The flag, which symbolizes the Daqi tribe, is slowly raised on the school grounds.

The veterans and Daqi looked solemn until the flag rose to the top, and Yang Hao saluted the flag.

In an uproar, the veterans raised their right hands and looked at the flag fluttering in the wind with standard movements, their faces full of pride.

This is their own tribe, and they have watched it grow and grow, believing that under the guidance of the true God, under the guidance of our wise leader, they will be able to live happily ever after.

The behavior of the veterans made the recruits a little dazed, and they saw that both the veterans and the nobles who were high up used this strange thing to face the fluttering cloth,

The recruits clumsily imitated, and some of them raised their left hands in a panic and accidentally bumped into the arm of the person next to them, and only after being glared at angrily did they realize that they had raised the wrong arm.

Finished!

Yang Hao looked at the unkempt and ragged army below, and couldn't help but think of the military parade in his previous life.

Compared to such an army, this army of 1,000 people is nothing more than a ridiculous clown.

But Yang Hao can only rely on these armies called Huazi, poverty is not terrible, and there is no hope for fear.

And he felt that this wild era had infinite hope, this is a blank sheet of paper, waiting for a great painter to create a beautiful painting.

And he, Yang Hao, felt that the person who painted could only be himself, and whoever wanted to grab the only paintbrush with him could only break that person's hand and destroy the enemy physically.

A new year, a new army, a new atmosphere, everything is moving in a good direction.

Looking back on his incredible experience in the past year, Yang Hao has a feeling of being separated from the world, and everything seems to be in a dream.

Some people can't tell which one is real and which one is illusory in this life and the previous life.

Looking at the tattered army in front of him, Yang Hao was full of emotion.

He knew that from the moment the Qi tribe established and shouted that slogan, he knew that he could never turn back, even if there was a cliff in front of him, he had to jump hard.

If it weren't for the fact that the Sanqi army was rash and did not know the reason why the poor Kou Mo chased, the Great Qi would have disappeared in the long river of history long ago, and would not have left a trace.

After a few months of rule, Daqi has completely subdued the people's hearts through various advanced policies, and the expansion of the army is naturally a sure thing.

Wu Ding's escape determined that the enemy's counterattack was inevitable, but I didn't know whether it was early or late.

Yang Hao has full confidence in the enemy of the war, the enemy is coming from afar, and he will defend the city in his native battle, unless the enemy has several times his strength, and there is no effective siege equipment, attacking a city like Chang'an is simply whimsical.

Yang Hao is not a nobleman, what rules of war do you abide by, the enemy is strong and I am weak, and the field fights? Unless he was kicked in the head by a donkey.

In addition to these conditions, what made Yang Hao most confident was that there were more than 100 war horses, although those horses could not all be used to equip cavalry, but as long as there were dozens of horses, the enemy could suffer.

The increase in the number of armed forces has made it more operable in army building.

Yang Hao has decided to form a cavalry team of fifty people,

In this expansion of the army, Yang Hao once again carried out reforms, and archers accounted for one-third of the number of 1,000 people.

Bronze arrows replace bone arrows, the role of archers will be greatly improved, with the power of a clan to fight against this era, Yang Hao can't afford to consume, only a breakthrough in technology, can make up for the lack of numbers.

Brainwashing recruits is Yang Hao's forte, a tall and mysterious truth, these recruits who are fooling are stunned, and even feel that if they don't join the army, they will be sorry for their ancestors and live in vain.

What is similar to the princely general Xiangning has a kind of, sacrificing his life for righteousness, saving the common people from fire and water, these righteous and awe-inspiring brainwashing propaganda, almost sang the international song.

Only then did the recruits know that their lives were so meaningful, the world was so beautiful, and the so-called noble masters were so dirty and despicable, just as Yang Hao said, they were the moths of the world.

For the first time, they understood the meaning of the word liberation, and knew that they had joined the army with a noble goal, and that this noble goal was supported by the fertile land outside the city.

Like veterans, they can also acquire a large number of fiefs through war, and can even marry three women.

They have never been more eager for a war than they are now.

Looking at the high morale of the soldiers, Yang Hao felt that the military merit awarding system of the ancient ancestors was too perfect, and this system was simply tailor-made for him.

In this era, there is a lack of everything but land, and this system is no different from a white wolf with an empty glove.

After the inspiring speech, Yang Hao sent the best soldiers in the army to conduct a queue drill.

Yang Hao agrees with Hitler's point of view that handsome military uniforms can increase young people's enthusiasm for the army, although Daqi is now short of materials, and it is impossible to have handsome military uniforms.

But the high-spirited outlook and neat queue can give people a great impact.

Looking at dozens of people as if they were ordinary people, passing in front of them, there seemed to be a fire burning in the hearts of the recruits.

The neat pace shook the earth, and although there were only a few dozen people, in the eyes of all the recruits, it was like facing a huge group of beasts that chose people and devoured them.

At this point, the recruits learned that such an army is called the elite, the soul of the army, and the heroes of the tribe.

And one day they too will become the heroes of the tribe.

The leader said that heroes are blessed by the true gods, and even if they die, their souls can even become stars in the sky, like gods, overlooking the earth above the nine heavens, and blessing their children and grandchildren.

Panasonic subconsciously raised his head and looked at the sky, but unfortunately it was daytime and there were no stars in the sky.

But Song was not disappointed, he thought of his mother, remembered those comrades who fought side by side with him, although these people were unknown, but in his heart, they were his heroes.

"Have you become stars?"

Song muttered.

Heipi glanced at Song, and also looked up at the sky, his eyes flickering, and he didn't know what he remembered.

The queue drill continued, and the rapid drumbeat and angry shouts made the recruits' faces turn pale.

The intention of slaughter is like putting them on the battlefield, and the spearheads that flicker with this cold light seem to pierce their chests at any time.

The drums gradually stopped, the shouts of killing gradually faded away, and looking at the dozen or so soldiers standing like pines and cypresses in the mountains, many people found that their backs were wet with cold sweat.