The substitute prince: Reported the emperor's brother at the beginning

Chapter 209 The Bookboy Practices

He didn't believe that the more casualties, the more reinforcements there were. Two people exchanging for one Fang family soldier was enough to cripple the 30,000 Fang family soldiers here.

Not only was he frantically replenishing troops to the battlefield, but Duke Dingguo was also continuously replenishing troops.

Similarly, Duke Dingguo also did not believe that the well-trained and famous Fang family army of Dawu State could not defeat a group of miscellaneous Beijing troops.

The fighting lasted from morning to afternoon. After the troops in the rear of the Beijing camp had their meals, they were sent to the battlefields on both sides in batches.

Feng Zhong came running over anxiously: "Your Highness, we can't hold on head-on. We must send reinforcements."

The Imperial Guards camp in front was the main force of the Beijing Camp. The 10,000 Imperial Guards suffered heavy casualties when facing the continuous attack of more than 10,000 Fang family troops.

Of course, Fang’s army also suffered heavy casualties.

Feng Zhong didn't want to continue fighting like this. More than half of their imperial guards were killed or wounded here, and he had no way to explain to the old emperor.

Ning Yi didn't care: "Feng Jianjun, didn't you say that you are strong enough to face the Fang family army head-on?"

Feng Zhong's scarred face was filled with frustration, and he said in a veiled voice, "Your Highness, the Imperial Guards can indeed fight the Fang family army to the death, but you can't fail to provide support."

"Do you really want to cripple the entire Imperial Guard here? It would be difficult to explain to His Majesty then."

Ning Yi still looked at the entire battlefield quietly.

The more than 40,000 Beijing troops almost all took turns to go to the battlefield. After fighting for a while, they retreated to the rear military camp to rest.

The new troops were replenished and continued to fight hard, but as long as the Fang family army rushed into the military camp, they could not retreat and could only be replenished continuously.

Especially after noon, the Fang family army in front, who had only had one meal in the morning, was obviously exhausted.

"Your Highness." Seeing that Ning Yi ignored him, Feng Zhong had no choice but to shout a reminder.

Ning Yi seemed to have just come to his senses and said, "Feng Jianjun, just hold on tight. This prince will naturally support you in a moment."

Feng Zhong looked at him, bowed, turned around and left in his armor.

Qin Haifeng whispered beside him, "Your Highness, if the Imperial Guards suffer too many casualties, it will be difficult to explain to His Majesty."

Ning Yi smiled and said, "It's okay. Not only did the Imperial Guards suffer heavy casualties, but the Beijing Army was also overcrowded. This prince didn't just let the Imperial Guards fight alone, right?"

Qin Haifeng's mouth twitched. He didn't know what to say to this prince. He actually used a group of shabby Beijing troops to fool His Majesty.

As dusk approached, the fighting on the battlefield was still in full swing.

Even some of the Beijing troops were unstable, so Ning Yi had to send all the Beijing troops resting in the rear, as well as some miscellaneous soldiers transporting supplies, to reinforce them all at once. He had to stop the Fang family army's attack at all costs.

Ning Yi could also see that the Fang family army had been attacking for a whole day and was at the end of their rope. So he ordered, "Send the servant to the Royal Guards' position to practice."

"What? Bookboys?" Qin Haifeng seemed to have misheard. "Your Highness, you can't do that. They are all precious treasures with little combat experience. If you rashly join the battle, you will suffer heavy losses."

Ning Yi didn't care: "Only by participating in actual combat can one become a true elite."

"Schoolboys, you are not flowers raised in a greenhouse. You can't just watch the battle. Go."

Qin Haifeng thought about it and decided to give orders to the servant and go join the battle.

Here are the seventh batch of book boys, and also the eighth batch of book boys.

The seventh batch of servants participated in the final battle against the Dongfang family, and the eighth batch of servants had only been training for two months.

But under the devilish training, they have been transformed from the orphans they once were.

This group of high-spirited and energetic young men rushed towards the Royal Guards' camp with their weapons in hand, shouting with anticipation and excitement.

Feng Zhong was still commanding the battle at the front, constantly sending in the Imperial Guards to resist.

He was still looking forward to His Highness sending troops for support.

Although I also know that there are no elite troops on His Highness' side, the rest are just a group of old soldiers from the Beijing camp.

But even if they are miscellaneous soldiers from the Beijing camp, they are still soldiers after all. They should be sent here to offer some resistance and prevent the Imperial Guards from suffering too great a loss.

In just this whole day, more than 3,000 soldiers of the Imperial Guard were lying down. If the fighting continued, half of them would be killed.

But it was already half the day and it was almost dusk. Where were the reinforcements that His Highness had promised? Feng Zhong started cursing.

A subordinate anxiously reminded: "Commander, reinforcements have arrived."

Feng Zhong immediately turned around and saw a huge group of soldiers rushing towards him.

Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, he came closer and widened his eyes: "What the hell?"

"Aren't these little brats the same ones that His Highness is said to be training every day in the palace?"

Originally, many people were not optimistic about Ning Yi taking this group of little servants to the battlefield.

I feel that this prince is simply a joke, treating a group of young boys as guards as if it were a joke.

Feng Zhong didn't even take it seriously. In his opinion, these servants were just playmates of His Highness.

I never thought that His Highness would actually send this group of servants here.

Feng Zhong was angry at first. His Highness was trying to fool him. There was no point in sending these boys here.

Although they were all well-armored, they also wore round helmets with brims.

But these weapons are a mess. Not only are there spears and shields, but there are even brooms.

There were also people holding wooden sticks with iron round heads.

Feng Zhong originally did not take this group of servants seriously and thought that these brooms were just menials used to help His Highness sweep the floor. But it turned out that these people also went to the battlefield.

Feng Zhong suddenly thought, could it be that His Highness really has no reinforcements, and even the group of servants who train every day around him have been sent here.

This touched Feng Zhong's heart. It seemed that he had misunderstood His Highness.

But soon, he and his group fought with the Fang family army for a long time, and the Royal Guards who were in a stalemate were shocked.

This group of sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys quickly formed strange formations at the sound of whistles.

There were shields in front, which would have been fine, but there were actually brooms sticking out from behind.

This broom can also be used as a spear to repel the enemy? These royal guards are still puzzled.

As a result, the Fang family army rushed over in large numbers and crashed into the shields, screaming and shouting in fear as they were swept by the brooms above.

The Fang family army couldn't get close at all. Some people were so angry that they used weapons to block the brooms rushing towards them.

He was easily knocked to the ground by several spears that suddenly appeared.

At this time, many of the servants were holding tinder sticks and lighting the fuses continuously.

Under the gaze of the elite Royal Guards who had just been replaced, this group of soldiers holding wooden sticks and iron heads rushed forward quickly.

Feng Zhong was still puzzled. Isn't this iron hammer used to smash armor in close combat? If they rushed up to fight against the sword and shield soldiers, wouldn't that be courting death?

This was what he had always thought. After all, the shape of this thing was too much like a hammer, and the wooden handle was made of a wooden stick to save money.

That is, it is a blunt weapon used in the army to penetrate armor and cause shock.