"Anything else? The fire sieve had already made up his mind, but he still turned his eyes to the other people and asked, paused and said, "Bamur, it's very good." ”

Bamur was the commander of the first to speak, and when he was praised by the fire sieve, his spirit suddenly soared. The other commanders looked at each other, and they all looked envious.

"In addition to the giant man and the beast, the fat guard is also very powerful, I wonder if the Bamur brothers have any good ideas?"

"yes, yes, that fat man killed a lot of us. And that team of Rakshasa soldiers, who are also extremely fierce, can the Bamur brothers teach me?"

“…… Also, the Ming man surnamed Su seems to be extremely weird, coming and going like the wind, shooting like electricity, and the one who is in it will die. Ahem, Bamur Brothers......"

Well, the struggle is everywhere. As the saying goes, as long as there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are people, there are fights, and this criterion does not distinguish between regions and races.

One of the commanders took the lead, and the others also asked Bamur for advice. Bamur was still smug at first, but he quickly reacted, and his face couldn't help but turn blue, and the green tendons on his forehead collapsed.

The fire sieve just watched quietly, and did not stop it. The people under him are at odds with each other, which is a good sign. As long as he is there, and can control it within a controllable limit, then he will be happy to see it. And it's also an excellent catalyst for people to promote each other.

Bamur was annoyed by the crowd, and said angrily: "I'm not Zhuge Liang, how can there be so many good methods." There are few of them, and there are many of us, so they are piled up and killed, what is there to say. It's not that you were scared by the Han people and didn't dare to fight hard. ”

As soon as these words came out, they didn't choose what to say. The Mongols are the most respectful of martial arts, you can be defeated, you can retreat, but you can't be considered cowardly. Just like the second prince Jinong, even as the son of Dayan Khan, once he was considered cowardly, he was immediately despised by everyone.

Seeing that several thousand commanders were glaring angrily, the fire sieve was inserted in time, waved his hand, and said lightly: "Okay, that's it." Bamur proceeded as planned, and the rest of the ministries moved in steps. As Bamur said, if we have an advantage, then we will give full play to this advantage. The generals should fight bravely to be the first, dare to retreat the latter, the commander of the ten will retreat and behead the captain, and the centurion will retreat and behead the centurion. If they are all killed, then ......"

When he said this, his eyes were cold, and he glanced around several commanders, and said coldly: "...... Then you will go up in person. If you also retreat, then I will kill you first, and then go up myself!

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts, and they all went down to mobilize their troops and horses. The fire sieve looked in the direction of the top of the mountain and said nothing. No one noticed the solemnity that flashed in his eyes.

On the mountain, Su Mo breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the small silver knife in his hand, and withdrew his backhand into his sleeve. This meat cutting knife is actually quite sharp, and the more you use it, the more comfortable it becomes, which makes him love it very much.

It was only a short encounter, but because of the decrease in the number of people who could fight, he also had to go into battle in person and kill a few. It is hard to imagine that the young man of Secondary 2 who had just crossed over from the later generations can now do this, and treat human life as a mustard. It seems that he is covered in blood at the moment, and he no longer feels half a point.

Silently sighed at his own changes, and couldn't tell what it was like in his heart. But I heard the hoarse cries of the scouts in charge of the lookout in front of me again, and the Mongols came up again.

His eyes froze, and he stood up unmoved, and the flesh-cutting knife slid into his palm like a spiritual snake, and quickly played with a knife flower, clenching it in the way of holding a dagger with his backhand.

"Young master, this time, I'm afraid that the Mongols are going to play with their lives. Beside him, the fat man stared down and suddenly whispered.

Su Mo heard the words and looked at it, and sure enough, he saw that the Mongolian soldiers gathered at the foot of the mountain this time, and they were no longer like before, swarming up in unison. Instead, under the assignment of their respective leaders, one team after another, each advancing in accordance with the direction, appeared to be in order. Although the progress seems to be much slower, the persecution and power are obviously much heavier.

"Indeed, hey, this time, I'm afraid I'm really going to be desperate. Su Mo smiled bitterly and nodded slightly. As he spoke, he subconsciously turned his head to look around, and his heart suddenly sank.

They are all veterans, and even Su Mo, a rookie on the battlefield, can see it, how can these veterans of a hundred battles present not see it? Everyone couldn't help but be silent.

They are not afraid of death, but that does not mean that they are willing to die. It is human beings who want to live, and when faced with death, emotions will inevitably fluctuate and be depressed, which is human nature and understandable. What's more, compared to some people in the Ming Border Pass, they are already very heroic. No one, including Sumer, has no position to blame them.

"Young master, if this doesn't work, you must think of some way to motivate the morale, otherwise you will be defeated!" The fat man sweated slightly on his head, and said in an inaudible whisper.

