Next to Jiang Xingquan, there was a bloody corpse, which was the inspector of the sentry to which they belong. In a daytime battle today, he was killed. Jiang Xingquan trembled and reached into his arms, took out a booklet stained with blood, and slowly flipped it, which recorded the military achievements of each soldier. It was the basis for the rewards of the Northern Army after the war.

Holding this bloody booklet, Jiang Xingquan raised it high and showed it to the soldiers around him one by one. Then he carefully picked up a military flag from the side and wrapped the booklet layer by layer. After wrapping it, a soldier next to him silently handed over a piece of cowhide soft armor.

Jiang Xingquan nodded, cut the soft cowhide armor with a knife, then wrapped it outside the military flag, tied it firmly with silk ribbons, raised his sword, and dug it up on the soil wall.

After a moment, a small cave appeared in front of everyone. He gently put the package in, then bent down, picked up the soil, sealed the cave firmly, picked up the half-cut sword from the ground, raised his hand, inserted the knife above the cave with a squeak, and wrapped the identity plate of the military inspector on the knife.

The soldiers watched silently as Jiang Xingquan finished all this seriously.

After Jiang Xingquan turned around, his eyes swept across the crowd, "Brothers, everyone has seen that every contribution you have made is clearly recorded. If the battle is won in the future, someone will come to clean up the battlefield and find the corpses of the brothers. Then they will find that this credit is poor. Take Xingling back, and the brothers' families will have rewards, merit fields, pensions, and certificates for exemption of taxes. The prince will never let us shed blood and cry."

"The prince is wise!" The soldiers roared silently.

Jiang Xingquan laughed and said, "But brothers, we are still the last battle, but this battle has no contribution to this battle. This battle is our last battle for the prince. Even if we repay the prince's kindness to us over the years, without the prince, our family is still hungry. Without the prince, maybe we are now slaves in the grassland of men. So this last battle is love, righteousness, and the responsibility of the real man!"

"Well said!" the soldiers cheered.

"For the glory of our family, Prince Yongmu, brothers, let's fight our last battle well. We have enough money. If we do one more, that is to make a profit. The superior officer said, if we fight one more, the prince will be close to victory. Then we will kill ten of them by ourselves, how about it?"

"Destroy with the enemy." The soldiers roared together.

Jiang Xingquan turned around and signaled the two soldiers to drag a large box out of the depths of the cave and lifted it up suddenly. Everyone saw that among the wood chips and hay, one by one, the pottery jars were lying there quietly.

"Hard turbulent oil!" the soldiers exclaimed.

"Hard turmeric, good thing!" Jiang Xingquan laughed, "It's a pity, even in our army, there are very few things. It's not easy for me to earn this box from it. Do you know what we meant to hide here now?"

Everyone nodded.

"Listen!" Jiang Xingquan pressed down with both hands, signaling the soldiers to calm down. The shouts of killing outside came faintly, "These bastards of the guards didn't rest at night and took turns to attack us. Now our position is probably behind enemy lines. At night, countless torches shone. What a wonderful scene it would be when we rushed down and smashed the hot turbulent oil. Can the blazing fire illuminate half of the sky?" Jiang Xingquan licked his lips and said excitedly.

A soldier with a tall and big ox strode forward, picked up a hot oil tank, carefully tied it with a strap, and hung it around his neck, "I am from the mountain tribe, my parents are slaves, and it was the prince who saved us. When I went down the mountain, I was only a teenager, and my family was so poor that I couldn't wear pants, and I had bare eggs all day long. Now my family has dozens of acres of good land, and I can't finish the food every year. My younger brother married last year and my sister also married a wealthy family. I am very satisfied. If it weren't for the prince, my family would be as prosperous as it is now. I would be the first to go!"

Behind him, the soldiers rushed up one after another, picked up one can and tied it up, hung it around their necks. The back was so anxious that they jumped.

"Okay, there's nothing to fight for, it's just a front and back. Everyone will meet on the road to the underworld. When the time comes, open your eyes wide and don't fall behind!" Jiang Xingquan choked and pulled out his battle knife, "Brothers, let's go!"

The team of less than a hundred people quietly drilled out of the cave. The night was very cold. When the cold wind blew, everyone was full of energy. Looking from above, fire dragons appeared particularly, and the guards' military formation was ruthlessly advancing. The soldiers of the Fifth Battalion, who had suffered heavy casualties, were beaten backwards.

"Look, that's General Meng!" The soldiers of the Gaoshan clan pointed below, and a tall general waving a mo knife, blurted out: "General Meng has personally taken the battle!"

