Since the day of the fight, Xiang Tiancheng entered the recruiting yamen alone, and like hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the north, he became the most basic infantry light army of the Qinguan army, when the war was urgent, there was no time to train the new army in the camp, so he could only give the recruits a set of armor and a unique tiger head knife of the Qin Guan army to fight, life and death have to be left to fate, and the burly man who is bold and careful and knows a trick and a half can naturally have more chances to survive, like this kind of pampered rich son is mostly in vain.

When he joined the army, the recruiting officer couldn't help but ask a few more times when he saw Xiang Tiancheng's brocade clothes, and made sure that he really wanted to join the army before he filled in the name of the army, but in their opinion, this brocade boy was a rich man with a bad brain, most likely to turn into a handful of loess outside the Tianmen Pass and be blown away by the cold wind, but he couldn't stand the consent of others, and after signing and drawing, he sent the barracks, and the Qinguan military camp tent was lived by twenty people.

For the first time, Xiang Tiancheng felt the solemn spirit on the battlefield, the blood outside the Tianmen Pass was not dry, and the wolf smoke was full of eyes, and the northern soldiers all over the mountains were pressed in black, except for the whistling sound of the cold wind, there was only the neighing of the heavy horse, a horn sounded, the military drums behind him were pounding, and the tiger head knife in the hands of tens of thousands of soldiers stood to the sun, and the shouting and killing sound of the sky made Xiang Tiancheng's heart tremble, and he stabilized his mind tightly, and the ancient sword given by Mr. Bai Seng followed many soldiers to rush and kill together, and killed more than ten soldiers in the north in the first battle.

After returning to the camp, there are three soldiers in the same tent who died tragically on the battlefield, and being a soldier in troubled times is to pin their heads to their waists and eat with their lives, even if the soldiers of this camp tent do not come back one day, it is not unusual, there are a few tearful and shallow sentimental men who looked at the relics of the robe and secretly took a handful of bitter tears, and the reckless ones took advantage of the fact that they were still alive to talk and make trouble, saying more than one sentence, don't die on the battlefield when the time comes, and there is a stomach that has not said so much damn loss.

When laughing, some old soldiers asked Xiang Tiancheng some teasing questions, most of which were whether he peed his pants or not, cut off a few heads or something, Xiang Tiancheng was born honest, not as flamboyant as Liu Yuanshan, and not as clever as Chen Changge, and said casually that he couldn't remember clearly, which made a tent of soldiers laugh, and was named a reputation by everyone for bragging about the cowhide, and only a young soldier of the same age was willing to believe it.

To tell the truth, Xiang Tiancheng forgot how much blood was stained on the sword, when he was drowned in the middle of the crowd, he only knew how to dodge and slash as a signal, how could he have the heart to remember how many people he killed, Xiang Tiancheng, who had a blank mind after Ming Jin withdrew his troops, followed the crowd for more than half an hour before he recovered from the fight, and then there were several battles, Xiang Tiancheng completely adapted to the life in the barracks, and the original soft and slow voice gradually turned into a thick voice, and he would not subconsciously blush when he heard some serious meat jokes.

Xiang Tiancheng is becoming more and more familiar with the long sword in his hand, these few battles have probably killed forty or fifty enemy soldiers, these years have been somewhat rooted according to the words of the master Tan Chengqing, he can barely touch the standard of the seventh-order martial artist, plus most of the skills taught by the master in the past few years are the fighting moves honed by the master when he was in the army, the master is worthy of being a man who fought on the battlefield, these ruthless moves are really fierce, much stronger than the fancy skills learned in the martial arts hall, these days Xiang Tiancheng is slowly integrating into the military, and in his spare time at night, he flipped through the ancient books given by Mr. Bai Seng, although there are some words in the book that I don't understand very well, but repeatedly smacking a few times can produce a shallow fur.

I lived in the army for a month, and I could always dream of mixing with Chen Changge and Liu Yuanshan two friends in Xiongzhou City in my sleep, and I dreamed that the three of them drank and got drunk and made a big fuss in the Warm Song Pavilion, and I dreamed that the three of them learned to go to the Flower Street and Willow Lane to get drunk, and I dreamed of the sloppy Zen master in the broken temple and the rare transparent literati Mr. Bai Seng in the world, but the most I dreamed of was my sister and elderly father who died tragically when I was young.

When I dreamed of my father at home, no matter how deep he slept Xiang Tiancheng could always wake up leisurely, wipe away the tears on his face when he was asleep, and secretly complained that he was too ignorant, and he was always looking for an opportunity to send a letter to his family these days, but everything was inconvenient when he was drunk in the war.

After another three or five days, I don't know where a middle-aged man in sackcloth came from nowhere and arrived in this ordinary camp with the Qianwei officer in charge of the first battalion, and took Xiang Tiancheng away by name.

Xiang Tiancheng followed the two all the way to the military and political yamen, the middle-aged man in sackcloth carrying an ancient sword wrapped in a white cloth did not know what kind of noble identity it was, and the Qianwei officer in charge of the first battalion was extremely respectful to him, bending down and bowing his head without the slightest backbone of a military man, even so, the middle-aged man still didn't pay attention at all, and walked in the front with his eyes slightly closed.

