After dinner, Yi Niang brought tea and everyone sat and chatted casually.

"Langjun is almost sixteen." Yi Niang glanced at Yang Xuan and said with satisfaction: "Langjun is very handsome. The young man is the county magistrate. I am thinking that it is time to check out Langjun's marriage."

When I mentioned this, even the old thieves became interested.

"Mr. Lang, I think Han Ying is pretty good."

Cao Ying stroked her beard and said, "The body is plump and plump, just suitable for sleeping with your husband."

Wang Laoer said casually: "Han Ying is so fat."

"It would be better to be fat." The old thief said disdainfully: "Are you looking for a woman with bones all over her body? She's not afraid of offending her husband."

Yi Niang glared, "Don't even talk."

After everything subsided, Yi Niang's eyes became more joyful, "I saw a girl last time in Yongningfang. She was plumper than Han Ying. She was so beautiful that even I was attracted by her."

"The husband's first wife must be cautious." Cao Ying suggested, risking being offended by Yi Niang.

"Of course." Yi Niang said matter-of-factly, "When I come here, I will serve as my concubine. If I serve her well in the future, she will naturally benefit from her."

"He's fatter than Han Ying, Yang Xuan, take care." Suzaku muttered.

Yang Xuan coughed dryly, "Let's talk about this... more."

He reads the information about later generations every day, especially movies and TV series, and has long been baptized by the aesthetic values ​​​​of later generations. When he heard about a woman who was fatter than Han Ying, he knew that he couldn't handle it without even thinking about it.

The old thief jumped out and said, "Young man is worried that your husband will be pushed out of bed at night!"

"Presumptuous!" Cao Ying was angry and stood up to deal with the old thief.

The old thief ran around the pillar, but Cao Ying couldn't catch up for a while.

Yang Xuan couldn't help but think of a scene in a certain film and television drama, and blurted out, "Jing Ke assassinated the King of Qin."

"Carry it on your shoulders on a pair of hairy legs." Suzaku roared.

…

That night, Yang Xuan took out the scroll and turned on the screen.

"Ancient Military."

A subdirectory appears.

"train."

The next level of subdirectories appears.

1: A brief analysis of military training in the Qin Dynasty.

2: Revealing the secrets of military training in the Han Dynasty.

3: On the combat methods of Mongolian cavalry.

There is also a long list of sub-categories below, with the last row of words: On the combat effectiveness brought by steel discipline.

…

The second day.

After breakfast, Yang Xuan stood up and said, "The old thief continues to wander around the city."

"Take your orders!" the old thief said with a smile, "I'll go back and touch the bones."

"It's okay to touch the bones." Yang Xuan sneered: "Don't touch the bones you shouldn't touch, otherwise your legs will be broken."

The old thief said sarcastically: "Definitely not."

When we arrived at the front yard, the three clerks were there.

"I've seen the Ming Dynasty."

Yang Xuan nodded, "Thank you for your hard work."

Zhen Siwen turned around and looked at Yang Xuan who was leaving, and praised: "The Ming Mansion has become more and more commanding."

Hu Zhang nodded in agreement.

Jiang said sincerely: "Indeed."

Outside the city, the death camp gathered at the foot of the mountain on the right, avoiding the sight of the city.

"Array up!"

Zhao Youcai stepped forward and asked, "Please give me instructions."

Yang Xuan walked to the front of the array and scanned the rows of prisoners.

"You are called a death camp, and the name carries the aura of death. But who wants to die? No one wants to die."

Yang Xuan's words lifted the spirits of the prisoners.

He walked slowly in front of the array.

"Atonement is the only way for you, and if you want to atone for your sins, the only way is to make meritorious deeds. But if you die in battle before you have made meritorious deeds, is it unjust?"

The mountain breeze blew, and Yang Xuan stopped and faced the array.

"Unjust or not?"

"injustice!"

"Isn't it unfair if it's not tidy enough?"

"injustice!"

Amidst the uniform shouts, Yang Xuan raised his hand.

The sound stopped suddenly.

He looked at those eager eyes and said solemnly: "Then practice as I said. It will increase your chances of survival and allow you to continue to gain merit."

"In a word, listen to orders, listen to orders, or really listen to orders. Do you understand?"

"clear!"

A group of tough gangsters who survived in the city of sin have so much fresh flavor of the world.

We still have hope!

"Stand still!"

"Bring the rope, set up the pole, and straighten it!"

"Stand still!"

Under the autumn sun, these former prisoners were motionless.

Because the man standing in front of them didn't move.

The mountain wind blew again, and it seemed as if I encountered a mountain peak in front of the array and chose to go around it.

"Rest!"

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Xuan gave the order to rest.

Zhao Youcai limped over, "Lang Jun, is this kind of training useful?"

Diao She also scratched his head, "Lang Jun, the villain is carrying an axe. Wherever the gentleman points, he will kill the villain. Damn, I dare to kill officials. The villains standing in this array are covered in sweat..."

"Sweat more now and bleed less during war!"

"Array."

Yang Xuan had a straight face.

The array is reshaped.

"Intensive assassination with spears."

"kill!"

"kill!"

"Be tidy!"

"kill!"

"forward……"

"kill!"

At the end of the training, Yang Xuan said with satisfaction: "The next step is to assassinate with a hanging stone."

Well!

Zhao Youcai and Diao She looked at each other, but did not dare to ask.

…

The old thief went for a walk outside and wanted to go back early, but he was worried that Junzi Cao would catch him and scold him.

have to!

He simply touched the roof.
To be continued...