Mo Zizhai is not talking big, now among the twelve guards of the Mo family, the first guard Ji Shaoweng and the third sword guard Wei Changgong are still here as stable as Mount Tai, if the situation is really urgent, how can they not be in a hurry at all.

and Shi Jike, who also did not appear on the battlefield.

Shi Jike and Ji Shaoweng are the highest combat power in the world today, and each of them is the existence of suppressing a river and lake.

At this level, they don't bother to do it at all, if they really do that, they just surrender their status.

Wei Changgong nodded, and walked out quickly, with the military talisman in hand, the millions of troops had to obey the dispatch, and those who dared not obey would be dealt with by military law.

"I said General Han, what are we going to do?"

Now, after hearing the order, Wan Er could only follow the large army as if he were drifting with the flow, followed by Zhao Tianlang and other high-level officials in Quzhou, and then behind him, there were 360,000 soldiers and horses, and the whole army attacked.

But this feeling made him very unhappy, and he didn't even know what to do.

Finally met a steward, he quickly asked.

"What else can you do, you can't see it, war. Han Buzhi said angrily.

Until now, Wan Er doesn't know how he provoked him, I'm afraid he can't tell if he doesn't know himself.

"Who are you fighting with?" asked Manji a question that he felt stupid.

"With whom? With God, do you have a problem with your brain?" Han Buzhi's tone was even more unkind, and he scolded and scolded.

"Then you're really good, but can you beat it?" Wan Er still pretended to be stupid and said.

There's no way, he can't be provoked, he can't tease him.

"Are you really stupid?"

"It's not like you said you want to fight God. ”

Wan Er said aggrievedly, as if he had really been greatly wronged.

Hearing the word "Fangcai", Han Buzhi's eyelids jumped, and he looked up at the poor Fangcai, and remembered the time of day.

At the same time, the poor party was also looking at him, looking at each other, with sparks in his eyes, full of love.

Gross, I really can't write anymore, two big men, their sexual orientation is normal and can't be normal, how can they feel this way, whoever believes it is a fool.

Han didn't know the current mood, it should be similar to me, so he quickly dodged, and got goosebumps all over his body.

The army was all assembled, and the 360,000 people of Wan2 stood among the millions, which was not very conspicuous.

It's not that they don't have enough people, 360,000, which is already unattainable familiarity, the key is that there are too many people listed now.

Mo Zizhai was already at the forefront, a breeze blowing his slightly gray long hair and beard, and the robes on his body could not blow his eyes as hard as iron and his heart as steady as a rock.

This battle must not only be fought, but also fought beautifully, and returned with a big victory, so that the world can see that she is not invincible.

The Great Qin State is a myth, and the Tiger Ben Heroic Division is invincible, attacking cities and plundering land, which is terrifying.

His Mo family, how can it not be a myth, when the Mo family was majestic, his Great Qin Kingdom was just a land of projectiles.

Even if he was the emperor of the Great Qin State, when he saw him, Mo Zizhai could only grovel, pretend to be a minister, and dare not be presumptuous at all.

Thinking about the beginning, how majestic the Mo family was, although it was not the princes of the split land, but where in the world could not go, whether it was the court or the rivers and lakes, all of them were inseparable from the figure of the Mo family.

At that time, I don't know how many people in the world wanted to enter the Mo family, if they were lucky enough to be selected, it would be a major event to honor their ancestors.

Even the current Great Qin State is inferior to the original Mo family, they are the largest country in the world, but this is only the political level, people in the rivers and lakes, who cares about your bullshit Great Qin State.

Sigh and sigh, that is only the past, the glory of the past, the splendor of the past, can only be in history, in memory.

Thousands of years later, it is Wan Er and others who can get away with it, and in the history books, there may be a glorious time of his Mo family, so that future generations can also appreciate the coquettishness of the ancients in a few words.

If they are unfortunate and are seized the throne by the Great Qin State, or other enemies, I am afraid that they will disappear, and after three generations, there are very few people who know the Mo family.

This is still a good ending, if it is a little more evil, it will be too big for the Mo family to leave a reputation for the ages, do all kinds of evil, attack the city and plunder the land, slaughter the people, the people of the Mo family will become evil ghosts who eat human flesh and gnaw human bones.

History, sometimes it is so fragile, under absolute strength, you can only grovel, bow your head, be bullied like a little girl, and have to force a smile when you look back.

Without further ado, let's go back and talk about the current Mo Zizhai.

Now he is no longer a sleepy old man in the dim blacksmith shop in the small city of Quzhou, he is a giant of the Mo family, an earth-shattering existence.

"Where is Ji Shaoweng?" Mo Zizhai opened his mouth and shouted, his voice was impassioned, although it was not an inspiring word, but it also made people's blood boil.

Maybe this scene is what countless men dream of.

Although the battlefield is not a good place, it is undeniable that everyone should yearn for it.

Holding a long knife in hand, bloody battle, roaring, long river, sunset like blood, ancient road, west wind, desert, lonely smoke rising into the sky, vast, vast, far-reaching, meritorious service, breaking the battle to kill the enemy, sealing the wolf Juxu, the man's dream, where the dream, I'm afraid it's just that.

Drunk and lying on the knees of beauty, waking up and holding a million divisions, the sleeping tiger does not open its eyes, kills people when it opens its eyes, domineering, this is domineering, man, life should be like this.

In this regard, the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, poetry and songs, white face without beard, quiet writing, wearing white clothes, with a sachet in his waist, sometimes chanting poems against him, and drinking wine as a song is also a small cup of sake The turbidity of the world, the people in the battlefield, I think, are more like what a man should be.

Laughing, laughing wildly, crying, but also majestic mountains and rivers, drinking the strongest turbid wine, often accompanied by armor and long knives, there may be wounds on the body that have not healed.

If you really have nothing to do, sitting around the campfire, those veterans who have been involved in the world will tell a meat joke or two from time to time, and the recruits will listen to it with relish.

If there are one or two people who have read the book, chant a song, drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times.

They deserve respect, whether they are friends or foes, they deserve to be respected.

It's off topic again, pull it back, pull it back again, I can't help it.

"The end will be. Ji Shaoweng replied loudly.

"I ordered you to lead 700,000 Mo family members as the vanguard army, and be sure to intercept the soldiers and horses of the Great Qin State for me, can you do it?"

"I will not disgrace my life, as long as my life is still there, the Great Qin Kingdom will not want to take a step forward. ”

Ji Shaoweng replied, this is life and death, military order, there is no joke in the army, and words must be done.