Jingping Village, in front of the Martyrs' Hall.

This is a school field in the village, surrounded by buildings, forming a semi-arc on the left and right, because when planning, the upper and lower widths are not large, and it can be summed up as an oval, which can accommodate more than 1,000 soldiers and horses to gather in the school field.

The school field looks very simple, but it is very spacious, and at this moment on the school field, the darkness of the night is shrouded, and a torch is erected around it, and the light of the torch is bright, reflecting the childish faces of young people.

On the school grounds, a total of 187 teenagers, including Mu Jing, gathered here.

All of them wore ordinary grass armor, and there were some burly teenagers with iron armor, and their weapons were iron spears weighing more than fifteen pounds, and many of them carried bows and arrows, which could be regarded as elite equipment.

In the past, there were about 200 people in the youth battalion, which was the second battle sequence in the Mushroom Mountain, but when attacking the Zhu Mansion, even in the face of some old and weak women and children, they suffered a lot of losses after all, after all, in terms of physique and combat effectiveness and strain on the battlefield, they were not as good as the young and strong, so many people died.

This is also why Mu Jing has not allowed them to go to the battlefield.

Teenagers are the flowers of the future of the motherland, and it is a crime to destroy them in advance.

If it weren't for the fact that he had been cornered, Mu Jing would never allow anyone to consume their future strength, this was their hope for future growth, but now the situation had forced him into a desperate situation.

He has clearly realized that in this world, only by killing to become a king, kindness cannot do great things, soft-heartedness cannot achieve great things, and killing is the only criterion for survival, so he must be ruthless.

Among the one hundred and eighty-seven teenagers, the oldest is actually only about fifteen years old, and fifteen years old but there are very few teenagers, because as long as they are about fifteen years old, and the teenagers who are more than fifteen years old are already known as young and strong.

Among these teenagers, the youngest is only about ten years old, ten years old is a watershed, teenagers under ten years old do not have the ability to fight, they are basically sent to death, and Mu Jing can't recruit five or six-year-old teenagers to send them to death.

Therefore, the soldiers of these youth battalions are actually young men between the ages of ten and fifteen, and the ancients are more or less precocious than modern people, and they are much more mature in terms of psychology and physiology.

In this era, many men are about fifteen years old and ready to get married, although these teenagers are teenagers, but some of them are orphans of the Yellow Turbans, and some of them have joined the Yellow Turban Army with their elders, and they have followed Mushan all the year round, experienced a lot, displaced, and their personalities are very hard, and they have followed Mujing to experience the Zhu clan in the past, and one by one they have come out of the blood, and they have become more mature.

Above the school yard is a small platform half a person high.

On the high platform, Mu Jing was ready to go, he was wearing a pair of dark iron armor, with a bronze sword at his waist, the armor was captured from the Zhu Mansion, it was a good battle armor, it was a little big at the time, Lei Hu and Tan Zong joined forces to help him put it on, after putting it on, it seemed that he was stronger than an ordinary teenager and his body was slightly smaller, but this armor also wrapped his elegant temperament, and the rest was his father's inheritance, rough and fierce military general momentum.

"A certain pastoral scene!"

Mu Jingshen Dantian, began a unique pre-war general mobilization, his eyes were a little vivid in the night, with a sharp and cold momentum swept by, looking at a familiar and somewhat childish face, he was ruthless: "You all know me, I am your young master, we used to fight side by side!" ”

"In my heart, you are the future of our Jingping Village, the future of our Yellow Turban Army, you are all teenagers, teenagers are like flowers, they should grow up strongly, and they should not be consumed on the cruel battlefield, I have always believed in one thing, that is, only by learning the ability well, can we achieve great things in the future!"

"So even if the big boss wanted to go to the battlefield at the beginning, I refused!"

"I want you to read, read the art of war, and strategize on the battlefield in the future, I want you to practice martial arts, be proficient in battle formations, and take the lead in the future battlefield battles!"

"But someone doesn't allow us to grow!"

