No one could dare to provoke the monks after seeing their magical methods.

It's like an ordinary girl, no matter how bold she is, she doesn't dare to play with a professional boxer. Because normal people know that this is something that can't be played, and for you, it's a matter of life, and for the other party, it's often just a small thing to stretch out your fingers.

Zhao Mingde is an unarmed girl in front of Xie Xiaoman, where is there any room for resistance except for obedience and resignation?

Zhao Mingde knew that he had been unfortunate recently, and he molested someone who couldn't be molested, was kicked and beaten with five military staffs...... Although it was completely solved by Miss Xia Hua's medicine later, and there were no sequelae at all, the fear and fear were real and unforgettable.

Of course, to some extent, Zhao Mingde also knows how lucky he is. If Xie Xiaoman really pursued it, his life would have already reached the Netherworld. Or, if he was seen by Xie Xiaoman on the way to the march, I don't know if the other party would remember the unhappiness of the day and torture himself again.

Even though Fang Cai's scene had made him breathe a sigh of relief, his heart was still hanging. When this panic will disappear, Zhao Mingde himself does not know. But at the very least, it should be after returning home.

It's just that...... Zhao Mingde looked at the team he was in, listening to the faint sound of horses' hooves in front of him, and began to be afraid in his heart.

Every time he goes to the battlefield and charges into battle, Zhao Mingde will be afraid. It's not something to be ashamed of.

Unless it's a war maniac like Zhao Guoshihu, a normal person. Who is not afraid of death? Who isn't afraid of blood?

The romantic sentiment of war is always the opinion of those who have not participated in it. War is just a machine, a murderous and bloodthirsty machine. Once you're involved, it's hard to get out alive.

However, Zhao Mingde also knows that some wars are inevitable.

He has experienced the destruction of his family, the shattering of mountains and rivers, and the hope and light brought by peace. If they don't fight over, they will definitely fight back. It's a proposition that couldn't be simpler. Therefore, Zhao Mingde is ready to live in his lifetime, in the years when he can still act. Be proactive.

In Huan Wen's Western Army, there are many people like Zhao Mingde. They were not peasants who were forced to conscript, but warriors who took the initiative to fight.

They are burdened with all kinds of identities, all kinds of national hatred and family hatred. When you look up and look forward. But they all have a unified goal.

They are ordinary people, but when they take up arms, they become the most valiant warriors.

In many cases, it is really the times that make heroes. It's not that they're really brave and fearless, it's not that they're really not afraid of death. They are afraid, but what makes them even more afraid is the humiliation of their families behind them and the poisoning of the farmland behind them. The hatred that he carried behind him turned to ashes......

It is because of what is behind them that they have no way back. Only forward.

Forward may mean death, but backward means something more terrifying than death.

It is better to be a peaceful dog than to be a troubled person.

But they are troubled people, but, in the same way, they always have to find a way to survive. Even, let your family live happily.

This may be a small and humble wish, but it is also the most true and sincere wish.

Zhao Mingde is a person with such a wish. He is one of the thousands of humble figures.

So he will also be afraid, even if he has been on the battlefield for many years, when he is ready to fight, his hands will still tremble with fear, his face will still be pale, and his heart will still contract nervously.

But in the same way, no matter how frightened he was, he would still inhale deeply, turn over on his horse, draw his waist knife, force himself to calm down, pat the horse's neck, raise his head, and meet the enemy.

And today's battle ...... Zhao Mingde lowered his head and smiled bitterly, he had some kind of bad premonition in his heart. After so many years in the army, Zhao Mingde knows very well what such a premonition means.

So, he felt that he had been a little unfortunate lately. But what then......

Zhao Mingde has been living on earth for thirty-two years. This is not a short period of time. And in terms of the average age of his comrades in the army, he has already become an old enough person. That's why the robes call him Lao Zhao.

Lao Zhao is an ordinary person, he is very ordinary in battle, and his mind is also very ordinary, so although he has been in the army for seven or eight years, Lao Zhao is still Lao Zhao, and he has never even mixed with Lao Zhao.

But after seven or eight years, of course Lao Zhao knows some things and is familiar with some things, especially things in the army and soldiers.

It was precisely because of this that Lao Zhao could know what the uneasy feeling in his heart was. He looked up at the western sky, which was gray and sweet, the smell of blood and the smell of fate.

"It's a blessing or a curse, it's a curse that can't be avoided." Zhao Mingde lowered his head and read a sentence, talking to himself.