The military and political yamen rummaged through the name, and found out the name filled in by Xiang Tiancheng when he joined the army in many recruitment forms, and stamped the big seal of the government after brushing a little bit with a fine brush, just like that, Xiang Tiancheng inexplicably hung up a military merit of killing 30 enemies, and the recruits were specially rewarded and promoted to the post of guard, in charge of a fire.

After a rough estimate of the number of people, thirty heads should be fine, but even Xiang Tiancheng himself has a vague memory, how did the officers of the military and political yamen know about it? After being promoted to the guard, Xiang Tiancheng was taken to the Qinguan military exercise ground, where an officer who specialized in assessing combat effectiveness tested the newly promoted guard, and he was torn off with 100 moves and given an elite title.

Originally, if the people in the rivers and lakes will take the initiative to explain their martial arts when they come to join the army, and then the officers will evaluate and divide the positions according to the level of the martial artists.

In the Qinguan army, the rank of soldiers is strict, divided into ordinary soldiers, of which ten soldiers are a fire, the leader is called the guard or the head of the fire is responsible for the practice and patrol of this fire man on weekdays, the five fires are a team, the leader is called the executive in charge of the five fires, the two teams are a sentry, and the sentry officer is in charge of the two teams of a total of 100 people, and the ten sentry is a battalion, so he is in charge of a thousand guards.

From the army to the level of Qianwei to have the face to say to the family is in the quality of the generals, from the army to this can be regarded as standing out in the barracks, but also the watershed of soldiers and generals, thousands of guards below almost all rely on the reckless righteousness of the promotion, with your battlefield to kill the enemy's bravery, cut off the enemy's head more, you can be reused and promoted to a guard, the same is basically true for the commander and the sentry, as long as there is a little fierce martial arts, there is a heart of loyalty and courage not afraid of death in addition to a little good luck can be almost competent, if you are unlucky to die on the battlefield, you are a general is not fucking useless。

But Qianwei above is not a sentence of courage and good fighting can be competent, from the Qianwei officer can roughly understand some military tricks and some convincing prestige, in order to have the opportunity to be promoted to the fifth grade, become a military camp officer, said that he is also a fucking lieutenant general, and do some face-showing work with the captain's subordinates to make plans and lead the army to fight.

But if you want to be promoted again, you have to have some great ability, above the school officer is the fourth-grade captain, and you can boast that you are a general in charge of a regiment of soldiers, then you are too damn majestic, a regiment is full of 10,000 soldiers, but it is extremely difficult to rise to this step, and it is such a powerful person to be able to command 10,000 people to rush and kill.

The remaining three products are unified with the second rank of the protector army are the supreme glory that they dare not think, that must be a civil and military general to be expected to obtain glory, known as the god of war in the north of the Qin general to achieve the second grade of the guard, the number of hussar generals, the highest glory of the military is the generalissimo of the dynasty, the generalissimo of the soldiers and horses, can be called a first-class military candidate, but this kind of glorious official position has been hung empty for thirteen years, and no one enjoys the second honor.

In a study next to the martial arts arena, Qin Xiong, who had a pale face, sat in the public case, and the Yin Rakshasa Shen Anzhi assassinated in the middle of the night, and the moves were all ruthless moves that took the door directly, if it weren't for Qin Xiong blocking the flying dagger with a broadsword that night, I am afraid that the bridge would have gone back and forth a few times now.

On that day, at the cost of the master's personal broadsword and a Burning Sky Sword Talisman, he was not killed on the spot, but he was also angry, and his life was in danger, and the tendons and veins of Qin Xiong's right hand were broken, and Gang Jin rushed straight into the sea of qi along the meridians.

Fang Bo, a military advisor from the Sacred Heart Valley of the Qianyuan Medical Sect, often used secret medicine to protect Qin Xiong's heart and veins to pick up a life, although he survived, he was seriously injured and had no one in the city to treat, and he was unconscious all day long and could only barely maintain his life.

Zhang Wuhui continued the pulse of Qin Xiong with his true strength, and it took another three or five days to get a little better, and he had a little weak consciousness, which was considered to be a life in the hands of the Yin Rakshasa by fate, and now he was bedridden for more than 40 days before he was injured and raised for five or six points, I heard that the army has been restless in recent days, and the contradictions between the soldiers of Qin Guan and the Yasukuni Army have become increasingly intense, so he forcibly got out of bed with his sick body, and the soldiers of the army were confiscated in the school field.

Before returning home to recuperate, the master Zhang Wuhui let himself come to the martial arts arena to wait, and ordered Fang Bochang to hand-pick a recruit from Xiongzhou to be promoted to the guard, Fang Bochang naturally knew that the weight of this withered man obeyed the order, although the recruit had some martial arts foundation, but after all, the war had not disappeared, and it was a little unreasonable to reward him at this time, and the teacher's order was difficult for Qin Xiong to do so, and he was in this study with the master Zhang Wuhui, watching the young man perform martial arts outside the window.

Zhang Wuhui, who was sitting with his hands down, naturally understood the apprentice's embarrassment, and asked slowly, "Do you know the sword in the young man's hand?"

Qin Xiong looked at the simple long sword in the hand of the heroic young man, pondered for a while, and after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't think of this sword, and shook his head and said I don't know.

Seeing this, the withered man Zhang Wuhui couldn't help but chuckle, looked at the simple long sword through the window, thought in a daze, and muttered: "The elm brain that made the horse's hooves stupid." ”