The commander-in-chief decided to fight, and received an unprecedented burst of cheers from the soldiers. Mao Xueli immediately organized everyone to hide and ambush, preparing to launch a surprise attack and annihilate these Han army bastards.

As a result, Mao Wenlong grabbed Mao Xueli and stopped everyone from looking for an ambush in the bushes and jungles.

"Commander Father, aren't we going to give the enemy an ambush?" Mao Xueli asked in confusion.

Mao Wenlong shook his head and rejected his suggestion: "We will not ambush and attack this time. We will give those turtle bastards of the Han army a dignified battle."

As soon as Mao Wenlong said this, he immediately caused a huge shock in the team. Everyone began to whisper to each other. The high fighting enthusiasm on his face was immediately replaced by confusion and fear.

Mao Wenlong smiled bitterly in his heart. Look, after all, they were still the original Ming army. Although their victory just now gave them the courage to fight, they lacked the courage to defeat the enemy.

Courage needs to be cultivated. If you cannot take the first step of daring to fight the enemy openly, then the team you lead will always become a guerrilla army, and this team will never become a regular army.

Think about it later, when you lead a group of troops with guerrilla habits and face the behemoth Houjin, and when you encounter the enemy, your men all have stag-headed eyes, their heads are shrunk, their eyes are wandering, what will happen?

Isn’t it funny and tragic? How can we achieve the ultimate victory that eliminates money?

Therefore, we must take advantage of the courage we have just summoned up and take advantage of the fact that this Han army, which is just a scumbag, must take the first step in this dignified battle.

Seeing that the soldiers who were extremely excited just now became hesitant, Mao Wenlong shouted: "Are you afraid of those weaklings in the Han army?"

This roar shook everyone's spirits, and was followed by another roar from the bottom of their hearts: "For the sake of the fathers and elders behind us, we will fight to the death, kill -" Mao Wenlong took a big step forward, faced the foot of the mountain in the north, and fought with all his strength.

He tried his best and shouted out this slogan that has become the soul of this army.

No one responded. Except for Mao Wenlong's own monotonous voice, the surroundings were deathly silent. All the soldiers looked at each other with some fear and some hesitation.

Mao Wenlong once again took a big step forward, pointing the captured sword in his hand toward the sky: "For the sake of the fathers and elders behind you, fight to the death and never retreat, kill——"

There was still deathly silence around them. Many soldiers began to tighten their grip on the swords and guns in their hands, and their expressions began to become solemn.

Mao Wenlong strode forward for the third time, slashed the sword in his hand into the air, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "For the sake of the fathers and elders behind us, we will fight to the death and kill—"

The mountains responded, and the waves of pines and waves echoed.

Mao Zhongming strode forward and stood behind Mao Wenlong.

Mao Xueli strode forward and stood on Mao Wenlong's left shoulder.

Mao Youde strode forward and stood on the right side of Mao Wenlong.

Wang Hao strode up the mountain and stood firmly in front of Mao Wenlong.

The adopted son whose name he didn't know waved the big flag in his hand, shook it vigorously, and stood behind Mao Wenlong.

,,,,,, One after another, the soldiers took their steps that were either firm, hesitant, or vain, and joined Mao Wenlong's side.

There were more and more soldiers around Mao Wenlong, and finally formed a strong formation.

Then, the flag-bearer waved the flag again and shouted at the sky at the top of his lungs: "For the sake of the elders behind you, fight to the death and never retreat, kill——"

All the soldiers were shouting in unison: "For the sake of our fathers and elders behind us, we will fight to the death and kill—"

The sounds changed from chaos to order, one after another, like an overwhelming force, changing the color of the country and moving the world. This time, Mao Wenlong's guerrillas finally took their most determined step.

This sonorous and powerful cry reached the ears of the Han soldiers who were climbing up the mountain like muffled thunder. It was like a huge thunder hitting the top, shaking the Han soldiers one by one. The thunderous roar was like a huge

The wall pressed down from the depths of the mountain forest, causing the Han soldiers to turn pale, and their hands holding swords and guns began to tremble. Their hesitant steps came to a complete halt, and a feeling of fear began to creep in unknowingly.

It rose up in my heart and eventually permeated my whole body.

I don't know who it was. Unable to withstand the huge pressure, I suddenly screamed, turned around and ran down the mountain.

As soon as he ran like this, the effect of the herd began to show. The 500 Han troops turned around and fled down the mountain without seeing the enemy.

The observation post climbing on a big tree saw the embarrassment of the Han troops, and couldn't help but excitedly shouted to his comrades who were lining up below to prepare for a deadly battle: "The enemy has escaped, the enemy has escaped -"

This news, like a strong spring breeze, replaced the severe cold and heat, making all the soldiers' blood boil again. Wang Hao couldn't help but violently tore off his clothes, revealing his scarred chest, and directed at the long

Tianyang shouted: "Ah——"

All the soldiers, like him, opened their clothes and exposed their bony chests to the cold wind. They opened their mouths and shouted at Changtian, venting the courage to return to their bodies——

Mao Wenlong also pulled open his clothes and shouted with the soldiers - This is not possible, it's winter, don't catch a cold. In this era of appalling lack of medical conditions, a cold will kill you.

Li Yongfang, who fled back to the starting position in embarrassment, was hit by A Min with a riding whip. Fortunately, he dodged quickly, but the riding whip still made an obvious mark on his shoulder. Although he was blocked by the thick cotton armor, it still

Li Yongfang felt heartbreaking pain.

It's not the shoulder that hurts, it's the heart.

Regardless of my shame, I abandoned my ancestors and joined your gang of robbers. As a result, not only did I have to be whipped and scolded by my father-in-law for no reason, but I also had to be scolded and humiliated by you, a bastard. Could it be that I joined this gang of robbers?

Are you here to be offended?

Thinking of this, Li Yongfang slapped his neck and glared at Amin.

Amin roared angrily: "You Aqina, you Seth Hei (you are a pig, you are a dog), you are a dog slave, do you still want to rebel?"

Faced with such humiliation, Li Yongfang suddenly became discouraged.

Yes, when he was in the Ming Dynasty, he was a human being and a general, but since he surrendered to Hou Jin, since he married that ugly and dirty woman, and since he heard that he had surrendered to Hou Jin, and since his old father in his hometown committed suicide in shame and anger, he

He is no better than a pig or a dog, and he can only serve as a slave of the slave builders.

"It is the incompetence of my subordinates that has brought shame to Daijin. Please punish me by the flag master." Li Yongfang obediently knelt down in front of Amin's horse.

Regarding Li Yongfang's current behavior, when he raised his neck at her, she had looked at him somewhat condescendingly, but seeing him like this now, Amin felt as disgusted as if he had eaten countless flies.

The Jurchens respect heroes and look down on weaklings and cowards, even if the hero is the enemy or even if the coward is one of their own tribe.
Chapter completed!