About a hundred feet away from the tent is a large playground. It is an empty mud field with some gravels trampled in the mud. The surface is flat and smooth, without even a straw stick.
The soldiers were arranged in teams of ten and ten teams in a row. They were beating military fists uniformly, accompanied by roars that shook the sky.
Most of the new recruits came out and stood not far from the tent, looking at the veterans.
Xiao Ling looked at it and felt that the military boxing was excellent. In this world where martial arts is advanced, they may not know the dynamics of the human body, how many muscles are involved in each movement, and how much energy is consumed. However, they
But he instinctively knows what kind of moves are more effective in defeating the enemy. What kind of moves are more suitable for fighting on the battlefield...
Xiao Ling instinctively wrote down the military fist, and then analyzed it silently. Finally, she came to the conclusion that, indeed, this kind of military fist was the most suitable for this world. And what she remembered about the other world was what the special forces had learned.
Those that are suitable for that world.
There is no difference between the two, it’s just that they perform different duties and require different things!!
An hour later, the rows of people dispersed and were replaced by others... Xiao Ling counted this time and found that there were two hundred square formations. One square formation had one hundred people, which was twenty thousand people.
And from what she saw on the top of the mountain, this was just one of the six playgrounds.
"Dang, dong, dong, dong…" A sound of gongs sounded. Recently, Xiao Ling was accustomed to obeying the instructions of such gongs. The rhythms of the gongs were different, representing different meanings. At this time, this was a gathering.
Returning to the smaller playground on the other side of the tent, Dong Tie stood there with ten people.
Everyone gathered quickly, but there was no horizontal or vertical direction, and they stood together in a chaotic manner.
"Hold the tent, ten people stand in a row." Tongtie shouted, raising his neck.
The speed was very fast, and ten people stood in a row. Xiao Ling stood at the front because she was the shortest, and behind her was Yunlong Xuanyu.
"Ten rows in a row." Dong Tie continued.
Everyone started to act according to his words. Soon, a total of a thousand people on their side formed ten formations and stood obediently.
Dong Tie waved his hand, and the ten people standing behind him walked towards the ten formations. They stood in front of their formations, and their cold eyes swept over the formations they faced without saying a word.
Dong Tieze continued: "From now on, the one hundred people in your formation will be your regular teammates in the future. Every time you form a formation, remember where you should stand. And what you are facing
This person is your captain, and you must obey his command..." There are many musts, this must, that must, and there is no room for calculation.
This is generally the case in the army, and it is also true. If someone disobeys orders, cannot do what is forbidden, and turns into a ball of loose sand on the battlefield, then how can the battle be fought?
Xiao Ling wrote down the appearance of their captain. He was a small man who looked very thin, but Xiao Ling did not dare to underestimate him. The blood evil aura in him was the heaviest among the ten. This
It means that he has killed the most people.
Here, there are no particularly obvious signs indicating their different identities. The only difference is the wooden sign. But that thing is still hanging on their bodies as new soldiers. When the war starts, or the more experienced ones, all of them will
Put it away.
The main reason is that they are afraid that enemies will assassinate the generals. The generals are supposed to be hidden, so how can they hang out something that shows their identity? Furthermore, losing it is also troublesome.