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"Burn down their temples for me, kill all these bald scoops, the great wizard has an order, these foreign devils, they are all here to bewitch us, they will suck up our bone marrow, eat up our cattle and sheep, and destroy our pastures" A bald man with messy pigtails was riding on a black horse, waving a short bow in one hand and holding a pine oil torch in the other.

Behind him, followed by bands of cavalry wreaking havoc, often with one or two women tied to their horses, their disheveled lengths obscuring faces, but not wailing.

On the road behind, there was also a corpse, lying on the ground. The villages surrounding the temple were lit one by one, and thick smoke rose into the sky.

In the open space in front of the main hall of Chongming Temple, thousands of people have gathered soon, and there are more monks rushing here, some of these people have been shaved, some have not been shaved, but there is no doubt that those who can come at this time are all belonging to Ling Chen's forces.

Ling Chen had already heard the cries outside the temple, and he also saw the smoke floating in the distance.

"My Buddha is merciful," Ling Chen pronounced a Buddha name, which was not unfamiliar to him, you must know that he was in his previous life, but he had been a monk for ten years because of the reason for prolonging his life, and he was still wondering if it was for this reason that he could come in and have the identity of the abbot of a big temple.

The temple of tens of thousands of vassals, in this agricultural era, is definitely a very large and famous temple, this is not the real history, Ling Chen knows, like the previous life, this is also mixed, mixing the forces of various real history together to decide the winner, the camp task hint in his mind is very clear, this battle is to help the agricultural civilization find a way to defeat the nomadic civilization.

This question is very big and complicated, Ling Chen doesn't have time to think about it now, he has to survive the sudden invasion of this group of nomads in front of him.

Fortunately, for him, he had already been prepared for this, because he had had countless similar experiences when he entered this afterworld adventure in his previous life, and those dangers were more serious and more lethal than today.

Below is a group of monks, as well as devotees dressed in various coarse cloths, all male. Ling Chen could see at a glance that many of the people in it were intelligent clones he had brought in, and their appearance had not changed in the slightest.

"The people who are skilled in martial arts are lined up in front, and the others go to find weapons, door panels, wooden sticks, you have to be fast" Ling Chen quickly gave an order.

Of the 10,000 intelligent clones he brought, there were 2,000 of them here, and the others didn't have time to gather because of the distance, but these were enough to drive away the nomadic cavalry.

The matter was urgent, and soon the doors of the houses in the monastery were torn down and sticks were found to arm those who were in front of them.

No matter how urgent the time was, Ling Chen knew that it would be useless to go out if he was not armed, but he would only be slaughtered.

It took another half an hour for the two thousand men to be initially armed, with two hundred men in front against the door panel as a front shield, and one thousand eighteen hundred men in the rear, each with sticks. Fortunately, this temple for Ling Chen has a deep heritage, there are a large number of houses, and they are all wooden, otherwise in a short period of time, although the manpower is sufficient, it will be difficult to mobilize these things that are not weapons.

"The others stay in the temple, maintain order, and don't run around, I will lead people to meet the enemy, and the rest of the matters will be decided by the elder Zhiming" Ling Chen hurriedly made a decision, handing over the defense task of the temple to a very loyal elder in his memory, Master Zhiming, the so-called mage, is not a concept in the game, but refers to a master who can preach and teach in Buddhism, which is a higher level than a bhikshu.

Ling Chen led these two thousand people and quickly left the temple.

The Venerable Zhiming he left behind, an old monk over sixty years old, instructed the remaining people to strengthen the temple gate and prepare sand, buckets, etc., to prevent the enemy from burning down the temple.

Ling Chen led two thousand people, he walked in the middle, and soon formed a dense column marching column, with twenty people horizontally and more than two hundred people in column.

There are a large number of villages and market towns around the temple, which is also the foundation of the temple's survival, Ling Chen knew from his memory that this is a water source located at the junction of the northern grasslands and plains, and at the bend of a large river, a large number of people have gathered, and the four temples are scattered and established here.

As for where this temple came from and who built it, Ling Chen had no information, and the other locals didn't care.

Ling Chen marched towards the villages and towns where the fireworks were at their peak, and along the way, everyone was silent, showing the essence that intelligent clones should have, they didn't need to play anything extra, and they behaved according to their true colors, without any prompts, informing Ling Chen that he had violated the rules.

"A group of people came in front of him, it seemed to be monks and soldiers" A bald man with messy pigtails was directing the soldiers to burn down the village, driving and slaughtering the people here, when suddenly one of his deputies, a thin and withered man, rode a horse to report to him.

"What, monk? These bald donkeys, really restless, have been preparing to rebel for a long time, male, I will give you a thousand men, and I will kill them all" The bald man shouted, furious.

"Yes, Dadanghu" The thin, withered man who was called Xiong by Dadanghu, then rode his horse and shouted, gathering the scattered men.

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"Form a four-sided phalanx, raise the door panels on all sides, and prepare to resist the enemy's arrows" Ling Chen was wearing an old monk's robe at this time, although he looked like a high-ranking monk on the outside, but the words shouted out of his mouth were like a general.

However, no one doubted it, because at this time, all the men he brought with him were the men he brought with him, and the 10,000 intelligent clones only mobilized 2,000 people in a hurry, but these 2,000 people, under his command, would not be afraid of cavalry outnumbering him.

Xiongji, this thin and withered man, who was also the commander of the thousand horsemen of this nomadic army, led more than a thousand people, holding a short bow, and surrounded Ling Chen's two thousand men on all sides.

They didn't rush to attack, the other party had already assembled in formation, and if they rushed hard, they would definitely fall off their horses. He used his usual tactics, throwing around the opponent's formation, while constantly wandering, waiting for the opponent's formation to leak.

In his concept, this method is a tried-and-true way to deal with infantry who don't have bows and crossbows, and often in less than an hour or two, they will be loose in formation and loose in all directions, and he can carry out a split and interspersed assault, dashing the opponent's formation, and then covering the kill.

If the opponent had a bow and crossbow, he would not dare to shoot at it like this, and would only hang from a distance, harassing the infantry while they were resting and eating, until they were too tired to shoot their bows and arrows.