In the early morning, Xu Cihang's voice echoed through the entire Fengrui Battalion: "Come here! Come here! Get up! I'll hit you dozens of times with my baton, but the ten soldiers can't come over!"
The people who had just entered the military camp didn't pay any attention to this. They were all death row prisoners and were naturally rebellious and unscrupulous, so they paid no attention to it.
"Ten...nine...eight...seven...six...one!"
Xu Cihang's voice sounded, and then he rushed into each tent, threw them out of the tent one by one, and then started beating them with a military stick.
These people all had their acupuncture points sealed, their backs were heavily beaten with military sticks, their skin and flesh were torn, and they lay on the ground on the school martial arts field.
Fan Yang held his sleeves and watched the fun with a smile. Chu Li also stood aside and looked at these people, trying to find a few better ones who could be trained and could come in handy at critical moments.
Xu Cihang used the stick ten times, splitting the skin and flesh and untying their acupuncture points, but they were unable to get up and lay on the ground groaning.
"What do you call it?" Xu Cihang said with a gloomy face, waving his stick and beating him while yelling: "You scream like a bitch, are you men? You will be like this after a few beatings. In the future, you will be chopped by a knife on the battlefield.
Yes, I was stabbed by a gun. You all know that this is a piece of cake. Shut up. If anyone calls me again, I will slap you with ten more sticks!"
The moaning suddenly disappeared, and everyone shut their mouths tightly.
There was only a muffled "bang bang" sound in the field, which was the sound of a stick being hit on the back.
After Xu Cihang finished beating each one, he hummed with a sullen face: "This is the lightest punishment. Tomorrow, if there are twenty soldiers who can't get through within five seconds after I finish shouting, I would rather beat you to death here than let them go."
You will die on the battlefield!"
Everyone was awestruck.
Chu Li turned around and returned to the tent. Fan Yang comforted everyone with a smile, saying that everything was for their own good. Without strict military discipline and adequate training, he would definitely die on the battlefield.
It is better to suffer a little, be hurt a little, and bleed a little here than to die on the battlefield.
After a combination of hard and soft tactics, these twenty prisoners on death row could only endure it to avoid being slapped with military sticks again, even if they were resentful.
Starting from the second day, Chu Li asked Fan Yang to set up twenty wooden stakes in the school martial arts field. Each wooden stake was about a person's height and thick enough for his legs to step on. Then he asked everyone to stand on the sticks and start walking around the stakes.
Everyone should walk at the same time. As soon as the previous person leaves, the next person will step up. If one person walks slowly and then later, or if one person walks quickly and then quickly, it will be a series of mistakes, and they will fall into one piece.
Fan Yang and Xu Cihang were holding whips at the side. If anyone made a mistake, the whip would tear open the skin and flesh.
Chu Li was sitting in the tent practicing.
After his meridians and Dantian were expanded and strengthened, his cultivation skyrocketed, and it took time to slowly adapt. Moreover, he was also observing Yang Ping's thoughts, knowing his thoughts well, and was always paying attention to the battlefield situation.
Yang Ping's move hit Chu Li's vital point. Without credit, he would not be able to get out of Fengrui Camp, cannot leave Ying Yangjun, and cannot return to Guangming Holy Cult.
Once this war is over, he will have no chance to make meritorious deeds.
What's more, the next opportunity to make a meritorious deed is likely to be a war against Da Ji.
He doesn't have much sense of belonging to Daji. After all, he has been growing up in Qiuye Temple, and he has no good feelings for Prince An or the Emperor. Everything he does is for the Duke's Mansion.
Once Da Ji's country is destroyed, it will be difficult for the Duke's government to survive, and once he succeeds in seizing the direct descendants in the future, Da Ji will no longer be an outsider.
He didn't believe that Yang Ping could keep suppressing him. The Daqiu Cavalry was not a vegetarian. The reason Dali had the upper hand now was because Cheng Lin and Chengsen arranged a large formation to block the Daqiu Cavalry.
