At Yang Dongli's promise, all the official members of the bald bandits present, as well as the war slaves and cannon fodder of small tribes, suddenly began to breathe quickly.
All of the above can be said to be what they have dreamed of for a long time.
If it were those Huns, it would be okay if we didn't surround them, but now it seems like they can't escape, so they might as well fight to the death.
So soon after, when they looked at each other, they could see each other's desire to fight.
But they soon learned that the above-mentioned promised benefits were nothing at all; there were more things that could make them fight to the last breath.
Because Yang Dong's voice fell, others started their performances one after another.
After Huang Yizhi was tinkering around, he first took out the glass wolf handicraft that Ban Chao had just returned to him; after holding it up high, he drank loudly:
"See clearly, this is the most precious treasure in the world.
The reason why it is so crystal clear is because it is a treasure that was finally condensed from a ray of soul left by the Sirius God in the world.
This time, the Huns are here to steal this treasure from us.
To put it mildly, it doesn't matter if they die, but Ban Chao cannot die.
"We will definitely live up to the leader." Fan Lie took the lead in shouting this, his eyes full of the intention of fighting to the death.
As arranged before, at Hu Biao's side, the cannon fodder was divided into two, and faced the opponents on both wings with numerous tribes as units.
However, the above alone seems to be enough.
So much so that after hearing such a question, he was stunned for about twenty or thirty seconds.
It wasn't until the voice fell from Ali's mouth that Hu Biao and the others made all kinds of promises and fights, because they couldn't make it up anymore, it was finally over.
At least I hope that Fan Lie and other Zhou people can continue to live.
But in the end, after gritting his teeth, Yang Dongli issued his order: "According to the training outline, you and I will form an arrow formation.
He took out a thick roll of parchment from a bag on his horse and shouted loudly: "I know that many people have always doubted my identity because of my appearance, skills, etc.
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It is precisely because of this that after Hu Biao thought about something in his mind, he couldn't help but ask: "Ban Sima, your father Ban Biao is an important minister of the imperial court, and your eldest brother Ban Gu is the secretary of the school.
Then, he pointed to a group of people on the right and drank in his mouth: "Help me entangle those Huns on the right.
As long as you have it, it can protect the tribe's warriors from victory. Now it can also protect us. Warriors who win the final victory in this battle, victory will eventually belong to us."
Even the younger sister is known to have great talents. It can be said that the whole family is a noble one.
When the camps of both sides rang out loud horn calls of "Dirty, dirty~", the largest battle that Hu Biao and others had ever participated in finally officially began.
However, what he was not confident about was who of the more than 1,300 people who had faced 3,000 opponents, including a thousand golden wolf troops, would survive after the battle was over.
For a moment, everyone was facing the statue of the glass wolf, and they all knelt on the ground piously.
Frankly speaking, Hu Biao still has some confidence in the tactics they formulated.
Ban, don’t regret~”
Likewise, I don’t care how ferocious the Huns will be, I just care that after you withstand it, you won’t be missing anything I promised you before.”
But after Hu Biao rushed to the street and winked and made crazy hints, he had to be forced to open for business.
Good guy! How have these country bumpkins ever seen such glass handicrafts before?
Judging from their firm expressions, they should be trustworthy.
But once a fight breaks out, no one can guarantee that Ban Chao will be fine.
But after he reacted, he smiled extremely freely at Hu Biao and drank loudly:
"As a man, Ban, how can he always make a living by doing some pen and ink business? He should learn from the three-foot sword proposed by Fu Jiezi and Zhang Qian, serve the country and the people, and find feudal princes thousands of miles away.
I was originally a saint who served the Sirius God. All methods of treating people and animals were taught by the great and supreme Sirius God.
If possible, he really didn't want them all to spend it here.
He stretched out his hand and pulled through the cannon fodder of about 1,500 people, roughly dividing it into even halves.
Frankly speaking, even though these are all barbarians, Yang Dongli has some feelings for them after getting along with them for such a long time.
Needless to say, all their fantasies about heroes have been fulfilled...
Even Ah Li was very repulsed by such an approach.
They were all frantically painting pie cakes and giving blood to the Western Hu people under his command, stimulating their desire to fight to the death.
Not only for the things that Yang Dongli and others promised just now; the fact that their leaders were actually willing to take the lead in the charge also played a big role.
Huang Yizhi's voice finally fell, and Brother Lang Qing immediately added: "I know there are many of you who really want to steal the sword and armor with a bald head.
Yang will live up to you, and you will never let me down."
In it, I record all my methods of treating diseases of humans, cattle and sheep. As long as I defeat these Huns, they will all belong to you."
The Hu people in the Western Regions worship heroes, and this is what Yang Dongli and others did.
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Seeing such a situation, Yang Dongli made a decisive decision and made some specific arrangements for these people in the next battle.
Almost at the same time, both sides slowly drove their horses at the same time.
Forget it! Since it is what it is, I admit it and I confess it.
Because under the above-mentioned rewards that are irresistible, everyone's eyes turned red...
We, the leaders, are at the forefront, Fan Lie and you are behind, and the other war slaves are at the end. Come with us and charge together until death.
Then, Yang Dongli turned his eyes to the bald thief who they had pulled up with their own hands, a group of trusted natives, and the war slaves.
In the meantime, this guy took out one glass craft after another from a bag on his horse, and showed it to the public one by one. At the same time, he shouted loudly:
"I, Huang Yizhi, swear in front of the statue of the Sirius God that I will only defeat these Huns.
Hu Biao and Ban Chao formed a large arrow formation, and behind them were a group of netizens and an army of bald thieves totaling 1,300 people.
Pointing to the half of the people on the left, he drank: "Listen here, help me trap the Huns on the left. No matter how many of you there are, no one can be let go until the battle is over."
It doesn’t matter! As long as Mr. Wolf doesn’t die after this battle, all the warriors who fight bravely will get a piece of armor and weapons made by me. They all belong to you~"
For a moment, looking at the flawless glass wolf in the sun, I believed Huang Yizhi's deception that "victory will eventually belong to us".
Even if Ban Sima does nothing, the glory of his life must be simple. After giving up his writing and joining the army, and now being surrounded by the Huns, do you ever have any regrets?"
Not only this statue, but also these, all of them are yours."
In short, these guys are making all kinds of promises.
Maybe this is a question that no one has ever asked Ban Chao face to face.
"Here~" Following the example of the Han army, all the cannon fodders solemnly agreed.
After holding the glass wolf in his hand for twenty seconds and putting it away again, Huang Yizhi continued to make another shocking revelation.
"What a man who has no regrets. Hu has never regretted traveling across the Western Regions with Ban Sima." After hearing this, Hu Biao cheered loudly.
Then the laughter of their group resounded throughout this battlefield, which was indescribably heroic.
So much so that Fan Lie would think of this scene many years later and be proud of his Han blood; because he believed that only Han people had such a heroic spirit of dying generously.
The barbarians were just showing their bravery at that moment...
