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Chapter 8 One mouth is enough

Yang Biao, who was only thirty years old, could not help but start to raise the corners of his mouth when he looked at the clanking figures in front of him.

Military merit, great military merit.

There are more than 700 people!

According to the military merit system of the Qin army, after this battle, I would be promoted to the rank of military prince.

If the battle damage ratio is lower, maybe he can be promoted directly to the rank of captain through the relationship.

Yang Biao, who has only been a member of the Thousand Talents for a year, is about to receive another major promotion. How can he not be happy now?

In order to reduce the battle losses and for the sake of the captain, Yang Biao glanced at the strictly disciplined sergeant in front of him and waved his hand gently.

Everyone understood and immediately formed a defensive formation.

"Listen, you thieves, if you dare to resist today, all nine tribes will be killed. If you can capture the thieves' heads and throw them, the past will be forgotten!" Yang Biao shouted loudly.

This is a necessary skill for ancient officers. There is no wireless headset, and the officer's voice is not loud. How can he command on the battlefield?

That's right, Yang Biao planned to use a weapon that would defeat the enemy without a fight.

When the time came to report his military exploits, he had already thought of how to write it. Yang Qianren was unafraid in the face of danger and had the style of a general. Just when the thieves were about to fight to the death and break through, Yang Qianren suddenly stood up and shouted to drive away the thieves.

The soldiers were so ashamed that they captured the leader of the thieves and others one after another.

Look, you are wise and brave...

Above the mountain col, Wang Buxu opened his ears in surprise. Looking at Yang Biao below who was suddenly interested in performing, he couldn't bear to interrupt.

"I'm not hungry, please say something quickly..." Zhang Buyi pushed Wang Buyi in a panic.

If someone on their side believed it, the fun would be great.

"Don't panic!" Wang Buxu gave Zhang Buyi a reassuring look and immediately picked up a homemade loudspeaker from his hand.

He tried using animal skins and wood, but the results were not good. In the end, a sword was destroyed, so he made a bronze trumpet.

As a high-tech talent, he would not yell into an empty camp like the stupid person below.

"When it comes to bragging, I, Mr. Wang, currently only obey Yang Qianren below. If you open your mouth casually, Qin Lü is so damn special that I have to change it."

"Who are you?" Yang Biao frowned, looking at the figure standing above the col, he felt suddenly panicked.

How could he be where he was?

Why is he going where?

Why isn't he here?

"I am the thief leader you are looking for. I never thought that even the thousands of people responsible for leading the troops to put down the rebellion don't know what the thief leader looks like. No wonder the Qin State has come to where it is today." Wang Buxu mocked unceremoniously.

By Yang Biao.

"Don't talk nonsense. How can a thousand people see clearly when you are standing so far away?" Yang Biao quickly retorted.

Although he doesn't know why he wants to refute, but if he doesn't refute, where is his authority?

‘Rumble…’

Wang Buxian lazily chatted with Yang Biao, which had no meaning and could only be a waste of his own saliva.

What is a real big shot?

For example, the current me just stood up and said a few words, and my military morale was stabilized in an instant.

The huge noise was caused by Chen Tieshan, who was responsible for blocking the exit.

As soon as the gate of the village was closed, the big stone prepared in advance was pushed down, and the exit was instantly blocked. Three hundred soldiers jumped up, with a posture of one man guarding the gate and ten thousand others unable to open it.

At this time, the soldiers who were ambushing above the col also stood up one after another, with their arrows cocked. As soon as Wang Buxu gave the order, hundreds of bows and arrows would ruthlessly shoot at them.

Being condescending, they occupy an absolute geographical advantage.

Even if someone can dodge the bow and arrow attack, it doesn't matter.

There is still a second round of attacks. They have stored a lot of fire starters in the camp below in the past two days. If you refuse to surrender, just set off rockets to ensure that you will be delicious in a moment...

Wang is not hungry and doesn’t know, nor can he believe it.

How could Yang Biao, who stood out from the Qin people, foolishly lead his troops in?

Previously, he had just made a bold assumption, and even made a plan for the Qin army to rush up.

But Wang Buxian never expected that the plans he boasted about were actually better than the choices made by Qin army elite Yang Biao.

At this time, Wang Buxu raised the loudspeaker again.

"You, Yang Biao, are considered the best among the Qin people, right? Look at the decision you have made now! You are leading your men to jump directly into the fire pit! The lives of you Qin people have been really bad these years.

It's easy. To you, the lives of the survivors of the Six Kingdoms are nothing more than numbers. Once they're gone, they're gone. You don't care! I just ask you, if these thousand people below are Qin people, how dare you be so rash?

Have you made this decision?"

"Comrades from the Six Kingdoms, the Qin Army is no longer the Qin Army at that time. Although Yang Biao cannot represent all Qin people, he can almost represent most of the Qin Army officers? Over the past year or so, he, or

How did all the Qin people behave in the military camp? No need for me to say more, right?"

"Qin has unified the six kingdoms for more than 20 years, and those who are good at conquering and fighting have all grown old. The new generation naturally feels that they are superior to others, looks down on others, and is used to being pampered. Can they still dare to use the knife now? No!

"

"Chen Sheng and Wu Guang only fought the first battle against Qin. Now the six countries are all trying to restore the country, and we represent South Korea. Should we continue to let the Qin people oppress you endlessly, or should we rise up to fight against Qin and restore the country?"

Great banner, make achievements in this historical trend, and become famous..."

"Fart, Wang Buxu, don't talk nonsense. Where are the Six Kingdoms? Those like Chen Sheng and Wu Guang have already been attacked and destroyed by the imperial army..." Wang Buxu's words made Yang Biao suddenly feel cold.

He is not the best among the Qin army, but he also belongs to the middle group.

The Qin army has various strict systems. New soldiers have new barracks, and officers also need to be trained before they can take up their posts.

Over the years, the people of Qin have indeed drifted. They also feel that their ancestors sacrificed their lives and blood to conquer the country, and now they should enjoy it all.

Therefore, it is completely nonsense to say that the Qin army cannot lift a sword, but compared with their ancestors, their ancestors could kill them with one hand.

He didn't know whether Chen Sheng and Wu Guang were destroyed, but he knew that Chu State had been restored, and several other countries were probably not far away.

Although all this is true, it cannot be admitted.

Among the thousand people he brought with him, there were only 200 Qin people, and the rest were all Korean survivors. If Wang Buxu had incited him to do this, he would be fooling around!

Wang Buxu didn't even look at Yang Biao and looked down on him at all.

He continued to hold up the loudspeaker and shouted: "The camp is full of flammable objects. The gate of the camp has been blocked. If you don't want to die, capture the Qin soldiers. After thirty breaths, the first round of arrows will be fired, and the second round will be rockets."
Chapter completed!
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