On the battlefield, because the Hai Clan did not send out too many strong men, the Qin State firmly had the upper hand, completely suppressing the Hai Clan and fighting in various ways.
But for this reason, the Qin State was suspicious and suspected that the Hai Clan was planning some conspiracy.
In order to prevent accidents from happening, they did not dare to go out to fight with all their strength.
They only sent 30% of the strong men to participate in the battle, and the rest were recuperating and preparing to deal with any changes.
But in the end, the Qin State was very confused.
As the sun set, the tens of millions of the Mad Shark Clan were defeated and more than half of them were killed.
At this point, the strong men of the Mad Shark Clan still did not dispatch, not only the strong men, but also the army.
Even if the troops participating in the battle were defeated, no one came to respond and turned a blind eye, as if these troops had been abandoned.
This unusual situation made the Qin State cautious, fearing that it would suffer a big loss accidentally and suffer unnecessary losses.
But Qin State understands better what it means to kill you while you are sick.
The Qin State simply set up a camp here, with strong men in charge.
Most of the soldiers who participated in the battle during the day entered the camp to rest.
The warship returned and pulled over all the soldiers in the original camp.
They continued to operate the sea shuttle and continued the night battle.
They continued to bleed the Sea Tribe and gradually expanded their advantage until they turned it into victory.
As for the monsters, let them run all the way over.
They are idle anyway, just in time to stretch their muscles.
It wasn't just these soldiers who were rotated.
The sea clan affiliated with Qin State, who had rested for a whole day, also replaced the Cang Jing clan and devoted themselves to the night battle.
At night, the battle continued without a moment's rest.
Most of the soldiers who had gone through the war took a rest to replenish their strength and prepare for tomorrow's battle.
The sea tribe was a little unlucky.
The battle took place in the sea, but they also slept in the sea.
Water happened to be a good medium, so the noise made them irritable and difficult to sleep.
They were not the only ones who couldn't sleep.
Gongsun Chijiu had a rare insomnia.
He came to the beach and sighed.
It's not because I lament the cruelty of war or the perishability of life, but just because I'm wondering, just because I can't feel the call from before, why am I still being suppressed everywhere?
There is a mysterious force in this place that is snatching away from me.
Those corpses and blood, that's nothing.
To his chagrin, his majestic Blood Monarch Body didn't win, so he could only collect a small amount of blood around him, and most of it was robbed by this area.
After fighting for nearly a day and night, half of the storage in the Blood Realm was reduced, but not much was captured.
It was really a loss of blood that could be compensated for.
Gongsun Chijiu stared at the dark sea, wondering whether he should go down again, try to collect blood, and get the loot that should be his own.
But soon, Gongsun Chijiu gave up this plan.
After all, he had just gone down in the afternoon and worked at the bottom of the sea for an hour or two, and the blood he got was pitiful.
It was useless work, and it made me miss dinner time, so I could only eat dry food.
Forget it, let's go back and play with pandas.
It's windy and cold outside.
Gongsun Chijiu walked up to his residence in the camp, and stopped halfway.
He felt strange when he saw that several barracks nearby were still brightly lit, and vague words could still be heard.
Deliberately keeping a distance from the surrounding barracks, ignoring the curfew, being so independent, what kind of military unit is this?
This is a rhythm that wants to go to heaven.
Gongsun Chijiu concealed his breath and quietly sneaked into the barracks.
He leaned against the window and looked around.
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What he saw were not soldiers, but a group of people who looked like teenagers.
At this moment, they were sitting together, talking happily about going to watch the game tomorrow.
"Tomorrow we can go to the battlefield and watch our army slaughter those sea people, one by one, like chopping up pigs."
A thin young man was so excited that his face was red and he was dancing.
"Yes, maybe we will have the opportunity to participate in the war and kill one or two sea tribesmen with our own hands."
Another fat boy was full of expectations.
The people around were talking and excited, and the barracks was filled with laughter.
On the surrounding beds, there are neatly placed armors, swords, and crossbows.
This can be regarded as the tradition of the Qin State.
Groups of students with good grades were selected from schools across the country and sent to various battlefields.
It's not that they are allowed to die and become cannon fodder, nor is it added to the army.
The Qin State has abundant troops and it has always been difficult for the active army to enter.
If they perform well and have this experience, it will be easier than others to join the army.
These students, who are specially sent to the battlefield with money and effort from the state, are without exception the elite of a school, or at least the top few in a grade.
They have only one mission here, and that is to see the war, see the cruelty and bloodiness of the war, and see the Qin army's attack and suppression of the foreign races, so that they can know how hard-won the peaceful and prosperous life in the country is now, because countless soldiers shed blood in front of them.
It was earned through sacrifice.
Finally, take this experience back and spread it to your classmates, family, and neighbors.
Spread the spirit of martial arts; spread the belief in protecting the clan and the country; spread the insistence on being irreconcilable with foreigners; spread the loyalty, bravery, and well-trained military of the Qin State.
I hope that everything that is widely known to the people will be spread widely and be passed down from generation to generation.
Not only Qin's glory and victory, but Qin's shame and failure will also be informed to the people in such activities.
Qin did not brainwash or force the people to accept anything, it just put the choice in front of them.
Either become a strong person, enjoy the good things, and sacrifice other forces, such as the interests of foreign enemies, to enrich myself and strengthen the ethnic group; or become a weak person, be ravaged and trampled by the strong, not only my own life and death, but also my relatives, friends, wife, etc. are in danger.
Everything can be destroyed by the enemy just because he wants to Gongsun Chijiu was still surprised when he knew about this tradition.
In the past, these people were placed on a relatively deserted battlefield where Qin had the upper hand, but now they were directly involved in such a cruel decisive battle.
Aren't they afraid of what might happen?
Although most of these people may not become strong men, those with good talents have long been recruited into the Young Tiger Camp, and only in rare cases will they live outside.
But as long as you don't die midway, you can still have a good future.
The Qin State won over these people in advance and allowed them to see the blood of Chi Guoguo, the barbarity and treachery of the enemy, and the dangers of foreign countries.
It did not ask them to become more loyal, but only needed to have a correct outlook on life.
When they grow up and do well in certain places, they will subtly assimilate more people into the type that Qin needs.
Even after two lifetimes, Gongsun Chijiu still has to give praise to this tradition.
This tradition can at least make the sacrifices of soldiers widely recognized by society and create an atmosphere of respect and worship.
Unlike some people in previous lives, who were ungrateful and would complain about anything as long as they were domestic.
Being even a hundred miles away would make people feel sick and want to vomit.
Gongsun Chijiu secretly put down two high-level fighting skills books outside the barracks and returned to his room.
After all, he is also a war emperor and has an independent house.
This kind of treatment is still available.
This group of students chatted happily, but they suffered a lot for the pandas raised by Gongsun Chijiu.
Gongsun Chijiu raised this panda Abao.
When he received the call from his owner, he rushed over thousands of miles away, but tragically became a plaything.
Abao was held in Gongsun Chijiu's arms, and he was held at will, his face was pinched, his hands were rubbed, and he was touched all over.
From time to time, he would be rolled into a ball and pushed out.
If he just stood up, he would be pushed down again and rolled into a ball.
In the end, Gongsun Chijiu used him as a pillow and slept on it for half the night
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