Chapter 35: Fury Sets the Prairie Ablaze (End)

  (One careless move and I've crossed the Three Jiang! To be honest, no one informed me beforehand. I almost wrote an application... This is all thanks to my brothers' enthusiastic support, so I'll continue with two updates. Actually, I also wanted to do three updates, but unfortunately, I'm not capable of it... In fact, friends who read my book know that in terms of the number of words in a public chapter, each of my chapters is still quite substantial. One chapter can top one and a half chapters of others, so from this perspective, even if I do three updates, it's still acceptable. Of course, this chapter is a bit shorter...)

  Di Lie's heart was surging at this moment. Before this, he had only vaguely thought that he should build his own force in order to survive in this chaotic world. Although there were two thousand people on Wangyun Mountain who listened to his orders, which was not a small number. However, the vast majority of these people were skilled craftsmen, and they were rare technical talents in this chaotic world. Using such talents as ordinary soldiers would not only be a waste, but also a kind of self-mutilation.

  So Di Lie had this idea, but didn't know where to start. After all, ten days ago, he was just a law-abiding soldier, and ten days later, he suddenly became a rebel. Hmm, it seems like that's an exaggeration, in this chaotic world, everything has fallen into a state of anarchy, so there's no such thing as rebellion anymore.

  If it is done well, in the future, forming a new regime by oneself will not be counter-revolutionary but revolutionary!

  As for the impression of Southern Song in my mind, I haven't heard it until now. It's possible that it hasn't been established yet, or maybe this dynasty didn't appear at all in this time and space. But regardless of whether it exists or not, this weak Song Dynasty, which is famous for its self-destruction and flattering the enemy by destroying the Great Wall, wouldn't be taken seriously by me. Even the Song Dynasty, that sheep-like dynasty that kowtows to the ground and begs for mercy from the Jurchen-led Jin Dynasty, was beaten so badly by myself. What's more, a small regime like "Directly turning Hangzhou into Bianjing" would hardly be worth my attention?

  At present, this batch of people, although the composition is complex and the combat effectiveness is not good, there are even militia. However, three years of officer experience has given Di Lie full confidence that he can train the weakest sheep into the most ferocious wolves. With the help of firearms beyond this era, perhaps without too many troops, they can sweep across this medieval world.

  Di Lie's heart was surging with excitement, and he couldn't help but feel thrilled. Every soldier has a dream of one day commanding an army, or even thousands of troops. Di Lie had the same dream. However, in peacetime, to achieve this dream, aside from constantly striving upwards, the most important thing is to rely on the accumulation of years and experience. No matter how capable you are, before the age of 40, don't think about wearing a shining general's star; before the age of 50, don't think about commanding an army; before the age of 60, don't think about becoming the commander of a major military region...

  And this dream, just ten days later, Di Lie achieved. Moreover, in the future more "ten days", he will be able to command more troops. Because among these Song captives, craftsmen, medical attendants, monks and Taoist priests accounted for only a small part, most of them were young and strong laborers. The physical quality of these people is not bad, as long as the courage can be trained, it is a good source of soldiers...

  Di Lie's thoughts surged, but in reality, it was only a brief moment of ten or so seconds. He suppressed his high emotions and said in a low voice: "I, Di Lie, won't say too many pretty words, just one sentence. Since everyone has kind intentions, let us join hands in this chaotic world, overcome difficulties together, and seek wealth and honor!"

  All the surrendered soldiers and militiamen, even some of the Song captives, shouted in unison: "Together we share hardships, together we seek wealth and honor, together we share hardships, together we seek wealth and honor..."

  The returned Prince of Boluo and the Zhao family's dragon descendants couldn't help but curl their lips in disdain: Who says he can't speak eloquently? This slogan is simple and straightforward, yet it points directly to people's hearts and is extremely provocative. Is this person really a prince or some rebel reincarnated?

  Although they were very unhappy in their hearts, they had already become people of a lost country, and the capital was gone. How could they blame others for starting another fire and gathering crowds?

  Seeing so many people kneeling down, Di Lie was still somewhat unaccustomed to it and repeatedly nodded his head to signal: "Everyone get up."

  Fang Hong and the others signed the military contract, clasped their fists in respect, and stood up: "Thank you, leader..."

  At this time, Ah Shu loudly corrected from the side: "The master is a great Han prince from Taiwan, and must be called Your Highness. We follow our master, not to become bandits, but to rebuild the Great Han Imperial Guard and revive the Great Han prestige!"

  As soon as this was said, Fang Hong and others were both surprised and delighted. They were willing to surrender, not only because they admired Di Lie's bravery, but also because they had been watching the battle from the forest when the Jin army and Khitan army attacked the camp. They all thought that Di Lie's side was doomed to lose, so they didn't dare to take action, fearing that they would get themselves burned.

