Yes, fighting in battle formations and personal martial arts are very different. Although the horse 4 and a group are relatively easy to fight, if the militia meets regular troops, the gap is probably the same and cannot be resisted. This is like professionalism and amateurism, sometimes it is incredibly difficult to match.

Fortunately, these militia performed well today. Whether it was Meng Jiucheng and others who took the lead, rewards and motivation, or people with many courage, they did not retreat at the last minute. And this is growth, and it is indeed gratifying to take the first step.

"If Brother Mu is free, please teach me this bow and arrow." Meng Jiucheng was very envious of this single-soldier long-range weapon. With his own strength, he could pull a hard bow. If he made any progress in skills and accuracy, let alone bending the bow and shooting the eagle, it is also a daunting way to kill the enemy in the battle formation.

Mu Yi smiled and nodded and said, "I am just familiar with my skills. If I am far inferior to that sharpshooter, I will definitely be far behind. Since you don't mind, I will click and correct me. With your intelligence, I will learn it soon. As for how to improve, I think there is only one method that is not to be practiced regularly."

Meng Jiucheng repeatedly claimed that practice makes perfect, and this principle is very simple. Just like the sharpshooters and snipers in later generations, they were all fed with bullets.

After talking about tomorrow's affairs for a while, Meng Jiucheng asked Mu Yi to rest, but he turned on the candle, spread out the paper, took out the goose feathers that Da Chou had pulled from, trimmed them for a while, and started writing at his desk.

In ancient times, although there were traditional Chinese characters when reading and reading, they could even guess. This brush calligraphy was not hard, but it was even ugly than cockroach crawling, and it was so dark that it was terrible.

For this reason, Meng Jiucheng picked up a brush and tried harder than swinging a big gun, and the words he wrote made a lot of fun. It was okay for Mu Xiaowei, but that crazy girl Chen Mengyao even curled her lips and despised her. It really hurt the self-esteem of pretending to be a boy.

So, Meng Jiucheng cut a hard wooden pen in anger, but the game did not absorb ink. There was no way, so he asked Da Chou and Sanming to go back to the village to pull goose feathers for him. After many twists and turns, he finally found an unlucky goose, which was what he wanted.

Although Meng Jiucheng had the idea of ​​fighting and making achievements, the specific methods were not complete, and occupying the village in front of Wulong Mountain is different from the Taoist temples that were nested on the mountain. How to mobilize the people, how to form a team, and what rules and regulations can be implemented for a long time...

Before he knew it, Meng Jiucheng had already written it until late at night. Sleepiness came. He yawned, packed up the paper he had written, lay down with his clothes, and fell asleep in a short while.

Meng Jiucheng slept soundly, but he didn't know that the glowing treasure in his arms suddenly flashed, and then gradually dimmed, and finally the light disappeared completely, as if it was absorbed by something.

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A faint gray sun in the east rose, and it seemed that the cold also made it tired and lost its infinite heat in vain.

Almost all the people in the village were gathered and stood in the Wang family compound in a crowded manner, whispering to each other and whispering.

Almost all the villagers knew about the murder last night. Moreover, the bodies of Ma Si's gang were piled by the wall outside the courtyard, and those who were not familiar with the news also knew about it.

However, the villagers were nervous and looked different. I wonder if it was because of a guy who was more cruel than Ma Si, and what would it take for each household to bear?

Meng Jiucheng sat on a chair with a big horse with a golden sword. When he saw that the people were almost there, he slowly stood up, calmed down, and lucked under the eyes of everyone.

Da Chou stood beside him, with his chest and belly squinted, and he felt that he showed his face in front of his fellow villagers. Even Meng Jiuzheng reached out and didn't notice it.

This guy?! Meng Jiucheng had no choice but to roll his eyes, step on the Taishi chair, jump onto the big table, put one hand on his hip, stretched out one hand, waved it, and put on a very great pose, and said loudly: "Friends, some people may know me, or some may not. Let me introduce myself first. I am a little Taoist priest from the Taoist temple on the mountain, and my name is Meng Jiucheng."

Buzz, the crowd immediately stirred up, and many people whispered in a low voice.

Meng Jiucheng nodded and continued to shout, "Please don't be afraid. We are not thieves, nor are we robbing the fake red coat army like Ma Si. We are all civilians who are forced by chaos, and the thieves are forced to help themselves. Therefore, we do not rob the poor and do not kill innocent people indiscriminately; we eliminate violence and maintain good fortune, just like Ma Si's group of people, will we not kill and keep harming people? We rob the rich and help the poor, like the king, the king's big family--"

Da Chou hurriedly reminded below: "Wang Baoying, his name is this."

Meng Jiucheng's face was still unchanged and continued to incite his speech, "Wang Baoying had already confessed his guilt, vowed to change his past and donate all his property. As the saying goes: People are bullied, and horses are riding. The world is in chaos, Mongolians, Jin soldiers, rebels, and countless thieves. You come and go, but you will not be able to make trouble in the future. Being obedient and endure everything is useless, and you will not get a good result. Seeing that you are bullied, you will be more aggressive. First, you will rob your family of food and property and starve you to death; then force your family to join the army, or insult your wife and daughter, can you still bear it?"

The villagers looked at each other, but they had never seen this scene and did not speak out.

Meng Jiucheng coughed, lowered his head and gave Da Zhao a fierce look. Didn’t this guy explain it clearly, just being a child care provider, why isn’t he dedicated at all?

Da Chou then reacted, raised his spear and shouted, "I can't bear it. Instead of being cowardly and humiliated like a dog, it's better to resist. It's just a life, why not die? A big scar on his head, and another hero is eighteen years later..."

Seeing that this guy was about to go off topic, Meng Jiu quickly interrupted loudly and said, "Yes, only by rising up and resisting, picking up swords and guns to protect himself, protecting his relatives, and protecting property and land can one live a good life and be worthy of being a man and a real man."

Looking around people with different expressions, either excited, frowning, indifferent, or thinking, Meng Jiucheng knew that something affordable was better than the vernacular principle.

With a heavy cough, Meng Jiucheng focused everyone's eyes and said loudly: "From the future, Mr. Chen Daotong and Chen are the village chief of this village. He is kind-hearted and proficient in medicine. He will be here tomorrow. Now I will announce a few new rules on his behalf, and everyone has heard it clearly-"
Chapter completed!