"Lao Zhao, what are you muttering? Do you miss the girls at home again? The person next to him heard a little bit, but he couldn't really hear it, so he laughed and joked.

"Miss the girl? You can't think about it now! Lao Zhao! You have to use that energy in your hands, but don't hold it all in your crotch! ”

The other man then teased, causing everyone to laugh.

Laughing and scolding each other before the battle is not something that has to be stopped, but it is actually a good thing to help everyone relax a little.

In the face of life and death, no one can really relax, and neither can the veteran oil. So he didn't even speak to the chief next to him, just listened to the ridicule here and laughed.

Zhao Mingde also laughed, this time the smile was a little different from the previous ones, and it seemed to bring some calmness and calmness.

He was not worried about his own death, and the Western Army treated the dead sergeants favorably. If he dies, after returning to the army this time, his chief will give his bones and the military expenses of the reward to his wife...... Of course, the premise of the bones is that if your bones can still be found.

But that's all unimportant things, well-dressed and simple rankings, for him, there is not much difference.

The fear still spread in the veins with the heartbeat, Zhao Mingde inhaled deeply, tried his best to calm his trembling hands, and then, looked ahead.

"Just withdraw after taking a picture, our brothers shouldn't have a problem." Shi Chang seemed to notice Zhao Mingde's abnormality, and at this time he commanded, and when he looked at his subordinates, his gaze stayed on Lao Zhao's eyes for a moment.

Zhao Mingde naturally felt it, he looked back at his own chief, and smiled with gratitude.

As a veteran oilman, he understands that many times, death or immortality has nothing to do with the strength of the enemy or the difficulty of the battle. What can decide all this is just the simplest number of lives.

And recently, I really haven't had any good luck.

Someone beats drums, drums sound, one drum and three links, this is the order to march.

On the other side, the sound of horses' hooves has formed a wave-like surge, rolling in.

There was no smoke and dust in the wetlands, just dull sounds and turbulent black figures.

"Slaughtered these Zhao people!"

The centurion drew his sword, roared, and took the lead.

"Kill them!"

"Kill these bunnies!"

The sound of invective is like the "exhaust" emitted by a horse when it jumps out.

Zhao Mingde finally checked whether the earplugs stuffed in the horse's ears were tight, and after getting a definite answer, he roared as if he was cheering up, and rushed forward with a knife.

There was no smoke and dust, not even the sound was slightly dull from the wet earth, only the vibration that permeated the depths of the earth, striking the people in the chest.

Xie Xiaoman looked at the scene in front of him and suddenly felt a little emotional.

She had never understood why monks were rarely used in wars between countries when there were not many monks in the world.

She had always thought that it was the reason why most monks did not want to take care of the world. But now it seems that it is because of such shallowness.

After all, war is a fight of tens of millions of people, and the so-called monks, no matter how powerful they are, how much of a role can they play?

Take herself as an example, in the face of the twenty cavalry of the Zhao army before, in fact, she was half bluffed and half frightened, and only then did she reach the final goal. Speaking of that vine wall alone, with her cultivation, she basically needs to pour out the aura in her body to achieve that effect.

Fortunately, after Xia Hua's order, she has long been out of the control of the amount of aura storage, and she can squander it wantonly. For the other monks, however, it was a different story entirely.

Against twenty cavalry, it is already necessary to fight with all your might. Then, when the monk is faced with an army of thousands, there is very little influence that the monk can do.

Although the ants are small, as long as they are numerous enough and work together enough, they may not be able to trip over an elephant. What's more, in front of ordinary people, the monks are not as tall as elephants.

Xie Xiaoman watched from afar, constantly thinking about how he could help his own soldiers.

At this time, the distance between the two army camps has been very close, and the Jin army is under the banner of "Yan", and there are only 100 horsemen in total. On the other side, Zhao Jun's team was majestic, as if there was no end in sight.

The centurion of the Jin army turned dark, and his heart also chuckled.

What happened to Zhao Guo today, did he hear any news, and why did he spend so much money to deal with the battle?

The gap between the two armies is too big, and if they really get together, although the other side is a camp with half cavalry and infantry, the winning side is still pitiful.

Even if it's a play, you can't do it so fakely!

"Mingjin retreats! The front army becomes the rear army, the rear army becomes the front army, retreat immediately! The centurion immediately ordered.

"My lord! Where are we going? ”

Mingjin rang, and the adjutant next to him shouted and asked.

Not to the east, not to the west.

The centurion's face was pale, but his eyes remained calm and determined.

"Southside!"

He said. (To be continued......)