When Zhao Fubo went up the mountain, he also carried two shells on his back. Charlin and Feilin were all walking up the mountain with one shell on his back. Above the entire mountain road was a long dragon. In front were war horses and people dragging ropes, and behind were people carrying bars.

The heavy bronze-made "Reincarnation II-type mortar cannon" made of heavy bronze, and the big wheels made a heavy "collision" sound every time they moved upwards. Although the scouts and rangers of the Mongolian soldiers had been knocked down by the soldiers of the Ghost Army who had gone up the mountain with rifles equipped with mufflers, they could not shout any horns when they went up the mountain.

The hardworking and simple Sichuan people dragged ropes with their horses, just like they dragged sailboats on the Yangtze River. Every step they took, they made a low and heavy horn sound together.

"Step steadily...hey! Hey scatter hard...hey scatter..."

The person leading an old man was whispering the trumpet in front, and the men and women dragging the ropes worked together to respond to the half sentence behind. The heavy bronze cannon "shifted" its heavy cannon body to the mountain little by little. There were also a large number of soldiers wearing armor mixed with the civilians. As artillery team members, they understood that the cannon could achieve its maximum power only when it was on the ridge and bombarding the mountain.

Although the "Reincarnation Ii type mortar can be fired in a curved manner, its range is effective. If it is moved to the ridge, it can perform relatively accurate direct shooting, and its power will naturally increase a lot.

"Step steadily...hey! Hey scatter hard...hey scatter..."

The two shells Zhao Fubo was carrying were also very heavy. However, he was not in a natural way, so he left very quickly. Looking at the hard-working people and soldiers, a feeling of sorrow surged in his heart. He finally understood what his teacher Martin said, "The people's hearts are terrifying." He also understood why when the teacher first taught himself, he always reminded him to mention the reason for "parliament".

"Give the people a place where they reason, and the country is definitely not enough for you to say the final decision alone. At least you can't make planes, cannons and tanks alone, so if you want to be respected internationally, then respecting your people and improving the cohesion of their subjects is what a real king needs to do!"

On the contrary, examples are easy to find. In the late Song Dynasty, the late Ming Dynasty, and the late Qing Dynasty, the Eight-Nation Alliance had only more than 20,000 people, which entered a superpower with a population of up to 400 million.

Then it means that treating the people as slaves will naturally bring about international humiliation. But on the other hand, it seems that the First Emperor of the year won the Zhengzheng system, and his tenth-level military merits made him invincible in the world. In essence, the tenth-level military merits are cohesion brought by relatively fair and just rules.

"Step steadily...hey! Hey scatter hard...hey scatter..."

Zhao Fubo saw the first woman to come out for the election with her own eyes. At this moment, she was holding a thick wooden stick. The ropes were tied to both ends of the wooden stick, and the smooth bark had no time to deal with the smooth bark, which made her shoulders and scalp bloom. Looking at the shocking blood stains, the sweat beads on her forehead rolling.

At this time, Zhao Fubo despised himself. When he came back, he was worried that the people would not be willing to support him. He also worried that with a group of poor people, how could they quickly establish a powerful "Huaxia Empire". But today he saw that the people's hearts are not only available, but also useful.

Now, think back on what I gave to these people. Before coming here, I even used it to me that I had never trusted them, and even thought that the ignorant people could not tell the difference. Even when I got here, I was just giving them a meal. Now it seems that I was not only wrong, but also made the extremely s.b mistake. Just like the Song Lizong Zhao Yun who was hiding in Lin'an, he did not keep the people in his eyes at all.

"With such a person, why worry about the injustice of the world? If such a person, why worry about the immortality of the Tartars! If you guard such a person, you have to pay tribute to the barbarians every year. That is not enough to describe it. It is simply a group of people who treat their heads as decorations!"

At this moment, Zhao Fubo was full of confidence in the construction of the future "Homeland of China". Although the preparations before returning are still important, the people's efforts must also be considered.

What Zhao Fubo didn't know was that when he was walking in front with two thick shells, the people behind him looked at him, and there was hope. Yes, what could bring them greater hope than a monarch who could work with them?

Carrying two shells, he took some sweat. But carrying two shells, Zhao Fubo won the hearts of the people. Just as the marketing theory says, behind a real customer, there are two hundred potential customers. Then, just look at the long mountain road, all the bent efforts are in the sound of "Step steadily... Hey! Hey scatter... Hey scatter...", and the people who dragged the heavy copper cannons to the mountain ridge should know what a rare treasure a piece of the people's hearts are.

Don’t be dissatisfied. If you look at the successful monarchs in the entire history, all those who win the hearts of the people will win the world. Whether it is cheating, grabbing or real winning, it doesn’t matter. What is important is that winning the hearts of the people is important, and winning the hearts of the people is the foundation for winning the world.

When the afternoon sun shone down from the sky, under the shadow of the big tree on the ridge, there were already "Reincarnation Ii-type mortar cannons" installed in the Mongolian military camp at the foot of the mountain. The relatively light rocket launcher had already arrived at the top of the mountain and arranged the launching cannon positions. In order to see the shelling of Mongolian soldiers, the people did not go down the mountain to have a meal, but carried all the cooking chariots and food on the ridge.

This is their only hope. They hope that when they see the emperor in front of them, they can give them a harsh anger that has been bullied over the years.

"Okay, no problem, but they have to be in a safe place. Also tell them that war is a cruel thing, and they will see flesh and blood flying."

Zhao Fubo did not make things difficult for these people. After having lunch quickly, he had to take his 500 ghost army soldiers to approach the Mongolian barracks with his subordinates. In this way, he could follow them and launch a continuous attack when they ran away. In that way, they could not stop and prepare for a chance to fight.

When Zhao Fubo arrived at his position, he took out a signal flare!
Chapter completed!