Early the next morning.

After a night's rest, the swordsmen who had been reorganized yesterday recovered a little.

Tall trees are naturally among them.

Although the snake didn't bite him yesterday, it did bite his comrade-in-arms next to him.

And the snake's tail also rubbed against him, and the cold feeling made the hairs on his whole body stand up in an instant.

Today's training seems to be a little better than yesterday's.

In front of me was a patch of uneven grass, at least there was nothing wrong with looking at it.

It's still a team, keeping a distance of one meter from each other.

All five hundred men went into battle and arranged in five rows.

Tall trees are in the first row today.

Then at the sound of an order, five hundred men began to march forward in orderly steps.

Soon, however, Takaki sensed that something was wrong.

Who wouldn't walk on flat ground?

With the devilish training before, do you still need to go to this kind of pediatrics on the flat ground again?

And the ground, which seems to be wetter than other places?

"......"

"Help......"

Suddenly, the cries for help from my comrades came to my ears.

Gao Shu subconsciously turned his head to look and found that the comrades who were originally walking beside him were all trapped in the ground.

Although it has not been completely sunk in, at this moment, basically the entire lower body has entered the ground.

And the whole person is still sinking rapidly.

Gao Shu subconsciously wanted to reach out and pull a hand.

"What? What for? The enemy is right in front of you, do you have the time to pull him? The instructors outside the queue began to roar wildly, as if angry at the soldiers who had once again panicked.

Gao Shu hesitated, will he not be saved?

But when it comes to the battlefield, where are there so many opportunities to save people?

Besides, this is just training, and the instructors don't really want their lives.

Gao Shu was about to continue walking forward when the instructor's angry roar was heard in his ears again.

"The rest of us are blind, aren't they? Didn't you see that the one in front of you was dead? Do you know how to fill the position? Do you want to kill everyone? ”

Under the roar of the instructor, the soldiers in the second row quickly filled the first row.

This is a very regular queue exercise, the person in front dies, and the person in the back makes up for it, so as to ensure the integrity of the queue.

In the queue, there are basically veterans in front and new recruits in the back.

It is not the same as the way in later generations when cannon fodder stood in front and veterans swept in the back.

In these years, it is a great irresponsibility to let the recruits stand in front.

Because at this time, there is already a short hand, and the recruits are not able to withstand enough, and it is very likely that they will be defeated in an instant.

And the formation is disrupted, and even if the veterans in the back want to make up for this loophole, it will be difficult to make up for it.

Therefore, it is generally the veteran who is on top of the front, and after the vacancy appears, the people behind are on the top.

If the intensity of the battle is not high, basically the recruits will be ranked in the second column next time after experiencing it once.

In this way, there are veterans in front and veterans in the back, and even if there is a mistake, the veterans in the back can make up for it in time to prevent bigger mistakes.

This is a training that simulates a swamp, and the pits are dug one by one by the auxiliary forbidden troops these days.

So it's not really a swamp, and the depth of each pit is about one and a half meters.

For a tall person who is more than 1.75 meters tall, this depth is basically at the top and bottom of his neck.

Although it does not cost people their lives, the fear of falling into the swamp still brings great panic to people.

Especially when the slimy muddy water wraps you tightly from all sides, no matter how you struggle, you just can't get out, and the more you struggle, the faster it falls.

This is the end of this training session.

Thanks to the fact that the auxiliary forbidden army dug enough pits, it was ensured that each of the 500 participants fell into it.

After everyone had fallen in, the assistant instructor pulled them out one by one from the back to the front.

Fang Hu, who has always played the role of the devil, decided to close the distance with everyone.

After all, there is too much hatred in him now.

So he walked up to the five hundred clay men who were sitting on the ground resting, and began to say loudly: "The swamp is a very common environment, on the grassland, and in the south, to be honest, everyone's performance today disappointed me, when there was a problem, the first was the panic of the queue, and none of the people who fell into the swamp pit even thought about saving themselves." ”

"Not to mention the big swamp pit, the width of ten or so paces, once you go in, it is estimated that it will be difficult to get out, but it is not completely without a chance. But what about small ones like this......"

Fang Hu paused, then walked to a swamp pit.

walked up in front of everyone, and then the whole person suddenly began to sink.

However, Fang Hu did not panic in the slightest, he knew the depth and width of this swamp pit, even if the performance was wrong, for him, it would be nothing more than a loss of face.