"Someone wants to take advantage of the fact that our big boss is not in Jingping Village now, and while our elders are now fighting outside, they want to destroy us, and they want to destroy us, do you agree?"

"No!"

"No!"

The boy's anger had been aroused, and he roared one by one, and the sound waves condensed.

"Since we don't agree, what should we do?"

Mu Jing's voice became deeper and deeper and more gloomy, and the cold killing intent emanated, and he asked himself: "In front of us, there are only two paths, either die or live, if I want to live, then kill a way to live, and if you are willing, follow me to kill a bloody road?" ”

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The young people are all hot-blooded, a mouthful of burning blood on their chests has been completely boiled, the boiling blood is surging, which can make the heavens and the earth shake, their voices are like thunder, condensed to swallow mountains and rivers, and their newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and the momentum of their newborn calves is not afraid of tigers can make them invincible on the battlefield.

"Good!"

Mu Jing shouted: "Today, I announce that the Jingping Youth Camp was officially established, and in the future, everyone in the world will be impressed by our Jingping Youth Camp. ”

"The first song, Junhou Zhang Shi!"

"In!" A fourteen-year-old boy suddenly stood out of the queue, he was very burly, not under the thunder tiger, in the past Zhu Mansion battled, beheaded two young people who were older than him, and made good use of an eighteen-pound spear, and his martial arts were quite strong.

"The second song, Junhou Fang Hong!"

"In!" This young man is also about fourteen years old, but he looks a little elegant, but his slender hands have the ability to open a bow left and right, and can shoot a stone longbow.

"The third song, Junhou Lin Fang!"

"In!"

This young man, who is somewhat biased towards female names, is white and pure, and when he smiles suddenly, his face looks a little feminine, he uses a sword, and his swordsmanship is not bad.

"The reason why we have to fight is not for the sky, not for the earth, for the safety of our relatives, in order to keep the old and young in Jingping Village from being warn, to survive, to fight!"

Mu Jing shouted angrily: "We have to tell the world that even if the big boss is not in Jingping Village, even if our combat team is not here, no one can destroy it here, because there is still our youth battalion!" ”

"Junior Camp!"

"Junior Camp!"

These teenagers were so fooled by Mu Jing, as if they had found their own position, an ordinary and simple number can arouse their hearts of honor, can make their blood boil, and can make them become excited.

"Tiger father has no dog!"

As soon as Zhang Gu came out of it and stood under the eaves in front of the Martyrs' Hall, he saw this scene, his eyes were fixed, and he felt a lot in his heart.

Dragons give birth to dragons, and phoenixes give birth to phoenixes.

Makiyama is a military general, born on the battlefield, he is not good at words, but he has a different personality charm, so that his subordinates can fight for him, and his son, a young man who has just entered the age of thirteen, seems to be self-taught to go to the battlefield to fight, a speech, enough to make these teenagers work for him, a rare natural leader.

"Uncle Huo, after my father died, the Yellow Turban Army I saw was gloomy, they lacked enterprising, and they were beaten to the backbone, but today, I seem to have seen the momentum of the Yellow Turban heroes in the world when my father rebelled, and I suddenly wanted to stay here!" The Taiping Holy Maiden and her entourage also came out of the Martyrs' Hall, her dark eyes looked at the young people in front of her, looked at the hot-blooded young man on the high platform, and the corners of her mouth under the veil were slightly raised.

The Yellow Turban Army is lost, isn't it these bloods.

Her father's defeat, so that the Yellow Turban Army lost the enterprising heart, although the Yellow Turbans everywhere preserve their strength, but they all lack the ambition to attack the world, most of them are just preserving their strength, just like Zhang Mancheng, Bocai, Zhang Niujiao, these pioneering and enterprising Qu Shuai, now whether it is the White Wave Yellow Turban, the Black Mountain Yellow Turban, or the Runan Yellow Turban, they are just defending the city, and they can't see the hope of the Yellow Turban at all.

However, this young boy who is younger than her saw the sharpness of the yellow scarf of the past.

"Holy Maiden, think twice!"

Zhang Huo's low advice.