"Let's go and poke their butts." Jiang Xingquan glanced at it and realized that it was already a very dangerous time.

In the camp of Xiaowei, messengers who reported military information were flowing one after another. Zhang Yuting's hands trembled slightly, and Congliang's face turned pale. When ordinary troops fought for this, their fighting spirit had long disappeared and completely disintegrated. However, the Zhengbei Army fought to the death and refused to retreat. It seemed that if they did not kill each of them, the battle would not end.

"General. The casualties are too great." Zhang Yuting's voice trembled a little, "If we continue to fight like this, even if we rush out, the casualties will exceed the limit of the number of people. This makes our guards one-third of the troops. How can we fight in the future?"

Cong Liang had a calm face, "The arrow was drawn without turning back. At this time, the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. If you retreat and be weak at this time, you will abandon your previous efforts and fight me. The first battle in history has been the most difficult. Fight. Even if we are weak in the future, don't forget that Su Can and Quan Changbin are there. The enemy in front of them is not the Fifth Battalion of the North Army. Fight!" He suddenly punched the table, Cong Liang stood up and raised the big knife on the side.

"General, what are you going to do?"

"I'll go to the front line to supervise the battle!" Congliang said coldly.

Jiang Xingquan and his men leaned on a steep slope about twenty meters high, staring at the guards not far from them. In front of them, there were densely packed enemy troops waiting to move forward to rotate. They held spears and swords in their hands and lined up in neat rows. Their attention was focused on the battlefield ahead. Even though most of them could not see the battle ahead, they still stared wide, looked around hard, put up their ears, and listened carefully to every detail.

It was time. Jiang Xingquan squinted his eyes and smiled, waved his hand. Leading the high mountain warrior, dozens of soldiers wearing heavy tinder oil suddenly jumped up and ran along the steep slope towards the guards below.

Countless torches shone the line they were hit brightly. As soon as they jumped up and ran, they alarmed the enemy. Countless eyes turned around and looked at these guys who fell into the trap in surprise.

If there were thousands of people, they might be in agitation and panic, but there was no other explanation for these dozens of people who came to rush into the military formation except for seeking death.

The soldiers of the Gaoshan tribe who were running in the front took off the ignition oil tank hanging around their necks, turned around and waved them around their heads. As his hands loosened, the ignition oil tank flew out with a scream.

Behind him, more than a dozen famous scholars flew out. At the same time, the sound of sharp arrows breaking through the air. The soldiers of the Gaoshan clan who were leading immediately got dozens of arrows. Without a snorting, they fell down the ground, and their bodies were rolled down along the steep slope.

The soldiers behind him were not much better than him. The soldiers who rushed in the front were shot into hedgehogs almost instantly, and more were shot down after they tried hard to throw out the harsh oil.

There was a dark thing falling in the air, and countless spears reached into the air, shaking desperately. It seemed like some throwing stones. The guards laughed in their hearts. If it was thrown out by the thunderbolt cannon, it would be a deadly thing, but if you throw it out by human power, how could you hurt me at all?

The spear stabbed on the pottery jar, making a crisp sound of breaking. Countless black raindrops fell from the sky, and the pungent smell instantly filled the audience.

"Hard turmeric!" a veteran screamed.

With a roar, there was a ball of fierce tinder oil. When it was sprinkled, there happened to be a burning torch below. With a sound of rushing to the ground, the flames soaring into the sky rose without warning, and large groups of sparks fell from the air, immediately dyeing the people around them into firemen.

A shrill scream sounded, and a guard wanted to put out the fire on his companion, but his body suddenly started to burn, and the military formation became in chaos in an instant.

At the moment when the flames soared into the air, Jiang Xingquan had already jumped up, "Brothers, do it!"

He ran wildly. At this moment, it seemed that the pain from these days had disappeared. His eyes were red, like a galloping horse. A distance of dozens of meters arrived instantly. He jumped high, raised his sword to press the top, and cut off a guard with one knife and two swords.

Behind him, soldiers of the North Army followed him and rushed up.

The team of less than a hundred people seemed too small in the vast sea of ​​the Guards, but this small stone seed stirred up waves that soared into the sky, stirring the middle section of the Guards into chaos.

The guard behind wanted to squeeze forward to rescue, but the guards fighting in front found that the soldiers behind him were panicked. They were worried that their retreat would be cut off, and they immediately felt like they were retreating. Meng Ping seized the fighter plane at this moment. Maybe it wasn't him who was intentional, but he was already fighting crazy at this time. As soon as he noticed the opponent's timidity, he instinctively rushed forward.
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