Zhang Jun pondered for a long time, but after all, he still didn't tell his uncle about the hidden worries in his heart. It was the autumn harvest season, and it was a dangerous thing to recklessly recruit large numbers of laborers into the army, and then send them to the front in a hurry.

Not to mention what kind of combat effectiveness these hastily assembled laborers will show if they are pulled into the battlefield without training. Even if they have 30,000 people at the moment, the role they can play must be far less than that of thousands of county soldiers. This situation can be seen thoroughly even by Zhang Jun, a young man with a weak crown, and it is impossible for Zhang Mao, who is the military and political governor of a state, not to know.

It's just that in the face of this critical situation, Zhang Mao has lost his basic calmness and ability to control the situation. Almost all the elite mobile troops of the state were besieged on the front line of Qinzhou, which was dominated by Jicheng and Sangbi, at this time. At this time, it is no exaggeration to say that there are few soldiers left in the state. On the one hand, it was the army of Liu Zhao that was aggressive and attacked in a big way, and on the other hand, it was a Liangzhou that had almost no military strength to handle. Therefore, Zhang Mao made this current choice, which can also be seen to be helpless.

Although Zhang Jun wanted to advise, he did not have a good solution in the face of the current grim situation in the state. Therefore, there was no word to stop it. It's just that in his heart, it is clouded with a layer of haze. This method has not been favored since it was not implemented.

Zhang Jun is gone. Zhang Mao saw some clues from his nephew's expression of wanting to speak and stopping. He could also roughly think of what his nephew had not been able to say. However, at this time, he was also like a person who was forced into a corner. This state mobilization is also the only way he can think of to save Liangzhou.

As for the livelihood and suffering of those people in the lower classes, he couldn't care about it. Zhang Mao was originally a generous and benevolent person. However, in order to keep Liangzhou, the inheritance left by his father, from being destroyed in his own hands, he would rather bear the infamy and the spurning of those poor people, but he still has to do it.

Not for anything else. Just looking at the back of his nephew walking through the corridor, Zhang Jun's eyes were already filled with tears unconsciously. At this moment, no external force can be counted on. Liangzhou wants to save itself, and the only way is now. Just looking at his mature nephew, Zhang Mao firmly believes that the infamy and spurning he bears are worth it.

The court will let your uncle carry these too heavy things for you. I firmly believe that one day in the future, you will definitely lead Liangzhou to become strong, and you yourself will grow from a stubborn young man who walks in Yiyi to a great hero in Liangzhou and even in the north!

Zhang Jun walked slowly back to his room with a staggering and slow pace. This heavy step is a lament to the catastrophe caused by Liangzhou at this time. Just tonight, I don't know how many families in the state are about to face the immediate separation, as well as the upcoming separation of yin and yang.

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"I'm ready to stand up!" On the platform outside Lingju County, Sima in the county was shouting at the top of the stage and shouting at the crowd of black people in front of the stage. In the sea of people, there are recruits who are either childish or old.

Hearing Sima's shout, some of the women and old women who had said goodbye were pulled out of the line by the soldiers around the school yard, and then, the kind of whimpering or howling that everything had was drowned in another circle of people outside the soldiers. The soldiers around the school yard that separated the two groups of people seemed to be a well-defined dividing line. The people in the circle are all people who have responded to the call and have to go to the battlefield of life and death in order for their families not to have to pay the heavy tax of one stone per acre, while outside the circle are the families of those recruits who survived for this.

Although they are temporary recruits, the proportion of gray-haired elderly people among them is by no means a minority. The county Sima who was standing on the platform shouted at the top of his voice for a long time, but he could only silence the noisy team. However, these undisciplined newcomers still stood in a mess, and under the repeated orders of the generals among them, they still failed to form a neat formation.

Now, the county Sima standing on the stage has more than a headache. Let him lead such a chaotic team to support the battle in Jincheng, what good result can he get? Although the new recruits here plus all the county soldiers in Lingju County are close to the scale of 5,000 people. He himself went from a county Sima who commanded a thousand people to a county Sima who commanded three armies under his command. But what's the use? Rather than go to the battlefield with such an undisciplined and chaotic army, he would rather only bring his own thousands of people to help. Even if this war is doomed to failure, he can at least hold out for a while longer.

However, I don't know what the envoy had in his mind, he actually forced the counties and counties to organize such a rabble to go to the rescue. These messy recruits, a few days ago, were honest farmers who worked with hoes. Don't talk about holding a knife and fighting the enemy to the death. I'm afraid that the vast majority of people in it have never killed even a chicken. Go to war with such an "army"? It's just a joke!

In this team, except for those childish children who have not faded, and the old people whose faces are covered with weather, there are still some people, but they stand firmly in the team, no matter how noisy they are, they do not move at all.

Seeing that he roared more than a dozen times on the Dianjiang platform, he couldn't get a decent team to be discharged below, so he was furious, and he walked off the Dianjiang platform in three steps and two steps, and walked towards the front of the chaotic team.

Dozens of paces away, the cries of the family members separated by the soldiers could still be heard clearly. The people in the team who were about to set foot on the battlefield could not bear the fear in their hearts and the longing for their loved ones who were about to be separated. Among them, there were still many soldiers in disheveled armor, stretching out their heads to look in the direction of their relatives.

The county Sima walked briskly to the front row in front of a half-grown child who was less than seven feet tall. The child was turning his head to look at his loved one. Under the reminder of his companion beside him, he realized that the majestic officer on the podium was walking towards him. He turned his head and looked timidly at the county Sima who was striding over.

The county Sima walked in front of the child, stretched out his hand and slapped him. The emaciated, long-term malnourished child's body suddenly turned uncontrollably in half a circle, and then fell to the side and back under the action of inertia. He was quickly restrained by his companions behind him, and he barely fell, but the county Sima who slapped him just now did not lose half of his anger. He pulled out the ring knife at his waist, raised it with one hand, and was about to slash at the child!