in white robes are just cannon fodder. They really want to see how Jiang Fan will deal with himself after the White Robe Army loses.

Just as all the provincial troops were waiting, two thousand selected provincial troops rushed towards the white robe army.

They split into two groups, with one thousand charging towards the light cavalry, and the rest charging straight towards the white-robed forage troops.

Seeing the densely packed Zhoufu troops rushing towards him, Jiang Fan waved the flag.

As the flags were waved, the white-robed cavalry moved, and the grain and fodder troops also moved.

The white-robed cavalry turned their horses and rushed to the rear, while the grain and forage troops rushed forward.

Seeing this scene, all the Zhoufu troops stood there in a daze, wondering what Jiang Fan was doing for a moment? Shouldn't the cavalry launch a charge?

The cavalry started to flee before the battle even started. Did they want to preserve their strength first? But did they not care about the lives of their fellow soldiers?

That's it, and you still have the nerve to call them rubbish.