It only took Yang Prison less than half a month to kill Ma Longtu, capture Zhang Xuanyi, and intimidate the northwest Daocheng. These were all events that were extremely unbelievable to ordinary people.
It can clean up the northwest, allocate grain and grass for disaster relief, gather refugees, break up the rebel army, form a new army, promote and dismiss officials, attack the rural gentry and clans, count the land for sub-lease... and other miscellaneous tasks.
Even with the remaining pages of the Book of Life and Death in hand, and with the help of disciples from Wanxiang Mountain, it took nearly two years to straighten things out.
It's just embarrassing.
On the martial arts field in the wind and snow, the sound of punches and kicks piercing the air could be heard in all directions. There were more than a thousand people practicing martial arts here, fighting each other in pairs, and the fighting was fierce.
Yang Yu stood outside the field with his hands behind his back, and Wu Changbai followed closely, reporting on the training of the new army these days, as well as some of the more outstanding basic generals among them.
He is very careful and very excited.
Compared with Fu Gao in the Qingzhou Army, at this moment, he is already the commander-in-chief of 30,000 new troops. Although he does not have the power to appoint and remove important generals, compared with before, there is a huge difference between heaven and earth.
Yang Prison was noncommittal, listening and watching.
The 30,000 new troops, not to mention the hundreds of thousands in the three states of Longyuan, are still smaller than the original garrison in the northwest Daocheng.
But he did not lower the threshold, and even excluded a group of people from time to time to defend the city.
The more than a thousand people in the martial arts field at this moment were naturally the elite among them. Every punch and kick caused a strong wind to sweep away. The people in front of them stamped their feet to exert force, which even made the cold martial arts field shake slightly.
After a long time, there were not many people standing in the martial arts arena, and Yang Yu finally spoke:
"What do you think, General Qin?"
A little further away, Qin Lihu was watching with great interest, but when he heard Yang Yu's question, he couldn't help but sneer:
"With weak hands and weak feet, these new recruits are far behind the elites of the imperial court, the elite cavalry of Longyuan and the Three Prefectures, and even the rebel army of Lord Yan Dong back then!"
"oh?"
Yang Yu glanced at him.
"There are roughly three types of people who have been in the army since ancient times. One is those who come from a family of generals, have been in the army since childhood, practiced martial arts, and read military books thoroughly; the other is those who have been in the army for a long time, at least once or twice exchanged blood, been on the battlefield, and killed people
veteran.
The third is the strong men and farmers who join the army temporarily and have almost no fighting ability..."
Looking at the few people swaying on the martial arts field, Qin Lihu's voice was loud and full of disparagement:
"In the third grade, there are also high and low grades. Those with fists, feet and weapons skills are the first grade. Secondly, those with big muscles and round waists are the middle grade... The group of people you selected can only be said to be the lower grade..."
"Wait a minute?!"
Wu Changbai's face turned blue and he could hardly help but refute.
Yang Yu waved his hand, indicating for him to continue.
"You came to the northwest to attack the powerful nobles, disperse the rebel army, old army, and rank first in the recruitment threshold. You are a kind person with an innocent fortune. This seems to be a good thing, but in fact..."
Qin Lihu shook his head repeatedly:
"Your martial arts skills are naturally extremely impressive, but you know nothing about military training. It's pity for your subordinate Commander Wu..."
Despite Yang Yu's repeated invitations, he reluctantly came over and saw the 30,000 new troops.
He was also somewhat surprised by the military discipline and appearance of this new army.
The overly accurate threshold means that those who join the army are mostly clean-blooded, good-natured men who have never fought or fought with others. There are even many honest and honest men who have never quarreled with others.
Such an army was so obedient that he had never seen before, but it was just obedient...
However, fighting is more than just being obedient. Such a new army has never participated in large-scale killings and even has only a few thousand new warriors.
To fight against the Shence Army led by Emperor Qianheng himself, as well as the elites from Ding'an and Longyuan who had participated in the Battle of Liujishan...
This is simply nonsense.
"Really, I'm inferior?"
Wu Changbai was furious, but Yang Yu looked normal and asked calmly:
"Is there any legal reform?"
"The army, in the final analysis, is a machine of violence, and force is the top priority, not to mention the Shence Army that the imperial court has devoted its efforts to cultivate, and the Xuanjia Jingqi of King Zhao of the West.
Even for Fang Zhenghao's Baizhou Jingqi, the threshold for joining the army is to change blood. If he is a general, he must at least be as energetic as an ox and as strong as a tiger.
There is no shortage of commanders who are as powerful as dragons and even have great blood exchanges to command various ministries. You..."
Qin Lihu sighed:
"Don't say that I have received great favor from the imperial court and will not be a thief. Even if I don't have this level, why would I sacrifice my life for you when I know that I will die? In fact..."
'I came here this time because you have helped the victims, gathered the refugees, and appeased the people in the past two years...'
He never said the second half of the sentence, but he didn't want to stay here anymore, so he casually handed over his hands and turned to leave.
"In this case, we might as well make a bet."
Hearing the voice coming from behind, Qin Lihu turned around in surprise, but he was somewhat interested:
"how?"
"The Wanlong Road is far to the northwest, with thousands of mountains and rivers. Even if Emperor Qianheng holds a rare treasure and the divine strategy army is invincible, it will be beyond his reach in a short period of time..."
Looking at this natural warrior who was born with martial arts skills, Yang Yu slowly spoke:
"I will spend a year making a bet with the general."
"What to bet on?"
Qin Lihu frowned.
"Within one year, I will have 30,000 new troops, 20,000 defenders, and 10,000 patrol troops, a total of 60,000 people. Everyone will be replaced four times, and the blood will be as strong as an ox!"
"impossible!"