"Uncle Huo, don't worry, I won't be rash!" The Holy Maiden of the Peace said with a smile.

……

The reason why Mu Jing wanted to do some pre-war encouragement was to make the blood of these teenagers boil, make them forget about the empty battlefield, and let their fighting spirit explode.

This is what Mujing does very well.

However, they don't have much time, and the enemy doesn't know when they will attack Jingping Village, so they must hurry up and arrange the defense line, after a speech, Mu Jing asked all the soldiers to go down to prepare, and then he summoned Lei Hu Tan Zong and three military marquis, walked into the council hall, Zhang Gu listened, and discussed the battle.

"You all see, if outsiders want to attack our Jingping Village, where will they attack from?" Mu Jing spread out a cowhide map, on which is the terrain within a radius of dozens of miles of Jingping Village, the mark is not very clear, but there is also a model out.

"Only the entrance to the village!"

Lei Hu said: "When Jingping established the village, it was surrounded by bluestone, although it was not enough to form a village wall, but it was not suitable for large-scale soldiers and horses to attack, unless it was a small-scale invasion of soldiers and horses, so if they wanted to attack, they had to kill directly from the head of the village." ”

"What if you want to defend it?"

"You can only arrange soldiers and horses in all directions, encircle the middle, and form a cross-fertangle battle formation with the Loyal Martyr's Hall as the core, but ......" Tan Zong was a little speechless.

"But what?"

Mu Jing frowned.

"But our combat effectiveness is insufficient, it is undeniable that we are inferior in height and strength to people, and when we fight, our combat effectiveness is definitely inferior to that of people, and we have a hard defense, if their soldiers and horses are twice as large as ours, it will be enough to kill them!"

"And ......" Marquis Lin Fang opened his mouth and added: "Actually, if they have a boat, they can also come in from the river on our left, so that they can go straight into the Martyr's Hall and kill us in the belly, so that we can't guard against it!" ”

"In fact, the most important thing now is that I don't know who is attacking us?"

"Know yourself and know your opponent, and you will not be defeated in a hundred battles!"

Mu Jing smiled bitterly: "If you can guess one or two of attacking us, even if someone in the county government wants to destroy us, they don't dare to be open-minded, after all, the big boss is still fighting in the front and holding the power of the army, so they are fighting in the name of thieves, they should not transfer troops from the county government, and they don't have this ability, and in the county town, there is only a group of people who hate us to the core, and the scholars have a certain number of private soldiers, so it is these private soldiers of the scholars who attack us!" ”

"Scholar private soldiers?"

"These warriors are really profound, so that the big bosses have killed one after another, and there are so many soldiers and horses gathered, not to be underestimated!"

"The local is strong and strong, based on more than 100 years, not to be underestimated!"

Everyone opened their mouths to discuss, and their faces were stern.

"Less in charge!"

A figure rushed in in a panic.

"What's wrong?" Mu Jing's face changed slightly.

"The secret sentry of Dahuanggang has discovered that there is a group of soldiers and horses thinking of us, and the momentum is surging!"

"How many soldiers and horses?"

"There are about five hundred, and there are more than a hundred cavalry, although they are marching, but they come quickly, at most half an hour, they can enter the village!"

"Uncle Zhang!"

"Less in charge!"

"Immediately go door to door to see how many people have not withdrawn, and then the whole village will put down the fire, silence the sound, and no one will be allowed to make noise, after making these preparations, you immediately go up the hill and appease them, they must be worried at this moment, I don't want me to fight when there will be chaos behind!"

"Don't be in charge, I'll stay and help you!"

"Uncle, compared to me here, on the hill, I need you more, you believe me, I won't lose!"

"Then be careful yourself!"

Zhang Gu also knew that it was more important to stabilize people's hearts at this time, otherwise the front would face the battle, and the backyard would catch fire, and he would definitely lose, so he gritted his teeth and left the Martyrs' Hall.

"Lei Hu, Zhang Shi!"

"In!"

"You lead the first song, guard the entrance of the village, without my order, do not be exposed, without my order, and do not let an enemy in!"

