At noon, the whole army was taking turns to have dinner, but at this time Chang Yu quietly slipped into the Jin Prince's Mansion, and he came to have a meal.
Chang Yu has great expectations for his own physique. Youdao says that one should practice three-quarters and eat seven-tenths. Besides, he is a physical worker who fights and kills, so he needs fish and meat for every meal.
Although Fang San is good at cooking, he only eats mutton soup three times a day. It's delicious, but it's too monotonous. It's not as delicious as the royal banquet.
But when he arrived at the palace and saw that Zhu Shenxuan had invited so many distinguished guests from Taiyuan City, he quickly sneaked into the kitchen and asked the chef to start a small stove for him, beating him to death without showing up.
Having had enough water and food, Chang Yu sneaked away again and went directly to the South Gate Tower, only to see that Zhou Yuji and others had woken up and were eating.
Everyone greeted him, but Chang Yu shook his head and declined, turned around and went upstairs to sleep with his head covered.
This made Cai Maode and others feel a little sad. They would go to bed after eating. How could the rebel army sleep at this moment? Why was it that they felt less and less engaged in their duties?
After a good nap, I woke up and asked Fang San, who said he had slept for about half an hour. After washing his face with water, he went downstairs. When he climbed down the tower, he found no one there.
When he opened the door, he saw only the soldiers on duty. After asking, he learned that Zhou Yuji was patrolling the city, and that Wang Jimo and Cai Maode had gone to the city to appease the people.
To calm the people's hearts, Chang Yu muttered, thinking in his mind that the logistics personnel who collected thousands of corpses and returned to the city would exaggerate and describe how brutal the battlefield was, and the people's hearts would indeed fluctuate.
Looking up to the south, there were bursts of black smoke, which were the corpses of the rebels burning in the trench positions, and an indescribable smell spread in the air.
"The humble Zhou Tianpeng came to take charge"
At this moment, Zhou Tianpeng brought more than 20 masters from the imperial guards and came behind Chang Yu.
Given Chang Yu's current status and the situation and environment in Taiyuan at this time, he needs to be protected by personal guards wherever he goes.
Before noon, the Tengxiang Guards led by Tu Yuan were on duty, but they were dragged into a fight by Chang Yu. At this time, most of the people in the group were bruised and swollen, and Tu Yuan was still busy forming an elite army, so he
There are government military guards on duty.
The commander of the Fujun Guard is Tang Poshan (always mistakenly written as Tang Potian, now changed). However, like Cheng Ming of Tengxiang Guard, he went out to make extra money with the boss of Jinyiwei, so his deputy Zhou Tianpeng was temporarily in charge.
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Chang Yu turned around and nodded, and then asked someone to go to the military camp in the north of the city to deliver the order: Teng Xiang, the Fu army, and the eunuch army who came out of the capital, except for the wounded, all gathered at Zhenwu Gate in the west of the city. As for the silver car, it was temporarily left to the care of the servants.
Half an hour later, hundreds of cavalry lined up on the west coast of Zhenwumen for training. These were the troops brought by Chang Yu from the capital, including the Tengxiang Guards, the Fujun Guards and the Eunuch Army. As for the Jinyi Guards, who were not charging troops, they had already
Sent to various locations to perform tasks.
The instructors for the training were also elite soldiers selected from Zhou Yuji's subordinates, and they were given targeted training to learn how to quickly establish defensive and offensive formations.
Chang Yu looked sideways for a while and understood clearly that the morale and fighting spirit of his troops, who had seen blood, were indeed better than those of the Jinwu Guards who had just arrived, but they were slightly inferior to those who died on the battlefield under Zhou Yuji's command.
The elite soldiers will be produced through heaps of fighting. Especially the eunuchs' riding skills still have a lot of room for improvement.
After watching for a while, Chang Yu found a nearby grove and began to practice archery. He practiced archery with a one-stone bow and his strength with a two-stone bow. Kuang Ren served as the coach.
Archery is not something that can be accomplished in a day, but the ability to draw a hard bow for nearly a hundred times in a row, and the strength returned to normal in half a cup of tea really shocked Kuang Ren and others. This eunuch is not the strongest, but his recovery speed can be called a miracle.
After all the hard work, Chang Yuzao was still sweating profusely, so he continued practicing wearing only single clothes except for his coat.
In the blink of an eye, another hundred arrows were fired. Tired, Chang Yu was sweating profusely and his shoulders were sore, so he stopped to rest.
At this time, several carriages came and stopped by the grove. Fan Jiaqian jumped out of the car and directed the others to move objects from the carriages, but they were all stone pillars, barbells and other weapons training equipment.
"Sir, King Jin almost beat up the lowly official. He said that you are even thinking about his family's rocks. What do you want..." Fan Jiaqian said, and Chang Yu couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm just borrowing it for my own use, I'm just a bitch," he said, taking off his undress, walking shirtless to the stone barbell, with his legs in a T-shape shape, and lifting the barbell to his chest, repeating the same thing: "Look at me, do you have handsome muscles?"
Chang Yu's figure is not particularly strong. He is incomparable to Zhou Yuji and Hao Yaoqi. He is even inferior to many of his subordinates. However, his muscular lines are rolling and he is handsome. This is the result of his long-term training.
Results.
After practicing with barbells, dumbbells, stone piers and other equipment, Chang Yu's body was covered with sweat. His testosterone was bursting, and he was extremely masculine. There was no trace of a eunuch.
After a short rest, Chang Yu ordered people to wrap cotton cloth around the tree, and then kicked hard to practice his leg strength.
Everyone had never seen this kind of training method before, and everyone was confused and surprised.
