Mo Du said: "Does anyone know why we came to this strange land thousands of miles away to fight this difficult war?"
"Of course it's revenge."
"No, I think it's to rescue the families of the officials."
"I heard that many chefs have been arrested, and those people have very high-level status."
"Why should I care so much? The city lord promised me that if I go out with the army, I will be rewarded with three houses and four hundred acres of fertile land."
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The discussion continued.
Mo Du's voice was slow but could be heard by everyone.
"We didn't have to come."
"It's just a desert city. There are many cities of this size in the North, so the loss of one is not much."
Chu Xiang in the command room covered her face.
Wouldn't it be more demoralizing to say this now?
Sure enough, she is just a stupid woman with long hair and short knowledge. She should not be allowed to participate in politics!
The clan elders also looked bitter, and the future could already be foreseen.
You can now study how to escape. The defeat of the coalition forces has been determined!
The same discussion is also going on among the wounded soldiers.
Mo Du continued to narrate: "A month ago, the Kingdom of Clouds raided Mocheng, and hundreds of thousands of our compatriots from the North were missing."
"But what does this have to do with us? We are not all from Mocheng! There are many people who have no grudges against the Kingdom of Clouds."
"But what about the Kingdom of Clouds?"
"Capture a city, kill the people, but no one avenges Mocheng! What does the Kingdom of Clouds think?"
"That's right, the Northland is a bunch of lambs waiting to be slaughtered. As long as you are hungry and greedy, you can eat any fruit on the plate! No one will stop you anyway!"
"Today it is Desert City, but tomorrow it may be Tacheng, Black City, or Stone City..."
"Hundreds of thousands of our compatriots died today, and millions of our compatriots died tomorrow, but it doesn't matter, it's not you or your relatives who die! Why should you stand up? Why should you stand up?"
"However, when the butcher knife of the Kingdom of Clouds falls on your homeland, no one will stand up... When you need help, you look up and there are not many Northlanders alive!"
"Now, tell me!"
"Do you want to go home?"
"Go back to the warm bed and wait for the butcher knife of the Kingdom of Clouds!"
"Waiting for my parents, my wife and children were killed by these beasts!"
"You! What do you want!!!"
"tell me!!!!"
Mo Du roared at the top of his lungs!
The originally gentle voice became hoarse due to grief and anger!
Faced with Mo Du's question, no one among the thousands of men could answer.
The wounded soldier threw away his crutches, fell to his knees, and cried loudly: "But... at least we can die together."
"They're all going to die anyway."
"Even so, what if the Kingdom of Clouds stops?"
"They are always human, and one day they will kill enough!"
The soldiers... are still desperate!
Meat is just a trigger. The offensive is frustrated and comrades pass away. When the battle downwind becomes intense, Ruoruan's will will be exposed first.
The awakening of gourmet cells cannot change a person's personality.
A coward is still a coward, even if he has extraordinary power.
When faced with a desperate situation, they can't even muster a trace of courage.
The crying sound is getting louder and louder...
140,000 people were all disarmed, and not one of them was a man...
Mo Du remembered that he heard this poem while chatting with Zhang Wei, but it felt extremely appropriate to use it here.
A wounded soldier stood up, waved his residual arm and said: "I am going to die eventually, and I know I can't go back. I just want to eat something good before I die!"
"That's right, with our group of remnants and defeated generals, it's meaningless to say so much. Liangjiequan will definitely not be able to kill them back..."
"I want to eat meat!"
"I want to eat before I die!"
Even if you have some sense, you know that going home is impossible.
Facing the noisy crowd.
Mo Du said coldly: "No!"
"Why? We are sacrificing our lives for the North after all!"
"Even if you die, you can still be considered a warrior, right?"
“Can’t even this little wish be fulfilled?”
Looking around at everyone, Mo Du said loudly: "I brought you here, so I am responsible for you. I want to bring as many people back as possible so that more people can survive!"
Mo Du continued to explain: "There is not much meat left now. I want to supply all the meat to the frontline troops so that they no longer have to worry about their physical strength! Let them continue to fight! They can fight longer!"
"Only in this way can we protect our officials and you wounded soldiers!"
"Once the frontline troops are defeated, there is only death waiting for us!"
Everyone knows the truth.
The key is trust. Only with trust can there be hope.
But the Beidi people obviously don't pay attention to this on weekdays.
One person whispered in a low voice: "You won't finish distributing the meat, replenish enough energy, break out with superior troops, and leave us a bunch of burdens here, right?"
Inside the big tent.
Both Chu Xiang and the elder of the Beidi tribe had tense expressions on their faces.
He looked as if his thoughts had been exposed.
If this group of wounded soldiers were wary, it would be difficult to implement this plan.
Many senior executives kept yelling and scolding, why are these big-headed soldiers so smart?
Can't you just obey the orders?
Mo Du said loudly: "From now on, I will dismantle the command tent and move all the leadership to the core area of the wounded barracks, under everyone's supervision!"
"I will advance and retreat together with you!"
As soon as these words came out, the wounded soldiers were greatly shocked.
All words can't compare to a real action. This speaker actually means it!
In the big tent, the shouting and cursing became even louder!
It's just that the target of the attack has changed from wounded soldiers to Mo Du.
"Idiot, don't get me involved if you want to die!"
"I'm done, it's not easy to run away this time."
"In the Wounded Soldiers Camp, with my identity, I am actually associated with this group of wounded soldiers..."
"She made the decision without permission again and didn't take us seriously at all!"
"Remove! She must be removed!"
"It's too late to say anything now. If we don't move in, these wounded soldiers will definitely mutiny on the spot! Each of us can drown us with just a spit of spit! When civil strife breaks out, and the Kingdom of Clouds seizes the opportunity to come in, death is still a word."
The despair among the Beidi clan elders is worse than the wounded soldiers.
The look in Mo Du's eyes made him want to eat his flesh!
Outside the tent, Mo Du's decision won the respect of the wounded soldiers.
When he looked at Mo Du, the previous hostility and suspicion were gone...
But even so!
Everyone still has no hope...
"Speaker, can we survive... I don't want to die."
Mo Du said firmly: "It must be possible."
Everyone is aware of the current situation.
There is no food and grass inside, there are enemy troops outside, and there are not even any reinforcements.
The entire Northland coalition force, 200,000 strong, has already pressed forward, and there is no reserve force at all.
Being disrupted by the strong attack of the Kingdom of Clouds, they could only fight on their own...
After all, neither the Northland nor the Black List have experience in commanding large-scale wars.
If you use official tactics on the battlefield, the outcome is already doomed.
High up, Zhang Wei's figure flashed in Mo Du's mind.
If that man comes, all problems will be solved, right?
Although Zhang Wei is still a mystery to Mo Du, Mo Du has unlimited confidence in Zhang Wei.
Mo Du said loudly: "Don't give up, everyone, we still have reinforcements!"
"Reinforcements?"
"How is this possible?"
"All the troops in the North are already in the Kingdom of Clouds."
"Yes, even if we recruit them immediately, we won't be able to survive until that time!"
Mo Du looked at everyone and said in the most confident voice: "Zhang Wei, the king of chefs in the North, is on his way to help! Three days, as long as we can hold on for three days!"