Even if you die, you have to use your soul for the price of a glass of wine.

I have to say that this is full of black humor and the cunning of Chinese small farmers.

But many times, this is what ordinary people know about heroes.

In the Dragon Boat Festival every year, I don't see anyone who goes to the river because the head of state does not listen to persuasion, and there are many kings in history who do not listen to persuasion! Except for Qian who thought the water was too cold at the end of the Ming Dynasty, many other people may be able to say that the country is not dead. So, at least the monarch doesn't accept the right words, the country is destroyed, and the loyal ministers go to the water, it's always a sad day, right?

In the elated and courageous dragon boat race, how can there ever be a little sorrow? The zongzi are wrapped and steamed out of the pot, which is the joy of children and the proof of the craftsmanship of skilled women. Which loser dares to do this, I'm afraid that the elders' crutches will be of good use - anyway, Dr. Qu has been dead for so long, the body is long gone, and he still throws zongzi into the river, is there something wrong?

Therefore, there is nothing to blame for the practice of this guard, just like the commemoration of Dr. Qu by ordinary people, and there are very few people who think that Qu Yuan is not a person worthy of admiration and remembrance, right? But if the steamed zongzi is thrown into the river, even the two fools at the head of the village can't do such a thing.

The guard general is not a second fool, and he even stopped Shi Jianfei, who was even more stupid than the second fool, from acting stupidly.

This is the reason why Ding Yi wanted to build a college, and in times of peace, it doesn't matter.

But in this era, the army without faith has the same mind as the guards, and no matter how many people there are, it is definitely not what Ding Yi expected.

In the black night, the autumn wind was heavy, stirring as if there were invisible gods and Buddhas fighting between heaven and earth, and when the sound of horses' hooves and horns came from the fierce wind, those young men on duty were a little timid, only to feel in the dark. There are countless demons around.

Ding Yi grabbed Du Ziteng, who was about to blow the whistle, and shook his head.

It may be cruel to do so, but it's a shortcut to the fastest growth for students.

Ding Yi didn't have much time for them, even if it cost blood and life, these students had to mature as much as possible, he lowered his voice and said to Du Ziteng: "Steady." In fact, what he didn't say was: as long as there is no collapse, there will be more casualties, and they should be allowed to go through the training.

Isn't the reason for bringing them out of the grassland just to let them experience blood and fire?

Dante was soon disappointed.

Of course, Ding Yi didn't mind this disappointment. That means his students are better than he expected.

"Enemy attack!" The shrill voice was accompanied by a copper whistle, which was Ding Junyue's voice.

Among the eight hundred students, or the ninety-two sentinels on duty, Ding Junyue was not necessarily the first to hear these voices; But she was the first to struggle out of the horror of the enemy's pressure and react correctly. The person who sounded the brass whistle and sounded the alarm. In the past two years, the repetition of training day after day has taken effect, and one after another copper whistles have sounded.

Then there is the collection of the rows. Pressing the brass whistle is an emergency enemy situation. Therefore, they did not assemble at the company level, and immediately rushed to the pre-designated positions after the roll call. The whole camp was full of voices one after another, but it was chaotic and orderly. Ding Yi looked at it and nodded, and said to Du Ziteng: "Assemble the cavalry platoon." That is, Ding Yi's twenty-eight personal guards.

Ding Yi opened the equipment box as he spoke, and began to put on his armor. Du Ziteng opened his mouth, but finally didn't say anything, and quickly ran to gather those guards, because he looked at Ding Yi's eyes and movements. saw an unsheathed knife, at least, the current Ding Yi, there was no need to use this only rapid reaction force to stay by his side on the battlefield to protect.

On the battlefield, swords and arrows have no eyes, Ding Yi never despises the enemy, every enemy.

So he carefully put on his armor, put on a black battle robe, and led the war horse into the darkness, beside him, there were twenty-eight personal guards that Du Ziteng had assembled. Ding Yi nodded at Du Ziteng, who greeted him, and the latter gave an order: "The cavalry platoon is here, stand upright, and rest on the spot!" ”

They sat down in unison, and even the horses were comforted and lay down on the ground, and they did not make any sound, like a group of grim reapers, who, if they appeared, would only reap the life. Ding Yi nodded slightly, and did not pay more attention to this cavalry platoon, maybe in the coming days, cavalry still has its irreplaceable significance, but this is a branch of the army that will eventually be eliminated.

He paid close attention to the situation in each position, and Du Ziteng also sent two cavalrymen to each company as liaisons.

At this time, the cavalry of the steppe had rushed through the first ring of fire as a guard from the west, and they skillfully carried the heads of their horses, and galloped between the first and second rings, galloping from west to east, and then they opened their bows and threw on their galloping horses, although they had the advantage of exposing their whereabouts, but also had a better advantage, especially this covering projectile, the wind would carry the arrows farther. After shooting this round, the cavalry quickly cut to the northeast and disappeared into the boundless darkness.