"Mr. Factory Supervisor, what are you doing?" At this time, Zhou Yuji came over with more than ten soldiers. It turned out that he was patrolling the city and walked to Zhenwu Gate to see Chang Yu's men training next to Haizi, so he knew he was here.
So I came down to take a look and was very curious when I saw it kicking at a tree.
"Body training" Chang Yu stopped, panted heavily, shook his head, and sweat dropped like rain.
"Physical training? You are trying to cultivate immortality!" Zhou Yuji joked.
"We are originally immortals, but when we came down to earth, we accidentally fell down and knocked out our eggs. Let's practice hard and see if they can grow back," Chang Yu said with a grin.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, secretly convinced in their hearts. You must know that the eunuch's physical defects have always been something they are deeply ashamed of, the most inferior and most taboo about, but this man didn't take it seriously at all and made fun of himself.
Zhou Yuji burst into laughter and couldn't help but give Chang Yu a thumbs up, impressed by the factory supervisor's magnanimity.
"Commander Zhou, practice?" Chang Yu wiped his sweat and nodded provocatively to Zhou Yuji.
"I've had this intention for a long time." Zhou Yuji chuckled and took off his armor jacket. He saw Chang Yu shirtless and the muscles on his body were bulging. He was impressed but also dissatisfied with his previous defeat.
They just did what they said, without being polite at all, and they were fighting each other in the blink of an eye, with all the soldiers surrounding them cheering and cheering.
Zhou Yuji is tall and tall, and has natural supernatural power. Every move has the power of a dragon or a tiger, and his momentum is astonishing.
However, Chang Yu is good at fighting and has rich experience in actual combat. He is a top fighting master in his own right. Although his body and weight are not as good as those of his opponents, his martial arts skills are at the peak of his career. He is not at all inferior when facing someone like Zhou Yuji.
In an instant, the dust beside the grove was flying. The two of them worked hard, but there was no winner or lose for a while.
Why was Chang Yu able to defeat Zhou Yuji in a few rounds before, but now it was so difficult to figure it out?
Did Zhou Yuji's skill increase sharply?
Impossible, but Chang Yu gave up ground tactics.
The martial arts of today is not the traditional martial arts of later generations. It is just showmanship and boasting of skills. All practitioners have real skills, especially those in the army.
The so-called origin of martial arts is often rumored to be mythical. In fact, it originated from the killing skills in the military. It was formed from the practical experience learned by soldiers in fighting. It is definitely not the result of a dream that a mountain villager had after sleeping.
For example, the originator of stick skills was Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin, who was a soldier. For example, many boxing skills passed down in later generations are mostly related to Qi Jiguang. These were all developed after countless bloody battles and thousands of tempers, and are not comparable to those of later generations of Master Park.
For example, Tang Poshan of the Prince's Mansion is a master of Bajiquan, and Bajiquan came from Qi Jiguang. It is even said that Tai Chi is also the same. Although this has caused a lot of saliva, it is better than saying that it originated from a certain immortal or a Taoist priest.
too much.
Of course, there are many people who are self-taught, but these self-studies are also accumulated in actual combat. There are many rare people in the army, such as Liu Zongmin and Hao Yaoqi in the bandit army. They were born in the market and have never learned anything.
The punches and kicks were all acquired through actual combat during the later expeditions to the north and south.
In a word, actual combat is the only test criterion for the quality of martial arts.
There is no doubt that Chang Yu's actual combat experience is unparalleled. This is one of the main reasons why he can dare to claim to be the best in the imperial city in boxing and kicking, and can defeat Tang Poshan, Zhou Yuji and the fierce generals of the bandit army.
The defeat of these people does not mean that they are weak or that the martial arts of this era is poor, because Chang Yu not only has a lot of actual combat experience, but also has a unique fighting style.
You must know that Chang Yu is a person who has undergone systematic and targeted training. His style of play is very uncomfortable for people of this era, so he can succeed one by one. What's more, Chang Yu also has a tactic that gives them the most headaches, ground combat!
If these people get used to his style of play, although Chang Yu still has a chance of winning, it will be difficult to think so easily!
Of course, Chang Yu's occupation in his previous life was fighting. There is a saying, don't use your hobbies to challenge others' ability to eat.
But then again, the skills of Lian Jiazi these days are not just a hobby, they are also a means of earning a living. After all, the times are troubled and the era of cold weapons is after all.
Therefore, once you get used to Chang Yu's style of play, it will be difficult for Chang Yu to win easily, especially when facing a tough guy like Zhou Yuji, and it is a cross-level fight, not to mention that he has given up on using ground tactics.
The reason why Chang Yu gave up ground tactics and locked horns with Zhou Yuji was very simple. This was not a game to win, but a confrontational training. The stronger the opponent, the faster he could improve his force.
It's just that Zhou Yuji, who was fighting vigorously, may not have realized that he was actually just a sparring partner now.
The two of them rolled around in the woods and fought fiercely for half a stick of incense without winning or losing. Both of them were injured, although the nose was not bruised and the face was swollen, but there was blood.
It wasn't until both parties were exhausted that they stopped, breathing heavily and staring at each other with dissatisfaction still remaining in their eyes.
"Did you lose your temper?" Zhou Yuji was sweating profusely and panting, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"No, no, no." Chang Yu was also out of breath: "General Zhou is older than ours and has such physical strength... In fact, you win!"
Zhou Yuji looked arrogant: "You are still old. If you were ten or eight years younger, hehe, it's hard to say, but the factory supervisor is young and his physical strength has not yet reached its peak. In addition, he has no use for those donkey rolling moves. In the end, he will
I still have self-awareness..."
"Haha, then it's a tie," Chang Yu laughed.
Zhou Yuji also laughed, but suddenly he was startled. He seemed to remember something: "Is the factory supervisor's leg injury healed?"
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