However, methods are methods, just like a soldier who has never been in battle, no matter how much training he has undergone and how many excellent awards he has received, he is still a new recruit. These remaining elements have disappeared on the battlefield for three to four hundred years.

Can the sharp warriors still be as brave and powerful as the Qin Dynasty?

At Lidian, fifty miles west of Qishan Mountain, a military column was walking silently.

Although it has not rained anymore, the sky is not very bright. Occasionally, there will be mountains with moisture, swaying the grass and trees on the mountain ridges, making a sharp whistling sound, and suddenly the shadows of the trees are like charming cliffs and rocks, like mandrills.

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Meng Hua was a little nervous, and the palms holding the weapon were sweating. Listening to the sound that sounded like whimpering and weeping when the wind passed through the woods, he felt that his heart was beating like a drum in his chest.

Boom boom.

Fear doesn't necessarily mean much, it's just nervousness. Fear means not wanting to go to the battlefield, it's a complete escape emotion, while nervousness means looking forward to going to the battlefield, but not knowing whether you can do it well, and worrying about gains and losses.

He had never experienced the upcoming battles and fights, so he was naturally a little nervous. He couldn't help but look ahead, and his throat felt a little dry.

"Afraid?"

Meng Shu, who was walking on one side, saw Meng Hua's expression, came to Meng Hua's side and asked.

Meng Shu looked straight ahead, his expression was calm, and his tone was extremely steady. He seemed to be asking about a very common thing. It seemed that he was already used to this kind of thing, and he was neither surprised nor surprised.

"No!" Menghua subconsciously denied it and said, "I didn't!"

"Yeah." Meng Shu responded, then patted Meng Hua on the shoulder, raised his head and said, "It is said that when we Mengshi went out to battle, we couldn't get much results..."

"Ah?" Menghua's attention was obviously diverted and he couldn't help but ask, "Why is this?"

Meng Shu laughed and said: "Because as soon as our Mengshi soldiers arrived on the battlefield, the other side started running... Killing the fleeing soldiers of the opponent can only count as half... Sometimes we can't kill the surrendered ones, you say we can

how many?"

Meng Hua didn't know whether it was true or not. He looked at Meng Shu with wide eyes and said, "Our ancestors are so powerful?"

"Of course!" Meng Shu replied categorically, "It's just because it's so powerful...forget it, you may not understand this now...when you go into battle, just follow me."

Meng Shu patted Meng Hua on the shoulder again and walked forward.

Unconsciously, the sweat in Menghua's hands seemed to disappear. Menghua watched Meng Shu's figure slowly move forward and walked under the battle flag with white characters on a black background.

This war flag with white characters on a black background once fluttered high in the Central Plains. It once drove out the Huns in the north of Yinshan Mountain. It once rolled and jumped in the yellow sand and waves of blood. It also once disappeared in the long river of history.

Now, it stands up again, unfolds in the wind, and dances between heaven and earth.
Chapter completed!