Caishi Gorge shines on the mountains at dusk.

Ning Jiang looked at the barbarian soldiers retreating from a distance and pondered without saying a word. Behind him, Qin Wuyan came to his side and said, "Master, why haven't they attacked?"

Ning Jiang said: "Tomorrow! They will attack tomorrow, and now they are just preparing."

Preparation? Qin Wuyan looked at the master. Ning Jiang held a feather fan and said solemnly: "Well... we are preparing too."

A soldier is a place of life and death. Even if he has considerable confidence in himself, Ning Jiang dares not be careless at all. He knew deeply that even a little accident could bring endless consequences.

Behind him, the military generals he carefully selected and those martial arts people whom he trusted and possessed quite qualities have gathered together. Several important figures such as Xiao Zhang were explaining the combat plan to them. For the generals and soldiers here, this approach is unimaginable. In the past, the Confucian generals issued orders and executed orders. As for the entire combat plan, the boss disdained to explain to them. But now, Ning Hanlin tried his best to let each of them know their position and various countermeasures to respond to them, so that they could clearly understand the various complex situations that would occur on the battlefield tomorrow.

Such a meeting took place for a long time, and every time the person who taught them would wave his hand fiercely at the end: "Remember: shout loudly!"

Yes, shouting loudly, in these meetings, "screaming loudly" is the most important thing that has been emphasized countless times.

"You must shout it out!" Among the many orders and disciplines, this is the most valued and emphasized point.

At night, Ning Jiang came to the camp, contacted the soldiers, encouraged them, and cheered them up. Most of these soldiers were defeated from the north. He screened these defeated generals in his own way, and then inserted the warriors he brought into, among which, they were trapped in the ancestral cave with him, and after his "closed training", they were all placed in a critical position. This was not because of nepotism, but because, at least now, he knew these people better and trusted them more.

For the army of the Great Zhou Dynasty, which had "class law", it is simply unimaginable that Ning Jiang personally went to the soldiers and contacted these lowest-level soldiers like Ning Jiang did at this moment.

In fact, in Ning Jiang's view, this is the most effective way to boost morale and stabilize military morale as recorded in historical books. From Wu Qi to Han Xin, all the real famous generals in history were like this. However, in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the so-called morale was nothing more than the Wenquyin Mansion's literary spirit. On the other hand, there are still supernatural things like literary spirit in this world. In the Song Dynasty in another world, the status of soldiers was even lower than that of slaves. They had the word "whale that could not be removed for the rest of their lives, and could be beaten or scolded.

It is precisely because of this that the entire Song Dynasty was so low that it was unprecedented when facing the invasion of foreign races. At that time, there was no concept of "country". If the superiors did not regard them as human beings, how could they be willing to fight for their superiors? So they created a strange thing like "rewarding the foreign enemy's attacks, they would only be willing to shoot arrows on the city walls. Because in their opinion, they were just making cattle and horses for their superiors. Since the superiors did not regard them as human beings, how many of them were really willing to fight for their superiors?

He didn't stop that night, and he just walked around like this, doing perhaps the easiest thing for him.

At noon on the second day, the civilians who were rushed from all directions by barbarian soldiers were driven away by the thugs behind them. They were sobbing and silent, and staggering towards the fortress that was fast-covered but still seemed vulgar.

Thousands of powerless people, their eyes were empty, in front of them, arrows towards them, behind them, whipped them, thorny whip. Under the scorching sun, blood, tears, sweat, mixed together, seeped into the dry land.

Why do they suffer such a fate? They don’t understand that life is like this, farming, paying taxes, and endless hard days. They originally thought that it was everything to them, but they did not expect that there would be a deeper abyss. In front of them, or their deaths, or those people opposite them died with them, behind them, there are tigers and wolves that are oppressing and invincible. What should we do at this time... This question is too far away for them.

Silence can only be silence, just like this, living a life of hard work, or dying in silence. The sad and painful ones have actually been numb. They looked at the ugly position opposite, and they were getting closer and closer in their eyes. With a bang, the person walking at the last was hit hard by a mace and threw it away to the side.

The barbarians began to drive them away, and the people behind pushed the people in front, and the people in front were forced to trot towards the positions ahead. They had already begun to approach the rows of horses and arrows from high places. A loud roar sounded at this moment, "Bastard!" The blood light suddenly rushed up. In this silence that was so silent that it was uneasy and dead, the sudden change caused everyone to look over.

However, more roars also sounded at this moment in every corner of the crowd. "Anyway, I'm dead, I'll fight with these guys! Fight with these barbarians!" Such roars were too loud and almost spread to the entire battlefield. Only those who are truly knowledgeable will understand that this is at least the effect that can be achieved by the master's internal strength.

However, for these ordinary people, it was like a dead lake suddenly rolling up waves, turning into a torrent, and rushing towards the direction of slow progress. At least two or three hundred people turned their heads together at this moment. Several of them threw talismans and woke everyone up with a loud shock. Holding the head hammer, the barbarian soldiers who had just knocked one of them to death, looked at one of the "people" in surprise and pulled out the knife from under their thick shirt and slashed at him. They never thought that they would be resisted by the untouchables. The light flashed between their eyebrows, and the red spread quickly, and he fell down.

The riot came too suddenly. The barbarian soldiers who drove away the people from the surrounding villages were unable to check everyone one by one. When they realized that there were many martial arts hidden among these people, the crowd had already rushed towards them in the shouts of these people. A barbarian warrior tried to suppress these people. A meteor hammer suddenly waved, and the black gas turned a circle with the thorny hammer, and the people around him were thrown away in a scream.

