Lao Wang holds a knife in his left hand, holds a card in his right hand, and gently shakes his body from time to time, turning to the side to let his hand cover most of the vital points of his upper body

You can keep the vigilance of the march with less effort, and you can block the arrows fired from a distance by adjusting the angle slightly, or unload the sword that is slashed in front of you to the next plate.

He is forty-five years old this year, which can be regarded as a veteran oilman, since he was a teenager who was tricked into the baggage team to be a pawn for a bite to eat, he has been in the army for so long that everyone has forgotten his original name, and only this daily nickname remains.

Behind the reckless sons and brothers in the army, giving them the aftermath and acting for the tiger or something, he is already commonplace, and he is a little tired of enduring their disgust and ridicule, being a cow and a horse.

At the last moment, he gave up on himself and hacked to death the soldiers who were frantically urging them to fall behind, desperately trying to buy time after the break, and turned to these enemies armed with long guns to abandon their weapons and surrender, so he got some kind of observation and retention status, and then became a team officer of these less reliable former officers and soldiers.

He gently licked his lips with his tongue, even though he had just drunk water. In just a short period of time, he changed his hostile identity to face those nominal comrades in the army and couldn't help but make him a little complicated, not knowing whether this choice was right or wrong, and not knowing what the future should be.

He glanced again at the sailors who accompanied him on the march, these lightly armed troops, shirtless and short-crotched, with only half-body lock-lock vests, carrying scimitars for melee combat or short spears for throwing and fighting, and half of them carrying crossbow receivers or short bows, which looked the most conspicuous.

After encountering, dispersing, and capturing more than a dozen rebels who were taking advantage of the fire, and watching the surviving men, women, and children, crying or cowering, running out of the various street buildings, crying and crying, and asking for help, and then being driven into a group by the auxiliaries and taken to the rear.

His depressed and bumpy mood was only slightly soothed, as if he was doing something more correct and vaguely in line with his conscience.

After some kind of persuasion and compromise, I finally decided to send troops to assist the marines and enter the city. And Lu You was left behind as my liaison and coordinator, which can be regarded as a little bit of my heart for the deer in Longque Garden.

Between the port area and the urban area, in addition to the embankment, there are also large lakes and ponds and stacked houses, and the marines stand in front, and we follow behind, slowly clearing the streets and laying out the route.

On the roofs and between the eaves, there were people climbing and jumping, following the steps of the group, scouts who were watching from above.

Stepping into a fiasco city, I can't help but frown greatly, although we have seen this kind of scene a lot, but it still makes me feel touched and disgusted, without him, full of eyes, these officers and soldiers do too rough and indiscriminate work......

We are here to fight in the states, although we also rob, not without the work of burning villages and destroying villages, but it belongs to the kind of orderly and organized technical work, trying to avoid accidents and unnecessary resistance,

I don't have such a high moral purity, nor am I a fake virgin cleansing, but I also need booty and other harvests to boost morale and cultivate the centripetal force of the soldiers.

It's just that in my opinion, indulging the soldiers' wanton burning, killing, and plundering to restore fù and boost morale is obviously a thing that outweighs the losses and is extremely cost-effective.

Not only did it waste the materials and human resources that could have been used on the spot, leaving behind a piece of ruins and hatred that could not be recycled and created value, but also broke the constraints of discipline and the lower limit of morality in the army.

Of course, the so-called military also has morality, but it is different from the moral category of ordinary people, belonging to the large collective, obeying and executing orders to the letter, and cultivating a special moral concept in the friendship between life and death.

The superiority and class order of the upper and lower levels, and the goodwill and mutual assistance between comrades-in-arms, are also part of the order system. It is not the same thing for them to cooperate with each other to kill enemies and rebels who take up arms on the battlefield, and to slaughter unsuspecting civilians for no reason.

Once the control power of the initiative is lost, it is not so good to take it back, so that the soldiers are accustomed to violence against the weak to vent, even if the commander has reason and authority, it is easy to be coerced by the solitary and violent actions of his subordinates, and go further and further in the direction of deviating from the path of chaos and self-destruction......

The modern neon army is the best negative example and lesson

Therefore, I would rather waste a little more effort and twists and turns, but also maintain my control and influence over the army, and what they can and cannot do must be done with strict discipline and reflexive conduct, and spontaneously control within the basic framework formulated by my will.

After all, I can't brainwash my subordinates into the same modern morality as me, so I have to give them a reason, a reasonable reason, such as basic honor and discipline, combined with material and verbal encouragement and praise......

I thought so until there was another commotion and fighting in front of me.

"Report, the Navy encountered a large group of chaotic soldiers blocking the road, and they are fighting fiercely......"

"The White Soldiers of the Third Capital have already gone up to support......

"The first and second teams of the fourth capital began to fight...... The White Soldiers are taking a circuitous way"

"The first is ready to answer ......"

However, after a few small cannons, apparently mounted on large carts and used as sharp weapons for attacking, the shouts of the battle, which did not last long, ended hastily, with an undisguised shout of cheer.

"Report, the Marine Corps has found the target and has begun to retreat"

The flag soldier who ran errands and delivered the message reported again

"Inform my ministry of the plan."

