Chekovsky had already gotten off the watchtower when he woke up, and he had been carried down by Curry in a drowsy process.

The blow was so devastating to him that for a while he really had nothing to love. But apparently Curry didn't think so, and the faithful squire gritted his teeth and rescued his master even though he was shot in the thigh.

Chekovsky's eyes were blood-red, and a slight warmth rose in his eyes as he looked at Curry, who was pale but still grinning at himself. Although this curly-haired child is a little sluggish, this loyalty is so valuable.

And when he looked at the three or four hundred defeated soldiers gathered around him, his eyes became cold again. If it weren't for the fact that these guys were so unruly that they focused all their energy on integrating them, why did they have this fiasco?

They're all damned!, a violent thought rose in his heart, only to be quickly suppressed by him.

These bastards were all shouted by Curry all the way, no matter what, this is Curry's effort, and he can't ignore Curry's feelings. Moreover, at this time, it is really not the time for reckoning, and you have to count on these bastards to help.

He thought so, and then looked at the large camp in front of him, and his face was as hideous as madness.

Ruined, all ruined, my hard-won efforts are now all ruined. A moment ago, he was still in the warm tent, comfortably tasting the delicate and juicy roast of the little fat sheep of the grassland, but in the blink of an eye, he was reduced to standing in the wilderness and swallowing the bitter cold wind, which was simply from heaven to hell all at once. The huge contrast made him crazy with hatred, and he had the urge to destroy the world.

How to go back and face the Marquis of Eno, how to face the contempt of his colleagues? He shook his head vigorously, driving those terrible scenes out of his mind, and a look of madness gradually rose in his eyes.

If you are not rich, you would rather die!

"Follow me, gather as many soldiers as possible, let's kill back!" After a long time, he withdrew his gaze, stared at the blood-red eyeballs, glanced at everyone from left to right, and squeezed out such a sentence from between his teeth.

All the soldiers were stunned, and looked at each other, but no one responded. The other side is full of cavalry, and with the might of breaking the camp, his own side is only a few hundred foot soldiers, and there is a serious lack of weapons, how can they resist? At this time, we still have to kill back....... God, let's go back and be killed. Was the legion commander too stimulated and unconscious?

Curry was in a hurry as he watched, struggling to stand up straight and about to yell. Chekovsky grabbed him suddenly, then gently patted him on the shoulder, signaling that he didn't need to hurry. Then he looked left and right at everyone, and a grim and sarcastic smile bloomed on the corner of his mouth.

"Do you think I'm crazy? Do you think that at this time, it is more important to run for your life like an embarrassed bereaved dog? Or do you just want to disobey me and don't want to obey my military orders?"

Everyone stirred slightly, and the first two sentences were okay, but the last sentence was a big deal. Disobey military orders, God, that is to be hanged.

A soldier who seemed to be taking the lead was pushed out, and he boldly said, "No, no, Your Excellency, you have misunderstood. We didn't mean to run into you, just .......just .......," he snorted, his eyes dodging Chekovsky's.

Chekovsky looked at him coldly, with no sadness or joy on his face, "It's just that the opponent's victory is decided, and we are powerless to fight." Do you want to say that?"

All the soldiers nodded their heads one after another.

Chekovsky snorted, and suddenly raised his voice angrily: "Stupid!"

All the soldiers were all in one place, and Chekovsky exhaled slightly, trying to suppress his anger, and said in a soothing voice as much as possible: "Don't you see, there are only a few hundred enemies, and we have two thousand. Two thousand men, even if they are piled to death, what are you afraid of? They may be able to take advantage of our unpreparedness for a while, but as long as you do not panic, it is not impossible to turn defeat into victory. Besides......"

Speaking of this, he took a deep breath and raised his voice slightly, "...... Besides, are you ready to be a loser? So, what awaits you when you return? Despise, scold, humiliate, even flog or enslave you! Do you want that? Do you want that? Tell me!"

His face was grim, and his voice was one after another, and by the last sentence he had roared like an erupting volcano.

The soldiers gradually became excited, and an inexplicable commotion rose. Chekovsky's words moved them, according to the practice of war, the worst loser, that is really to be sent to hard labor. What's more, it is not impossible to hang directly.

And their failure this time really has to be investigated, I am afraid that everyone will not end up well, and Chekovsky's words are not alarmist for no reason.

They can not care about the contempt, ridicule and humiliation of others, but they cannot care less about their own lives. And there was the clever one, who carefully observed the situation in the battlefield, and found that, as Chekovsky said, there were not many Tatar soldiers, and at this moment they all seemed to have been killed in the rear of the main battalion, and the front camp was now full of disarray, but there was no trace of the enemy.

"Kill, kill back, we won't be losers!" someone was the first to cry out. The next moment, like rippling waves, more cries spread.

"Yes, kill back, we don't ....... losers"

"Let's listen to the Legion Commander, kill back!"

"Yes, yes, we were just attacked, shameless sneak attackers, we must be punished!"

