Hearing the shouts of people standing high up who saw Jiannu coming to kill him, the crowd (not the team) suddenly became chaotic, crying for fathers and mothers, and calling for children and daughters.

Mao Wenlong could only yell and suppress him: "Don't mess up, don't mess up, listen to me."

This is a fatal time, who can listen to you? All people began to move closer to their loved ones. The old, weak, women and children who had just been separated ran back to their young and strong families again. Everyone hoped to hug them.

When we got together, everyone had one thought - even if they die, the family will die together. In that world, we can endure hardships and enjoy happiness together.

Mao Wenlong looked at the "big army" that was in chaos again and could only jump around helplessly. If this continued, and Jiannu rushed in, only one of them would die.

Facing such a team, Mao Wenlong now really envies his predecessor. How did he escape with such a team? What a miracle it would be, but based on this, Mao Wenlong is definitely a god

.

"Bang." A loud noise exploded in Mao Wenlong's ears. At that time, Mao Wenlong was almost frightened to death, and he became furious. What time has it been? There are still people who have the leisure to set off firecrackers. This is to celebrate his impending death.

?

I endured the ringing in my ears and turned my head to look around. I saw a guy holding a strange-looking fire weapon with white smoke coming out of the muzzle. He was yelling at the chaotic team and crowd: "Don't mess around, listen."

The commander in chief directs."

Hey, this kid has an impression that his own soldier Wang Hao is fiercely facing the chaotic people, no, it's the team shouting and yelling.

The sound of a gunshot was much more effective than Mao Wenlong's shouts jumping up and down. The originally chaotic crowd immediately settled down. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mao Wenlong immediately shouted to the adopted sons and soldiers around him: "Hurry up!

Separate the old, weak, women and children from the young and strong, quickly, quickly."

A group of foster soldiers armed with decent swords and guns immediately acted like ferocious ghosts, forcibly separating the old, weak, women and children from the young and strong.

The old, weak, women and children no longer cried and struggled at this time. They bid farewell to their relatives with haggard and numb expressions, and then slowly headed north one by one, facing the direction where the slaves were about to rush, and some picked up the wooden sticks on the ground.

, some picked up the stones on the ground, but most of them looked so numb. Everyone leaned on each other tightly, staring into the distance with their eyes blankly, waiting for their inevitable fate.

The young and strong people who were separated had blood-red eyes, biting their lips, tears flowing down like waterfalls, but no one cried out, they just bit their lips tightly, looking at the dark old people and children in front of them, and looking at themselves inside.

parents and relatives.

"Wrong, wrong, wrong direction." Mao Wenlong jumped again.

Wrong? No, according to the normal rules of formation, the old, weak, women and children are on the front line. They are used to block and slow down the impact of the Jiannu cavalry, and then the young and strong come forward to fight.

Or if he sees that the cannon fodder in front is not playing the role they should play, the young man can take advantage of the precious time they have to delay the enemy and immediately turn in and wait to fight again later.

"What are you still doing? Young and strong people, immediately protect the old, weak, women and children into the mountains, and then we, the soldiers, will give them cover." Mao Wenlong was about to get angry now, and the smoke and dust formed by the impact of the slave cavalry in the distance were

It has covered the entire sky in the north, and there are not many opportunities left for me to take these people to escape and turn in. If I continue to wait like this, Jiannu will rush in front of me. Rely on these "soldiers" to resist such a large force of Jiannu.

For a large-scale impact, you'd better look at how many old sows there are in the tree. The result is that everyone will die here.

When such a military order came out, all the "soldiers" were shocked at that time. Everyone thought that Mao Wenlong had given the wrong order.

The thoughtful Shang Xueli looked at his adoptive father Mao Wenlong in confusion. He now felt strange to the adoptive father he was familiar with.

The foster father used to be decisive in killing, and to put it bluntly, he was ruthless. But now he does everything regardless of the occasion or time. "Let me think about it slowly."

The adoptive father who used to have a heart of stone, had tears flashing in his eyes just now when he faced the woman and the child.

In a situation like this in the past, there was no point in letting the elderly and children rush in to fight for opportunities for everyone, and then decide whether to fight or leave according to the situation. But this is good, the current arrangement has simply messed things up.

Now Mao Xueli has begun to complain about his second brother Mao Zhongming, who caused trouble. It was you who used any means to give his adoptive father a sap. This time it's good. He has defeated the devil. What should he do now?

