As the gateway to Wuzhou, Moling Pass is also a powerful pass in the Qin Dynasty. The city wall is more than ten meters high with whole pieces of stone, and the middle is filled with mixed slurry made of mixed bean grass, sand and lime. It has been hit by wind and rain for decades, and it has been reinforced many times during this period. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is solid. Logically speaking, with such a powerful pass as a supporter, the guards of Moling Pass should be very grateful, but Meng Wu's mood at this moment can be said to be terrible.

"Wang Wei, this trash! Let him take control of Rushui and Rushui! He can't help but say that the enemy is coming from afar and has unstable foothold. Our army is waiting for the effort to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop! Is he an idiot like him?!"

In the general's mansion, Meng Wu was rushing back and forth anxiously, and the best porcelain bowl was broken all over the floor. The maid in the mansion hid aside tremblingly, either moving forward or retreating, and could only lower his head and keep trembling.

Meng Wu walked a few times, stopped suddenly, and shouted to the kneeling soldiers outside the door: "Tell Wang Wei that idiot! I don't want to see him, so don't embarrass you at the door of my mansion! Hurry up and go back to the barracks to prepare for war. If you lose again, you don't have to come back!! In addition, notify all officers above the school lieutenant to discuss matters in the partial hall!"

The personal soldiers outside the door were as if they were granted a general amnesty and stood up and ran outside the mansion. Meng Wu turned around and shouted at the trembling maid: "Clean up quickly, do you still need the master to teach you how to work!!!" After saying that, he walked towards the side hall angrily.

As the Chu army approached, the atmosphere at Moling Pass gradually became tense. Teams of Qin soldiers took to the streets to maintain order. There were fewer people on the roadside hotels and teahouses, and more people talked about the topics of Rushui defeat. Whether Moling Pass could defend the Moling Pass was full of depression. The air was filled with waves of depression, and in such an atmosphere, Ying Guang and his group entered Moling Pass.

Ying Guang came by car, and he was in the same car as Zhuge Yun.

Ying Guang originally disagreed, but although his body recovered well, he still couldn't ride a horse. Seeing that the army was approaching, he was in a hurry to follow the power, so he didn't care about so much.

It was still awkward at the beginning, but after talking for too much, the atmosphere gradually eased. Ying Guang was surprised to find that although Zhuge Yun was a woman, she was excellent in astronomy, geography, humanities and history, and had unique vision. As for Zhuge Yun, she was also surprised that Ying Guang was very talkative and had a wide range of knowledge. No matter how you look at it, she didn't look like a big-headed soldier, but she looked like a master of a family. Anyway, she was not so indifferent to Ying Guang along the way.

The car continued to walk along the street, and turned a corner after a hundred meters later, and stopped in front of a small inn. On the eve of the war, there were not many people in the inn. I asked for two rooms, and the three of them temporarily stayed.

Two days later, there were even fewer pedestrians on the street. The strong wind swept the loess along the street and rushed towards the city gate, bringing down bamboo strips on the street. The bamboo strips rolled, and were shattered by the Qin soldiers who ran past them before they were trampled.

Ying Guang looked at Qin Bing's back as he left, turned around and said, "Thank you for your life-saving grace. The lieutenant colonel is collecting the defeated soldiers. Let's leave here. The girl should leave as soon as possible. This is a place of failure. As soon as the Chu army arrived, the four doors were locked, and I was afraid that I could not get out even if I wanted to."

Zhuge Yun nodded, "The gentleman from Fengyi Pavilion in Xianyang has an old age with me. He asked me to go to her place last year, but he was tied up by trivial matters until now. After this battle, if you have the chance, you can go to Fengyi Pavilion to find me."

Ying Guang gave Zhuge Yun a bow, tightened his collar, and walked towards the lieutenant schoolyard in the city against the wind.

However, Qiao'er's girl had red eyes, held Zhuge Yun's forearm and asked, "Miss, can we still see Brother Ying?"

"Yes, I believe he will come to Xianyang. Qiaoer, let's go too."

At the campus of the city, the Zhenwu Captain Liu Chong was collecting the defeated soldiers. In the past few days, there were only a thousand people who came back one after another, and they were all injured. Just now, General Meng was scolded by General Meng and returned to various departments in a mess. The dispatched troops and transported materials were still free here. There were fewer and fewer Qin soldiers who fled back in the past few days. It was probably only so many. He could barely gather a team of thousands of people. Once the war started, these more than a thousand people were cannon fodder. He dared to take a step back. The swords of the law enforcement team were not vegetarians.

Just as I was about to finish my morning trip to Yixiangju for two drinks, the curtain of the military tent was suddenly lifted, and a young figure walked to the center of the military tent with the wind mixed with earth.

"Under the command of General Pioneer King, the centurion of the rear army, Ying Guangren returned to the team!"

Liu Chong raised his eyelids, glanced at Ying Guang, and reached out to grab the roster on the left side of the case and looked through it.

"Well, the Centurion of the Back Army, the Centurion Ying Guang, you are lucky. The Centurion of the Palace Back will be back, and you are the only officer who will be back."

Liu Chong stretched the corner of his mouth, showed an ugly smile, and drew a pick behind Ying Guang's name.

