(Today's third chapter is delivered, brothers, what you recommend doesn't seem to be very good!)

Wang Mazi spat and cursed in a low voice: "You bastards know that, Master Lian is different from those officials before. Those officials used to treat us as animals, Master Lian treats us as human beings and brothers. If I offend him, isn't I Wang Mazi still an individual?"

There was a burst of laughter around: "What you said is human words."

When Lian Zining came in, everyone was sitting behind the table waiting for him to come in. Although he kept drooling at the chicken in the big pot, no one dared to move his chopsticks.

He had no intention of changing these rules. On the contrary, he felt that these rules were pretty good. He smiled and sat on the other end of the long table. Lao Wang first served him a large bowl of meat, and then served them in order of small flags and soldiers, and finally moved the big bumps to the table with great effort.

Lian Zining picked up a piece of meat to eat, and smiled and signaled to everyone. The soldiers cheered and immediately started to eat.

If the superior doesn’t eat, no one can eat it. This is the rule in the army. No matter when and where, the collective is so hierarchical.

Lian Zining looked at the soldiers who were eating voraciously, and felt a little moved. The three chickens stewed in the pot combined with fourteen pounds was just a hundred dollars, so he easily made these men bow their backs.

(In the Zhengde period, Hongzhi was inherited, and the prices were very low. The water chicken was bunched with one pound, and it was only four or five articles - Zhou Hui's "Records of Trivial Affairs in Jinling")

It's not easy these days!

After dinner, I rested until two o'clock, and the afternoon training began again.

Unlike in the morning, this time, thirty-six soldiers stood in a straight line, each holding a long stick in his hand, and his head was sharpened with a spear. Lian Zining walked with a whip and said, "The training program this afternoon is a spear stab. I have already practiced holding a gun yesterday. Come on, who will tell me what the essence of holding a gun is? "

Lian Zining stretched out his hand and pointed at Liu Liangchen, who was quite fair and elegant: "You say!"

"Yes, sir!" Liu Liangchen stepped out and shouted: "Hands should be steady, eyes should be straight, hands should be stiff, legs should be bent, heels should be pushed on the ground, and butts should be stuck out!"

A low laughter came from the crowd, followed by the howling sound of Lian Zining's whip, the sound of slapping on people, and a suppressed groan. Lian Zining shouted loudly: "Laugh, laugh so fart! Okay, that's a good thing, Liu Liangchen returns to the team!"

If Cheng Yu saw Lian Zining's appearance at this time, he would definitely not recognize him. Is this still the gentle brother? Why did he become like a hooligan?

"Don't think that the set I taught is useless. Let me tell you that there is no fun on the battlefield. Some are just the most basic movements! Our infantry in the Ming Dynasty will be based on spears. When the two armies are fighting, there will be swords and guns, crowds of people, and people will be stuck together. You can't do any movements. There are only two basic movements - collecting and stabbing! These are these two!"

"So the two we train today are these, one is to collect and the other is to thorn!"

Lian Zining took a wooden stick and gestured, "Let's talk about stabbing this first. There is a key point, which is called "Don't leave your arms and a dazzling line." What does it mean? That is, your arms must move forward, and you cannot stand wider than your shoulders, so that you can use force. When you stab the place, you must form a straight line with the center of your eyebrows, so that you can be steady and ruthless! The goal is to stab the chest and abdomen. Don't stab the head and throat all day long. The target is too small and too difficult. The chest and abdomen are good. And as long as you hit it, the blood flows continuously, and it will be almost the same if you don't die."

Seeing that they heard very seriously, Lian Zining said, "Come on, I'll show you everyone."

He put his arms in front of him, his right arm bent and holding the back end of the spear, his left arm was diagonally extending forward, holding the middle section of the spear, his front end was raised, his body slowly leaned forward, and he aimed at the courtyard wall in front of him and stabbed him with a fierce force. How could the power of practicing martial arts for many years be underestimated? The force was extremely heavy, and the top of the spear could not bear his power and exploded. In the place where he was stabbed, a blue brick had already broken into pieces very quickly.

Lian Zining shook his head regretfully. If it were his Heshuo gun, he would probably have pierced the courtyard wall at this moment.

But the soldiers were stunned. After a while, they reacted and there was a burst of warm cheers. They had never seen such martial arts, and they regarded Lian Zining as a god.

Lian Zining threw the spear down and asked, "Have you seen my posture clearly? Follow this posture, practice me a thousand times first! Don't be lazy!"

The soldiers immediately felt bitter and muttered to the point of not letting others live.

Lian Zining wanted to use this high-intensity training to let their muscles thoroughly remember these simple movements. At that time, on the battlefield, with a command, they would even instinctively make such movements.

Thirty-six soldiers stood in a row, imitating Lian Zining's actions just now, and hehe, fighting toward the void in front. Lian Zining kept walking on the side, and stopped to guide anyone who was wrong. At first, he was still kind-hearted, which made people amazed why Lian Yan suddenly changed his temper, but soon they discovered that as long as someone was instructed three times and still failed, the snake-skin whip immediately whipped it down again.

After practicing for a while, these soldiers were surprised to find that the thorns were indeed very effective in this posture. The force of the thorns was even greater, and it seemed that the strength of the whole body could be used.

After practicing these thousand strokes, Lian Zining asked them to rest for a cup of tea, and then another thousand strokes.

After these thousand slaughterings, it was already the end of Shen Shi. Lian Zining was supervising them, who were so tired that they were so tired that they took a bath. This was to leave.

Five days have passed in a blink of an eye.

On the evening of the tenth day of April, the soldiers were sweating prone to thorns. After these days of high-intensity training, their movements were already quite sensible. The center of gravity under their feet was heavy and the strength in their hands was very strong. The spear was thrusting out with wind, and the spear rod was also slightly trembling. They shouted in a low voice, thorn, thorn, thorn, tug, tug, tug, and repetitively repeated monotonous movements, meticulously. Since even Zining was willing to spend money and nutrition could keep up, the training these days not only did not make their bodies collapse, but instead became stronger.

Lian Zining looked at him and nodded secretly. If he continued to train like this, he would have achieved initial results in more than a month.
Chapter completed!