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Chapter 1381: Those who do not obey the leader will be killed without mercy
The bandit cavalry that drove away the second wave of starving people numbered less than 400 cavalrymen.

They were riding on their war horses and had already seen the battle ahead very clearly. They watched with their own eyes how their advantage turned into a disadvantage. How could they not be anxious?
However, King Chuang's military rules were extremely strict. They were ordered to drive the hungry people to charge into the battle line, so they naturally did not dare to rush into the battle without the order from the commander.

Even though he was worried about his fellow bandits, he could only urge the hungry people to charge, trying to use their flesh and blood to block the swords of the infantry bandits in front of him.

The hungry people are just a little weak, but they are not a bunch of fools!
They had witnessed the previous battle scene with their own eyes. Even the normally ferocious bandits were no match for the government troops. So what could they, a group of hungry civilians with only sticks and stones as weapons, do?
If you really go up there, you'll be dying in vain!
But now they had no time to retreat. Not to mention escaping backwards, even if they moved forward slowly, they would be shot to death by the bows and arrows in the hands of the cavalry.

The bandits were very cunning, they did not just shoot and kill the backward and hungry people.

Instead, they formed a team of dozens of cavalrymen, first slowly retreated a few dozen steps, then urged their horses to charge forward, using the momentum of the cavalry's charge to force the hungry people to speed up.

Although this method seems ordinary, it works every time - after all, no one wants to be kicked or trampled by a warhorse!
Even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, compared with immediate death, there is still hope of survival, at least you won't die immediately.

Amid the rumbling sound of horses' hooves, the second group of hungry people also quickened their pace. They supported each other and trotted along the way, and soon rushed into the battlefield where the two sides were fighting...

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"Kill...Whoever dares to escape, I will kill him with my own hands!"

He Jinlong personally chopped down two bandits who were afraid to move forward, and shouted angrily: "The bandits are few in number, so come together and kill the bandits to eat meat!"

Anyone who has been to the battlefield knows that in such a scene and atmosphere, people's minds will become blank. Fear, fear of death, cowardice and other psychological states will only occur in the early stages of a battle.

Once you kill or injure the enemies with your own hands and feel the bloody stimulation, you will only have one thought - kill one to break even, kill two to make a profit - anyway, it has come to this, you can't die in vain!

Or when they see their comrades being killed or injured, their minds are filled with thoughts of revenge for their comrades and they don't even have time to think about turning around and running away.

Many people only feel pain when they are knocked to the ground and are unable to struggle. It is also at this time that they truly feel the threat of death.

Haven’t you seen many people on the battlefield, hacking and killing all the way, and only after killing the enemy did they feel pain in their bodies, and after careful inspection they found that they were already injured?
What's more, the military rules and discipline of the rebel army were extremely strict. Those who could be selected as combat soldiers were the best among the slaves and hungry people. They were not only physically strong, but more importantly, they were brave in shoveling cities and filling trenches, so that they had the opportunity to be selected as combat soldiers.

And those who are cowardly and afraid of death have long been eliminated by successive wars - becoming lonely ghosts on the battlefield!

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At this moment, the battlefield where the warriors of both sides were fighting had already turned into a Shura hell...

The second group of starving people were driven to join the battle. They howled miserably like lambs to be slaughtered.

At the moment of life and death, although the government troops felt a little reluctant, fighting on the battlefield was a matter of life and death, and they had to swing the sharp blades in their hands at those weak bodies.

There were continuous screams and blood splattering, dyeing the ground under the feet of the soldiers on both sides red. Every drop of blood seemed to tell the cruelty of this tragedy.

On the battlefield, the infantry bandits' eyes were red. They shouted slogans such as "Kill the officers and soldiers" to give themselves courage, while desperately waving their weapons at the officers and soldiers.

In their hearts, they admired and feared King Chuang, and more importantly, they hated the officers and soldiers, which made them fight to the death even though they suffered heavy casualties.

More and more bandits and starving people fell beside He Jinlong...

However, he was already blood-thirsty, and at this moment he had only one thought in his mind: "Fight to the death and not bring shame to the Eighth Team!"...

Zhang Jintai has already seen that although the bandits on the opposite side are numerous, they are already at the end of their strength, with nearly half of them killed or wounded. As long as some more pressure is exerted, the entire army will surely be defeated.

"The enemy's formation is in disarray. Brothers, you have killed them and made great contributions!" He immediately shouted loudly to encourage the morale of his officers and soldiers.

"Kill... kill the thief... kill the thief... kill the thief..."

Although the number of officers and soldiers was small, they were all wearing armor and well-trained, and the cooperation between the soldiers gradually became more tacit.

In contrast, the armor rate of the bandits was less than 30%, and their coordination with each other was insufficient. Most of them just hacked and killed indiscriminately on their own, and individual heroism prevailed, which was a taboo on the battlefield.

Zhang Jintai's iron mace knocked down two more bandits. He knew that it was the critical moment to victory, so he shouted his own military bugle call loudly.

"The Courageous Army!"

"Victory! Victory! Victory! ..."

The shouts of "Thousands of Victories" inspired the soldiers of the Yongyi Army, making them completely forget about life and death and only retain one belief - kill the enemy and win thousands of victories!

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The cavalry that was driving the starving people behind the bandits was now in a dilemma.

They saw that they were already at a disadvantage in front of them, but they were bound by military orders and did not dare to join the battle rashly without the order from the commander.

Xing Jincang was originally very familiar with He Jinlong and had once served as a lieutenant under He Jinlong. Although he is now part of the "Three Walls" cavalry, their old friendship remains.

"Damn it...If this continues, Chief He and the others will die here!"

At this time, the bloody smell on the battlefield became stronger and stronger, corpses had piled up like mountains, and the painful groans of the wounded echoed all around.

The bandits also began to feel timid, their steps became unsteady, and from time to time some of them would secretly look back, which was a sign of an impending rout.

Xing Jincangce was watching all this from his horse. He gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, "I can't care less. Brothers, follow me and kill the soldiers!"

The four hundred bandits had gathered together at this moment. Seeing that their leader Xing Jincang had already charged forward on horseback, they naturally dared not disobey. After all, there was a rule in military law: "Anyone who disobeys the leader's charge shall be put to death without mercy!"

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He Jinlong had also noticed the actions of the bandits, but at the same time he also caught a glimpse of his own cavalry rushing up. Seeing this, he could not help but give up the idea of ​​retreat that had just emerged in his mind and thought of fighting again.

If we defeat the government troops, it would be a victory in the first battle - a great achievement!

He swung the long sword in his hand even more frantically, roaring, "Everyone, charge! Whoever retreats, I'll chop him down first!"

Under his intimidation, the bandits had no choice but to launch a death charge once again...