  Just then a loud explosion, sudden change, the situation took a drastic turn. In their eyes, the golden army that had already won, was annihilated in an earth-shattering explosion.

  What happened was an explosion. Hundreds of eyes of the soldiers guarding the camp did not see any signs or warnings, and it seemed that only God could have done it. But then Di Lie threw out another batch of explosives, with a power and sound that was not as great as the previous package, but the visual effect was exactly the same. Fang Hong and others finally connected it to the thunderous power of the explosion, confirming that it was indeed Di Lie's doing. They finally understood why someone dared to enter the camp at night with just a few people, causing chaos in heaven, because they had such a powerful killing tool in their hands!

  With this understanding, Fang Hong and others naturally felt a deep sense of reverence and awe, coupled with admiration, and leading the crowd to surrender to nature was the best choice.

  No one is willing to be a bandit, Fang Hong and the others who signed up for the army are no exception. They didn't want to become outlaws unless they were forced to. Now that Ah Shu has said this, it's truly an unexpected surprise. Regardless of whether this matter is true or false, as long as there is such a name, they are not thieves, but rather remnants of the previous dynasty's army.

  Fang Hong and the signed soldiers were excited, constantly shouting "Your Highness" and "Thousand Years", which also caused the righteous people and Song captives to shout loudly, their voices shaking the sky.

  Di Lie looked at the excitement of the military and civilians, and sighed secretly. This ancient era was indeed different from modern times, and the importance of righteousness and reputation was so great! In his heart, he couldn't help but admire Ah Su's quick reaction, and at the same time, he had a deeper understanding of this "identity" that he had casually pulled over. It seemed that this tiger skin still needed to be worn for a while longer.

  Since they had integrated such an armed force, it was time to take them out for a drill. Di Lie hadn't forgotten that in the central camp of the Golden Army, there was still the last organized remnant force and the mastermind behind everything.

  Di Lie gathered all the weapons he could collect, including bows, crossbows, guns, shields and various equipment left behind by the dead and wounded Golden Soldiers: leather armor, curved knives, bows and arrows, war horses, etc.

  Fang Hong led a total of 271 surrendered soldiers, all of whom had undergone rigorous training. Some were even skilled in archery and horsemanship, their combat strength not much inferior to that of the Khitan army. Di Lie gave them all the warhorses he could gather, forming a cavalry unit. He also handed over twenty divine bows to the soldiers with the best marksmanship and strongest arm strength, forming an elite archer team.

  After the war, there were still 233 righteous civilians left. In addition, another batch of Song captives saw that hundreds of Jin soldiers were easily annihilated, and with high morale, they joined in one after another. The number suddenly increased to over 800 people, and there was a trend of continued expansion.

  But time was pressing, so Di Lie only recruited a thousand people, plus the signed military cavalry of nearly three hundred people. In no time at all, Di Lie already had an armed force of one thousand three hundred people. Moreover, each and every one of them were well-equipped, with two horses per person, two bows, multiple quivers, and various knives, guns, and axes hanging from their bodies. Such equipment would be considered top-notch in this era, but as for combat effectiveness, that's a different story altogether.

  With armor in place and weapons at hand, everyone felt a surge of energy and morale was high.

  Di Lie still wore the modern wild battle attire - this set of outfit had become an important symbol of his "Overseas Prince" identity, and it was estimated that it would not change in the future.

  Then, the pre-war mobilization began. Due to the large number of people and horses, Di Lie simply climbed onto a cart, waving a sharp golden knife he had seized from A Mu Tai, pointing towards the northwest direction of the central military camp, his expression excitedly saying: "Now, we have 1,300 fully armed men and horses, while over there - that enemy commander Jin Yu, who has captured, abused, humiliated, and is the nightmare of your daily lives, he only has less than 50 people. 1,300 versus 50! Twenty to one! We twenty, fighting against their one, do you dare? Do you dare?!

  Yang Chong jumped up and shouted loudly with his knife raised: "What are you afraid of!"

  Fang Hong also galloped on horseback, striking the saddle with his long spear: "What are you afraid of!"

  Azhao even more so in the Jurchen people's unique way, with a knife cut his face, letting blood flow freely, with a ferocious expression loudly shouting: "What is it that you dare not do?!"

  This self-mutilating method is quite intimidating, and even Di Lie can't help but glance at him sideways: "This guy won't be someone who's been oppressed by his own kind to the point of being extremely vicious, right? Looking at that appearance, he's more bitter and resentful than anyone else in the room..."

  All the soldiers and militiamen below raised their weapons in their hands, a thousand people shouted together, with a voice like thunder: "What dare not! What dare not!"

  It comes from the depths of every enslaved heart, a cry that erupts like molten lava, like thunder in spring, rumbling and rolling, echoing far and wide...