Zhang Guogan was the one who was on duty outside the elementary school that day. He was famous for his sharp tongue. When he said these words clearly, he immediately caused the crowd to become restless again.

"That's right! Let us rescue them?! Grandma!"

"I'm not afraid of death! But I don't want to die to save them!"

"Open your mouth, this time you finally said something useful!"

Seeing the crowd calm down and being stirred up again by Zhang Guogan's words, Yang Zhen also had a headache.

He knew that what Zhang Guogan said was true, and he also knew that what Zhang Guogan said was not intended to contradict him.

Last year, these people followed Lu Xiangsheng in Julu to fight against the heavy troops of the Tatars who invaded and looted the customs. They were besieged in Julu, North Zhili. At that time, the main force of the Guan Ning army led by Gao Qiqian, the dead eunuch, was stationed dozens of miles away.

, but they were too afraid to fight, and watched helplessly as the coalition forces led by Lu Xiangsheng were completely annihilated in Julu.

In that battle, only a few teams fought desperately to break out. The team led by Yang Zhen was one of them. Their "feud" with Guan Ning's army was thus forged.

Therefore, when talking about these things at this time, everyone present, including Yang Zhen, was filled with anger.

However, Yang Zhen also knew very well that this kind of emotion could not be allowed to develop and spread, so at this time, he immediately waved his hand to stop the restlessness of the crowd.

When the crowd became quiet again, Yang Zhen said loudly: "Everyone! In which battle are you talking about, I, Yang Zhen, did not stand with you?! Which of those things you mentioned, I, Yang

Zhen didn’t face it together with you?! I can completely understand your mood!

"However, no matter how many accounts we have to settle with Guan Ningjun, we cannot choose this time! No matter how much hatred or hatred we have with Guan Ningjun, we still have to wait.

Let’s settle the score with the Tatars first! The Tatars killed my father and ancestors, humiliated my sisters, massacred my comrades, and destroyed my homeland! Have you all forgotten the deep hatred between us and the Jurchen Tatars?!”

When Yang Zhen said these words, the somewhat agitated crowd in front of him fell silent again, with everyone gnashing their teeth.

Most of Yang Zhen's veterans who have survived hundreds of battles are hereditary military households of the Guangning Hou Tuen Guards. Now that Guangning City and the Ming Dynasty Guards near Guangning City have long disappeared, the Guangning Hou Tuen Guards garrison

The city of Yizhou in western Liaoning was also destroyed by the Tatars.

These veterans who came from the hereditary military families of the Houton Guard in Guangning were not only homeless, but their parents and relatives had long been killed by the Tatars.

Speaking of hatred, it can be said that everyone present has countless blood feuds with the Jurchen Tatars.

"Zhang Guogan, you incompetent bastard! Have you forgotten how your father, your second uncle, your third uncle, and your cousins ​​died?! Our old Zhang family has only

Your uncle and nephew are the only two left, have you forgotten the bloody feud with the Tatars?!"

Yang Zhen's words just now successfully brought back Zhang Degui's sad past. Seeing Zhang Guogan still stiffening his neck and looking unconvinced, he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart. He immediately cursed his nephew and wanted to go up and give him two

Ear scraper.

"Uncle! How could I forget! It's just - alas -"

The man named Zhang Guogan took Zhang Degui's words, sighed and stopped talking.

Zhang Degui's words not only made it impossible for Zhang Guogan to talk about his relationship with Guan Ningjun, but also made it difficult for the more than 180 good people in front of him to say anything.

But Yang Zhen knows that the knot left in his heart from last year's battle may not be completely eliminated in a short time.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhen felt that he could no longer tolerate their complaints, so he took two steps forward, pointed to the flag flying not far away, and said loudly:

"Commander Zu and the others are definitely not refusing to save Songshan and Jinzhou! The banner given to us by Governor Fang is the advance battalion! After we set off northward, the main force of Guan Ning's army will set off soon! We are not many in number, but we are the elite of the army.

!This time when we go north, we are the vanguard of the entire army!

"What's more, Jinzhou and Songshan are not unrelated to us. If Jinzhou and Songshan fall into the hands of the Tatars, we will no longer have any hope of returning to Houtunwei or Yizhou! Don't you think you don't want to go back to your hometown?

Don’t you want to go back to our home again?!”

"Think! Why don't you want to?! I'm thinking about it even in my dreams!"

After Yang Zhen finished speaking, in the midst of complete silence, a somewhat deep and aged voice spoke, saying this.

