Looking at the white dragon horse that was also covered in mud, Zi Tong raised the corners of her lips and said, "Zi Tu, give Fu Sheng a knife!"
"Yes!" Zitu immediately took out a saber from the pile of weapons on the side, held it in both hands, and brought it to Meng Fusheng's side, "Young Master, saber!"
"Thank you!" Meng Fusheng raised his hand to take the knife.
At this time, Zi Tong had also flown up and stood on a big rock with his hands behind his back.
"Meng Fusheng, return to the team!"
"Yes!" Meng Fusheng agreed, galloped over and stood next to a nearby team.
"Night training begins!"
Zi Tong gave an order, and Zi Tu immediately came over and played the piccolo again.
The flute sound is short and long, and the different rhythms are signals.
Detachment, team up, detour, joint attack...
Under the guidance of the sound of the flute, five thousand people and five thousand horses immediately started galloping in the valley. Meng Fusheng could not keep up with the rhythm at first, but with his intelligence, he soon understood the meaning of the flute sound, and gradually understood the meaning of the flute sound.
Already keeping up the pace.
Riding on a horse, following the whistle, running or stopping, charging or killing, stabbing or slashing, shouting and charging with the Zi family troops, this was something Meng Fusheng had never experienced before in his life.
From the fresh excitement at the beginning, to the excitement later, and then to the calmness of the mood.
"Disband!"
When Zi Tong gave the last order, the five thousand men and horses quickly dispersed and entered the tent in the valley. Meng Fusheng had also beaten the horse and came to Zi Tong's side.
Two young men, one standing on a big rock and the other sitting on a horse, looked at each other from a distance, both with smiles on their lips.
"Luo Lei!" Zi Tong shouted out a name.
Luo Lei, the leader of the fourth squadron, immediately rushed over and stood respectfully in front of Zi Tong.
"Bring the new member Meng Fusheng back to the team. From today on, I will hand him over to you. He will eat, live and sleep with your people. No special treatment will be allowed!"
"Yes!" Luo Lei immediately agreed loudly, then turned to look at Meng Fusheng who had jumped off the horse, "Meng Fusheng, collect the horse and return it to account!"
Regardless of whether he is the young master of the Meng family or whoever he is, in their eyes, what Zi Tong said is the imperial edict. She said that he cannot be treated specially, and he will not receive special treatment because of Meng Fusheng's status.
"Yes!" Meng Fusheng also imitated those soldiers and responded in a loud voice.
The valley gradually became quiet.
Apart from the occasional sound of a horse's hoofbeats, there were only the chirping of insects and the distant sounds of night birds.
"Miss, why don't you go to bed early?!" Zi Tu stood under the stone and reminded softly.
"good!"
Zi Tong raised her face in response and looked at the night sky.
Due north, the North Star is exceptionally bright, just like the man's gaze.
＊＊＊Ni-tian-xiao-kuang-hou＊＊＊
Three days, no more, no less.
Three days is enough for the Zi family army to adapt to their own war horse armor.
Three days is enough for the herb collection team to bring back mountains of purple primrose.
Three days are enough for the Zi family's alchemy masters to refine a total of no less than several thousand low-level elixirs.
…
At the same time, the ears and eyes of Ziwei Auction House also passed various news into Zi Tong's slap from time to time.
On the eve of the war, Hong Lian rushed to Zi Family Medicine Valley again. After what happened that night, Hong Lian became more and more in awe of Zi Tong. Standing in front of Zi Tong at this moment, she was as respectful and cautious as she was standing in front of Beichen, not daring to show any signs of disrespect.
Disrespectful.
After listening to Honglian reporting on the activities of various sects in various cities, Zi Tong spoke softly.
"Is there anything going on over there at the temple?"