"Kill, kill, kill"

"You all remember that on the battlefield it has always been the strong who live, the weak die, if you don't kill others, others will kill you, if you don't want to die, you have to become stronger, give me training, kill me. ”

"You, what are you doing, give me practice quickly, give me all the strength. ”

Zuo Mengqi didn't know how many times he had repeated such words, and he probably couldn't remember it, but since the first day he stepped here, he had been repeating the same words constantly.

Should I be glad or sad? Glad that I survived this natural disaster**, unfortunately I lost my freedom early, and I can only spend every day quietly in this dark underground.

"Yunlong, do you think I should be happy or not?" Meng Qi touched his family heirloom sword and muttered to himself.

Yunlong is a family heirloom baby that has been passed down from his old Zuo family for four generations, and since his wife and grandfather, this sword has accompanied the Zuo family. Back then, his wife and grandfather relied on this sword and his own original sword technique in the clouds to walk alone in the martial arts, but now in his own generation, not only did he not carry forward the sword technique in the clouds, but as the patriarch, he didn't even take care of his own clansmen, and the decline of the family and natural disasters had to leave his hometown with his own clansmen, Meng Qi still remembered that three years ago, if it weren't for the current master, he and his clansmen would have turned into dust, but didn't the trajectory of his and his clan's life have changed from that day?

It was the master who took himself and his people away from the threat of starvation and death, but he also gave his life to that man, and people said that when the heroes saw each other for the first time, they would have a feeling of meeting each other, and Meng Qi and the master were not like this? When he showed the swordsmanship in the clouds of the old ancestor who was alone in the martial arts in front of the master, the master had already decided to hand over the heavy responsibility to himself.

And what about himself, when he heard the ambition of his master, he felt that Maxima had met Bole. Isn't he infected by his master's deep ambition, and he feels that one day he will definitely carry forward the sword technique in the clouds.

In Meng Qi's heart, nothing is more important than the glory of revitalizing the family. Even at the cost of their own lives.

"Meng Qi, it's hard work. When Zuo Mengqi was still in a daze, a pair of big hands gently slapped on his shoulders.

Looking back, isn't this the master he was loyal to?

"Meng Qi, what are you doing, get up. As he spoke, he hurriedly used his hand to help.

"Didn't I say that we are brothers, not master and servant, there is no need for this, it's been three years, and you can't change it like this. Next time, if you're still like this, my big brother won't be happy. ”

"Yes, it's the little brother who forgot about it, next time the little brother won't do it again, hehe, big brother. Zuo Mengqi touched the back of his head and smirked.

"How have the brothers been training lately, and how have they been suffering? Wang Feng pointed to the brothers who were training.

Although Wang Feng regards himself as a brother, Zuo Mengqi still pays attention to his identity to some extent, people don't care but he has to pay attention, this is what he has understood since he was a child, sometimes people don't be too sincere, so how much in the footsteps, Meng Qi deliberately pulled down Wang Feng's shoulder to show his respect for Wang Feng's eldest brother.

How can Wang Feng not see this action, his brother is too rigid, too rigid in those rules and regulations, although the Ming Dynasty is strictly hierarchical, but he, a modern person, does not pay attention to those vanity, in his heart he really regards Meng Qi as a brother, alas, he doesn't care about him. This little brother has been talking about it for three years, but he still can't change it.

So when he saw Meng Qi deliberately pulling down a little, Wang Feng also deliberately pretended not to say anything. What I care about most now is how well my subordinates are training.

In addition to the need for population and money, the most important thing is to need an army, a brave man who dares to fight and kill, and only a hundred elite soldiers can ensure their interests in troubled times.

Wang Feng, who is familiar with the history of the Ming Dynasty, has known since he was a child that the elite soldiers at the end of the Ming Dynasty both admired and envied, what Guanning Iron Cavalry, White Pole Soldiers, Eight Banners, now God has given him a chance, how can he not build an elite army like them if he has money? Since he met Meng Qi for the first time, he felt that he was one step closer to the dream of building elite soldiers.

So three years ago, he secretly selected 500 strong people from all over the country to build such an underground training place, although the 500 people selected by this cup may have lost their freedom in life, but they gave them a lot of compensation, the best food, the best use, and the most money given by the family every month, all for their worries, so that they can be loyal to serve themselves.

Black armor, black helmet and black mask This is the standard armor that Wang Feng created for them, you must know that at the end of the Ming Dynasty, the weapon armor was unusually strict, in order to meet the armor needs of these five hundred people, Wang Feng used a large number of relationships and money to build, the streamlined armor is worn on the body is abnormally slim, and at the same time, in order to reduce the weight of wearing it and to ensure the safety on the battlefield, these armors are all made of fine iron, so they are not so heavy to wear, and they can be worn during training.

The style of the sword, Wang Feng imitated the form of the Tang Dynasty Mo knife, in addition to the sharp head of the sword, the two edges of the sword took the form of a knife, and added a blade, so that ordinary people dodge the tip of the sword but it is difficult to dodge the blade. It can be said that Wang Feng has put too much thought into this army.

"Take off your masks, brethren, so that I can see you. Standing on the high platform, Wang Feng shouted to the five hundred brothers below who only showed their two eyes.

With a bang, five hundred people raised their proud heads, revealing their trained faces, and looked up at the man who had given him life. That kind of gaze can only be found with true faithfulness and gratitude.

"Brothers, what I want to tell you most is that the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road. When the narrow road meets, the brave wins. ”

"The brave wins when they meet on the narrow road, and the brave wins when they meet on the narrow road. The brothers below all opened their voices and shouted.

Wang Feng waved his hand to signal them to stop, "Today I want to give you a name that is Yunzhong Camp, and you will all be from Yunzhong Camp in the future." After speaking, he glanced at Zuo Mengqi who was beside him.

"Camp in the clouds, camp in the clouds, camp in the clouds, hooray, hooray. The frenzied all raised their swords and shouted.