Old Wang held the knife in his left hand and the card in his right hand. He shook his body gently from time to time, and turned sideways to let the card cover most of the key points of his upper body. This simple movement and conditioned reflex that instinctively covers himself are the experiences and lessons that have been immersed in his long-term military career丨

You can maintain a vigilance when moving, and adjust the angle slightly to block the arrows from far away, or remove the swords that are chopped in front of you and unload the force to the lower plate.

He is 45 years old this year and is considered a veteran. Since he was a teenager who was tricked into the baggage team and became a loser for a bite, he spent so long in the army that everyone forgot his original name, leaving only the nickname of this daily title.

He was already used to following behind the group of reckless young men in the army, giving them a chance to deal with them, making accusations for tigers, and he was a little bored to endure their dislike and mockery, and was also a little bored.

At the last moment, he gave up on himself and cut off the soldiers who were left behind, urged them to fight for time to fight for the death of the enemy, turned around and surrendered to the enemies holding long guns, so he got some kind of observation and retained identity, and then became a team officer of these unreliable former officers and soldiers.

He gently licked his lips with his tongue, although he had just drunk water. In just a short time, he changed into a hostile identity and faced those nominal comrades in the official army, which made him feel a little complicated. He didn't know whether this choice was right or wrong, and he didn't know what the future should be.

He looked at the naval soldiers walking in front again, these light-armed troops, shirtless and short hips, only half-body rings, shoulder scimitars that are conducive to melee combat or short guns that are conducive to throwing and fighting. Half of them also carry crossbow boxes or short bows, which look the most conspicuous.

After encountering, they dispersed and captured more than a dozen riots who were taking advantage of the situation. They watched the surviving men, women, young and old, cry or cringe out of various streets and buildings, cry and ask for help, and then were driven into teams by the auxiliary soldiers and brought them to the rear.

His depression and upset mood was only a little relieved, as if he was doing something more correct and vaguely in line with a certain conscience.

Under some kind of powerful sayings and compromise, I finally decided to send troops to assist those naval teams and enter the city. Lu You was stayed as my contact and coordinator, which was my little intention for the Lu Gong in Longque Garden.

Between the port and urban areas, in addition to the embankments, there are also large areas of lakes and ponds and stacked houses. The navy team fought for the front station, and we followed behind to press the formation, slowly cleared the streets and arranged the routes.

There were people climbing and jumping on the roof and between the eaves, following the steps of the brigade, and they were scouts who were observing high.

The lineup of the city that was defeated in a crushing city made people frown. Although we have seen many such scenes, I still touched and disliked me. It was nothing else. I saw it all. The work done by these officers and soldiers was too rough and too overwhelming...

We are here to fight in various states. Although we are also robbing and are not without the work of burning villages and destroying villages, but we are of the kind of technical work that is orderly and organized, and try to avoid accidents and unnecessary resistance.

I don't have that high moral integrity, nor am I a hypocritical Virgin. I also need spoils and other gains to boost morale and cultivate the soldiers' centripetal force.

But in my opinion, it is obviously not worth the money and extremely low cost-effective to indulge soldiers in arbitrarily burning, killing, plundering, and raising morale.

Not only did it waste materials and human resources that could have been used on the spot, but it left behind a piece of ruins and hatred that could not be recycled and created value, but it also broke the discipline and moral limits of the army.

The so-called soldiers certainly have morality, but they are different from ordinary people's moral category. They belong to the special moral concept cultivated by the large group, obeying and executing orders and executing orders, and being a friend of life and death. After all, the army is also a violent machine with discipline as the core.

The superiority and class order, and the kindness and mutual assistance between comrades are also part of the order system. It is completely different to let them cooperate with each other to kill enemies on the battlefield and rebels who take up weapons, and to slaughter those unprepared civilians for no reason.

Once the control that is actively relaxed is lost, it will not be so good to be taken back. After the soldiers are used to venting violence against the weak, no matter how rational and authoritative the chief officer is, he will easily be swept away by the solitary and atrocities of his subordinates, and go further and further in the deviant path and the direction of self-destruction...

The modern neon army is the best negative example and lessons learned丨

So I would rather waste my skills and twists and turns than maintain my control and influence over the army. What they can and cannot do must be strictly disciplined and conditioned reflexive control, and spontaneously controlled within the basic framework formulated by my will.

After all, I can't brainwash my subordinates into a modern moral concept like me, so I must give them a reason, a reasonable reason, such as basic honors and discipline, and material and verbal encouragement and praise...

I thought so until the noise and fighting sounded again in front of me.

"Report, the navy team encountered a brigade of riots blocking the road, and was fighting fiercely..."

"The White Soldiers and Guns Team of the Third Capital have already gone up to support..."

"The fourth capital, the first and second gun team, began to fight... the white soldiers are taking the road and detours."

"The first one is ready to answer..."

However, after a few small cannons, which were obviously installed on a large cart and used as a weapon to attack, the shouts of the battle ended hastily without lasting for a long time, with a burst of undisguised cheers.

"Report, the navy has found the target person and has begun to retreat."

The flag soldiers who ran errands and sent messages reported again

"Notify our department to support one or two."

