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Ning Jiang looked at the retreating barbarians in the distance, and was silent, behind him, Qin Wuyan came to his side and said, "Master, why haven't they attacked yet?" ”

Ning Jiang said: "Tomorrow!" Tomorrow they will attack, and now they are just preparing. ”

Get ready? Qin Wuyan looked at the old man. Ning Jiang held a feather fan in his hand and said solemnly: "Hmm...... We are also preparing. ”

Soldiers, the land of life and death. Even if he had considerable confidence in himself, Ning Jiang didn't dare to be careless. He is deeply aware that even a small accident may bring about a catastrophe.

In his rear, the generals who were carefully selected by him, and those martial arts people he trusted and had considerable quality, had gathered together, and Xiao Zhang and several other important figures were explaining the battle plan to them. For the generals and commanders here, this practice is unimaginable, in the past battles, it was often those Confucian generals who issued orders, and they carried out the orders, as for the entire battle plan, the superiors did not bother to explain it to them. But now, Ning Hanlin is trying his best to let each of them know their position and various contingency countermeasures, so that they can clearly understand the various complicated situations that will arise on the battlefield tomorrow.

Such a meeting has been held for a long time, and every time, the person who gave them a lesson would wave his hand fiercely at the end: "Remember: shout loudly!" ”

Yes, shouting loudly, in this meeting, "shouting loudly" is the most important thing that has been emphasized countless times.

"Be sure to shout it out!" Among the many orders and disciplines, this is the only one that is most valued and emphasized.

At night, Ning Jiang came to the camp tent and came into contact with the soldiers, encouraging them and cheering them on. Most of these soldiers were defeated from the north, and he used his own way to screen these remnants of the defeated generals, and then inserted the warriors he brought in, among them, those who had been trapped in the ancestral cave with him and had undergone his "closed training" were all placed in key positions. It's not because of cronyism, it's because, at least for now, he knows these people better, and these people trust him more.

For the army of the Great Zhou Dynasty, where there was a "class law", it can be said that it is simply unthinkable to go to the soldiers and contact these lowest-level soldiers like Ning Jiang at the moment.

In fact, in Ning Jiang's view, this is recorded in the history books, the most effective means to boost morale and stabilize the morale of the army, from Wu to Han Xin, the real famous generals in history are all like this, but in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the so-called morale is just a matter of Wenqu Yinfu's literary temperament. On the other hand, there is still such a supernatural thing as civility in this world, and in the Song Dynasty in another world, the status of soldiers is even lower to the point of being like a slave, with a whale character on his face that he can't get rid of for a lifetime, and he can be beaten and scolded.

It is precisely because of this that the morale of the entire Song Dynasty in the face of foreign invasion was unprecedentedly low, at that time, there was not much concept of "country", and the governor did not regard them as human beings, how could they be willing to fight for the commander? As a result, in the face of the attack of foreign enemies, on the city wall, you have to give a reward to shoot arrows, and how many arrows to shoot with a reward. Because in their opinion, they are just making cattle and horses for the commander, and since the commander does not treat them as human beings, how many of them are really willing to fight for the commander?

That night, he didn't stop, he just walked around like this, doing what was probably the easiest thing for him.

At noon on the second day, the common people, who had been rushed in from all directions by the brutes, were driven away by the mob behind them, weeping and silent, and staggered to the fortress ahead, which was rapidly covered but still looked vulgar.

Thousands of powerless people, their eyes hollow, in front of them were arrows against them, and behind them were long barbed whips that whipped them. Under the scorching sun, blood, tears, and sweat were mixed together and seeped into the dry land.

Why did you suffer such a fate? They don't understand, life is like this, farming, paying taxes, endless hard days, originally thought that it was already their everything, but they didn't expect that there was a deeper abyss. In front of them, either they die, or they die with those on the other side, and behind them are the invincible tigers and wolves that oppress them. What should be done at this time...... The question is too far away for them.

