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Chapter 1388 Father, I will avenge you.

Rice fears pests, and people fear a lack of fighting spirit!

Once a person completely loses their fighting spirit, their mind will be occupied by boundless fear, which manifests as cowardice and timidity. Not only will they lack any fighting ability, but in severe cases, they may even surrender directly on the battlefield.

This is why morale is so important.

On the battlefield, it is often a tiger or leopard leading a flock of sheep in battle. Once the leader of the tiger or leopard is lost, the flock of sheep will immediately collapse and flee in all directions.

Often, as long as one person charges forward fiercely, everyone will respond and follow, thus breaking through the encirclement and even defeating the formidable enemy in front of them.

More often than not, if even one person abandons their weapon and turns to run away, it will trigger a positive response from the surrounding soldiers, leading to a complete rout of the entire unit.

Fortunately, only the starving people who were forced to flee lost their will to fight. They were far from the rebel army's main formation, so even if they collapsed, they would not impact the rebel army's defensive lines, because the rebel infantry in front would drive them to the flanks.

But no matter what, the loss of morale among the starving people was ultimately not a good thing for the rebel army!
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Old Man Xu is only over fifty years old, but he looks as old as a seventy-year-old man.

He walked forward with trembling legs, nearly collapsing to the ground several times. Fortunately, his third son was by his side and supported him, thus saving his life and preventing him from dying at the hands of the rebel soldiers who were supervising the battle.

However, at this moment, Old Man Xu was no longer able to move forward on his own and had to rely entirely on his third son to drag him along, so he gradually fell from the front row to the third row.

At that moment, he suddenly saw the line of armored vehicles, gleaming brightly in the sunlight, suddenly move, bringing with it an immense sense of oppression as they rushed towards him...

"It's over...it's all over...God has come!"

Old Man Xu, with a sudden burst of strength, shoved aside his third son who was helping him up, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed repeatedly, shouting incoherently, "Little Third Son, quick... quick, worship the gods... worship the gods and you won't die!"

Seeing this, Xu Xiaosan was somewhat helpless. He followed his father's example and knelt down beside him, bowing and kowtowing in the same manner.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted behind Old Man Xu. A tall, burly bandit soldier, cursing and swearing, charged into the crowd of starving people and swung his short iron hammer, smashing it down on Old Man Xu's head: "You old bastard, you dare to surrender? You don't want to live!"

As the bandit's iron hammer slammed down, a muffled "thud" was heard!
Old Man Xu's already shriveled head immediately exploded, blood and brain matter flying everywhere...

With a "plop," Old Man Xu's withered body slammed to the ground, bright red blood mixed with brain matter still oozing out, quickly seeping into the dry soil, leaving only a dark red stain...

Xu Xiaosan only realized something was wrong at this moment. He was about to turn around to look back when he first saw his father's gruesome sight with his head stuck in the ground. "Dad..."

Taking advantage of the moment he braced himself on the ground, he grabbed a handful of dry soil from each side, flipped himself backward with a sudden movement, and shouted, "Let's fight!"

The instant his body turned completely around, Xu Xiaosan flung out the dry soil he was holding with both hands, spraying it all over the bandit soldier.

The swirling dust instantly obscured the bandit's vision. He vaguely saw a hideous human face, seemingly about to devour someone, appearing both far away and right in front of him... This bizarre sight stirred a deep-seated fear within the bandit, who screamed and wildly swung his iron hammer.

In the confusion, I felt as if I had been bumped by something, and then I rolled to the ground...

At this moment, the bandit soldier suddenly realized that he had been tackled by a foolish, starving peasant who was willing to risk his life. The huge contrast made him feel extremely angry.

This immense anger instantly dispelled the fear that had just begun to emerge.

However, the short iron hammer in his hand had already flown out of his hand when he fell to the ground, and it was unknown where it had fallen. Helpless, the bandit could only bend his arm and try to push away the starving people who were pressing down on him.

Just then, he suddenly felt a sharp pain on his face, and blood flowed down his nose, past the corner of his mouth, and finally dripped from his neck to the ground.

It turned out that after Xu Xiaosan tackled the bandit, he couldn't free himself because he was holding the bandit tightly with both hands. Seeing that the bandit was bending his arms and trying to push him away, he bit the bandit's nose in desperation.

"Ah... damned beast!" The bandit soldier shouted and cursed, enduring the sharp pain in his nose.

After all, he was a seasoned veteran who had fought many battles. Although he was momentarily careless and allowed Xu Xiaosan to launch a successful sneak attack, he did not lose his composure. He placed his hands under Xu Xiaosan's ribs, intending to knock him away.

But Xu Xiaosan's hands were like iron claws, clinging tightly to his back and refusing to let go.

Even so, the bandit soldier did not panic. He braced one foot on the ground and bent the other leg slightly, intending to use the bent knee to push Xu Xiaosan's abdomen and send him flying.

Although Xu Xiaosan had never killed anyone before and had no experience in battlefield combat.

But when people are on the verge of life and death, many things are actually done by human survival instincts, just like Xu Xiaosan did.

He also sensed the bandits' intentions. On one hand, he pressed his abdomen tightly against the bandits, preventing them from raising their knees; on the other hand, he took out one hand and randomly scratched and clawed at the bandits' faces and necks.

Suddenly, Xu Xiaosan's fingers seemed to have grasped a very soft spot. Without having time to think, Xu Xiaosan's fingers exerted force and dug hard into it.

He felt as if a ball-like object suddenly slid between his fingers, and then his fingers gripped a hole tightly, digging in with all his might.

"Ah...Grandma..."

A scream followed by an angry curse reached Xu Xiaosan's ears almost simultaneously.

At the same time, the arm that was originally bent under his ribs squeezed out, and a pair of iron-like fists pounded hard on his back again and again. At first, with each pound, Xu Xiaosan would sink down a little.

With each step he took downward, the soldier's breathing became weaker!
With each relentless punch to Xu Xiaosan's back, blood began to seep from the corner of his mouth, occasionally mixed with a little white saliva that dribbled from it...

No matter how fiercely and viciously those fists, like small iron hammers, pounded, Xu Xiaosan clung tightly to the bandit soldier, not daring to relax for a moment. With his mouth biting the bandit soldier's nose, he still mumbled incoherently, "Father, your son will avenge you... avenge you... avenge you..."