As usual, it was a gloomy morning in Zouping City, and the spring of recovery failed to bring any vitality to the city, and people mechanically lived carefully in this troubled world according to their own philosophy of survival. The days are hard and uneventful.

Although the Heavenly Dao Army has not committed any offense to the people in the past few days since it entered the city, it even opened the official warehouse to help them. But the people were still careful to avoid the soldiers who exuded the aura of tigers and wolves. The trace of respect for the Heavenly Dao Army in my heart can't withstand the fear in my heart after all, but in the chaotic times, not everyone just wants to survive in the world, whether they are ambitious or ambitious, in short, there are many people who pin their hopes for changing their fate on this army that claims to be from the Song Kingdom. After the conscription of the Heavenly Dao Army ended, there were also a hundred and ten people who failed to recruit from the Heavenly Dao Army, and they were unwilling to come to the barracks early to try to get some opportunities.

However, what made them curious was that today, the gate of the barracks was unguarded.

Then there were nine rows of gunshots, and the sound pierced the hearts of those people. Just as they were guessing. A pitch-black coffin came out of the barracks.

The soldiers carrying the coffin were sad and quiet, and the first white-clothed young man held the coffin and sang with the group of soldiers in a sad tone.

Wu Gexi was rhinoceros armor, and the car was wrong and short-handed.

The sun covers the enemy like a cloud, and the arrows and fallen soldiers compete for the first.

……

Cheng is both brave and martial, and he is strong and invincible.

The body is dead, the god is the spirit, and the soul of the child is the ghost.

The people didn't know the meaning of this song, but they were all infected by the sadness and magnificence of this song, and their hearts seemed to become more and more sad with the group of coffin bearers, and then they became sad, and then they became stronger. There was no more noise among them, and the group of coffin bearers silently carried it.

The pace of the team was very slow and steady, and after leaving the barracks, the team came to the main street of Zouping City, and the singing was then heard by some students.

It is Qu Yuan's "National Martyrdom".

In their eyes, they were also surprised to hear this ancient masterpiece from the mouths of this group of reckless men, and at the same time, they also had a much better impression of this group of sergeants.

The people of Zouping looked curiously from their windows, and the disobedient children were also held in their arms by their parents early, looking at this group of strange soldiers.

Those coffins should be the sergeants who died yesterday, and that young man should be the leader of this heroic army, can resist the Mongol Tatars, can be so sympathetic to the soldiers, the southern country may really be the Central Plains.

Unconsciously, the people subconsciously became closer to this army.

After half an hour, the team finally came to the Tai Sui Temple in the west of the city, and Zhao Zheng asked people to put these coffins on the cremation table. The raging fire makes the hearts of the soldiers surge.

Those brothers who took the first step had already ascended to immortality.

Although Ning Weishi agreed with him in every possible way at this time, it didn't seem necessary to be so specialized: "The military heart has long been as stable as a rock, so hard work, and I also asked the teacher for advice or two." ”

"The heart of the army, the heart of the people, turn to Shandong...... Maybe I want to go back here again in the future, so I just want to use Zouping's people's will again next time. Zhao Zheng said intermittently, this whim trip to Shandong, this sudden war encounter seemed to make him calm down a lot.

It seems that I haven't seen the teacher smile for some days, Ning Weishi thought so.

Zhao Zheng looked at the strong men watching outside the crematorium, and pointed: "The people's hearts are available, let them quietly enter the barracks tonight, give them some armor and weapons, and have some self-protection power." ”

Zhao Zheng is imaginative. Although Ning Weishi is extremely intelligent, he doesn't know Zhao Zheng's specific intentions, he will leave Zouping tomorrow, what can he learn overnight? And what can be left?

"Half of the ashes are left in Zouping, which is the land of the Great Song Dynasty sooner or later, and it is also the homeland, and it is also a place to witness their exploits. Zhao Zheng made a decision that surprised everyone, but he thought it was true.

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In Jinan Mansion, Torre listened to Su Tu's statement of the situation that day, and as if he had fallen into an ice cave, Torre looked at him, and the sarcasm in his eyes was clear.

"No poison is not a husband, although your daughter is a woman, she also deserves the name of a husband."

Wanyan Gong's face was like ashes, his mouth was stammering, and he didn't beg for mercy, there was only a resentment left in his heart, that evil obstacle, did he really hate himself so much?

Torre looked like a dead dog paralyzed on the ground, and he didn't show the slightest interest in him, and the lion was not in the mood to kill a mouse, so he waved his hand to drag Wan Yan Gong down. However, even if he was a martial artist, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed when he thought of the variables of the situation in Shandong.

Wanyan Qianwu put on a desperate posture, he is bound to be distracted in Shandong, and now the decisive battle with the Jin State is imminent, if you want to block Wanyan Qianwu and prevent your Eastern Route Army from being attacked by the enemy, let alone 20,000 Mongolian elites, and from today's report from Su Tu, 20,000 is afraid that it is overstretched.

The combat power of the army in Zouping made Torre's heart heavy, the army that could kill hundreds of Mongolian elites in a one-on-one field battle was not the absolute elite of that woman, who would let his most elite troops go deep alone, this is a demonstration fang, although it is important, it can still be discarded. Just think about all this, no doubt does not make Torre feel angry and heavy.

Torre weighed the situation in his mind and finally made a decision.

"That bundle is not reached, you lead 5,000 troops, enter Gaoyuan, and go straight to Boxing."

