"... Other soldiers are afraid of the Tartars, but our Taiwei Chen's soldiers are not afraid! Just twenty days ago, our brothers from the Pili Navy fought against the Kyxue Army of the Tatar Khan in Nantuochang. And they won a great victory! They killed two or three thousand Tartars!

Don’t you believe it? Haha, hearing is false, seeing is true! Those who have the courage will take a step forward. It is not to kill the Tartars, you don’t have the ability to do that. Instead, you will see how our Chen family army killed the Tartars! Does anyone dare to see it? Those who have the courage will stand up!"

Needless to say, these words are Chen Dexing's little brother Zhu Sijiu fooling young men who have just joined the army. For these young men who have become beggars because of the destruction of Mongolian Tartars, there is no doubt that they hate the Tartars, but it is also certain that they are afraid of the Tartars. To train them into human-shaped machines to kill the Tartars, the first thing they need to do is to break their fear of the Tartars - to see others kill the Tartars is the best way to break this fear.

"I! I have the courage!"

A young man with big eyes and thick eyebrows and a pretty sturdy figure stood up the first time and yelled in a Sichuan official language from the Song Dynasty.

"Okay! Little brother, what's your name? Where's the person?"

"My surname is Meng. Meng Tian, ​​the general of Qin Dynasty, is Meng Qi. Meng Tian, ​​who killed the Huns, is my ancestor! I want to kill the Mongols!" The young man claimed to be a descendant of Meng Tian. His family was also a rich man in Lizhou. His father also had a military official. When the Mongolians came, they led the village soldiers to resist. But in the end, they could not resist the Mongolian army that was in the upper hand. Not only were they defeated, but their family members were also scattered when they fled. Only Meng Qi ran to Luzhou.

"Hello, brothers, please follow me and see how our Chen family army killed the Tartars!" Zhu Sijiu glanced at the other boys, "Do you dare to go to the battlefield with me?"

"Yes, I'll go too."

"have!"

"I'll go!"

Soon, the young men moved forward one after another, and more than 200 people stood up one after another. Although not all, it was enough. As long as these people saw how the Pili Navy killed the Tartars, they would add salt and vinegar to promote it in the Youth Camp.

"Brother, there are 221 people in total." Zhu Sijiu handed a list to Chen Dexing with both hands. The names, hometowns and ages of all the boys who stood up were recorded. The boy named Meng Qi ranked first.

"Okay, leave it to Kong Yu for filing." Chen Dexing glanced at the list and handed the list back to Zhu Sijiu. "Each ship is divided into eleven, there is no combat mission, just watch the battle. Let the instructor on the ship pay attention and write a report to me after the war."

These young men, like Chen Dexing's fake, are all seedlings of the backbone of the Chen family army. Cultivating these seedlings into cadres who can truly rely on is a matter that requires patience and long-term efforts. Moreover, not every seedling has the hope of becoming a killing machine, which requires careful observation of their performance in the battle formation and then selecting the targets to be trained.

Of course, the killing machine is not the only way out for these teenagers. They still have the opportunity to learn mathematics, chemistry, medical skills, navigation, iron casting, propaganda and agitation, and the ability to engage in intelligence work. The future Chen family army will need not only soldiers, but also talents from all aspects. However, Chen Dexing is busy with the war and can only focus on military talents. As for the rest, he can only wait until after finishing his work, and then return to Lin'an before considering it.

When Chen Dexing thought of Lin'an, two women appeared in his mind, Li Cuixian and Zhao Lin'er. I don't know how they are now?

...

The raindrops fell continuously, covering the world in the early morning into a vast white patch. The Yangtze River also rose, and the two sides had turned into wetlands with puddles due to heavy rains for days. The military horses quietly gathered on the south bank of the Yangtze River were now as iron armor as they were washing, with sharp blades frost and cold, waiting for the decisive battle.

After nearly a month of traveling on the wet and rugged road, the Mongolian army that arrived at the south bank of the Yangtze River again was exhausted and had reached a striking level of loss of personnel due to injuries along the way. The army that gathered on the south bank of the Yangtze River was mostly a weak face.

Although this army is on the verge of death, no one can deny that they are still one of the most powerful forces in the world.

In addition to these Mongolian generals, the confidants of the Shijia, Dong family, Liu family and other Han army's Shihou family were running back and forth in the queue. Their shouts came from time to time in the rain, commanding and dispatching their troops to camp. The flags were shining and flying, surrounded by the nine-game white flags symbolizing the Mongolian Khan. From a distance, they always felt a sad end. Most of the Mongolian soldiers had no war horses and seemed to have lost the sharp aura that traverses the Eurasian continent. They just kept wiping the rain on their faces, and they were all murmuring and cursing about the ghost weather.

Li Cuixian and Princess Baoyin also lost their war horses. They did not need to charge, but just wore the helmets of Qiexue Army to guard the Jiuyubai Chronicles.

Li Cuixian held his neck up and kept looking around. On the nearby Gaogang, there were also the banners of Mo Ge, Tuo Huan, Nuelin and others. It seemed that the entire Mongolian army had already gathered here. But Li Cuixian knew that most of these banners were not as powerful as the generals of the sect kings, just like the white flags of Jiuyou behind him. There was neither Mengge's coffin nor Queen Ouli. Tuodimi! The only person who commanded the battle here was Shusuhuli, who suggested that Mengge give up attacking Hezhou and go east.

"Sister Baoyin, are we..." Li Cuixian asked Baoyin beside him in a low voice. Before he finished speaking, his meaning was clear - were we abandoned!

The elites and great men of Mongolia are gone!

"It's okay. When King Mo Ge defeats the army of the Southern Barbarians, he will come to pick us up. If they don't come, there's nothing." Princess Baoyin was very quiet at this time.
Chapter completed!