I saw the soldiers of the naval team, as if they were nervously and alertly, escorting several figures, walking over until they entered a temporary reinforced and thickened cart. The vegetables breathed a little relieved.

Immediately afterwards, there were some wounded and those who were carried on stretchers, who were obviously members of the naval team who had previously been lost and trapped in the city.

This is what they call mysterious and mysterious. Let these naval officers and soldiers who are not good at street fighting break into the city for several times at any cost, and involve powerful figures and naval forces that protect them?

However, this has nothing to do with me. After completing the agreement with the navy, I will hand over the defense zone and prisoners. They will "assist" me to collect ships from the port to go to sea and leave this place of trouble.

After all, transporting an entire army and its equipment and supplies to sea is not an easy thing. Sometimes ignorance is also a kind of happiness. I was thinking so, and I was about to ask them to change teams and pick them up and go home.

Suddenly I heard a muffled sound that was quite close, and then something was broken and collapsed. I couldn't help but turn my head to look, but I could not see anything.

I just felt that there was some riots on the other end of the naval team. They accelerated their speed and ran forward, but they were crossed with my men and horses, and some were congested. They couldn't help but push and scream and drink.

Then there was another muffled sound, and this time the distance was closer and clearer. Most people can determine what it was

"It's the sound of shelling"

"Has the guns fired at sea..."

I heard the truth from the left and right.

"The direction is wrong..."

I said decisively

"This is not a distance that can be reached on the ship..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a kind of gurgling air sound. A large bunch of flesh and blood suddenly burst out from the crowd of the navy not far away.

It was like a huge blood flower blooming on the ground. The unknown debris was thrown away, and it splashed like raindrops on the heads and faces of the surrounding people, dyeing a large area of ​​bright red and white mottled.

It looked extremely bloody and cruel. At this time, it was kneeling and rolling in the mess all over the ground. All kinds of screams, screams and wailings came into our ears.

"Distract quickly and find cover"

I had time to say this, and then I heard the sound of the blond, and another large piece of blood splattered near me.

I just raised my hand to act as a protective gesture, and felt that something was thrusting heavily on my face. I couldn't see it immediately. I moaned in the darkness and lost my balance and rolled to the ground.

After lying on the ground, after a few breaths that made people suffocate, all kinds of extremely anxious calls were heard.

"Register"

"Tijie..."

"Sijie..."

"Everyone knows..."

I was only helped up by all my hands and wiped off the dirt sticking on my face, and then I saw a face full of care, worry and nervousness, and then turned into a kind of heartfelt thanks and relief.

I felt that my face was so sore, my lips and nose were so painful that I lost my sense of touch. Could it be that I was distorted? I thought so

"How about casualties..."

I found myself dragged under the eaves on the street and asked immediately.

"Everyone is still good, only some skin injuries"

A voice beside me responded, but it was Zhang Lizheng, the first deputy director.

"It's your mount"

Following his sight, I saw that the position of the red tiger was originally riding on the mount, and most of the back of the saddle was left, and the horse's head and forelimbs were gone.

I turned around and looked for it, but I was shocked. The huge red tiger's head was resting on the wall, staring at us with a lifeless pupil, looking at us in a very serious and terrifying posture.

OK, Red Tiger, go with peace of mind again, I read it silently.

On the opposite side of the street, the people from the navy were already killed and injured. All kinds of soldiers with broken arms and legs were lying in several radial pools of blood, moaning and climbing.

Some people seemed to be unable to see the scars, covered in blood and motionless on the ground, or they could not get up, and looked like a miserable scene.

"Go and help them..."

I shouted

"promise……"

Some figures rushed over with their waists and saw their flexible figures. I sighed. My usual room cannon training was not in vain.

"Come here to help..."

"It's hard to die..."

At this time, various roars came from the other end of the excuse, and the special carriage loaded with "important people" seemed to be broken by the broken pieces of the wheels and fell directly to the ground. A naval officer wearing a hat was directing the dozens of people trying to lift them up.

But there was no way to prevent a loud bang from the wall. As dust fragments splashed, half of the pillars on the eaves of the tiles were interrupted, and they slammed into their heads in a burst of thunder. They screamed in tears, their heads were bleeding and they all fell to the ground, and even half of the carriage buried.

"kill,"

At this time, a huge wave of chaos appeared on the other side of the street again, roaring and screaming.

The remaining naval troops on the street rushed forward almost bravely, took off the crossbow and pulled the box, and shot it quickly, immediately overturned many of the enemies in the front row, and then pulled out the scimitar to slash and fight.

But a little far behind them seemed to be because they had just lost their chief officer and were frightened by shelling, and there were more naval soldiers, but they kept screaming and turned around and fled, leaving behind these fighting comrades.

"Gun soldiers..."

I roared anxiously. Your sister's naval teams are indeed unreliable.

"And my artillery team..."

“Here”

The model team Murong shouted, leading this team of troops to rush past me. Then they emerged from the hiding building like a storm.

There were also two small cannons tied to the cart, which almost loaded the medicine and filled the eggs while pushing and trotting, and then stuffed a sealed wooden cake in it.

At the sparse unyielding figures of the sea soldiers who had been killed and had been covered in wounds, they lit the incense of thread.
Chapter completed!