So, as if there was an endless stream of enemies, they rushed out of the darkness, launched, and fled again.

At this time, from behind the chest-high low walls facing the north, from time to time there were cries of terror and cries, and then the continuous collision of feathered arrows and armor and shields soon drowned out this sound, and for a moment, behind those breastworks on the north side was like an innumerable blacksmith's shop, clanging non-stop.

Less than ten breaths later, there were already several miserable screams behind the breastwork of the first line in the north, although those teenagers were wearing the same armor as Ding Yi and preparing large shields. But after all, it is a young man with little strength, and the heavy shield carries ten breaths, and he has to withstand the impact of falling feather arrows, and he will soon be unable to withstand it, and when the shield is taken off, layers of arrow rain will begin to fall on his body, and the torso with armor may still be able to block it, and the limbs without armor will not have any doubt splashing blood......

Ding Yi pressed down his hand at Du Ziteng, who was about to get up, and signaled him not to move, Ci Bu is in charge of the soldiers and loves the soldiers like a son, it cannot be confused, on top of the battle array, it is absolutely impossible to dismiss some soldiers from their combat missions because they pity them, that will only make the whole army fall into a vicious circle.

Otherwise, how did the family members around those generals come from at the end of the Ming Dynasty? Isn't that it, I couldn't stand it, so I took the guards up to replace them, and the result was that the treatment of the guards had to be improved again and again; And ordinary soldiers feel that it is interesting enough to resist a round, waiting for the generals to take the family to fight and kill, if the family is defeated, then everyone has no hope, how can the family be rectified if they are defeated? Run!

Ding Yi didn't plan to create such an army, if this was the case, the Thunder Academy should be closed immediately, and the manpower, material and financial resources spent were all meaningless. He said to Wang Yue beside him: "Blow the trumpet and start attacking." Wang Yue was stunned, these children couldn't even carry their shields when they were beaten, and they were afraid that twenty or thirty people would be injured by the arrow, and they would still attack?

"Execution." Ding was stunned when he saw him, his eyes were cold, and he squeezed out two words. Wang Yue was glared at by Ding Yi, trembling with fright, and hurriedly blew the horn in his hand according to Ding Yi's instructions. This is not Ding Yigou, even thousands of years later, we can only pay attention to pre-war democracy, before the war, there is any opinion to be raised, but once the war starts, as a disciplinary group, it can only strictly carry out the order, whether it agrees with it or not.

"Three in the first row! Three in the first row! Ding Junyue's slightly thin voice sounded, she was the first to react to the horn again, her platoon commander had fallen from an arrow, the boy who had excellent results in almost all training, study, and fighting subjects, when the second round of arrow rain came, he completely collapsed and screamed and threw down the shield and got up to run, and there were eight classmates, subconsciously following him, but they were all nailed to the ground by the rain of arrows, Ding Junyue and two other companions, carrying three large shields, moved over, the platoon commander and five other people, There is no value in dragging them back, they are dead, it's as simple as that.

In the fighting class, he often used a platoon commander of one enemy and five enemies, and at the age of fourteen, he could play against those instructors, and even if he was in good shape, he could drag on for a few rounds, you must know that those instructors were all characters who survived on the battlefield: or those who followed Ding Yi from the beginning, or those who were originally in the factory guard, and later Wang Zhen ran to be elected as a sharp detective, and repeatedly reconnoitred the enemy situation and the enemy cavalry against the characters who could come back alive.

Ding Junyue has some ideas about the platoon commander, he is very strong, the tactical class during training, the command is determined, the arithmetic is also very good, and he is also very popular with the gentlemen in those cultural classes...... It's a pity that the platoon commander's ability was not used at all, so he died. And she didn't have time to shed a tear for him.

The enemy's rain of arrows didn't leave her time to grieve at all, and she knew that even adults would not be able to carry it like this. The horn of the attack sounded, she wanted to live, and those classmates who were trembling behind the breastwork together, she didn't have time to look at the platoon commander's corpse to see if there were a few more arrows.

In the sound of clanging feathered arrows striking the shield, in the sound of "whooshing" breaking through the air, in the crying of her companions, all she could do was to shout in her thin voice: "The first row of the three rows!" Three in the first row! The squad leader on duty takes over the command! Report the number of each class! Four classes to report the number! One! Count it! She roared and kicked her fellow crying from her breastwork.

This kick kicked the classmate out of a spirit, and subconsciously reacted: "Two! Then he returned, sobbing and reaching for his shield, moving out under his classmate's shield and holding the front-loading smoothbore behind the breastwork, which had been loaded for the first time.

Yes, this situation is not untrained for them. (To be continued......)