"Beggar, you lead 10,000 troops to Jinling Town, and the soldiers come to Yidu Mansion, just test it."

"Nada Hexing, you tell Li Pu, don't toss anymore, let him attack Laizhou at all costs, as long as it drags on for a year and a half, what if Ben Shuai grants him a throne?"

"Meng Ge, you lead 20,000 pioneers south to Tai'an, and you want to attack Jianghuai."

"Ning Biche, you go south to the Song Kingdom and ask them, can they still manage this crazy woman in Shandong? Give me an answer within a month, otherwise this commander will personally lead 200,000 troops south! ”

Bicheche is a Mongolian official position, in charge of the documents for the Great Khan, which is equivalent to the early Mongolian Zhongshu Order, which is high and powerful, and most of them are foreigners. This is also a helpless move by Mongolia, the clan is all tiger and wolf people, and it is more difficult to find a literati bachelor than to ascend to the sky, as long as you use aliens.

Torrey made such a decision to get rid of Shandong's worries as soon as possible, of course, he didn't mind sweeping Shandong directly with the power of thunder, but it would take a lot of effort to do so, and the Wokotai side had already captured Hezhong Mansion and was in Luoyang City, and in the battle of Jin, he had fallen behind Wokotai for too much time, and who could take the lead in Bianjing was related to the final battle for the Khan's throne.

Although the wild bees are not fatal, they can sting painfully, and in Torrey's view, the Guiyi army is like a swarm of bees buzzing in front of him, unbearable, and it takes a lot of effort to deal with it thoroughly.

"I also told the south that if you cooperate with Ben Shuai, what if you give them two roads in Shandong." When the stick goes down, it is natural to throw two sweet dates, although Torre is not an outstanding politician, but he is indeed a first-class strategist. There are still some means and visions for this period.

"And send a head to that crazy woman." Torre said indifferently, whether you want to be crazy or retreat, in short, you have to make Shandong completely quiet in the past few months.

"Great Khan, what should I do with that rat that ran to Zouping?" Su Tu was angry about Zou Ping's defeat, and although he called the Heavenly Dao Army a mouse, he regarded it as a wolf in his heart.

In this battle of Zouping, Torre did not severely punish Su Tu, firstly, the loss was not large, and secondly, the five hundred elites were warriors under Su Tu's own account, and the loss was his own, so he only confiscated some cattle and sheep.

"There is no food at home and nothing is afraid of being broken by it, not to mention that this is not our home at all, about this matter, Ben Shuai has his own arrangements, you don't need to interfere."

Torre's cold words undoubtedly showed his distrust of Su Tu's ability, which was like falling into an ice cave for Su Tu.

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A group of special people ushered in the barracks of Zouping City tonight, the people who expressed their desire to join the Heavenly Dao Army in the past few days, but were brushed down, and they were ready to develop them into militias according to Zhao Zheng's wishes.

The overnight rush of assault training is obviously very hasty, the combat effectiveness of this militia and civilians must not have improved much, in Ning Weishi's opinion, this is mostly Zhao Zheng's temporary idea, although it is a genius idea, but the time is too short, it is destined to be a useless work.

After the basic military training and ideological mobilization were over, Zhao Zheng asked three Mongolian prisoners to be brought over.

He looked at the militiamen who were still in a state of excitement and decided to vent the anger in their hearts more directly.

"Ten months ago, Zouping City was broken, and you must still remember the tragic situation that day, and now I give you a chance to fight blood feuds." After Zhao Zheng finished speaking, the eyes of the militiamen calmed down.

They looked at the three fierce Mongols with evasive eyes, as if they were still afraid of the tragedy that the Mongols brought to them that day.

A soldier must be stained with blood before he can become a real soldier, and Zhao Zheng's approach not only trains these people who are still ordinary people today, but also has the meaning of accepting a name.

"Who's coming! We're going to leave soon. After tonight, I am afraid that it will not be so easy for you to avenge each other. Zhao Zheng's voice was not particularly high, but it had a penetrating power.

But still no one dared to move.

Zhao Zheng looked at his eyes, sighed, and turned around to leave.

At this moment, a militiaman, cowering, stood up, as if making a big decision to let the hatred in his heart overcome fear.

Zhao Zheng wordlessly handed him a knife, the bound Mongolian soldier's face was twisted and hideous, speaking Mongolian language that people couldn't understand, and the hysterical shouting did not frighten the militiaman who stood up, but made him feel a kind of pleasure.

The knife fell, but the first knife did not immediately kill the other party, never killed anyone and never knew how thick the human skin was, the knife slashed obliquely into the back of the neck of the Mongolian Tartar, blood gushed out, the Mongolian Tartar had no strength to struggle, but he was not dead. The militiaman slashed at him like madness, venting his hatred until he was exhausted, and the body of the Mongol Tartar was no longer human.

Zhao Zheng handed him a handkerchief, but the nervous militia was frightened, and then realized that he was rude and hurriedly confessed.

Zhao Zheng stopped and asked, "What's your name?" ”

For some reason, the man's body seemed to suddenly burst into a burst of electricity, and he replied with a stammer: "Tian, Tian Sanqi." ”

Zhao Zheng nodded and comforted him, and then said to the other militiamen: "There are two Mongolian Tatars, who will come?" ”

With the beginning of the person, the fear seems to disappear. The other people scrambled to be afraid of using their knives to vent at the two Mongol Tartars. (To be continued.) )