At this moment, a middle-aged Chinese man slapped his horse and slapped his palm, "Drink!" The moment he exhaled, a powerful palm force pounced on him like a wall of force. The barbarian warrior flew backwards and was then submerged by the crowd.

The young man on the mountain behind watched all this silently. The trick of driving the people to attack the city is really useful. The barbarian soldiers and generals on the other side will definitely make another attempt. It is necessary to deal with it. For the people in the martial arts world, hiding among the people is relatively simple, and all this has not escaped his calculations. "Civil" is a very strange concept. Most of the time, they are silent. You can come over and I can rush over. Water can carry boats and can also overturn the boats, which sounds very reasonable, but most of the time, it only flows according to the inherent river channels.

When he was a student in the world before traveling through time, he would think, why not resist? He was obviously dead and he might have a little way to survive. Especially in the late Song Dynasty and early Qing Dynasty, why would most people be massacred by the smaller number of people? However, later he learned that silence and patience are a habit, and most people go with the flow. When the outside world changes, they are used to looking around and looking at everyone. When someone takes the lead, they can roll up a torrent of earth-shaking. When no one takes the lead, hundreds of thousands of people can be quietly massacred by 10,000 or 20,000 people.

Sometimes, you can't understand how they can be so numb? Sometimes, you can't understand why they can sweep everything? People's hearts are scattered, and everyone is like a small drop of water in a quiet river. They have no consciousness and only know how to follow the trend. They are confused, helpless, numb, unkind, and something big happens. Let's see how the people around them do it...

"Anyway, I'm going to die, so I'll fight with these barbarians!" Wu Yu had to practice the Great Palm. Those who dared to use pure palm techniques to travel around the world must have strong internal strength. His voice spread and became everyone's only thought at the moment. The civilians shouted, turning around under the shouts of the Jianghu people hidden among them, and storming towards the barbarians who drove them.

The barbarians began to massacre, and continued to massacre. Rows of people fell in front of them. However, this unexpected change still disrupted their position. The camp in Caishixia opened at this time, and the horses were moved away, and the rolling horses rushed out: "Follow me! Fight with these barbarians!"

The generals rushing to the front shouted loudly, "Screaming loudly" was their most important tactic in this battle, although they could not understand this. The people who rushed towards the barbarians heard the voices behind them, and the tourists hiding between them were also shocked and shouted together. The battle broke out at this moment, and the fallen corpses were sprinkled with blood.

The cavalry that broke out from the camp was divided into two strands according to a spiral trajectory, bypassing the people, and interspersed into the enemy, which initially caused great passivity among the barbarians. However, this tactic, which should have had a better effect, soon became chaotic in the fierce battle, and the infantry following them rushed like a swarm. The young men on the mountain looked as cold as water, and they were really not in the mood to express their opinions to condemn the qualities of these officers and soldiers. Fortunately, the generals still remembered the most important point of this battle... shouted loudly.

Amid the shouts of rushing, a group of emotions finally appeared, and the generals were in a rainbow of momentum. Although most of them were defeated soldiers and generals who escaped from the north, at least in terms of total number of people, they were actually better than the other party. With the momentum being pushed up, even these barbarian generals began to retreat step by step, but the battle situation was obviously impossible to end so simply.

In the distance, the barbarian warrior Mu Bugu was full of murderous aura. Behind him, there were two thousand real warriors who did not enter the battle. These two thousand people were his true elite. This time he led his troops south, named tens of thousands of iron cavalry, but in fact there were only eight thousand soldiers and horses, and there were several thousand of them. The horses he rode were relatively inferior, and he was also doing things like starting the battle. At this moment, the barbarian soldiers who drove the people forward. Of course, in fact, these barbarian soldiers who took the battle were all warriors in the clan. In the past month, they were all invincible and almost invincible.

"Kill!" He raised his big punch and led his elite soldiers to rush towards the battlefield. The iron hooves shook the earth, and the murderous aura swept the dust, like a huge tiger, rolling down the mountain. At this time, the second batch of Chinese soldiers and horses also came out, and they shouted loudly, supporting their own side with a momentum that was not inferior to the other side. The battlefield expanded rapidly, expanded again, collided with each other, and killed each other.

The military strength is actually very different, but the advantage is not at the crowded side. The latest barbarian cavalry rushed in almost rushing around, as if they were entering a no-man. However, this battle was different from every previous one. "Kill!" A general successfully rolled off his horse at the moment when the horse fell, turned over and took a spear, and took off a barbarian soldier in front of him, swung his spear across, and used his family's gun technique.

This military general, named Wang Keyuan, has a low status in the army. He can be said to be the lowest among military generals. He was originally stationed in Jingzhou, and was defeated from Shizhou, Bingzhou and Huozhou. Except for the first time, he saw a barbarian rushing to him ten steps, he did not even see the shadow of the barbarians. The vanguard contacted the enemy, the whole army was defeated, the vanguard contacted the enemy, and the whole army was defeated... He fled all the way here in such a constant cycle. Sometimes, he even wondered whether there were more people trampling and trampling to death when he was defeated by his own people, or more people were killed by those barbarians?

Later, even when he heard the wind in the middle of the night, he and the remaining soldiers around him would jump up in shock, causing the camp to explode. Only this time, he was really fighting with the enemy. "Fight with them! Follow me!" Such voices came one after another, letting him know that he was not fighting alone.
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