"No!"

The two took the order and left.

"Hard-fought battles are ultimately a loss of troops, and my youth battalion is the hope of the future, and it must not be lost here!" Mu Jing looked at the cowhide map, and the lines marking the terrain on it poured into his mind, and his thoughts turned wildly: "Ancient and modern exchanges, the famous examples of winning more battles with less, most of them are borrowed from the power of heaven and earth, the time and place are favorable, all of them are indispensable, such as terrain, such as water and fire, on topography, Jingping Village is not good at guarding, it can't hold for long, lead water and attack, it's too late in time, and there is no place to store water around, then there is only one left......"

"Fire Attack!"

Mu Jing spat out two words.

He took a deep breath: "Tan Zong, is there tung oil in the village?" ”

"Yes, but not much!" Tan Zongdao: "Before the big boss fought, he once got some tung oil from the county office, and he originally wanted to transport it to the front line, but when it was logistics and transportation, the big boss felt that he couldn't use it, so he sent it back here!" ”

"You take someone out and ......"

Mu Jing's words in his ear made Tan Zong's heart tremble.

"Don't be in charge, this is Jingping Village that we have worked so hard to establish!"

"If you want to get it, you have to lose it, I care more about the lives of each of our warriors than these buildings, and I don't allow their lives to be lost in this battle, understand!"

"Subordinates obey!" Tan Zong took the order and left.

"Everyone prepare, follow me!"

Mu Jing put away the map, a fierce killing intent was condensed in his eyes, and he was ready to fight.

At this time, the Taiping Holy Maiden and her entourage walked into the council hall of the Martyrs' Hall, she faced her hand and said bluntly: "The little master, thanks to the rescue, the little woman is grateful, I heard that the young master led the troops to resist the enemy, but what can I help!" ”

"Your Highness is gracious!"

Mu Jing frowned, and a faint fragrance came to his nose, but it was a pity that he was anxious and anxious to face the battle now, and he didn't have time to watch the beautiful things, and his voice was a little hard: "Your Highness is the body of a daughter, and the soldiers under Your Highness are all injured, so you should retreat to the hill, and after I retreat from the enemy, I will ask Your Highness for a salute!" ”

Some big men have ideas, and the line in his subconscious is, what kind of battlefield does a woman go to, when all our men are dead?

"The young master looks down on the little woman!" The eyes of the Taiping Holy Maiden burst out with a cold glow of the bright moon.

"Battlefield, not for you!" Mu Jing doesn't have much respect for the so-called Taiping Holy Maiden.

"Not necessarily!"

The Taiping Holy Maiden Qianqianyu's hand stretched out gently, and slapped it with a palm, and the fierce wind made Mu Jing's pupils slightly side: "Don't be in charge!" ”

"Bang!"

Mu Jing reacted very quickly, punched out, and under the collision of fists and palms, Mu Jing took three steps back in a row, his eyes were shocked, this girl who didn't look big, the strength was actually above him.

Internal strength martial artist, this Taiping saintess is an internal strength martial artist, and her feminine internal strength makes him shudder.

"Don't be in charge, although the little girl is so down, she is not a person to die!" The Taiping Saintess said proudly: "I have a favor and will be repaid, the young master saved my life, I should return it, I have eight generals under my command, any of them have internal strength to cultivate, they may not be able to lead troops on the battlefield, but a thousand generals are not a problem!" ”

Zhang Huo, the first military general under her command, although because of injuries, the combat effectiveness is only fifty or sixty percent, but as long as he does not encounter the same strong person, thousands of troops will kill the enemy, and Zhuo Zhuo is more than enough.

"Humph!"

Zhang Huo snorted coldly, his whole body exploded, and his momentum was released, and the temperature in the entire conference hall dropped a little.

"Since His Highness is here, he will naturally not refuse His Highness's kindness!"

Mu Jing's attitude changed quickly, he went away, this group of people should be the Taiping Divine Guards that his father has been talking about in the legend, even if there are less than a few left, it should be a little useful, and they are sent to the door, so naturally they can't be turned away.