Countless shouts gradually converged, and finally completely formed a group of emotions. Looking at the excited crowd in front of him, Chekovsky's eyes flashed with mockery and disdain, but then he suddenly waved his hand and shouted: "Forward, then, Vras, crush them! for the glory of Moscow!"

"Crush them!"

"Vras, forward!"

"For the glory of Moscow!"

It was like a boiling oil pot suddenly dropping a spark, and hundreds of defeated soldiers rushed out with a bang, shouting all kinds of slogans. At this moment, they have been completely stirred up by emotions, and the previous rout can no longer affect them.

The crowd swarmed out, and Chekovsky walked with the flow of people, holding Curry with the injured leg with one hand.

Curry's eyes were full of admiration and excitement, and Master Chekov was always right. Look, everyone is cheering, willing to fight for him.

The young squire was excited, with a sense of pride and pride. It's just that this pride has just risen, and suddenly he thinks of another thing, and he can't help but look at his young master worriedly, and said carefully: "Young master, should we report to the Marquis?"

Chekovsky squinted at him, did not respond, but sighed in his heart. This loyal squire is indeed loyal enough, but this IQ is also really worrying. After he was promoted to the rank of commander of this regiment, how many people in the entire barracks were willing to be convinced? Usually they were okay when they had nothing to do, but once there was such a big defeat, I don't know how many people would clap their hands in secret.

Report to the Marquis? Do you still need to report it yourself? I'm afraid that I don't know how many people have taken the opportunity to slip away and pass the news back here. Why did you try to encourage the defeated soldiers to turn back, wasn't it just to prepare for the crisis that was about to be faced?

It's okay to lose at the beginning, just win back later. First defeat and then victory, this kind of combat examples abound in the art of war. As long as you can win it back later, then no matter how much someone tries to slander, you will only slap yourself in the face.

And as a result, if anyone wants to slander in the future, the Marquis will not easily believe it. In this way, you can not only get the appreciation of the Marquis, but also establish your own authority, killing two birds with one stone, why not?

Chekovsky thought so, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl slightly, secretly proud of his eagerness. It's just that the foundation of all this must be built on the position of defeating the other side. I just don't know, will the leader of the other party honestly cooperate with him?

With Chekovsky Summer said it was no problem at all. He's meowing, and he only has more than 300 people under his command, so let him use these 300 people to fight 2,000 people, it would take a lot of brains to do it.

To tell the truth, if it weren't for the gradual shortage of materials in his hands, and the soldiers brought by Jiang Bin refused to settle down, he would not have launched it now.

The original plan was to wait a little longer, and wait until more forces gathered, at least with the strength to fight a medium-sized battle head-on. It was also the opportunity to survive the unfavorable fighting season on the grassland.

It's just that the plan is not as good as the change, so he has to make a decision on the spot, turning the original small training into an advance strategy. The changes that happened to Dayan Khan made him keenly smell the potential danger.

Whether it is the Ming Dynasty or himself, only a chaotic Mongolia that can no longer invade the south is in the best interests of both sides.

"Olisses, what about them, and what about our harvest, don't get it confused. He rode the white bear Tangyuan and asked sideways to Jiang Bin, who was covered in blood.

Jiang Bin was holding two knives in his hands, and he was like a blood-stained Shura from head to toe, and his two eyes were full of madness. This attack made him very happy, and completely released the pent-up anger these days.

At this moment, when he heard Su Mo ask, his eager killing intent was slightly raised, and he replied respectfully: "Sir, don't worry, those ghosts are very good, and they have already left together in the defeated army of the Rakshasas, and there should be no casualties." As for our harvest, hehe, we have taken everything we can, and we have lit a fire for everything we can't take, so as to ensure that they don't have a star left, and those who are distressed have to hang themselves. ”

He said excitedly, looking at Su Mo's eyes, the admiration was like a surging river. This gentleman is ruthless and ruthless, and he is simply too much to his appetite. A series of tricks went on, not to mention that the enemy camp of 2,000 people was attacked by only 300 people, and when it was about to happen, it was necessary to play a desperate plan, not to pursue killing all but to rob and burn it all.

Ratter, this weather, there is no food and forage, no winter clothes to keep out the cold, but I don't know how miserable the Rakshasa people will be.

Moreover, this is not the end, sir, he even wants to make persistent efforts, and he has already set his eyes on a farther target before launching, which really makes him admire to death.

"Very well, let everyone get ready, it's almost time to talk nonsense. Su Mo said with a faint smile on his face. After a slight pause, he glanced back again, turned his head to the fat man and asked, "Where is our army?"

When he said the word "army", he emphasized the tone of his tone, but it was full of ridicule.

The fat man laughed, nodded and said, "It's almost there, I promise to follow us before and after, Dayan's old thing can't be washed even if he jumps into the Yellow River this time." ”

Su Mo couldn't help laughing, nodded with satisfaction, looked around, and said softly, "Then, it's time to leave." Vacate the stage for others, Jiao'er, it's time to appear. ”