However, the talent in the Great Autumn period is at its peak, and there must be masters of formations. Once this formation is broken, it will be the most intense time. Once all the Yingyang Army is dispatched, how can the Fengrui Battalion remain idle?
So he was not in a hurry. He had to train these twenty people first. Once they entered the battlefield, they could be used as a surprise force. If he wanted to make a big enough contribution, he needed their assistance.
With this thought, he came up with a formation and asked Xu Cihang and Fan Yang to train them. He sat in the tent and meditated on the Ksitigarbha Wheel Sutra.
The last time I realized the Ksitigarbha Sutra in the Yin-Yang Cave, I greatly improved my realm. However, the Yin-Yang Cave was too busy. I need to calm down and sort it out slowly to truly transform these insights into something imprinted on my mind.
The atmosphere in the Yingyang Army camp suddenly became tense.
Chu Li was already sitting with Yang Ping and saw that the formation outside Luoqiu City had been broken, and the Daqiu Iron Cavalry was approaching the city and was planning to attack the city.
The great strength of Daqiu's cavalry is not only in the wild, but also very skillful in siege. People in Luoqiu City are not optimistic in their hearts. They feel that if they cannot stop Daqiu's cavalry, Luoqiu City will fall sooner or later.
Zhang Fengping lay on the bed, panting hard, and his face turned pale from the pain.
He is slender and handsome. He is twenty-three years old. He is naturally perfect and is a rare master in the martial arts world. Because his sister was killed by the third young master of the Ma family in the city, he killed the third young master and was caught and became a death row prisoner.
His sister had been dependent on him since she was a child. When her sister died, he was helpless. He not only killed Master Ma San, but also planned to kill all the Ma family members.
But the Ma family had experts protecting them, but they were defeated and thrown into prison. They were almost executed. Three days before the execution, they were sent to Fengrui Camp to save their lives.
He didn't feel happy at all, he just thought about going to the battlefield in the future, killing a few Daqiu cavalry for fun, and dying happily.
Lying on the other bed was a young man named Huang Hu. He was tall and thin, with a lot of acne on his face. His eyes were bright and he was full of energy.
Zhang Fengping was whipped three times, and Huang Hu was whipped five times, grinning in pain.
"What kind of practice is this!" Huang Hu sighed: "If you keep going like this, you will be beaten to pieces!"
The old injury on his back has not healed, and a new injury has appeared, leaving his flesh and blood bloody. He has developed a prone posture when sleeping and cannot change it.
Zhang Fengping lay quietly and said nothing.
Huang Hu said: "Lao Zhang, how long do you think we can live?"
"I can't live more than a year." Zhang Feng said calmly.
Huang Hu sighed: "Yes, we will die if we send him there. If we can make some meritorious deeds before we die, we can earn something for our family."
When he first developed his martial arts skills, he was put on death row because he robbed the rich and gave to the poor. He robbed the rich of a large family and gave to his own poor.
He learned martial arts and went down the mountain. When he came home and saw how poor his family was, he couldn't help but take action.
As a result, he underestimated the nursing home in that house, killed two of them, and was restrained and thrown into prison. He was waiting to be cut in half, but he was sent here.
"Alas..., life is worse than death, it is better to be executed directly!" Huang Hu shook his head and sighed: "It's too much!"
"It's just a dozen whips and ten army sticks!" Zhang Feng said calmly.
Huang Hu said: "Old Zhang, I am afraid of pain the most. I would rather have a knife on my neck than suffer like this. I walk on that pile all day long. I walk on it in my dreams at night. I am exhausted!"
Zhang Fengping said: "My little arms can't twist my thighs."
"I heard that Mr. Zhao did it." Huang Hu leaned his head over and lowered his voice: "It is said that Mr. Zhao has a great background."
"Disciples of the Guangming Holy Cult." Zhang Feng said calmly.
Huang Hu took a breath of air: "The Holy Sect of Light!"
"We are using a formation, a military formation." Zhang Fengping said: "It can indeed save lives."
"Can it really save your life?" Huang Hu curled his lips: "It's like a donkey pulling a mill, can it work?" (To be continued.)