And when configuring, the concentration of mud is sufficient, so the rate of descent will be slightly slower.

Fang Hu was still interested and continued to explain: "What if you fall into it when you don't have any weapons in your hand like this? First, don't panic and don't struggle too much. ”

Then Fang Hu's whole body fell forward.

At this time, more than half of his upper body had touched the hard ground.

Because there was no violent struggle, the whole person did not continue to decline.

Then, Fang Hu's legs began to squirm lightly until his legs were pulled out of the mud.

At this time, Fang Hu began to crawl forward slowly, until his entire upper body left the swamp, and then he slammed his strength and the whole person left the swamp area.

"In short, you must not struggle, your movements should be gentle, if you have a weapon, the moment you sink into it, you must put the weapon flat, and then gently support it with both hands......"

Fang Hu began to explain the rules of swamp escape, which was just a small skill to support.

And in this link, what really trains the soldiers is to fill their positions during the battle, and at the same time, it also exercises their psychological state.

Fang Hu's explanation made everyone suddenly open their mouths, and they exclaimed one by one that they could still play like this.

So, after a whole day's work, everyone competed with the mudflats one by one.

Escape empty-handed, escape with weapons in hand.

Weapons or anything can't be used really, this kind of environment is still very serious for the corrosion of iron weapons, so the weapons in everyone's hands are replaced by wooden sticks.

After that, every step of the drill is terrifying.

Every training session will make the formation more or less light or heavy.

The instructors were still scolding.

But surprisingly, none of the five hundred people were eliminated.

And this level of training, frankly speaking, just with their share of food, everyone has to grit their teeth and persevere.

With the adjustment of the meal, as the training intensity increases, the training pattern increases.

These 500 swordsmen are rapidly transforming.

After a month of training, the team was basically formed.

No matter what situation is in front of them, they can face it calmly and follow the orders to move forward.

There's nothing to make them feel fear again, and even if there is, they won't show it.

Looking at the army of swordsmen, Fang Hu finally had a smile on his face.

The reason why the army is formed so quickly is also due to the physical fitness of this group of soldiers who can keep up.

The background of the heavy cavalry, coupled with Han Xin's careful cultivation for so long, did not leave them behind in terms of physical fitness.

Fang Hu is only responsible for the strengthening of their psychological level and the further strengthening of their physical fitness.

And now, five hundred swordsmen have received their equipment.

A set of scale armor that was significantly different from the equipment of other battalions, as well as a forty-two-pound horse chopping knife.

Queue training is relatively easier, the queue of the Han army is not weak, and now it is just a temporary adjustment of the position.

Basically, the first row squatted down to familiarize, keeping a distance of about one meter and a half from the second row, and the second row held a forty-two pound chopping knife every day, wearing twenty pounds of armor, and waved it above the heads of the soldiers in the first row.

The third row kept a distance of nearly four meters, and then waved their weapons over and over again every day in the posture of collecting crops.

The last two rows are a lot more arbitrary in comparison.

Split, sweep, or even split and sweep, anyway, it's familiar, familiar, and familiar.

Slash over and over again to make your muscles form memory.

And the requirement is that every time you need to use your full strength.

Of course, after forty or fifty slashes, it was obvious that the soldiers seemed to be struggling, and after sixty or seventy times, there were obvious problems with the frequency and force of the slashes.

As for this problem, for now, it is unsolvable.

The only way is to continue to strengthen the cultivation of physical fitness.

"Hey, it would be perfect if there was an enemy to practice your skills!" Looking at the horse slasher soldier who had already broken away from the low-level fun training, the expression on Han Xin's face finally had a smile on his face.

The soldiers that Lao Tzu spent a lot of money to raise finally didn't look like dead soldiers.

The armor on the body has not been polished and polished, and if you want to do this, it is far from possible according to the current productivity.

Therefore, after the armor is issued, it depends on personal maintenance.

Therefore, the color of the armor is black, and the front of him is black, wielding a huge horse chopping knife, which makes people feel very enthusiastic when they look at it.

Less than sixty slashes with all his might, a number that sounds a bit small, but as anyone who has been on the battlefield knows, it's not a lot.

This means that each of them can launch an attack on sixty enemies with all their might.

And five hundred people sixty times each, how much is that?

It's 30,000!

Fang Hu pursed his mouth and said, "It's a bit difficult, there are only five hundred swordsmen, unless the number of enemies is less than five thousand, otherwise, they won't be able to cope with it at all......"

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