The soldier is a girl

Chapter 1757 886: The Decadent Yang Family Army

It is certain that Qin Jiu expressed his displeasure. This is because of how much trust he has in Mu Jin. He will never admit that the kid is excellent.

"Why are you so sure it won't be..."

"Report, general, a large number of returning dead soldiers are the Yang family army. According to visual inspection, there are at least a thousand soldiers, and the red marks of the Mu family army are on their bodies."

Qin Jiu didn't finish his sentence, and the report that interrupted him immediately slapped Qin Jiu's face immediately, and the person who made him unhappy was not only not killed in battle, but the one who killed him, and even killed the other party More than a thousand people, how did this happen.

"No, are you sure it's from the Yang family's army? Are you sure you were injured by the Mu family's army?" Qin Jiu turned around unsteadily and raised the curtain to confirm again at the messenger at the door of the camp.

"The bid is confirmed." The orderly confirmed it with great caution.

"Is it hard to believe?" At this moment, Mo Ling slowly stood up from behind the desk, flicked his sleeves and strode towards the door.

"Isn't it hard to believe?" Qin Jiu asked back.

Mo Ling didn't answer, but passed by Qin Jiu, he wanted to see what was going on, and he also really wanted to know what sensational thing his A Jin did last night. ,

Not knowing whether he was still in shock or because Mo Ling just passed by him like that, Qin Jiu was stunned there, then raised his heels to follow Mo Ling's footsteps and headed towards the school grounds.

When Qin Jiu followed Mo Ling to the school grounds, all the so-called dead soldiers had already stood on the school grounds, and Ye Yihan, his movements were quite fast.

At a glance, there are more than a thousand people, each of them is downcast, like a defeated rooster, full of decadence.

Everyone's body was covered with red marks, and some were even killed by one blow. And this bright red color was the representative of Mu's army at this moment, silently telling everyone who killed them.

"It's just losing a small mock battle. It's not that you lost your life. What's so decadent? Shouldn't you reflect on why you lost? You should be glad that this is just a mock battle, you guys You should be thankful that you are still alive. If this is a real battlefield, you who are no longer breathing at this moment, why are you still sad, why are you sad, and why are you decadent? Tell this general why are you? Why are you dead? "

Mo Ling hadn't walked up to the Yang family's army, and the Yang family's army saw that Mo Ling hadn't had time to salute, and what attracted Mo Ling was a slap in the face.

And this scolding made many people's faces stained with guilt, but Mo Ling's scolding was not over yet.

"It is your relatives who should be sad, decadent and mournful. If you die, they will be worse than you now, so there is such a chance to save you from unfilial piety and your relatives from mourning, you should You shouldn’t be so angry, tell this general loudly, should you?”

"No." The soldiers responded subconsciously, but the voices were not very loud.

"Speak up, use your military spirit to tell General Ben, shouldn't you?"

"Shouldn't." Perhaps Mo Ling's words were too contagious, or maybe the soldiers wanted to use this to vent their anger. This time, the word "shouldn't" can be described as a roar that resounded through the sky, and some men even got blood stains in the corners of their eyes. Moist, this is the moisture that can't let go of loved ones.

They have been lamenting unwillingly, although they know that they are dead, they have been immersed in unwillingness, forgetting that dead people are not qualified to have emotions, and Mo Ling's words woke them up very well, woke them up They spent the night like wandering ghosts.

(End of this chapter)