Next to the soldiers training goose-stepping, countless figures were entangled in the quagmire. Many of these soldiers who had taken off their armor were simply shirtless and slapping each other, punching and kicking directly towards each other's flesh.
I said hello, but it hurt just to look at it.
"Who else?!" A soldier yelled, throwing his opponent to the ground and knocking his chest hard. Several other soldiers who also defeated the opponent did not hesitate to push him up from all directions.
The soldier did not panic, and hooked his hands towards the soldiers on the other side. Several of them roared at the same time and fought together.
"Hard, what are you doing, tickling each other?!" A general stood by the quagmire and said loudly. He was also covered in mud, and being able to stand out in the quagmire was enough for him to prove his ability.
Become a general - a general who can lead these soldiers who are more fierce than the last.
Being able to lead the best of these elites means that no matter how many leaders there are, a general will not change his command. It is good to be in a high position, but if your subordinates are just a group of stragglers, even being in a high position will mean nothing.
Because it means that it is difficult for this general to achieve higher achievements, and even generals with a lower official rank than him can still ignore him as long as his troops are stronger than this general.
Everyone knows this simple and easy-to-understand truth, so I would rather be the tail of the phoenix than the head.
Beside the quagmire, a group of three soldiers were crawling forward. When they crossed a patch of grass, with a wave of the leading soldier's hand, the three men suddenly stood up and charged forward like an arrow from a string, just in front of the grass.
There were several scarecrows not far away, and the three men drew their weapons at the same time.
The light of the knife flashed, and the blade struck at different locations on the scarecrow!
The whole scarecrow trembled violently, and was immediately split in half by the blade. The three soldiers did not hesitate at all, and then spread out again and pounced on the next scarecrow.
"Quick!" A warrior leader simply tore off his shirt, and the rainwater flowed down the angular muscles on his chest, and the warrior leader's voice was much louder than the sound of the wind and rain, "You three are dawdling.
What? Didn’t you see that the other groups have already rushed dozens of feet ahead of you? Hurry up!"
"Come on, fight!" several soldiers shouted at the same time, running forward desperately, but they did not pay attention to their feet, and fell into the muddy pit one after another.
"Idiot, waste!" The battle leader's scolding almost followed him. "You are not as strong as others, and your eyesight is not even good. How can you not see such a big trap?! If we are on the battlefield, the three of you will stay here.
Bar!"
The soldiers' eyes were red and they struggled to crawl out of the mud. They didn't care about the rain soaking every inch of their skin, let alone their faces and bodies covered with mud spots. They ran forward one by one desperately.
When several soldiers who were left behind saw the people at the back catching up, they hurriedly quickened their pace.
"Plop!" came a sound, and a soldier stepped on the air and fell to his knees directly. Two of his companions wanted to continue to rush forward, but just after taking a few steps, they realized something and turned around to push themselves back.
Helped by his companions, the three of them staggered forward.
"Let's go, let's go!" The two people shared the weight of their companions on their bodies.
"Is it nothing serious?" Several more soldiers came over and asked with concern.
"Let's go!" Without waiting for a reply, the soldiers reached out to support their injured companion.
One figure after another rushed out of the wind and rain, and one figure after another guarded the crowd that was slowly moving forward. And soon the people at the front stopped.
A person they were familiar with appeared in their eyes. Li Xinchen was still dressed in all clothes and was meticulous. The wind and rain also soaked all his clothes and armor. Looking at these panting soldiers, Li Xinchen nodded slightly: "Help the man down."
Several personal guards rushed out and carried the person away, while Li Xingchen turned aside and said, "The injured brother will be taken care of by someone. You continue!"
"Come on!" several of the soldiers leading the team shouted, rushing past Li Xingchen quickly.
One after another, the figures moved forward desperately and disappeared from Li Xinchen's sight again.
Li Xingchen silently stared at the backs of these young men. These young men were tenacious and united. Just now they showed enough admiration for Li Xingchen not to give up. This spirit is exactly what Li Xingchen wanted to hone, and although these soldiers had just met, they had not given up.
It didn't take long for this kind of spirit to be displayed in a very gratifying way.
They are all strong boys with malleable talents.
He took them to Jiankang Mansion and other Jedi. It was a bit unbearable to think about it, but good steel was used on the blade. It was the most powerful force under his hands. Naturally, he should use it to chop the heaviest weapons.
dark!
The wind and rain have never stopped, and the training is still going on!
In the quagmire and on the school field, the eight hundred soldiers tried their best to bring out the potential in their bodies. They didn't know what kind of danger they would face, but they could tell from the solemn look on their leader's face that there would definitely be too many dangers in the future.
There are so many difficulties and challenges, and what they have to do now is to improve their strength and make any difficulties vulnerable to them!
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"Li Shizhong is training troops in Bajun at this time, and he seems to be sharpening his guns before the battle." Zhou Que slowly put down the military newspaper in his hand and couldn't help but whisper. Now Bashu is at least nominally a part of Nanchen, so it still maintains
With the basic exchanges, and the fact that Li Xingchen did not deliberately stop the military training, the news soon spread to Jiangling Mansion.
"Sharpening the gun before the battle..." Xiao Mohe sighed softly. The situation of the battle in Xiangyang is not yet clear, and Li Xingchen hastened the training of troops, which made Xiao Mohe feel a little pressure. To be honest, if Xiao Mohe was allowed to
If given the choice, he would rather face Yu Chijun than face Li Xingchen.
Presumably Zhou Que and everyone in the East Palace in Jiankang Mansion also have similar thoughts.
No one knows what this guy Li Xingchen wants to do. It’s really hard to guess what this guy is thinking. You can only come up with contingency plans based on how he wants to take this step. And this means that everyone will always just
Can be passive.
Now that Li Xingchen was suddenly training troops in Bajun, everyone knew who he was targeting. But all Xiao Mohe could do was wait and see.
"The number of soldiers training this time is not large. It should be mainly to prevent changes in the capital," Xiao Mohe said carefully, "but we have to be more vigilant."
Zhou Que just wanted to roll his eyes when he heard this. Everyone else is qualified to say to be more vigilant, but it seems that you, Xiao Mohe, are still a little behind.