"Walking a hundred steps right after leaving the military tent, you will be defeated. Go there to select a hundred people, reorganize your 100 team, and then go to the military corps to receive equipment."

"Yes!" Ying Guang took two steps back and turned around and came out of the big tent.

"Hmph, why are you coming back? It may be a good result to die on the battlefield. In a few days, I will still be the life of cannon fodder!"

Liu Chong threw the roster on the table, leaned back, and closed his eyes slightly. In his eyes, Ying Guang was already a dead person.

The defeated army camp was filled with sorrow, and the defeated soldiers sat together in groups of three or five. Some were blind, their expressions were numb, some had hideous faces and their bodies were shaking, and some were silent, just polishing the weapons in their hands one after another.

This is not like an army, because it does not have the spirit of moving forward and fearlessness. It is like a group of death row prisoners before execution, with numbness and despair everywhere. Letting such a group of people go to the battlefield is to die!

Ying Guang walked to the center of the crowd and stood slightly. The buzzing sound of the defeated soldiers stopped for a while, and his eyes looked at the tall and thin young man.

"Who is in charge now?" Ying Guang asked.

The defeated soldiers' eyes focused on one person, and they saw that the man was naked, his bronze skin wrapped in his strong muscles, suppressing the amazing strength, and there were pit scars on his skin, which were traces left by the strong bow shooting through the heavy armor. The big hand covered with blue veins was grabbing a whetstone and polishing a mountain-opening axe.

Stopped the work, the man stood up and walked to Ying Guang, who was about 1.9 meters tall and Ying Guang was completely tall.

"Dianjun, one whistle and ten commanders of the infantry army in the Pioneer Camp."

Ying Guang frowned, "Have you arranged other generals? Who will rule us?"

Dian Jun laughed and said, "Where are the generals who come from? We are the cannon fodder camp. There is no time for others to hide. How could we arrange any Shangguan? After a few days, you will be the highest commander of our thousand brothers."

Ying Guang said: "I am just a centurion. The rule of command of a thousand people does not match the military rules, and I may not be able to obtain enough military supplies for a thousand people."

Dian Jun waved his hand: "The war is imminent, who can take care of so many things? Everyone knows that our cannon fodder camp will die. No one will care about so many things. After a battle, it is hard to say how many of these thousand brothers can be left."

Ying Guang shook his head, "I'll try it at the Military Control Office first, Dian Jun, you can bring a few brothers with me."

As Dian Jun said, no one cared about this cannon fodder battalion. The military supplies of thousands of people were successfully led and distributed, and Ying Guang was acquiesced to become the highest commander of this cannon fodder battalion.

On a high platform of the cannon fodder battalion, Ying Guang stood in the front, followed by Dian Jun, Zhang Chao, Weidong and Xu Sixie.

Zhang Chao and Wei Dong were originally following the infantry of the Dian Army, and survived with their personal courage and a little bit of luck. Xu Sixie was a survivor of the scout camp. Only he survived the scout strangle battle.

Looking at the dark crowd below, Ying Guang wanted to say some righteous words, such as sacrificing his life for righteousness and loyalty to the country, but when he spoke, he couldn't say it. At the edge of Rushui, his brothers fell down one by one, leaving only himself to survive. Now, he is going to bring these soldiers who have survived from death to meet death. Why do everyone sacrifice their lives for?!

"I will go to the battlefield in a few days. Today I will talk to you about family matters. Where are you from?!"

The defeated soldiers originally thought that the advancers were rewarded and punished by retreating. Unexpectedly, the new commander asked such a question and looked at each other for a moment, but no one spoke.

"I, I am from Gezhuang, Wuzhou. Everyone in the village called me Dazhuang." A young soldier of sixteen or seventeen years old, leaning on a spear taller than him, and a baby's face was full of nervousness, holding his left hand and saying timidly.

"I'm from Zhouzhuang, Wuzhou!"

"I'm from Sanjiatun!"

"Hey! Lao Zhang, don't you say you are from Xianyang?!"

"Bad! My ancestral home is Xianyang, so I need you to take care of it!"

With a leader, the people below shouted loudly, and 7080% of them were from Wuzhou.

Ying Guang smiled slightly and pressed his hand down.

"Brothers, everyone knows that Moling Pass is the last checkpoint in Wuzhou. After passing this place, it is the Wuzhou Plain. There is no natural danger in the entire Wuzhou. Those nobles can retreat, but we cannot retreat!"

Ying Guang waved his hand violently and pointed to the direction behind the gate and shouted: "There are our relatives there, our home, and the place where our ancestors have been born and raised for generations! If we retreat, it will become a battlefield, our relatives will struggle under the iron hooves of the Chu people, and our children will become orphans! It will become slaves! And our women will also be humiliated by them! Today we will not talk about the country or justice! We will not talk about anything else, but only for our parents! For children! If we advance, we will live! If we retreat, we will die! As a man, what do you do!"

"war!"

"war!"

The remaining troops of more than a thousand people suddenly burst out with amazing momentum! Ge Dazhuang, who had a baby face in the front row, was even more excited and his face was flushed. His voice, which had just changed, mixed with the roars around, echoed over the cannon fodder camp for a long time!
Chapter completed!