Disheartened, it's just a piece of cake.

In the evening of that day, the news of the defeat of our own army came from the front, and the whole camp was enveloped in an atmosphere of sorrow.

Wu Shan led his brothers, and the local small combat advantage obtained with his life had little effect on reversing the situation.

The army that fled back from the rout entered the camp in the afterglow of the setting sun, and stood in the distance of Wushan watching all this, and his eyes narrowed into a slit.

Is this the battlefield?

……

On the second day, Wushan was woken up.

"Old Wei, how did you become a lieutenant general, what happened in the camp, why is it so noisy?"

Wu Shan walked out of the tent and shouted loudly to his lieutenant Wei Xuan.

Wu Shan shouted loudly, causing the camp to fall silent for a moment.

Not hearing the voice of the deputy general Wei Xuan, Wu Shan's brows furrowed, and he had a tendency to get angry.

"Brother Xingtian, Brother Wei is no longer here!"

The voice of the young Tie Huai sounded in Wu Shan's ears, and Wu Shan's reaction at this moment, Tie Huai could understand it very well, because he was like this before, and the other brothers were also like this.

Wu Shan was stunned for a moment, and the memories in his mind quickly came flooding up.

In the dark night before dawn, in order to cover Wushan, the deputy general Wei Xuan stood firmly behind Wushan and blocked the mortal blow for Wushan.

And the price was that the deputy general Wei Crossbow was beheaded in half and died on the spot.

This memory made Wushan's breathing shorten instantly.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill ......"

Wushan's hoarse, forested, brutal, and bloodthirsty roar resounded in the camp, and all the soldiers looked at Wushan.

No one spoke, and no one was afraid, because these people understood.

Wushan's state at this time is that he is red-eyed, which is a typical state of "losing his heart by fire".

The opposite state of Wushan is the "fear of soldiers", and those soldiers who are afraid of war have such a disease.

"Brother Xingtian, we came back alive!"

"Brother Xingtian, this is the camp!"

"Brother Xingtian, I'm Tie Huai!"

“……”

The young man Tie Huai spoke beside Wu Shan one sentence at a time, constantly reminding Wu Shan that the battle was over.

Wu Shan raised his head, and his blood-red tiger eyes looked at the young man Tie Huai, and there was a tendency to choose people and devour them.

The young man Tiehuai was not a little afraid, smiled at Wushan, and handed over the roasted alien beast meat in his hand.

I don't know how long it took, Wu Shan asked hoarsely in a low voice.

"Tiehuai, what's going on in the camp?"

The young man Tie Huai smiled, and the smile of losing one ear was completely a kind of redemption in Wushan's eyes at this moment.

"Brother Xingtian, they are all remnants of other infantry battalions, and they have been merged into our thousand-man battalion by the top."

"Let them all calm down to the general, and if there is any more noise, military law will deal with it!"

"Yes, General!"

Wu Shan picked up the barbecue, turned around and walked into his tent, leaving a majestic back for everyone.

In the thousand-person camp, after seeing the blood-red tiger eyes of Wushan, all the noisy soldiers quieted down.

Everyone was silent, and under the arrangement of Tie Huai and other old men, they moved into the camp.

In the tent, Wushan was eating the meat of foreign beasts while examining himself.

Wu Shan knew very well that his performance just now was an obvious sequelae of the war.

There are many brothers around him, even if some of them are unknown to Wushan, it will have an impact on Wushan.

For Wushan, who went to the battlefield for the first time, knowing that it was a military exercise, he would also be touched.

Wushan is not hard-hearted, he is a human being, and if he is a human being, he has sympathy and compassion, especially when the deceased still has intersections or feelings for himself.

After eating the meat of the alien beast, Wushan stayed in the tent for two hours.

It wasn't until it was almost time for lunch that Wushan came out.

Wushan, who walked out of the camp, has returned to normal, and his speech is much more indifferent.

At lunchtime, the soldiers of the thousand-man battalion gathered.

Wu Shan took the barbecue handed over by Tie Huai, as well as a large bowl of meat porridge, and thought about how to improve the morale of this group of remnants while eating.

Method 1, promise a lot of money and let the soldiers continue to work hard?

This idea, as soon as it appeared in his mind, was immediately denied by Wushan.

Wu Shan is not a general, nor is he a marshal, so he does not have this authority at all.

Method 2: Promise a promotion to an official?

Wu Shan shook his head and once again vetoed this method.

The old problem is that Wushan has no power, and this is a race war, and promotion has become the worst way.

Method three, promise to plunder the enemy at will after victory?

This method is even more stupid, at present, the main army has been defeated, and the hope of victory of the human race is very small, this does not need to be said by Wushan, many soldiers can guess, no one is a fool.

Moreover, that group of barbarians, except for the alien beast war horses that can be used as food, there are really nothing else that Wushan and others can look up to.

Fourth, play the emotional card, stabilize the morale of the army, and fight for the survival of the race.

Well, that's the only way!

Playing the emotional card is the most suitable method that Wushan can think of at this time, and it is also the most popular method that can stimulate the popularity and desire of the people.

After Wu Shan continued to eat a piece of alien beast meat, he saw that the soldiers were almost finished, and shouted to gather.

The team of 1,000 people was neatly arranged in front of Wushan in less than a stick of incense.

"Sit down!"

A thousand soldiers sat down according to Wushan's order.

Everyone stared intently at Wushan, and everyone wondered what the cavalry lieutenant who had almost gone crazy yesterday would say.

"I have no silver, I can't give my brothers gold and silver treasures, and I dare not promise to let my living brothers enjoy glory and wealth when they return home."

"I don't have the right, I can't give my brothers high-ranking officials, and I don't dare to promise to give my brothers more officials and knights in the future."

"Of course, it is even more impossible for me to add sticks to my brothers, force them with military law, and even more impossible for me to kill my own brothers with my own hands."

After saying these words, Wushan had already seen the loss and ridicule in the eyes of many people.

Some of the soldiers who had just arrived looked at Wushan's gaze, and there was a sneer.

Wu Shan didn't care, and after swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he continued.

"I just want to tell my brothers a story, a story about a two-legged sheep."

"In the ancient times, it was on this land, and our ancestors lived here."

Wu Shan pointed to the ground under his feet, and then continued to tell his story.

"However, this land is not only inhabited by our ancestors, but also by five powerful barbarian tribes."

"One day, the population of this land has grown and there is not enough food."

"The five barbarian tribes, in order to feed themselves, began to unite to hunt our ancestors and plunder our land."

"The fighting was fierce, much worse than the war situation we face now."

Wu Shan scanned everyone, and looked at all the people who came into contact, without flinching.

In the next second, Wu Shan continued to tell the story in a louder voice.

"Our ancestors were defeated, fought and retreated, and finally behind us, they used all the resources of the entire human race to build the Great Wall."

"Do you know the fate of those ancestors who were captured by aliens after their defeat?"

"They are raised like cattle by the barbarians, and the women, by the barbarians, are used by the barbarians to vent whenever and wherever they want; Men are slaughtered and cooked. ”

"In the legend of the barbarians, there is a saying: the human race is the most delicious two-legged sheep in the wasteland!"