"Those who have parents in the family are listed, those who have wives and children in the family are listed, those who have only children in the family are listed, those who have wives and have not had children in the family are listed, those who have father and son are listed, those who are both in the army will be listed, and those who have brothers in the army will be listed."

The same sound of shouting kept ringing in the camps in the forest. Some of the Anxi soldiers who were out of the list looked glad and some were unwilling. The soldiers who stayed there were also various life patterns.

He Lou Yurun looked at the more than 400 soldiers who were left in the same place under his command and said, "This time the vanguard is a suicide squad. After going to the ten-day squad, you have nothing to worry about, but it's not sweet to twist melons. If anyone of you is willing to accompany someone to this time, stand behind me."

As He Lou Yurun said, half of the more than 400 soldiers immediately walked behind him and lined up. The remaining two hundred people stood there with shame. Some raised their feet but finally shrank back. Some people simply lowered their heads and did not dare to look forward.

"Okay, since you are afraid of death and are unwilling to go, I don't blame you. But if you choose the storm team in the end, you have to draw lots to make up. If you back down, there is no need for the Tubo people to take action. I will kill the coward who has no eggs first."

After He Lou Yurun's words, the soldiers who were already struggling, so he made up his mind and more than twenty people stood behind him. Then he breathed a sigh of relief. He died of death. Even if it was dangerous, the brothers around him would not die together, and they would not be lonely on the road to the underworld.

When He Lou Yurun took his soldiers to the clearing ground in the forest, Xi Yuanqing and the other generals also gathered with their respective soldiers. Finally, they lined up to order the troops to report the number. The total number of storm teams was 1,117, which was enough.

A moment later, Gao Xianzhi, who came from the commander's tent, looked at the reorganized storm selection team, but said loudly, "Tomorrow's storm selection team will advance but not return. If you see the enemy, you will kill all the thieves or kill them."

"I, Gao Xianzhi, to everyone. Shen Lang and I have an appointment. This time I go to Xiaobolu. When I return to Yancheng, I will erect a monument in front of the Protectorate's Mansion and worship it for four seasons."

"Even if you die, your stories and names will be passed down forever, and people will not forget warriors like you."

After Gao Xianzhi said that, he raised his neck and drank all the wine in the glass, and then asked the fang soldiers to give the only Anxi Shaochun left in the army to the storm. Each of them got a large pot and poured it into the wine bag.

"I wish to die for the Protector!"

The soldiers of the storm selection shouted, "They don't understand any righteousness, but they know that they don't care about themselves, even if they die, they will not become lonely ghosts, and some people will worship incense, which is enough."

Generals such as Xi Yuanqing and He Lou Yurun knew the old boss Gao Xianzhi best. This guardian was luxurious and generous by nature, but he would not think about the soldiers below. At most, they would reward the soldiers with great encouragement. They would never think of erecting monuments and celebrating the sacrifice of the four seasons.

The Shen Lang was indeed far more thoughtful than the martial artists. Even if he was Xi Yuanqing and He Lou Yurun, he felt that he was dead. If he could engrave his name on the big monument and attach a biography, it would be worth it.

The soldiers of the storm selected lived in the best tents in the central army. All the wild animals caught in the mountains these days were also cleaned up and given to them for food. The other soldiers did not say anything else, but just tried their best to tie the wood into a row, just to make it more reliable.

...

In the city of Nieduo, in the tent of the five consciousnesses hidden in the tent, Dou Sijiayan and his son sat cross-legged. In the tent were warriors of various divisions promoted by him to generals. At this time, they were sitting cross-legged on both sides, with serious faces on their faces.

"General Shenweitian told me that when we fight the Tubo people tomorrow, we will become the vanguard of the army and the vanguard of the Tubo people to the end. Without the order of the Jin Dynasty, we can only advance but not retreat."

Shu Sijiayan looked at the centurion and tenth chiefs around him. More than a hundred people stuffed his dens, and his voice was still calm. "This is the glory given to us by General Shenweitian, but it is also an extremely dangerous battle. If you are afraid of death, stand up now, I won't blame you. I will report the situation to General Shenweitian and let you stay in the city."

Speaking of this, Shushigayan paused and then said, "This is also the meaning of General Shenweitian. A coward with a weak mind will only drag down others when he goes to the battlefield."

In the den, the centurions and ten men all had their faces flushed, and no one would be cowards who retreated in the face. At this moment, they just felt mocked and insulted by the lord, which made them deeply ashamed.

"King, although my five senses hidden country is small, I have always been bullying and humiliating the Tubo people. However, we are not afraid of fighting the Tubo people to die. General Shenweitian promised us to be the vanguard, which is actually the supreme glory. Tomorrow we will follow the king and kill all the Tubo traitors."

In the centurion, a nobleman from a large clan spoke, and then the rest of the people agreed, "We will follow the king and kill all the traitors of Tubo."

"Babe!"

Chiguo looked at his father but his face was full of excitement. In the mind of the young man, his father who will fight as the vanguard of the army tomorrow is a real hero.

"Today I call you here, and I want to give you a testimony. From now on, my son Aslan will be called Chiguo. I will make him the crown prince. If I die in the battlefield tomorrow, I will return to the five senses to inherit the throne in the future, you need to support him."

Hearing the words of the king, Dashi Jiayan, the centurion and the tenth princes in the tent knew that the king was ready to die tomorrow, and was asking them to be entrusted with their orphans.

"Babe, you won't..."

"Hold the country, be quiet."

Dou Sijiayan stopped his excited son, then looked at the rest of the people and said, "You guys retreat first, I want to say something to my son alone."

"Yes, king."

Everyone respectfully withdrew from the den. Although this king was temporarily promoted by various ministries, they were also impressed by him over the years and truly regarded him as king. However, after tomorrow, I don’t know how many people in this king and them can survive.

In the quiet tent, looking at his son who was pursing his lips tightly, Shu Sijiayan smiled, then picked up the long knife on his legs and handed it to his son, "This is the long knife I obtained when I went to Daxue Mountain to study. Although it is not as good as the Tang Dynasty sword given to you by General Shenweitian, it is also an excellent weapon. You can use my two-hand knife to perform this knife as your secondary knife."

"Babe, you will definitely defeat the thief tomorrow, and there will be no trouble."

Chi Guo was already in tears. He held the knife in both hands and cried in silence. Shu Si Jiayan looked at him like this, but he stretched out his hand to touch his head and said, "Silly boy, why are you crying? Is General Shenweitian teaching you like this!"

Feeling the warmth coming from the palm of his head, Chi Guo quickly wiped away the tears from his face with his hands. Soon Gayan laughed loudly, "This is my son. Come on, get up, dad will teach you how to practice the knife."

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While speaking, Shu Shijia rose up and Ji Guo also pulled out his swords and danced one by one. In the tent, the father and son were practicing, and only long silhouettes were shaking under the candlelight.
Chapter completed!