"Long Gang, give these idiots a beating and let them learn the rules."
Master Du suddenly closed the folding fan in his hand and pointed with his hand.
Looking at the faces of these refugees, they are still a little unconvinced. This was the case in Wangjia Village in the past, but they have since been tidied up.
"Master Du, please keep an eye on it and serve it to me."
It was the tall and thick man who just waved the iron rod in his hand and led the people to rush out.
"It's over. Changshan and his gang are in dire straits. The big and thick man is nicknamed the Living King of Hell. The iron rod in his hand weighs more than a hundred kilograms. Even if a person encounters an immortal, he will be seriously injured..."
The villagers in Wangjia Village watched Long Gang rushing up to him brandishing an iron rod and talking. Some timid villagers even backed away several steps in fear.
"These people are interesting."
Huang Zhong and his son Huang Xu were also watching in the crowd. Seeing the Living Hell King Long Gang and Xiang Yong rushing up, the people of Changshan suddenly dispersed to both sides.
"I'll give these bastards a good beating..."
Long Gang led the people to rush into the middle of the Changshan people effortlessly without any hindrance, and he said with a big grin.
Apparently, they were so frightened by the title of Master Long that they ran away, and the iron rod in their hands danced like crazy.
"If I had known this earlier, why would I have..."
When the people in Wangjia Village saw the people in Changshan, they were so frightened that they dispersed and started talking. They had been very tough just now, but when they saw the Wangjiabao villagers holding swords, guns and sticks, they were so scared that they would probably have their arms and legs broken after a while.
fate.
"Father, go and save my little sister."
Huang Xu saw that the King of Hell, Long Gang, was about to rush in front of the eldest son Liu Qi. His younger sister Xiaodie was right next to him, hurriedly pulling on the sleeves of his father Huang Zhong.
"Don't worry, Xu'er. You see, although the people in Changshan dispersed just now, they retreated in an orderly manner. They didn't seem to be scared..."
Before Huang Zhong could finish his words, a tall man in the crowd waved two small flags in his hand and made several movements. The fleeing Changshan people suddenly changed their bodies again.
Seeing the scattered people, they surrounded the Xiangyong who rushed over from Wangjiabao.
"Wonderful, I don't know who came up with this?"
Huang Zhong's eyes lit up and he muttered to himself. The shouts and footsteps just now were noisy.
The Changshan people who escaped were surrounded by the two flags.
At first it was also because of the two flags that they scattered, but Huang Zhong didn't notice it at the time.
You must know that although flag language existed in the Spring and Autumn Period, it has not been widely circulated. After all, this requires programming. The color of the flag, the horizontal and vertical raising of the flag all represent different meanings.
Moreover, those Changshan people had obviously been trained whether they escaped just now or gathered again.
The movements and steps are consistent. Although we don’t know yet how effective they are in combat, this alone shows that they are extraordinary.
These people can already be called warriors.
When Huang Zhong saw Guo Jia next to the eldest son Liu Qi, he couldn't help but wonder if it was him.
If it were said that the eldest son Liu Qi came up with the flag language and trained the warriors, Huang Zhong would not believe it even if he was beaten to death.
Who doesn't know that the eldest son of Jizhou Mu is a dandy who just eats, drinks and has fun, and doesn't know anything.
"Brother Boyu is really a great talent, I admire you from Fengxiao..."
The genius Guo Jia said as he cupped his hands towards Liu Qi. He was even more baffled when he saw the ghost things Liu Qi drew on the paper a few days ago.
What is it called a queue? Rows of soldiers stood upright in the open space. Anyone who dared to move would be whipped.
The selected warriors were trained in formation first. What use could this thing have? Moreover, every warrior stepped out either with his left foot first or with his right foot first. The order was uneven.
Even Guo Jia laughed so hard that his stomach ached. Although he knew that Liu Qi knew a lot, this was leading troops to fight, not a child's play.
Moreover, the huge Jingzhou was conquered by Liu Biao, the herdsman of Jizhou, and I have never heard of Liu Qi joining the army.
However, Guo Jia didn't ridicule the semaphore at all, but showed admiration on his face.
Liu Qi didn't refute what the genius Guo Jia said, but he was convinced in his heart.
Queue training is not something for children. It is the crystallization of the wisdom of our predecessors over thousands of years.
Although there were some items prohibited by training orders in ancient times, they were far inferior to the queues of later generations.
This is what Liu Qi came to Fancheng and thought hard about. Although he could not lead troops to fight, he had seen a lot in the original world.
The end of the Han Dynasty is about to end, and the chaos of the Three Kingdoms is coming. If you want to survive here, you must have a certain degree of strength.
Liu Qi appointed the first-class people as leaders of ten groups, so he naturally trained these ten people first.
The first-class people are all veterans on the battlefield. Although they think this thing is useless, since the eldest son has said it, they regard it as an imperial edict.
In the morning, the troops were trained to recognize flags, and in the afternoon, the soldiers were trained in martial arts.
As for martial arts, Liu Qi didn't need to worry about it. The first-class people didn't have many moves, but they were sure-kill moves on the battlefield.
Even the genius Guo Jia couldn't help but lament that Liu Qi had found a treasure. At first, Mrs. Cai randomly selected these old, weak and disabled soldiers.
"The King of Living Hell, today Master Dian, I will make you the King of Death."
At this time, Dian Wei rushed to the front of Long Gang with a few strides, carrying a pair of large iron cannons on his back.
"Zhoucao, where did that big yellow face appear from?"
The face of Living Hell King Long Gang also changed. You should know that he is two meters tall and weighs two hundred kilograms. However, in front of the big yellow face opposite him, he is a little underwhelmed.
After all, Long Gang, the King of Hell, was used to being arrogant and domineering, so he swung the iron rod in his hand fiercely.
"Big yellow face, go to hell."
call……
A whistling sound rang out from mid-air, hitting Dian Wei on the opposite head with the force of a mountain.
The iron rod weighed more than one hundred kilograms, and with Long Gang swinging it with all his strength, the rod weighed more than five hundred kilograms.
"That big yellow face is over!"
The people in Wangjia Village all have this thought in their minds. The Living King of Hell, Long Gang, knows martial arts.
hey-hey……
Dian Wei was originally tall and thick, but his grin was even more frightening.
The hand as big as a futon rushed forward, and he didn't even pull out the iron sword behind his back.
As the saying goes, an expert can tell if something is there as soon as he reaches out his hand.
It was alright for the living King of Hell, Long Gang, to bully ordinary people. Although the stick he struck just now was very sharp, in Dian Wei's eyes it was like a firewood stick wielded by a little kid.
"What the hell."
At this time, the living King of Hell, Long Gang, was also dumbfounded. The big yellow face grabbed the head of the iron rod he smashed down with his bare hands.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move at all, and I used all my energy to suck the milk.
"Boy, come here."
Dian Wei exerted a little force, and Long Gang was pulled over with a thud and the iron rod.
Bang!
Seeing himself being dragged over, Long Gang slammed his left fist towards Dian Wei's face.