Chapter 426: A man remains a boy until he dies!
There were veterans shouting below.
"A man is a boy until he dies!"
Ying Chengjiao raised his eyes and glanced towards the place where people were talking, but the dense crowd of heads blocked his view.
"Lieh! Don't think I can't see you just because I'm sitting here! Ask everyone if they can't hear your hoarse voice. You're using my words to confront me. Do you think you're capable?"
The veterans laughed and formed a path from the front of the reviewing platform, at the end of which was a fat man weighing two hundred pounds.
Every time there was a battle, one of the strongest war horses had to be given to the fat man, otherwise the horse would stumble halfway through the charge and both the man and the horse would be lost.
Lie walked forward with a chuckle and immediately bowed.
"Lie is no longer in Xianyang. He has retired to the countryside for many years. I didn't expect that the general still remembers Lie."
The sound was like the quacking of a drake, extremely unpleasant.
"We fought dozens of battles in Handan, and traveled thousands of miles. The two armies were able to reach a consensus within half a cup of tea, all thanks to you and Shan, Dou, and Men..."
Ying Chengjiao recited the names fluently, and in a short time he had recited dozens of names, which made the entire army silent.
General, are you going to read out the names of all the brothers in Langying...
Nian Delie was stunned at first, and then his eyes quickly turned red.
The man, who weighed over 200 pounds and was all muscle with no fat, shed silent tears and couldn't stop crying no matter how hard he tried to wipe them.
When their names were called, several veterans who were still alive and had made it to the scene wiped away their tears and cursed.
"The sandstorm in the desert is so fierce!"
The general had memorized all the names of the more than 500 soldiers in Langying. Apart from the general, there was no other general in the Qin Dynasty who could remember the names of the last soldiers...
After Ying Chengjiao finished reading the name, he threw the helmet on Lie.
"What are you crying for?!"
Lie hugged his helmet, turned over and got off the horse, and his strong body fell to the ground with a thud, and the earth shook three times.
He knelt down happily and rubbed his head against the ground.
"Lie knows that the general doesn't like to kneel! But this time, Lie is not the only one kneeling! It is Lie who kneels on behalf of the five hundred brothers of Langying! Lie, the centurion of Langying! He kowtows to the general on behalf of Langying!"
Plop!
Plop!
Plop!
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Sixteen men dismounted and pounded their horses, and the earth trembled sixteen times.
"Langying Shichanghuai! On behalf of Langying, I would like to thank the general!"
"Langying Wu Changyu! On behalf of Langying, I want to thank the general!"
"Hongri, the last soldier of Langying, thanks the general on behalf of Langying!"
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Their voices are generally horrible to hear, and are so hoarse that they don't sound like human voices.
The mobile ambush within a radius of 300 miles from Handan, the high-intensity mobility and the ever-changing battle situation required Ying Chengjiao to specially set out a messenger battalion to convey military intelligence.
Five hundred out of fifty thousand people, and one out of a hundred people is a messenger.
The order came from Ying Chengjiao's mouth, and five hundred men shouted loudly, one after another.
The 50,000 cavalrymen moved in unison as if they were one, charging forward, retreating, attacking left and right, all without any sense of sluggishness.
The price was that the voice of the messenger camp changed from loud and powerful to hoarse and unpleasant.
Langying is the messenger camp. Lang is the name of this camp, which is taken from a saying of Ying Chengjiao.
"Other troops' orders are like mountains, while my troops' orders are like waves. The five hundred brothers shouted at each other, spreading like a tide."
"you……"
Ying Chengjiao's voice also became a little hoarse.
"Thank me for what?
"Thank you for remembering your names?
"You fought and you fought to the death. I just memorized your names. What is there to thank you for? This is the most insignificant thing."
The veterans said nothing.
Ying Chengjiao looked at the excited faces of the veterans in front of him, most of whom were familiar to him.