Silence can only be silence forever, just like this, in silence, hard to live a lifetime, or die in silence. Sad, painful, in fact, has long been numb. They looked at the ugly position opposite, getting closer and closer in their eyes. With a bang, the last person was hit by a mace and thrown to the side.

The brutes began to drive them, and those behind pushed those in front, and those in front were forced to trot towards the positions in front, and they had begun to approach the rows of rejecting horses, and the arrows from above. A loud roar rang out at this time, "Bastard! The blood light suddenly rushed up. In this unsettling, deathly silence, there was a sudden change that drew everyone to look at it.

However, more roars, also at this time, sounded in all corners of the crowd. "It's death anyway, fight with these guys!" "Fight with these brutes!" Such a roar was so loud that it almost spread to the entire battlefield, and only truly knowledgeable people would understand that this was at least the effect that could only be achieved by the internal force of the grandmaster level.

However, for these ordinary people, it was like a dead lake suddenly rolled up waves, turned into torrents, and rushed up in the direction of moving slowly, at least two or three hundred people turned their heads in unison at this moment, and several of them threw talismans, and in the loud shock, all the people were awakened. Holding the hammer on his head, the brute soldier who had just killed one of them watched in amazement as one of the "people" pulled out his knife from under his rough shirt and slashed at him, never thinking that he would encounter the resistance of the untouchables, the light flashed between his eyebrows, and the red quickly spread, and he fell.

The riot came too suddenly, and the people were driven from the surrounding villages, and the barbarians gathered could not have checked all the people one by one, and when they realized that there were many people who knew martial arts among them, the crowd had already rushed towards them in the shouts of these Jianghu people. A barbarian warrior, trying to suppress these people, the meteor hammer swung suddenly, and the black qi whirled in a large circle with the thorny iron hammer, rushing to the people around him and throwing away in a scream.

A middle-aged Chinese man was at this time, and he paused and slapped his palm, "Drink!" The moment he exhaled, a wall of majestic palm power swooped down, and the barbarian warrior flew backwards, and was immediately overwhelmed by the crowd.

The young man on the hill behind watched all this in silence. The trick of driving people to attack the city is really useful, and the barbarian generals on the opposite side will definitely try again, and it is necessary to deal with it. And for the people of the rivers and lakes, hiding among the people is also a relatively simple matter, and all this has not escaped his calculations. "People" is a very strange concept, most of the time, they are silent, you can rush over, I can rush over. It sounds like water can carry and capsize boats, but most of the time, it just flows along the river.

When he was a student in the world before he traveled through the world, looking at the massacres in history, he would think, why not resist? Obviously, it is death to be tied, and there may be a little way to survive if you resist. Especially like the late Song Dynasty and early Qing Dynasty, why was the majority of the people slaughtered by the smaller side? However, he later learned that silence and patience are a habit that most people follow the crowd. When the outside world changes, they are accustomed to looking around, looking at everyone, when someone takes the lead, they can roll up the earth-shaking torrent, when no one takes the lead, hundreds of thousands of people can be quietly slaughtered by one or two hundred thousand people.

Sometimes, you can't understand how they can be so insensitive. And sometimes, you can't understand why they can sweep everything. People's hearts are scattered, and everyone is like a small drop of water in a quiet river, they have no consciousness of their own, they only know how to follow the trend. Dazed, helpless, numb, unkind, something big happened, take a look at what the people around you do......

"I'm going to die anyway, just fight with these barbarians!" Wu Yu has to practice the Great Yan Palm, and those who dare to go all over the world with pure palm skills on the rivers and lakes must have strong internal strength. His voice resounded, and became the only thought of the people at the moment, and the common people shouted along, turning around under the shouts of the quacks lurking among them, and rushing towards the brutes who drove them with a cry.

