As soon as these words came out, it was as if a dynamite barrel had been ignited.

They are all herdsmen on the grassland, and they have worshiped either Meng Ge, the lord of the grassland, the wolf, or the eagle, the lord of the sky.

In terms of guts, they don't lack it, but they lack a wolf king who twists them together.

And these words, let all of them say the same sentence.

"We're not!!"

They've never been so neat.

It's like they are scattered in formation every time, and they can't get together, but this time they are all together.

"What roar? Useful for Lao Tzu yelling? If you have this strength, you can use it on the Outer Mongolian people!

But..... It's like that this time..."

Zhao Ming crossed his waist, but a smile gradually appeared on his face.

Looking at the red-faced grassland people and horseback people in front of him, he was already very satisfied.

This morale, his mother looks a little terrible, although it may still be a group of rabble, but at least a group of rabble who dare to show their fangs.

At this time, all the herders were full of enthusiasm.

This is true not only of the herders who have joined the group, but also of the elderly and infirm women and children.

Although Zhen Songjun has lived here for two months, he can be regarded as integrating into the group.

But there is still a very obvious class in this camp, and this class is not divided by Zhao Ming, but is naturally formed.

On weekdays, the herdsmen unconsciously lowered their heads when they encountered the Zhensong army, and this was the case everywhere.

When the two sides come in opposite directions, the herders always give way first. Eating is always the biggest chunk of Zhen Songjun's food.

It was not that Zhen Songjun criticized them, but that they were formed by their own psychological inferiority.

These soldiers who came with Chief Zhao were always so good, stronger than them, more united than them, and more heroic than them!

But at this moment, Zhao Ming gave them a chance to raise their heads and chests.

In this regard, the Zhen Song army didn't react much, just smiled and grinned.

They like this group of steppe people, and usually wrestle and shoot arrows with these herdsmen.

It's also a good thing that the other party wants to prove it.

But most of them are disdainful in their hearts, and it is impossible to surpass them!

Of course, there is also a sense of urgency.

But everyone in the congregation began to look at Zhao Ming, and it was obvious that everything was ready now, and they only needed to give an order from Chief Zhao to take down the group of Outer Mongolians.

Even Zhen Songjun thinks so, the Outer Mongolians are about to give them a hard time.

However, seeing Zhao Ming pressed his hand, he coughed lightly and said lightly, "Okay, everyone should still be hungry, get more of the confiscated food, let everyone eat enough, everyone is busy and can take a hand, it's almost afternoon!"

After speaking, Zhao Ming was about to step down, but when he saw the silence at the scene, he couldn't help but smile and turned around.

"What are you still doing? Not hungry? Du Teniang moved for me, and I had to have the strength to fight the Outer Mongolians. ”

At this time, everyone woke up and began to get busy.

The women began to boil water to cook rice and cook, while the men helped with the firewood and the ingredients.

It only took less than two hours, and everyone worked together to quickly meet the food of tens of thousands of people.

There was little smoke in the cooking, and in several large sheds, everyone sat around the bonfire and began to serve the cooked meals, laughing and chatting while eating.

This meal, everyone's bowl is full, not only fragrant rice but also piled up beef and mutton, and there is soup in it, which makes people's appetite move.

Maybe the cooking skills here are very ordinary, but everyone pays attention to these, those who have a hot mouth, and those who are full are content.

At this time, Zhao Ming was also sitting around a bonfire with Zhang He, Wang Ermonkey and others, and the only thing that was more than others was just that each person had an extra glass of mare's milk wine.

"Master Zhao, it's not easy to deal with the Outer Mongolian people now, if there is really a broken mouth, no matter how many of our brothers there are, they won't be able to withstand it!"

The monkey put down the dishes and chopsticks on the side, his face full of sorrow.

Wang Er and Zhang Kai on the side frowned.

Having been on the Fengxiang battlefield, they knew very well the horror of a few machine guns.

The Fengxiang battlefield is a fortified attack, and there is no cover, but it is relatively good, and the terrain is much more complicated than here.

But what's there? As soon as the horse was flat, it was really a machine gun sweep, and people fell to the ground like wheat.

"Alas! Not only that, but another brother just came to report that they had seen a team of horses dragging something, which was covered with cloth, but looking at the outline, it could not be ruled out that it was a cannon....

And look at that number is almost the number of an artillery battalion...."

Zhang Kai took out a cigarette and smoked it without a match.

These words undoubtedly made the atmosphere of several people extra solemn again.

Machine guns, plus an artillery battalion.

Don't say that Huo Zhongtun is just a terrain that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, even if it is the ancient Hangu Pass, it has to be blasted open for you.

What's more, now the firing range of this kind of cannon is casually one or two kilometers, and some distant anti-aircraft artillery can even reach more than ten kilometers.

Even if it is only one or two kilometers, people outside Huozhongtun can completely hit them inside outside their range, and they have no way to do it at all.

The most serious thing is not this, but the artillery battalion can be deployed at will, and once fired, they can be secretly deployed in the shadows.

And they are here in a bright place, and it is impossible to move the Huozhongtun herdsmen at will.

As long as there is a coordinate, this is a target.

It's too late to dig trenches now.

"Why don't you just kill it? Anyway, the river is almost frozen, and it is estimated that it will be completely frozen tomorrow morning.

Whether they bombard or kill in, we can't do anything, rather than this, it's better to kill them directly.

It just so happens that their artillery has not been deployed yet, otherwise when the artillery battalion is successfully deployed, we really have no chance. ”

Zhang Kai suggested in a deep voice, now is to be fast.

Since the other party does not talk about martial virtues, then they have no choice but to use assault means.

Listen to the advice of the crowd.

It's just that most of everyone's suggestions are more pessimistic.

Zhang Kai thought that the raid was a good means, but according to his speculation, there were two results.

The first win, but it will pay an extremely heavy price, even more than six or seven percent, if the morale has not collapsed, then this victory can be won.

The second is to lose, to lose completely.

Others offered other opinions, but most of them ended up being more tragic than Zhang Kai's raid.

Although the protection of the two hundred sets of cotton armor under Zhao Ming's command is amazing, which is enough to offset the bullets of ordinary spears, but in the face of machine guns, except for the area covered by plate armor, the rest of the place can be shot into a sieve.

Even if it is plate armor, with Zhang Kai's own eyes, and even the eyes of a machine gun, a few more rounds of this plate armor will have to be pierced.

The light machine gun may be okay, the heavy machine gun is really iron, and you will be gridded.

In front of this kind of human meat harvester, what kind of Manchurian bow is a joke.