…… The defeated army lacks fighting spirit, and self-confidence is even weaker, so since ancient times, there has often been a remark that "the army is defeated like a mountain", precisely because this kind of depression that begins to burst out from the spirit is the most contagious, and it is faster than the plague.

Not only that, but it is far easier to drain a person's will than to motivate a person's fighting spirit, and the same applies to the military.

The defeated 98th Army in front of him no longer has the spirit of the past, although Han Feng doesn't know what the spirit of the 98th Army was like in the past.

The hundreds of teams that could be presented in front of him were all ragged and unkempt, nesting in this ruined temple like walking corpses, alive, so soon the entire ruined temple was stinking to the sky.

Han Feng finally understood what Master Dong said at that time:

Like soldiers, like bandits, like people.

If such a team does not have a leader to stand up and integrate it, it will be completely finished.

Although Han Feng didn't sit idly by on this matter, he didn't want to do much, he had his own team to bring, and these hundreds of routs were just a few hundred soldiers, and he probably hadn't taken it to heart yet.

Moreover, compared to the defeated soldiers who have been defeated all the way, it is far more difficult to rekindle their fighting spirit than to point out the stunned young men who have never been on the battlefield.

It's just that this time I came to this ruined temple in person, saw this group of defeated 98th Army, and met Jiang Long, Tian Dahu, Liu Defa, Basket Scoop, Li Jiasheng and others, Han Feng changed his mind.

Although the rout of the army as a whole looks lifeless and insensitive, it has even lost its courage as a soldier - to move forward and never retreat.

But at least, Han Feng saw that humiliating heart from the mountains of Jiang Long, Li Jiasheng, Lian Zhou, Grandpa Yu and others.

In Han Feng's view, as long as there is a humiliating heart, it will not be hopeless.

If such a rout, who had always been full of humiliation, could rekindle their fighting spirit, the fighting power and fighting spirit that they could burst out would certainly be shocking.

Of course, there must be a long way to go, and they have lost too many battles.

"At the moment of the great enemy, fleeing from the battle is no different from a deserter, and should be dealt with by military law."

Han Feng's deep voice suddenly sounded throughout the ruined temple, and the routs who were originally with different expressions and were all busy packing their bags were stunned.

This voice is not only now, but also often sounded in their dreams once upon a time, waking them up in a cold sweat.

But when they came back to their senses at the moment, Jiang Long and his party just felt a little inexplicable.

These two are not stupid, what crazy things are they talking here.

Jiang Long cleaned up quickly, this guy seemed to have the most abundant supplies, and he was the first to walk towards the temple gate with his legs, shouting at Han Feng as he walked: "Hey, brother, you are in my way, let let, let let." ”

Han Feng didn't answer, but said to the monk, "Stop him." ”

"Yes."

The monk's height is not low, but compared to the sturdy Jiang Long, it seems to be a lower brain, he puffed up his chest to block in front of Jiang Long, who has a large bag and a small bag, and at the same time blocked the only exit out of this broken temple.

Jiang Long wondered: "I said brother, the little devils are here, let's hurry up and run away, what are you doing in my way?" ”

The monk raised his nostrils and said, "Brother, I'm sorry, this is the third brother's order, and I can only carry it out." ”

The routs behind Jiang Long continued to pack their bags, waiting to see the excitement.

"Third brother? What the hell, if you get in the way like this, I'm going to cut you. Jiang Long said as he put his big bag on the ground temporarily, shaking his shoulders, as if he hadn't fought with anyone for a long time.

At the moment of this great enemy, he actually fought with the monk.

It's just that although this Jiang Long relied on this pair of fists in the rout, he was enough to show off his martial arts, and he had only practiced in the army for a few days, and his physical strength gave him an innate advantage.

But in front of the monks who came out of Shaolin Temple, Jiang Long seemed a little inadequate.

Only three minutes later, the routs grew their mouths in shock.

Looking at Jiang Long, who had fallen on the ground N times in just three minutes, the routs felt inexplicably relieved, happy, and sympathetic, and at the same time discovered a fact that could not be ignored.

Even Jiang Long, the most arrogant and fist-busting Jiang Long in their team, was no match for the monk in front of him at all.

The monk beats Jiang Long, just like an adult bullying a child, and the gap can be imagined.

After falling to the ground for the Nth time, Jiang Long was already a little blue and swollen, and he began to play tricks, lying on the ground and never getting up again.

The monk said: "To be honest, you are quite resistant to beating, I haven't seen you resist beating like this for a long time." ”

Jiang Long: ......

"You get up, let's keep fighting."

Jiang Long shuddered and shook his head quickly, simply stopping on the ground motionless like a dead corpse.

All:......

can beat the fierce Jiang Long to a complete worship, this monk is really powerful.

Han Feng opened his mouth at this time, and his words were solemn, "Brothers, put down your bags first, and listen to me." ”

"What the hell is this guy trying to do?"

"I don't know, Bacheng'er is a madman, the little devils are here, and they don't have to run for their lives."

Basket Scoop was not ready to pay attention to Han Feng, they old fritters did not enter the oil and salt, but then he saw that Monk Wei beside Han Feng took out two box guns from his waist.

Basket Scoop hurriedly put down his bags and listened to Han Feng's speech honestly.

Most of the others were like this, and from the moment Monk Wei took out the two box guns and guarded them at the gate of the broken temple, everyone realized the seriousness of the problem.

The two box guns were only a few dozen bullets, and if the defeated soldiers rushed out in a swarm, Han Feng and the monk would naturally not be able to stop them.

But the key is that if the rout still has this kind of courage, it will not be a rout, who wants to do this dozens of people who died in advance?

The huge ruined temple suddenly quieted down, and the routs were forced to be honest in front of Han Feng.

Jiang Long hurriedly got up from the ground and honestly stood next to him like everyone else, especially a little far away from the monk.

Han Feng said loudly: "The 98th Army was so glorious in the past, and it was also a reputable main force, especially after the Battle of Jinnan, the 11 armies were defeated, and only the 98th Army was still insisting on the War of Resistance.

Originally, I thought, of course, not only that I thought, but that everyone in the world thought that the brothers of the 98th Army who insisted on the War of Resistance must all be people with lofty ideals who sacrificed their lives to defend their families and the country, and heroes of the Anti-Japanese War.

But what did you show me today? It is a rout army that is sloppy, lifeless, self-confident, shameless, and even the last humiliation is about to be lost.

Eating the dirtiest food, drinking the dirtiest water, and even stealing from the defenseless people, as a soldier, even the guns that never left him were lost.

You have lived the darkest days, to be precise, and you are no longer a soldier in your own eyes, except for the experience and memory of that fiasco.

You are like ground rats, living in this ruined temple.

Do you know what you look like to the people around you now? It's like a bunch of cysts, a bunch of bedbugs, a bunch of dead waste.

If the battle is like this, if I were you, I would have found a wall and crashed to death. ”