The barbarians began to slaughter, slaughter and slaughter, and rows of civilians fell before them, but this unexpected change still disrupted their positions. The camp of Quarry Gorge was opened at this time, and the horses were removed, and the rolling horses rushed out: "Follow me!" "Fight with these brutes!"

The generals who rushed to the front shouted loudly, "shouting" was the most important tactic in their battle, although they could not understand this. The people who rushed towards the barbarians heard the voices from behind, and the Jianghu guests hidden between them were also in high spirits, shouting in unison. The battle broke out at this moment, with fallen corpses and blood sprinkling everywhere.

The cavalry that came out of the camp was divided into two groups according to a spiral-like trajectory, bypassing the people and interspersed with killing the enemy army, which initially caused a great passivity of the barbarians. However, this tactic, which should have worked better, soon became chaotic in the fierce battle, and the infantry following them rushed like a swarm. The young men on the hill were in the cold face and were in no mood to express their opinions and condemn the quality of these officers and men. Fortunately, the generals still remember the most important points of this battle...... Shout loudly.

In the shouts of rushing and killing, there was finally a group effect, and the momentum of the soldiers was like a rainbow. Although most of them were defeated by the remnants of the army who fled from the north, at least in terms of the total number of people, they were actually superior to the other party, and under the momentum of the promotion, even these barbarian generals began to retreat one after another, but the battle situation obviously could not be ended so simply.

In the distance, the barbarian warrior Mu Bugu was full of murderous energy, and behind him, there were still two thousand real warriors who did not enter the battle. These two thousand people are his real elite. This time, he led his troops south, called Iron Cavalry Ten Thousand, in fact, there were only 8,000 soldiers and horses, of which there were several thousand, and the horses he rode were relatively inferior, and he also did things like laying down his hands. At this moment, it was the barbarians who drove the people forward. Of course, in fact, it is these barbarian soldiers who have fought hard, and all of them are warriors in the clan, and in the past month or so, they have all been invincible and almost invincible.

"Kill!" He slammed the big thump, and just led the elite soldiers like this, rushing towards the battlefield. The iron hooves shook the earth, and the murderous aura swept the dust, like a huge tiger, rolling down the mountain. And it was at this time that the second batch of Chinese soldiers and horses also came out, and they shouted loudly, supporting their own side with the momentum of not losing to the other side. The battlefield expanded dramatically, and then expanded, colliding with each other, killing each other.

There is actually a huge disparity in strength, but the advantage is not at all on the side with more people. The latest brutal horseman to enter is almost on a rampage, as if entering a no-man's land. However, this time the battle was different from every previous one. "Kill!" At the moment when a military general fell on his horse, he successfully rolled off the horse, turned over and took a spear, and picked up a brute in front of him.

This general, named Wang Keyuan, has a low status in the army, and can be said to be the lowest rank among the generals. He was originally stationed in Jingzhou, and was defeated all the way from Shizhou, Bingzhou, and Huozhou. Except for the first time, when he saw a brute rushing ten paces away from him, he didn't even see the shadow of the barbarian in the many other defeats. The front makes contact with the enemy, and the whole army is defeated, and the front makes contact with the enemy, and the whole army is defeated...... He fled all the way here in such a continuous cycle, and sometimes, he even wondered whether there were more people trampled and trampled to death by his own people when they fled, or more people were killed by those barbarians?

Later, even in the middle of the night, when he heard the wind, he and the remnants of the soldiers around him would be so frightened that they would jump up, causing the camp to be bombed. Only this time, he was really fighting the enemy. "Fight with them!" "Follow me!" The voices came and went, letting him know that he wasn't fighting alone.

Yes, obviously there are many of us, why do we collapse every time? He had never understood this before, but at this time, he seemed to understand something. One of his wounded companions fell beside him, and he shouted with red eyes: "Get up, follow me!" The spear pierced an enemy like a dragon, and beside him, the man struggled to pick up the knife in his hand, and with the same roar, rushed at the damned brutes again...... (To be continued.) )