I saw the sailors of the Marines, escorted by a few figures on the face of a great enemy, walking on foot until they entered a cart that had been temporarily reinforced and thickened, and Cai breathed a sigh of relief.

They were followed by a number of wounded and stretchers who were carried on stretchers, apparently also members of the Marine Corps who had previously been lost and trapped in the city.

This is what they call mysterious, so that these officers and soldiers of the sailors who are not good at street warfare will break into the city several times to find and search and rescue at any cost, involving powerful bigwigs and the sailors who protect them?

However, this has little to do with me, and after completing the agreement with the sailors, I will hand over the defense area and the prisoners, and they will "assist" me in recruiting the ships in the harbor to go to sea and leave this land of right and wrong.

After all, transporting an entire army and its equipment and carrying baggage to sea is not a simple matter. Sometimes ignorance is a blessing, and I thought about it, and I was trying to tell them to pack up and go home.

Suddenly, I heard a muffled sound that was quite close, and then the movement of something breaking and collapsing. I couldn't help but turn my head to look, but I couldn't see anything.

I only felt that there was some commotion on the other side of the marines, and they accelerated their speed and rushed forward, but they were mixed with my men and horses, and some of them were congested. couldn't help pushing and shouting at each other.

Then there was another muffled sound, this time closer and more distinct, and most people could be sure what it was

"It's the sound of shelling"

"Did you fire a cannon at sea......

Left and right were shocked.

"Misdirection,......

I said flatly

"It's not a distance that can be reached on a ship......

Before the words fell, I heard a murmuring sound of some kind of air, and in the crowd of the marines not far away, it suddenly seemed like a spring, and a large puddle of flesh and blood exploded.

Like a huge blood flower blooming on the ground, the unknown debris was thrown out, and the popping sound splashed like raindrops on the heads and faces of the surrounding people, dyeing a large patch of bright red and white mottled

It looked bloody and cruel, and at this time, lying on our knees and lying on the ground in a mess, all kinds of screams and wails came to our ears.

"Spread out and look for cover"

I had time to say this, and then I heard Peng's voice, and another large splash of blood splattered near me.

As soon as I raised my hand to make a protective gesture, I felt that something had hit me heavily in the face, and I couldn't see it, and I groaned in the dark, and I lost my balance and rolled to the ground.

Lying on the ground, after a few suffocating breaths, all kinds of anxious calls.

"The Lord"

"Mention ......"

"Rank ......"

"All know ......"

I was helped up and wiped the dirt from my face, and then I saw a face full of care, worry and nervousness, and then it turned into some kind of heartfelt happiness and relief.

I felt that my face was extremely sore, and my lips and nose were all hot and painful to lose my sense of touch

"What about casualties......

I found myself being dragged under the eaves of the street and asked.

"Everyone is fine, only some flesh wounds"

A voice next to me responded, but it was Zhang Lizheng, the first deputy of the capital,

"It's Your Mount"

Following his line of sight, I saw that in the original position of the red tiger, only the back half of the saddle was left with the gallbladder of the horse, and the horse's head and forelimbs were gone.

I turned my head to look for it again, but I was startled, but the huge head of the red tiger was resting on the wall, staring at us with lifeless pupils, and looking at us with a rather stern and terrifying posture.

Well, Red Tiger, you can go again in peace, I silently thought.

On the other side of the street, the marines were already dead and wounded, and all kinds of soldiers with broken arms and legs were lying in several pools of radial blood, groaning and climbing.

There are also people who don't seem to see the scars, dyed with blood and motionless on the ground, or all kinds of people who can't get up are going to die or live, a miserable scene.

"Go and help them......"

I shouted

"No......"

Some figures hunched over and rushed over, seeing their flexible and neat figures, I sighed, the usual room artillery training, finally not in vain.

"Come and ...... a hand"

"Kill it......"

At this time, at the other end of the excuse, there were all kinds of roars, and the special carriage loaded with "important people" seemed to have been broken by the debris that had been stirred up, and it fell directly to the ground.

But there was a loud bang on the wall, and in the dust fragments splashed, half of the pillars of the eaves were broken, and pieces fell on their heads, and they suddenly screamed and screamed, and their heads fell to the ground one after another, and half of the carriage was buried.

"Kill,"

At this time, on the other side of the street, a large wave of rebels appeared again, roaring and screaming.

The rest of the marines on the street rushed forward almost bravely, took off the crossbow machine and pulled the box, and shot quickly, instantly overturning a lot of the enemies in the front row, and then drew their scimitars and slashed forward.

But a little farther behind them, it seemed that they had just lost their commander, and because they were frightened by the shelling, and there were more sailors, but they turned and fled with shouts, leaving these comrades who were fighting.

"Gunner......

I roared in a state of impatience. Your sister's sailors really have times when they can't be relied on

"And Lao Tzu's artillery team......"

"Here"

The pacesetter Mu Long shouted, leading this group of men and horses to rush past me. Then it came out of the shelter buildings like a tide

There are also the two small cannons tied to the cart, almost while pushing and trotting while filling the eggs, and then stuffing a sealed wooden cake into it.

Incense sticks were lit in front of the sparse and unyielding figures who had been slaughtered and knelt down on their knees covered in bruises.