Scout Shuiyue has a feminine name, but he is a typical man.
He was extremely thin, but not weak. He had cut off thirty-seven heads of enemy scouts with the dagger in his hand, and had discovered an ambush of more than five thousand troops three times.
The Five Hundred Captain Hanshan, as his name suggests, is strong enough to shake a mountain. He is the commander of the vanguard battalion.
A spear once pierced through four enemy soldiers in a row, and there was still strength left. The reason it couldn't penetrate further was because the spear was not long enough. Because each time the spear fell, it didn't kill just one person, but at least killed two people, so it was called the Blood Gourd.
Mo Zusheng was an ordinary man with no special skills and mediocre martial arts, but he saved Ying Chengjiao's life.
The first assassin of Zhao State was hiding in the army. He somehow sneaked up to Ying Chengjiao on the battlefield. The moment the dagger stabbed, the killing intent was released. Sheng blocked it with his body. The sharp dagger cut off Sheng's Qin sword, cut off Sheng's arm, and cut off half of Sheng's face.
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Ying Chengjiao patted his butt and stood up.
"Originally, Wang Xi wanted to find a hundred people who were intact, but who would have thought that so many would come. Now, if there are a hundred people, each of them can be a battalion commander.
"Four to five thousand people, tsk tsk, each of them must be at least a fourth-class night watchman, and there are also many fifth-class doctors. I don't know what you think of coming to my place to be a small sergeant.
"Especially some people, like Wang Wu. I want cavalry. Why are you, an infantryman, joining in the fun? I see you sweating just sitting on the horse, afraid that you will fall to your death before you succeed."
The veterans wiped away their tears and laughed, looking around. The people whose eyes were focused on had slightly pale faces and held the reins tightly with both hands, not daring to let go.
"Since you have come such a long way, you might die on the way back, so I won't bother with you. It takes a month for the army to get used to each other, so I will only give you one month.
“If after a month you still cannot free your hands to draw the bow and shoot arrows while riding on a horse, you can wait for me in Jiuyuan or Shangjun. I will come back and take you home.
"Don't go back by yourself. If you die on the road, people will say that I abused the soldiers. If you die, everything will be over, but I will have to live and suffer the world's infamy.
"Although I've been scolded more than once or twice, it's not glorious, right? I'd rather suffer less. I'm not Wang Er."
The old cavalrymen laughed even louder, and tears came out of their eyes. The old soldier next to Wang Er kept patting Wang Er on the shoulder, and his blows were very heavy.
This bastard is so lucky! He was mentioned by the general again!
Wang Er endured the hardship, but he was the one who smiled the happiest.
Today, I will count the number of times I, Wang Er, was nominated by the generals the most! I won’t argue with you! Just be envious!
Everyone says that I, Wang Er, am a servile person. You old guys know nothing. The crying child gets the milk. If I am not a servile person, will the general give me a name? If I am not a servile person, will the general remember me?
"I promised you all before that if you follow me, Ying Chengjiao, and survive, you can come to me if you don't have enough military merit to be promoted to night watchman after the battle. I'm going to swallow this today, and you guys just pretend you didn't hear it, because I'm a coward.
"Follow me to fight the Huns. This time you are my private army. Killing 10,000 people won't count as a military achievement. If you die, it's a waste. If you don't die, there's no benefit either. Is that clear enough? I won't say anything because I'm afraid you won't be able to show your face. Those who don't want to go, stand up. Those who don't want to go, just stay where you are."
The plop sounds were incessant, like the sound of heavy drums hitting the sky!
Thousands of veterans dismounted!
The horse was empty, and the veterans all knelt on the ground! The whole audience was silent!
Ying Chengjiao, who was disrespectful to heaven and earth, knelt on the ground with his hands clasped together.
"It is I, Ying Chengjiao, who should kneel and thank you! I, Ying Chengjiao, invite all the heroes to join me in conquering the Wolf's Lair!"
