"Hah! Hah!"

Under the scorching sun, on the battlefield of the Li Cheng camp, rows of rebels were naked, waving the spears in their hands while shouting loudly, which was also their way of venting their inner strength during training.

"Sweat more in peacetime, shed less blood in wartime".

Such slogans are posted everywhere in the camp, and in ordinary training, instructors also mention many of them.

Li Yanxian stood in the crowd, the bun on his head was tied up with a black cloth band, a strong and dark muscle, coupled with a dark and resolute face, and beads of sweat on his forehead, making him as straight as an iron general, majestic and intimidating.

Li Yanxian himself didn't know that he was going to Shaanzhou, how could he leave behind and join the loyal army in Hedong!

At the beginning of the first year of Jingkang, Fanzi invaded the south, and the county recruited the army of King Qin, and Li Yanxian took out his own assets and recruited 3,000 righteous troops to rescue the capital. Later, when the rebels dispersed, King Qin's righteous army dispersed, and he became a loner.

At that time, Li Gang was ordered to pacify the two rivers, and Li Yanxian wrote a letter to impeach Li Gang for not knowing the art of using soldiers, but he was pursued by Yousi and had to change his name and flee.

Subsequently, he fought with the seed division, and the army was defeated in the seed division, and Li Yanxian dispersed with the former army and stayed in the mountains for more than half a month. When Fanzi retreated, he wanted to return to Shaanzhou, find Shaanzhou's guard general and his friend Li Mida, and continue to fight against Jin, but he heard the news that he was rescued in the seed division, and it was the rebel army in front of him who saved him.

He gave up the idea of returning to Shaanzhou, just to see what kind of sacredness this righteous army was, and it was able to annihilate more than 1,000 Fanzi and rescue the seed teachers who were surrounded by many people!

He had already inquired that the leader of the Loyal and Righteous Army was the Daxindian clan, and he was half a fellow countryman. Originally, if he reported his name, with the fact that everyone was from Gyeonggi and his reputation in the local area, Li Yanxian believed that he would be appreciated by the other party and entrusted with important tasks.

But on the field that day, after listening to Wang Song's impassioned words, he instantly changed his mind.

Military merits are only taken from the horse, and he is really a hero husband. If you are just a white man, there is no so-called false name, see if you can stand out in this righteous army.

Now when sweating on the field, Li Yanxian couldn't help but feel emotional. If it weren't for Fanzi's southward journey, he might be like the Yanai in Bianliang City, leaning on the green, flying eagles, and traveling in all directions.

He, Li Yanxian, joined the rebel army, just to tell others where he fell and where he got up.

These days, with his own efforts and bravery, as well as his military exploits in Jianling, he has been favored by Dong Ping and Zhang Heng. He knew that the road ahead would be better, so he trained extra hard.

He didn't want to learn some martial arts. With his own force, he believed that he would not be under Zhang Heng and Dong Ping. If he wanted to learn how to train his soldiers and how to march and fight.

Now, he understood a little. The wisdom of the Loyal and Righteous Army lies not only in the way and method of training, but also in the presence of a commander like Wang Song.

He was ashamed that he couldn't do this himself.

In the dark night, when the rain was pouring down outside the house, more than 3,600 soldiers of the Loyal and Righteous Army stood on the teaching ground, standing like statues one by one. They were soaking wet, and the place where they were was a puddle of water, but they remained motionless, because the order to disband the army had not yet been issued.

The torrential rain has not stopped, and no one dares to whisper and look around. The oil lamp in the house shone out, and the swords and guns in the hands of the rebels shone with a dazzling cold light.

No one dares to fall on purpose, unless you don't want to go up, because those who fall will be arranged in the so-called auxiliaries, and maybe they won't be able to go to the battlefield in the future.

Li Yanxian looked around, and from time to time someone fell, but they couldn't support it.

An instructor with a striking scar on his face came over, glanced coldly at the fallen soldier, waved his hand slightly, and two soldiers came over and carried the person down.

"If you can't hold on, you will call out! I'm going to send you a coil tomorrow, where to go back and forth! Don't get along with yourself!"

Scarface instructor Jiang Hu's voice was particularly clear and piercing in the dark night.

"Just with your cowardice, you can't stand steadily, and you also want to fight and make meritorious contributions? Just with you cowardly soft eggs, I think the women of Fanzi are better than you, don't think about meritorious service, going to the battlefield is a dead end! ”

When passing by Li Yanxian's side, Jiang Hu nodded lightly and said, "He is a good man, and there is nothing to say about kung fu!" Train hard, kill more people when the time comes, and follow Wang Daguan, there is a chance for you to kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions and get ahead!"

Although Li Yanxian had been a minor official, and his kung fu and knowledge were perhaps better than most people here, he still stood respectfully and said loudly: "Thank you instructor for your encouragement!"

The next day, the rain stopped, the sun was shining, the heat was steaming, and the sun made people's scalps numb. Groups of rebels stood bare-chested, standing under the sun, silent, letting the sweat flow, like a pile of stone sculptures standing still.