"Pan Wenmao! What do you mean?! Why are you so thorny?! Do you also object to adults going north!? Have you forgotten why your whole family is gone?!"

This man named Pan Wenmao was exactly the veteran named Pan who was on duty outside the primary school that day. At this time, he was incorporated into the artillery team under Zhang Degui and stood at the head of the first row of the artillery team.

Pan Wenmao was in his forties, about the same age as Zhang Degui. After hearing Zhang Degui's words, his face instantly turned red, he stared at Zhang Degui and said:

"Master Zhang, you are my old Shangguan! You know my temperament, Pan Wenmao. The Tatars and I are sworn in, and the hatred between our Pan family and the Tatars is no less than that of your Zhang family! You don't need to use words to provoke me!"

After saying this, Pan Wenmao turned to look at Yang Zhen and said to Yang Zhen: "Sir! You don't need to say more about the principle of hatred between the country and the family. Which of the brothers in front of you really can't understand it clearly? Everyone is just looking for it.

This is just an excuse to complain! Without Mr. Boss, without you, these people in front of me would have died countless times! In the past, this life belonged to Mr. Boss, but now this life belongs to you! What should I do?

Just tell the truth!"

Having said this, Pan Wenmao looked back at his adopted son Pan Xi who was making noises from behind, and then continued: "If this time, we can really hit the rear, let me, Pan Wenmao, take this recognized person from the outside.

Son, go back and build a grave for your ancestors and put incense sticks on them. Even if I die in the future, I can go down and see my ancestors!"

"Pan Xizi! What else do you have to say?!" After Pan Wenmao finished speaking, Zhang Degui immediately pointed to a tall, fierce-looking young man in the middle of the Grenadier formation and said.

This Pan Xizi, whose real name was Pan Xi, was the most popular among the people who had just made noise in the queue, so he had long fallen into Zhang Degui's eyes.

Hearing Zhang Degui's words, Yang Zhen also turned around and looked over. He saw that the tall and fierce-looking young man had long lost the arrogance and arrogance that he had been complaining about before. He just blushed and said thickly: "I listen to my father!"

This person named Pan Xi was probably around 20 years old at this time. He was an orphan adopted by Pan Wenmao, a veteran soldier, when he was on his way to the war.

Although he was unruly and unruly by nature, he had always been fearless. In this world, he would listen to or ignore anyone's words, but he never dared not to listen to Pan Wenmao's words.

Yang Zhen looked at the performance of these people and thought that if it were the original Yang Zhen, he would probably have many ways to make these people willingly obey orders. His biggest shortcoming right now is that he does not know enough about the subordinates in front of him.

Next, Zhang Degui pointed out the other thorns in the crowd one by one and reprimanded them.

At this moment, the people in front of Yang Zhen really calmed down. They all knew that they were assigned to this advance battalion this time. Following Yang Zhen and going north to rescue Songshan was a nail in the coffin and there was no room for negotiation.

Next, everyone looked at Yang Zhen again, waiting for Yang Zhen to speak again.

When Yang Zhen saw this, he stopped talking nonsense and said immediately: "Commander Zu and the Governor have issued military orders. There is no need to shirk the discussion on going north to rescue Songshan!"

"I know that everyone is worried that this rescue trip to the north will lead to a narrow escape, but I want to tell you that since ancient times, wealth has always been sought in danger! What's more, we and the Tatars have a deep hatred! Even if it is not for wealth, we will go north to kill the Tatars.

, which is also my long-cherished wish!

"If there are people who still don't want to go, don't dare to go! They want to be deserters! You can stand up now! I will kick you out of the camp! From now on, the world will be big and the earth will be big. You will walk on your Yangguan Road, and I will walk on my single-plank bridge. You

From now on, we have nothing to do with Yang Zhen, my rear guard, and my advance camp! - Is that possible?!"

Yang Zhen said these words while staring at the crowd in front of him.

Zhang Degui, Li Lu, Yang Zhan'ao and the soldiers around them all stared at the queue in front of them.

Even Zhang Guogan, who had argued repeatedly just now, couldn't help but turn his head and look behind him.

After a long time, the tense atmosphere finally dissipated, because everyone realized that no one dared to be a deserter at this time.

Yang Zhen's own palms were actually sweating. If there were really those in the group of people in front of him who gave up their job, he really didn't know how to end it.

Can he really kill all those who give up?
Chapter completed!