"Burn all their temples and kill all these bald scoundrels. The great wizards have orders. These heretic devils are all here to bewitch us. They will suck all our bone marrow, eat all our cattle and sheep, and destroy our pastures." A bald man with small braids was riding on a dark horse, waving the short bow in his hand with one hand and holding a pine oil torch in the other.

Behind him, there were teams of cavalry raging everywhere, and their horses were often tied to one or two women, and their messy long hair blocked their faces, but they could not stop the wailing sounds.

On the road behind, there were also corpses spread across the ground. The villages surrounding the temple were lit one by one with fire and thick smoke soared into the sky.

In the open space in front of the Chongming Temple Hall, thousands of people had gathered quickly, and more monks rushed here. Some of these people had been ordained, and some had not, but there was no doubt that those who could come at this time were all Ling Chen's forces.

Ling Chen had already heard the crying outside the temple and saw thick smoke floating in the distance.

"I am merciful," Ling Chen proclaimed the Buddha's name. This is not unfamiliar to him. You must know that he was a monk for ten years in his previous life because of his longevity. He was just wondering if this is the reason why he was the abbot of a large temple after he came in.

A temple with tens of thousands of vassals is definitely a very famous temple in this agricultural era. It is not real history. Ling Chen knew that, like his previous life, it was also mixed together, mixing the forces in real history together to determine the outcome. The camp task prompts in his mind were very clear. This battle was to help the farming civilization find a way to defeat nomadic civilization.

This problem is very big and complicated. Ling Chen has no time to think about this problem now, so he must first survive the sudden invasion of the group of nomadic peoples in front of him.

Fortunately, for him, he had a similar preparation, because when he entered this post-world adventure in his previous life, he had countless similar experiences. Compared with today, those dangers are more powerful and can kill people.

Below are a group of monks and believers dressed in various coarse cloth, all of whom are men. Ling Chen saw at a glance that many of the people inside were intelligent replicas he brought in, and their appearance did not change at all.

"The people who are skilled in martial arts line up in front, and the others will quickly find weapons, door panels and wooden sticks, so hurry up." Ling Chen quickly gave the order.

The 10,000 intelligent replicas he brought were concentrated here, and there were 2,000 people. The others were too far away to gather, but these were enough to drive away the nomadic cavalry.

Things were urgent, and soon someone demolished the door panels of houses in various parts of the temple, found wooden sticks, and armed those who were lined up.

Time is so urgent, but Ling Chen knows that if he is not armed, he will be slaughtered and will not help.

Half an hour later, the two thousand people were initially armed. Two hundred people were fighting against the door panel in front, as the front shield, and one thousand eight hundred people behind each holding wooden sticks. Fortunately, the temple given to Ling Chen has a profound foundation, a large number of houses, and they are all made of wooden. Otherwise, even if there is enough manpower, it would be difficult to mobilize these things that are not weapons in a short period of time.

"Others stay in the temple to maintain order and do not run around. I lead people to meet the enemy. The rest of the matter is decided by the elder Zhiming." Ling Chen hurriedly issued a decision, handing over the temple's defensive tasks to a very loyal elder in his memory, Master Zhiming. The so-called master is not a concept in the game, but a master who can teach Buddhism and teach in Buddhism, which is one level higher than a monk.

Ling Chen led these two thousand people to leave the temple quickly.

The Master Zhiming, whom he left behind, was an old monk over 60 years old, commanded the remaining people to strengthen the temple gate, prepare sand, soil, water buckets, etc., to prevent the enemy from burning the temple.

Ling Chen led two thousand people, and he walked in the middle, and soon formed a dense column marching line, with twenty people across the road and more than two hundred across the road.

There are a large number of villages and towns around the temple, which is also the foundation for the temple's survival. Ling Chen learned from his memory that this is a water source located at the junction of the northern grasslands and plains. At the bend of a large river, a large number of people gathered, and four temples were scattered here.

As for where this temple came from and who was established, Ling Chen had no information, and other locals didn't care.

Ling Chen marched towards the villages and towns where fireworks were the most prosperous. Along the way, everyone was speechless and showed the qualities of the intelligent replica. They did not need to play extra things. All their behaviors were performed according to their true colors. Without any prompts, Ling Chen was told that he had violated the rules.

"There is a great man in the wild, and there is a group of people in front of him, as if they are monks' soldiers." A bald man with braids in his hair was commanding the soldiers to burn the village, drive away and massacre the people here. Suddenly, one of his deputy, a thin and dry man, came to repay him.

"What, monk soldiers? These bald donkeys are really restless and are ready to rebel. Mavericks, I will give you a thousand people and kill them all for me." The bald man shouted and furious.

"Yes, big family" The thin and dry man called Mahogany by the big family then rode his horse and shouted, summoning the scattered people.

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"Form a square formation on all sides, raise the door panels on all sides, ready to resist the enemy's arrows." Ling Chen was wearing an old monk's robe at this time. Although he looked like a master monk on the outside, his words shouted were like a general.

However, no one doubted that the people who followed him to fight at this time were all the men he brought with him. The ten thousand intelligent replicas only mobilized two thousand people in a hurry, but these two thousand people, under his command, would not be afraid of the number of cavalry that was more than their own.

Xiong, this thin and dry man, is also the leader of the nomadic army. He led more than a thousand people, holding short bows, and surrounded Ling Chen's two thousand people on all sides.

They did not rush to attack rashly. The other party had already gathered into a formation. If they rushed hard, they would definitely fall off their horses. He used his usual tactics to shoot around the opponent's formation, while wandering constantly, waiting for loopholes to appear on the opponent's formation.

In his concept, this method is used to deal with infantry without crossbows. Often, in less than one or two hours, their formation will be loose and loose, and he can perform division and interspersed assaults, chasing the opponent's formation and then blocking the killing.
Chapter completed!