As soon as Mo Yang said these words, Sikong Jing's 100,000 soldiers and horses in the distance suddenly became commotion, and their anger surged to the sky.
"Don't stop me, I'm going to kill this old thing."
Everyone went crazy, they wanted to eat Mo Yang alive.
"Shut up, everyone."
Just when one hundred thousand people were extremely angry, Sikong Jing's voice sounded loudly, and everyone suddenly calmed down.
Now Sikong Jing's majesty has reached its peak.
Then I saw Sikong Jing slowly turning around, sweeping towards the hundred thousand soldiers and horses and saying: "I will teach you another lesson now. No matter on the battlefield or off the battlefield, you must stay calm no matter what happens."
"Only by being calm can a truly mature team become a truly invincible team."
After Sikong Jing finished speaking, his sharp eyes glanced at everyone, and everyone lowered their heads subconsciously.
His momentum made everyone fear from the bottom of their hearts.
"And we must despise the enemy in terms of momentum and attach importance to the enemy in tactics."
"Trash like Mo Yang is not even qualified to be despised by us. You regard him as dirt. Even if he takes the credit now, so what, you can let him die on the battlefield tomorrow."
"Those who are incapable and push ahead will die the fastest."
Sikong Jing's every word went straight into people's hearts, and a hundred thousand troops nodded like little children.
Those who take credit for their achievements on the battlefield are often sent out to do things that are impossible for them to do, and then they will die miserably, and no one will believe that he is responsible for his achievements.
Commander Fan Zhong is not a fool.
"One more thing, what were you worried about before?"
"Aren't we just worried that if we attack Mo Yang, we will be treated as rebels? How should we deal with the commander? Now Mo Yang has said it himself, we are not rebels anymore."
As soon as these words came out, everyone suddenly realized, and the eyes they looked at Sikong Jing changed again.
Could it be that Mo Yang's act of stealing credit was also expected by him?
"Sikong Jing, come here." At this moment, Fan Zhong naturally saw their 100,000 troops and shouted loudly.
Everyone was in the same room, looking at Sikong Jing worriedly.
"Remember, despise Mo Yang."
Sikong Jing gave another serious explanation, and then pulled up his horse and led the people towards Fan Zhong.
When Fan Zhong saw these 100,000 soldiers and horses, he was stunned. Are these city guards from Yunye City and Qingyun City?
Why does it look nothing like them, but more like the elites in the border war city?
But this thought only passed by for a moment, and he asked angrily: "Are you Sikong Jing, the temporary commander of Yunye City?"
Sikong Jing clasped his fists after hearing this: "Sikong Jing, I have seen the commander."
His tone seemed very flat, and he certainly didn't have any respect for Fan Zhong.
"When Deputy Commander Mo Yang attacked the city, you disobeyed orders and led your troops to flee?" Fan Zhong shouted again.
He had already listened to Mo Yang's introduction to Sikong Jing, a man from the world who was temporarily roped in by Qiu Ye of Yunye City to make up for the situation.
Later, Qiu Ye died, and this man became the temporary commander. He seemed to have good ability in leading troops.
However, it is unforgivable to lead troops to flee this time, otherwise Yanyun City might have been captured and the Lord of Jinmen rescued.
Sikong Jing smiled and replied: "Mo Yang is the deputy commander. Whatever he says will come naturally. I don't dare to refute it."
He shrugged nonchalantly, his tone extremely calm.
Such an attitude immediately made Fan Zhong and others suspicious.
They knew Mo Yang too well. If this old gangster could really capture Yanyun City, it would probably only be because smoke was rising from his family's ancestral graves. There was no other possibility.
"What do you mean you dare not refute? You can't refute." Hearing this, Mo Yang spat viciously.
"Yes, yes, I can't refute it."
Sikong Jing still spoke indifferently and added: "Whatever you say will be whatever it is, and I am willing to accept any punishment."
"But Mr. Fan, Deputy Commander Mo is so powerful, you must send him into the city again."
As soon as these words came out, Mo Yang, who was about to continue biting Sikong Jing, suddenly changed his face and a chill ran through his body.
At this time, Ahu said cheerfully: "Yes, Lord Mo is so powerful and domineering. He is also a role model for us. We will definitely enter the city again."
Then one hundred thousand soldiers and horses laughed wildly and praised Mo Yang repeatedly.
Some people even said that Mo Yang's entry into Yanyun City was overqualified and he should be sent to the battlefield of Xia Kingdom.
Mo Yang's face became darker and darker, more and more frightened, more and more panicked... Suddenly he screamed: "Ouch, I was just punched by a master from the Xia Kingdom. The internal injuries have recurred. I have to rest for at least ten days.
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After speaking, he tried his best to shake his body, foaming from his mouth, looking like he was on the verge of collapse.
Seeing such a scene in the eyes of Fan Zhong and others, they couldn't help but twitch the corners of their mouths.
When they looked at Sikong Jing again, everyone suddenly understood, fearing that Mo Yang had taken away Sikong Jing's credit.
Bullying others is just a temporary leader.
Taking a deep breath, Fan Zhong muttered: "Since Deputy Commander Mo is so seriously injured, let's go back and rest first."
Mo Yang responded quickly and ran away without daring to stop for a moment, fearing that Fan Zhong would really ask him to lead his troops into the city now.
Then, Fan Zhong stared at Sikong Jing again, looking up and down: "If you have anything to say, you can just say it."
Sikong Jing looked back at Fan Zhong with a smile, shook his head and said, "What I said may not be true. Master Fan should check it out himself."
After saying that, Sikong Jingli ignored Fan Zhong, waved his hand to the 100,000 troops and left.
"Asshole, you actually despise..."
A deputy commander couldn't stand Sikong Jing's attitude and wanted to come out and question him.
However, being suppressed by Fan Zhong, he said softly: "Don't be impulsive. We will investigate everything clearly before talking."
It didn't take long for Fan Zhong to learn all the information, and his face was full of surprise.
"This Sikong Jing is probably a genius in military affairs, but he is still young and his personality is too impulsive." Fan Zhong looked at the report in his hand and said to the two deputy commanders beside him.
The report included how Sikong Jing led the troops to resist Mo Yang's suppression, and how he breached the city.
It was so wonderful that Fan Zhong felt incredible.
Mo Yang, who was able to kill Mo Yang with 100,000 soldiers and horses when he first led the army, was so stupid that he was able to destroy Yanyun City. He was definitely a genius.
However, it would be too unruly to resist Mo Yanghe's attitude towards him just now.
At this time, a deputy commander said, "Master Fan, this is a great achievement. Should it be handed over to a man in the world?"
To destroy Yanyun City with 100,000 soldiers and give the Lords of Jinmen a chance to breathe, this achievement is too great.
Not only Mo Yang, everyone wants to take it as their own.
Fan Zhong's eyes were slightly cold, and he raised his head after a while, and said with a smile: "Young people should not be too pushy, they should be given a good beating. Such a big contribution is easy to be hated by others, so let us bear it for him.
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As soon as these words came out, the two deputy commanders laughed.