So Mao Xueli closed his eyes, held a lotus finger in his hand, and muttered something, almost giving Mao Wenlong a shock on the spot.

Mao Wenlong stepped up and kicked him: "Since when have you been pretending to be a ghost? Why don't you immediately execute the order? Are you waiting for me to kill you with a knife?" Then he really looked around for a knife: "Where is my knife? Where is my knife?"

Oh, by the way, my so-called treasured sword was given to Zhang Pan to kill the traitors, and now I am just using my bare hands.

You have to do it with your bare hands. You must not let the fellow villagers who followed you to die for no reason. That will make your conscience uneasy.

However, Mao Wenlong's kick made Mao Xueli extremely happy. The strength and speed of this kick fully proved that his father's handsome man had not yet reached a deep level of evil. This was no longer the same as the former fiery and decisive Marshal Mao.

What's the difference? Then he jumped up and shouted to the two brothers beside him: "Quick, quick, listen to my father and tell the people to run into the mountains quickly, hurry up."

When everyone understood Mao Wenlong's intention to protect the old and the weak, all the young and strong people cheered and knelt down to kowtow to Mao Wenlong: "Thank you, Marshal, for surviving. From now on, our lives belong to the Marshal."

Mao Wenlong is so angry. How long has it been since he came to express his loyalty? Is this going to cost him his life?

He had no choice but to go into battle in person and take the lead. He picked up an old man with his left hand, carried an old woman on his back, and held a milk baby in his arms. While running desperately towards the mountains, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Hurry up.

"Take all the old, weak, women and children and go into the mountains quickly." Then he rushed towards the mountains.

With the commander taking the lead and setting an example, the effect was immediately obvious. At this time, all the young and strong people did not care whether they were their relatives or not, and ran towards the mountains, pulling and pulling.

Fortunately, our team was close to the mountain, and they rushed into the mountain and into the old forest in just a few dozen steps.

As soon as he entered the forest, Mao Wenlong put down the people on his body, and then shouted at the crowd swarming in: "Let the old people, children, and injured soldiers retreat on their own. It's a man. He formed a formation with me to stop the slave establishment."

, protect the fathers and fellow villagers.”

This time, Mao Wenlong's order was immediately responded to by all the soldiers. The young and strong men immediately put down their elders and stood tightly beside Mao Wenlong. They clenched the weapons in their hands and looked resolutely at the approaching Jiantian.

The cavalry of the slave brigade were prepared to die.

Mao Wenlong stood on the front line, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Brothers, for the sake of the fathers and elders behind you, fight to the death and never retreat, kill——."

With this roar, the entire team and the entire forest seemed to fall silent. All the soldiers held the swords, guns or wooden sticks in their hands and looked at Mao Wenlong in surprise.

Such slogans have never been heard before, and such fighting purposes have never been seen before.

Everyone fights, and it sounds like they are fighting for the loyal emperor, for the emperor who no one has ever seen and who has not benefited from him at all.

Privately, they fight for military rewards, promotion and wealth, and honor for their ancestors.

Today, for the first time, they heard that officials were fighting for the folks behind them. This is what all soldiers want to do but dare not do at this time.

Mao Xueli suddenly understood the good intentions of his father. He was taking those old, weak, women and children as hostages, and he was forcing these bastards to fight to the death.

Understanding this truth, Mao Xueli immediately imitated Mao Wenlong and shouted at the top of his lungs: "For the sake of the elders behind me, I will fight to the death and kill -"

Mao Zhongming, Mao Youde and other confidants immediately followed their father in command and shouted together: "For the sake of the elders behind me, we will fight to the death and kill -."

Nearly a thousand brothers shouted together: "For the sake of our fathers and elders behind us, we will fight to the death and kill—"

The roars from the heart merged into a strong morale that made the mountains respond and shocked the enemy.

In this roar, the original spirit of Mao Wenlong's soldiers began to change. They had a real goal. They knew what they were fighting for and who they were fighting for. So,

This became the soul of Mao Wenlong's Dongjiang Army. Because of its soul, a strong army could no longer be defeated or delayed. Under the dark and declining sky of the Ming Dynasty, in the dire straits of Liaodong, and under the iron hoofs of the Jurchen barbarians,

Next, it begins to sprout and grow.
Chapter completed!