"If you can't stand it, just say it! Go down and drink tea, rest and cool, and go home with a coil! Go back and hold your own lady, tossing the bed, not to mention how comfortable the life is, why suffer this crime here? ”

The instructor who was in charge of training during the day was a feminine, thin and weak little black face. He doesn't beat you or scold you, but a mouth can make you lose face and die of shame.

"I heard that the little lady of Fanzi can pull a bow and arrow with a stone, and she can ride a horse since she was a child, and the sun shines for two or three hours. I don't know if there is someone here, worse than someone's little lady? If you feel that you can't compare with others, you can simply cut your own things with a knife, so that you don't have to compare, because you are neither male nor female, and you can't find the same kind!"

Li Yanxian held back his strength and didn't let himself laugh. But Fanzi's ferociousness and good fighting, he has seen it with his own eyes. The official army of the Great Song Dynasty was basically defeated in a battle, and without an iron army that was as fast as the wind, as slow as a forest, as invading as fire, as immobile as a mountain, as difficult as a yin, and as moving as a thunderstorm, I am afraid it would be difficult to deal with.

Thinking of Fanzi's fierce cavalry, Li Yanxian's heart twitched again, can the training method of this Wang commander's envoy deal with Fanzi like a wolf and a tiger?

"Some of you remember how your relatives were killed by Fanzi, and how your sisters, wives and daughters were ravaged by Fanzi! If you want revenge, practice yourself to death! If you don't take off a few layers of skin, you won't want to take revenge!"

The little black-faced officer roared suddenly, a layer of fog appeared in his eyes, as if what he said touched his heart.

The officer's angry shout made many people who were drowsy under the scorching sun suddenly shudder.

The officer is right, if you don't have two efforts in your hands, why resist and take revenge? Isn't the purpose of my group coming here to get revenge?

Zhou Shijie is like this. He had already arrived at the edge of the Yellow River, preparing to cross the river to the south and flee, but when he heard the news that the White Horse Post in Licheng had recruited the rebels, he turned back from the bank of the Yellow River and trekked here with difficulty.

He was originally from Longde Mansion, the only son in the family, who has been farming for generations, and he didn't know what it was like to be a young man, although he was not rich and noble, but he was also carefree, not worried about food and drink, and not short of clothes.

But all the leisurely happiness stopped before the age of 19.

Fanzi invaded the south, and the officials and troops of the imperial court were crushed with one blow. Fanzi plundered the township, and the whole village was basically slaughtered bloodily. His parents were mercilessly killed by Fanzi, and he himself was forced to press under his mother's dead body and was lucky to get out.

To this day, what he can't go back to in his mind is the tragic death of his family and the ferocity of his son. He secretly vowed that he would kill a few fans with his own hands to avenge his dead father.

"Come on, shit! I must take revenge!"

Thinking of the scene of his father fighting desperately with a hoe and Jin Bing before he died, that roar was clearly told to himself buried under his mother's dead body.

"Jay...... Son, don't ...... Don't ...... Come on!"

remembered that before his mother died, his thin arm was pressed against his body, and at that moment, his mother's strength was as heavy as a thousand pounds, completely suppressing Sun Shijie's desire to resist.

Thinking about his dead father, Zhou Shijie's tears almost fell. The love of parents is heavier than Mount Tai and deeper than the East China Sea. Who knew that overnight, Fanzi took away all his best things!

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt.

Now his mother's clothes are still sewn by his mother. Even in the summer, he rarely takes it off. The nurturing grace of his parents and the bloody massacre of the Jin people must be firmly remembered in his heart.

The enmity of parents is not shared. If you don't take revenge, you will be the son of man in vain, and you will not die!

Now that I think about it, I was young and ignorant, and I hadn't fulfilled my filial piety in front of my parents, but my parents had died tragically under Fanzi's butcher's knife! The grace of parents is beyond remorse!

When he heard that the leader of the rebel army, Wang Daguanren, had killed hundreds of people with his own hands, he felt extremely itchy in his heart, and he felt a burst of joy for no reason. Now that I have seen it in person, I am even more excited, and I want to train hard, practice my skills, and kill more people on the battlefield in the future.

Only after killing these fans can he have the face to return to his hometown and kneel down in front of his parents' graves.

The rebels in the barracks are probably Li Yanxian and Zhou Shijie. One is to kill the enemy and make meritorious service to the court; The other is to have a deep blood revenge and want to take revenge. As for those who have other thoughts, there must be, but they are in the minority.

Most people come with a deep hatred, and it is precisely because of this hatred that these people can persevere!

There are also some recruits who just want to eat and get by. But when I got to the barracks, I knew what discipline was and what was strictness!

Every day before dawn, boring military posture exercises, exposure to the sun, showering in the rainstorm, long-distance load-bearing cross-country ......, every day of training, everyone has no strength, barely finished eating, bathing, and fell asleep soundly, until he was woken up by the whistle again.

After two months of training, there are more than 500 people who walk intermittently, all of whom are not determined. However, with the continuous admiration of the rebels, the number of the team increased instead of decreasing, reaching nearly 7,000.

There are people coming, people are leaving, just like the Zhanghe River rolling eastward, the front waves hit the back waves, endlessly.