Chen Zhong and Zhang Pan were both very drunk, and were carried back to their boat by the soldiers. Li Yuanqing, who was also seventy or eighty percent drunk, stood on the bow of the boat, quietly scanning the riverside at night.

As the old saying goes, 'How can everything in life be as perfect as one wishes?'

Li Yuanqing was not satisfied with the results of the Liaodong battle. It was not that Mao Wenlong disappointed him. More, it was Li Yuanqing's emotion about his own inferiority.

Among them, the most obvious one is mobility.

Even with the support of the fleet and even with preparations, it is still more difficult for the Ming army to take the initiative against the Jin army than to reach the sky.

If you want to change, the best and most direct way is to use the barbarians to control the barbarians. The Ming army must also be fully equipped with war horses, and they must be more sophisticated than the war horses of the Hou Jin Dynasty in order to ensure that they have the upper hand in the war.

machine.

However, given the inherent disadvantages, how difficult is it to achieve this?

The night is already quite deep.

The wind began to become more and more biting, whistling past my ears, mixed with patches of snow particles, which seemed to indicate that deep winter was coming.

But the drunkenness in his chest and belly made Li Yuanqing feel hot in his heart.

The road is long and far away, I will search up and down!

At this time, a familiar and well-behaved figure appeared next to Li Yuanqing, "Sir, it's late at night, you should go to bed early. Take care of yourself."

Li Yuanqing smiled and said, "Nian'er, I'm in good health. Go and let the kitchen cook some side dishes, and you can have a drink with me."

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Chapter completed!