Not to mention Qin Lihu, even Wu Changbai was shocked. The first thought that came to his mind was that it was impossible.
Four blood transfusions within a year is naturally not uncommon, but that is among hundreds of millions of warriors in the entire world.
In fact, in the northwestern Daocheng, there may not be only one, two, or sixty thousand geniuses who change their blood four times a year...
Yang Yu didn't panic, he just smiled:
"Whether it works or not, it's up to me, and whether I want to gamble or not, it's up to you."
"Where's the bet?"
Qin Lihu could calm down.
"If I lose, I will give you your freedom, and give you a thousand taels of gold, a hundred-forged magic weapon, two pills of Ren Yuan Dan, and a magic skill..."
Yang Prison made a bet.
"You are actually so sure?"
Qin Lihu was a little surprised, and his heart was actually beating a little, but after thinking about it, he still accepted the difficulty of these 60,000 people with energy and blood as strong as cattle:
"Okay, I'll make a bet with you!"
He agreed decisively, but afterward, looking at Yang Yu's half-smiling expression, he murmured a little.
"General, if you don't ask, what if you lose?"
"I only have one life. If you lose, my life will be yours!"
Qin Lihu sneered, laughed and turned around to leave:
"In the few days before the New Year, I will give you a few more days. After the New Year next year, if you can do it, what if I work hard for you?"
Before he finished speaking, he was already far away.
"This this……"
Wu Changbai's scalp was numb. He had no idea what the significance of Yang Yu's move was, let alone the possibility of it being accomplished.
Sixty thousand people!
When practicing martial arts, you should pay attention to your own talent and foundation, followed by the accumulation of resources and the guidance of experts.
Even if there is no shortage of elixirs, can all of these 60,000 people be geniuses?!
Besides, I can’t give you any advice...
"Go and deliver these medicines to Qin Lihu's residence for me. If he refuses, just say that this is one of the bets. If he is sure to win, there is no need to refuse.
If he doesn't dare to accept it, then even if he admits defeat in advance..."
Passing the prepared elixir to Wu Changbai, who was stunned, Yang Yu gave instructions calmly.
"Sir, why do you value that old man so much..."
Wu Changbai really couldn't figure it out.
There are actually grandmasters in the northwest city, but Yang Yu is the only one who values this person so much...
"In the future, you will naturally know."
Yang Prison just waved his hand.
Along the northwest, the territory is vaster than Longyuan, and there are quite a few talents among them, probably none compared to Qin Lihu.
This old guy who had never broken through to the Martial Saint in the book of life and death was a strong man who was able to raise the remaining soldiers, expel the aliens, and restore the two realms in the difficult situation of the fall of all realms.
In contrast, although Wu Changbai's destiny was noble, he was awarded the title of prince by virtue of his "switch to face the enemy"...
Wu Changbai had no choice but to catch up in a hurry.
As for Yang Prison, after the martial arts performance was over, he met with the victorious captains one by one and rewarded them with many goods, mainly elixirs and food.
Afterwards, he left the military camp and, led by several Wanxiang Mountain disciples, arrived in front of a secret mansion behind the palace.
Here, there is an extremely strong smell of sulfur and gunpowder smoke. Even if such a heavy wind and snow blow for many days, it will not dissipate.
From time to time, there is the sound of furnace frying.
This place is called the 'Alchemy Building House' and is where the alchemist privately recruited by the Northwest King is located.
The Ming Dynasty banned elixirs, but since ancient times, the more banned, the more people would do it. In the past four hundred years, except for the decades when Taizu Zhang Yuanzhu was in power, most of the time, it could not be completely banned.
of.
The Liansheng Sect, the major sects in the martial arts world, and many aristocratic families secretly recruit alchemists to make alchemy.
Zhang Xuanyi is just one of them.
He has over ten thousand descendants, so many that they can bear the blame...
"Little uncle..."
The door opened and Qi Wensheng walked out, bowed and reported the progress:
"Your prescription, after a slight improvement, is indeed a good elixir. It has been refined for thirteen times now, but it is really far from what you want..."
As he said this, Qi Wensheng smiled bitterly.
Henry Zhang had accumulated over many years. There were indeed many alchemists in this egg-raising building, but they were only refining elixirs for the Northwest Palace. The use of medicine for 60,000 people was simply outrageous...
"There's still one year left. If you hurry up, you should be able to catch up..."
Yang Yu responded casually and took the elixir handed over by Qi Wensheng.
【XiaoXiaodan】
[One white and one gray]
[Nourishing qi and strengthening blood (white), blood and qi flowing backward (gray)]
All things have a destiny.
After Tongyou broke through to the second level, he saw more, beyond ordinary things, and his fate could be seen in almost everything.
In these days, Yang Yu has been searching for elixirs that are 'simple to refine', 'common materials' and 'have a high elixir-making rate', but to no avail.
Until one day when he entered the Cauldron of Gluttony, he suddenly saw that when he followed Wang Wu to suppress the bandits, he obtained a 'prescription' from a cottage.
This elixir comes from a strange man who was unable to succeed in farming, business, writing, or martial arts, and then turned to study medicine.
He still remembered that this strange man's name was 'Xu Yixiao'...
He still doesn't know whether this strange man made a breakthrough or died in a foreign land after taking the medicine he wrote.
But after trying it out, he actually developed a 'good quality and low price' elixir that perfectly meets his needs...
"call!"
Holding the pill, Yang Yu seemed to be looking at it carefully, but in fact, his mind was already lost in the Cauldron of Gluttony.
In the dark cauldron, the purple-gold gourd fell to the ground, and a huge amount of gray-white fortunes flickered and intertwined in the gourd. These were the low-level fortunes he had collected these days.
"Destinies merge!"
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