At this time, Gao Ying's voice came from outside the camp tent, it turned out that Gao Tai returned from Du Bo surnamed Wu, and after entering the camp tent, Gao Cheng saw that he had an extra piece of waist card and a leather armor in his hand.

"Wu Dubo originally had more than 100 soldiers under his command, but a few days ago he and the officers and soldiers suffered heavy casualties, and now they don't even have the commander and the commander of the army! I am preparing to recruit soldiers among the displaced people in the big battalion, but I only have the name of the commander in my hand now, and the soldiers under his command have to recruit by themselves!"

Gao Tai said with a frown, his face a little unsightly. He continued: "But Wu Dubo promised that as long as I recruited soldiers, he would give me twenty spears, a longbow and two shields!"

He originally thought that after becoming the chief, he would have the ability to protect Gao Cheng and Gao Ying, who would have thought that this would happen.

Gao Cheng didn't have the slightest dissatisfaction on his face when he heard this, but laughed.

He said: "Uncle Gao, this is a good opportunity! As long as we have weapons and grain and grass in our hands, we can recruit dozens of strong men in the camp at will, and these people are our henchmen who are well trained, and only obey our orders." When they have the opportunity to leave the Yellow Turban Army, these people can still be used as domestic generals. How can we refuse such a good thing?"

Gao Tai thought about it, and immediately smiled: "It's still the son who is thoughtful, it's because I think badly!"

"By the way, what about the pilgrimage that Wu Dubo promised?" asked Gao Cheng.

Compared to this exercise, instruments such as spears and bows and arrows are nothing. This technique is the key to the three of them gaining a foothold in the Yellow Turban Army.

Gao Tai nodded, took out a silk silk from his arms, and said: "This is the cultivation secret book of the Linzhugong Gong, I heard Wu Dubo say that this exercise can increase the strength of three hundred catties when cultivated to the third level!"

Increase the strength of 300 catties? Gao Cheng's spirit couldn't help but be shocked, the increase in the strength of the cultivator by refining the body flow exercise was really immediate, as far as Gao Tai was concerned, he had only practiced some basic fists and feet, he was physically strong, and he had some hunting and medicine skills, coupled with the courage of blood and qi that was not afraid of death, he could be called brave among ordinary people.

With his strength, it's okay to fight with ordinary soldiers on the battlefield, but once he meets an opponent with body refining techniques, it's bad, and if someone else slashes it down, he can't withstand the power of hundreds of catties at all.

Counting that there are still three days left today, the Yellow Turban Army will pull out the camp, and at that time will fight with the Han officers and soldiers at any time, Gao Cheng and Gao Tai must take advantage of these two days to prepare.

Gao Cheng held back the excitement in his heart, took the silk silk, and looked carefully, there were three action charts on this silk silk, as well as three simple boxing techniques to practice with the map.

"The three movements of the Pile Gong correspond to these three realms, which can enhance the strength of the cultivator, if you can cultivate to the realm of strong tendons and have the strength of hundreds of catties, you can at least be a Dubo in the Yellow Turban Army!" Gao Cheng said in surprise.

Gao Tai's face also showed a smile, the cultivation realm of the foundation of the refining body flow has nine layers, and the soul cultivation realm of the refining spirit flow has a total of nine layers, and the cultivation of the pile gong is the first three layers. After training, the two of them had a little more means to save their lives on the battlefield.

After Gao Cheng absorbed the remnant soul of the original body and reached the first layer of the soul cultivation realm, his soul power increased a lot, and his memory and comprehension increased accordingly, and he soon imprinted the exercises recorded on the silk silk in his mind.

"Uncle Gao, this exercise is something given to you by Wu Dubo, so you can keep it! After Gao Cheng wrote down the exercises, he returned the silk silk to Gao Tai.

"Can Xiao Ying also cultivate?" Gao Tai was stunned, you must know that this world class is highly hierarchical, as the general of the Gao family, whether it is his own life or his children, they all belong to the private property of the Gao family, and the conditions he promised Wu Dubo in exchange for the piling gong are also the Gao family's things according to common sense.

If Gao Cheng is willing to pass on the Linzhu Gong to him, this is a reward, even if he doesn't teach it, no one can say anything. And Gao Ying is just a maid in the Gao family, and her status is very low. She even has the qualifications to practice the Pile Gong?

Then Gao Tai reacted and said gratefully: "Childe, I thank Childe for Xiaoying!"

Gao Ying's body is thin and weak, and she has practiced the stake function to enhance her physique, so that when the Yellow Turban Army sets out of camp, this thin little girl has a lot of hope to live.

The two then deliberated and decided to recruit a dozen strong men at the Yellow Turban camp tomorrow morning. Become a soldier of the headquarters of the Yellow Turban Army, although there is no military salary, but you can get some food and grass every day. For the sake of these few mouthfuls of food, there are not a few strong people who are willing to become soldiers.

The next day, early in the morning.

A faint breeze blew away the filth of the camp.

Gao Cheng, Gao Tai and Gao Ying stood in front of the tent, and Gao Ying spread the news of recruiting soldiers overnight through several women and children she knew, so there were nearly 100 people standing around the tent at this time. These people were unkempt, most of them were the old, weak, sick and disabled in the neighborhood, and some wounded soldiers were mixed in.

"Lord Gao, I used to be a soldier under Captain Zhao, and I killed five enemies three times, and now although I am wounded, I can continue to kill the enemy, and I ask Lord Gao to include it!" a man with his left arm cut off shouted loudly.

"My lord, I can also go into battle to kill people, and please give me a bite to eat!"

The others also shouted, and many gray-haired old men and teenagers rushed over, these people had been hungry for days without food, and they were very excited to hear that they had the opportunity to get food. The Yellow Turban Camp was originally lifeless, but at this time there was a little wave in the corner of the camp.

The news of recruiting soldiers did not spread too far, otherwise there would have been more than just a hundred people pouring in.

Gao Cheng saw that there were a lot of strong people in the crowd, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, fortunately, the Yellow Turban Army did not immediately recruit soldiers to replenish the losses after the battle four days ago. Let the camp still have plenty of troops. However, according to Gao Tai, the Yellow Turban Army is about to replenish its troops and horses, and they must hurry up when they are strong and sufficient.

Seeing that these people were about to get out of control, Gao Cheng stepped forward and shouted coldly: "It's all quiet, whoever is noisy will leave me!"

The light in his eyes flashed, and the powerful soul made him faintly have a different temperament, these homeless people raised their heads to look at him, and subconsciously lowered their heads, and nearly a hundred people around were made much quieter by Gao Cheng's cold snort.

"In this recruitment, those who are in good health will be given priority, and as for the elderly, women, children, and injured brothers, please forgive me. ”

As soon as Gao Cheng spoke, the eyes of these hungry yellow-faced and thin-skinned old men and disabled wounded soldiers showed disappointment. Without food, they most likely won't survive the day when the army is out of camp.

Seeing these desperate expressions, Gao Cheng felt uncomfortable in his heart, but the army had limited food and grass, and the grain and grass that Gao Tai, the chief of Shi, received from the grain and grass officer was only enough for ten people, and there were too many people recruited, and the whole thing would starve.