Su Mo bowed slightly, how could he not know? Even if he was a battlefield novice again, he could feel the heavy dead air on everyone's body at this moment. It is true that the mourning soldiers will win, but they must arouse their fighting spirit!

"Soldiers of the Meng family, everyone listen to me. Su Mo had made up his mind, turned around and stepped on a boulder, glanced around, and shouted.

All the Mengjia soldiers turned their heads and looked at him blankly.

"This place, where we are now, do you know what it is?" Su Mo asked loudly, looking around.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing why. Isn't this just a nameless valley outside the Marble Mountain, where else could it be? And it's all at this time, who cares about that.

There was silence in the room, and no one spoke.

Su Mo didn't need an answer, and continued to himself, "You may say, isn't this just a nameless valley? Wrong! You are wrong! So, let me tell you what this is. ”

"Fifteen hundred years ago, it was here, on this land, that your ancestor, the Great Qin General Meng Tian, led my Great Qin soldiers to fight bloody battles, wave troops for thousands of miles, and kill the grassland Huns who were frightened and wolves rushed to the chest;

His younger brother Meng Yi is strategic, wise and scheming, and loyal and virtuous. The elder brother of the outer alliance, the inner servant Mingjun, cultivated the straight road and guarded the northern frontier, so that the alien race did not dare to look north for more than ten years, and finally achieved the great name of the ancestor of the Mengshi clan and shocked the world!

Since then, the Meng family has been born from generation to generation, and loyal ministers and good generals have emerged. Although the country is broken and it is not easy to achieve its ambition, it has gone through several dynasties and has not abandoned its position, which is really a heroic martyr!

And today, 1,500 years later, we, the descendants of the Montessori, have once again set foot on this place where our ancestors fought and resisted the invasion of the grassland tribes again, how should we do it?

Yes, our enemies are strong, they are much more numerous than ours. You're all tired and tired, I know that.

But even then, can we allow them to trample on this holy land, which was sprinkled with the blood of our ancestors, and even then, can we allow them to desecrate the glory of our ancestors?"

Su Mo asked loudly, his eyes splitting. With each question he asked, the soldiers below were moved. By the time the last sentence was asked, many people couldn't help themselves to stand up, clenched their fists tightly, and their faces flushed with excitement.

"No! no!" Su Mo didn't wait for the other person's answer, he directly asked himself, and shouted with all his strength.

"We don't have that power! We can't allow it! We will never allow any alien race to trample on the glory of our ancestors! We will never allow anyone to desecrate the majesty of our ancestors! If there is, then I will go to war! If they do, then they will have to step on my corpse! Even if they are stronger than me, even if I am exhausted.

I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood! Glory, that is, my life! For the sake of my ancestors, for the sake of the Ming Dynasty, and for the sake of my Han people, I will die without regret! I will fight to the last moment!"

Su Mo said loudly, his fist waving vigorously in front of his chest, like an oath of *, like the roar of the sea.

"Fight! Fight!"

"I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood!"

"Although I have died a hundred times, I have no regrets! For the sake of the ancestors! For the sake of the people of the Han family!"

With Su Mo's shout, all the soldiers finally completely ignited their emotions, and they all shouted one after another, their fighting spirit soared to the sky, and their frustration was swept away.

The fat man was dumbfounded, and his heart was full of admiration. The young master is really the young master, and there is really no one else who has this demagogic ability.

However, that's not all. Su Mo listened to the tsunami-like shouts of the crowd, and a flash of joy flashed in his eyes, but he still wanted to continue to add a fire.

He put his hand to his ear and made a gesture of listening.

"Listen!" his voice suddenly turned soft, and everyone couldn't help but be silent, and they all pricked up their ears in unison.

"Listen, who's muttering? Oh no, that's a shout, it's a roar! I hear it, it's the voice of the ancestors! They are angry, they are roaring, they are telling us, my children and grandchildren, don't forget the glory of the ancestors! Don't forget the blood and courage of the Sanqin boys!

Yes, I heard, I heard, you, did you hear it? That song, that song from the soul of my Great Qin Army......"

Su Mo said with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was really listening to something, or hearing something.

Everyone looked at each other, and couldn't help but be excited and hesitant for a while. Could it be that Su Gongzi really heard something? What is it? The next moment, a sound like a song and praise suddenly sounded in a low voice, gradually getting louder and louder, as if stepping through time and space, from the ancient Great Qin through the eternal:

"Old Qin, go to the national disaster together.

Blood will not be shed, death will not be truce!

Old Qin, restore my rivers and mountains.

Blood is not shed, and death is not a truce.

There is Daqin in the west, as the sun rises.

A hundred years of national hatred, the sea is difficult to peace.

The world is in turmoil, how can we get Corning?

Qin has a sharp man, who competes with him....... ”