Xiao Liang Qiben rushed to the military camp in front of him with 500 strong pirates.

The barracks were in tatters, and the original walls had collapsed and broken, but some hemp was used to pack some sand to block up the incomplete places. Behind that, Xiao Liang had clearly seen that it was a group of shivering people, and this was not an army at all. His 500 murderers who can fight well rush over, and they will collapse in an instant.

When he took the lead in charging forward, he found an unusual situation, because on a newly plugged gap, a majestic body, standing there firmly, although he was still wearing the clothes of the people, and it was patches on patches, but the momentum he showed made Xiao Liang feel chills in his heart. And what made him even more strange was that to the left and right of this majestic body, an old man with pale hair and a thin child stood there like a group of statues.

It was precisely because these three people stood there that Xiao Liang found a strange phenomenon, that is, all the people behind the dilapidated camp defense line, in the face of their fierce enemies, did not show the appearance of collapse at all, but the twists on their faces because of fear and courage were entangled, which made them more imposing.

Facing the guy standing there abruptly, an old man and a young man, Xiao Liang laughed coldly in his heart. Minfu is Minfu, not a soldier who has really seen blood, as long as he runs a few dozen steps ahead, the huge pressure will make them collapse in a blink of an eye, and when they take a step forward, they will turn around and run away.

But after running for 10 steps, they didn't notice that the people on the other side had begun to flee in panic.

Well, just 10 more steps forward, and they're going to break down.

The enemy still did not flee. Well, take another 10 steps, for the toughest enemy on the other side will crumble when they are a mile away from him, and then all that remains is for him to take these men with him, to their unsuspecting backs, to slay them, and to search for their heads.

The enemy was getting closer and closer, Yang Kuang stood firmly on the camp wall and stood still, his father and his son were standing on his left and right. Death was coming, and he could already feel the shivering of the signs behind him, and the smell of urine had begun to come from the air.

Turning his head slightly, he looked at his father, the veteran who was not related to him, and then at the son who was not related by blood.

The veteran firmly held a spear in his hand, his son had a shield in his left hand and a steel knife in his right hand, their steps did not move, their bodies did not shake, they were as firm as themselves.

With the passage of time, Yang Kuang clearly felt that the firmness of his ancestors and grandchildren for three generations was slowly extending to the left and right, the trembling voice had been reduced, and the smell of urine was gone. Looking to the left and right, all the signatories have become strong. And at this time, their own brothers, who were originally alone with 10 people, gave up the 10 people they originally commanded, moved closer to themselves, and finally united by their side.

Yang Kuang stomped on the low camp wall under his feet, facing the five hundred brothers below who were living and dying together, and in the face of the five thousand frightened and helpless signatories, he shouted loudly: "Brothers, people, the camp wall under our feet can't let us rely on it at all, what we can rely on is only the determination and will to kill the enemy." The voice was steady and calm, but then it was very high-pitched: "But here my father and my son stand, and our ancestors and grandchildren have been the strong walls of the camp. You can run away in fear, but I will never do, and our grandparents will never do it. I don't blame you for your escape, but the three generations of our ancestors and grandchildren will block the enemy who pursues you for your escape, behind you are millions of people in Hangzhou, in front of us are our ancestors and grandchildren, and on the opposite side are only five hundred enemies, whether to follow me to fight and win, or run away in embarrassment, and finally die inexplicably under the enemy's butcher's knife, you choose. ”

The eyes of the 500 brothers under Yang Kuang were full of admiration for Yang Kuang, and suddenly burst out with a neat shout: "Thousands of years of righteousness, life and death together." ”

The response and shouts immediately spread for four weeks, sparsely at first, then earth-shattering, chaotic at first, then uniform.

In the eyes of those signatories, the father and son of the Yang family now want to fight to the death for everyone, so what is they missing?

Cowardice only comes from the heart, but cowardice can be dissipated into a shapeless smoke under the inspiration and call of the hero, and under the call of the hero, the justice that exists in the heart can form a strong wall.

The northern city wall that protects the safety of the Han nation is just a formality, and what really makes him resist foreign humiliation is the heart of unity.

"Sign Ding, take three steps back to watch the battle, my brother originally followed my ancestors and grandchildren to meet the enemy together."

It's definitely not a matter of presumption, it's the smartest option.

Signings have never been through war, and they have never seen blood, and most of them have never even killed a chicken. You can expect these people who don't even dare to kill chickens to kill people face-to-face, especially in the absence of tall city walls as psychological support, and face-to-face fighting with the enemy, it is simply unrealistic. So what is really realistic is that let these people see that the enemy is not a demon, and it is not invulnerable, and letting these brothers of their own give the enemy a head-on blow will reduce their fear. In fact, this is the difference between this and Hangzhou. As a result, Mao Yulong's recommendation was correct, and this Yang Kuang was indeed able to grasp the psychology of both the enemy and us.

In principle, I would like to thank the enemy for despising me, but I sent out 500 enemies, and I have 500 good brothers who lived and died together, aside from those people. Both sides are equal in number, but here they are far superior to the enemy in firearms.

Of course, the bandit troops of the Japanese and Yan Siqi in this era are more familiar with firearms, they are not called fire guns, they are called iron cannons. The thickness of the barrel is greater than that of the gun made by the Ministry of Industry of the Ming Dynasty, and the explosion rate is very low.

However, the firing range of this kind of iron cannon used by individual soldiers is far lower than that of the modern Ming Dynasty, that is, the cannon with a lengthened cannon body. With 2,000 poles in his hands, he is definitely enough for the enemy on the opposite side to drink a pot.

In fact, the current battle to defend Hangzhou, whether it is at the Houchao Gate on the Qiantang River, the Wangjiang Gate in the south, and the military camp here, is a psychological warfare.

Let's see who can train a group of new soldiers who are not warriors in this short period of time, and then train them into veterans. The commanders of the three gates each have their own methods, and the most difficult one is Yang Kuang in this military camp.

However, the most calm is still this Yang Kuang. WeChat pays attention to "excellent reading literature", chats about life, and looks for confidants~

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