Hearing only a muffled sound of "bang", Zhang Kai's stick was smashed a little off the direction and roared past Fan Yubin. Zhang Kai stabbed the air with a stick, he used too much force, and his body involuntarily planted forward, just when his body was about to sweep past Fan Yubin's side, the back half of the stick in Fan Yubin's hand had already smashed into Zhang Kai's shoulder from mid-air with the force of Fan Yubin's sideways twisting like a windmill.

"Ahh Zhang Kai screamed in pain, plopped, fell to the ground, and fell into a dog eating. Fortunately, Fan Yubin used a wooden stick, and Zhang Kai was wearing a golden silk soft armor, otherwise, Zhang Kai's left shoulder would have been scrapped a long time ago.

Zhang Kai turned over and sat on the ground, stunned for a long time. I touched my head and thought for a while, and then I reluctantly shouted: "I can break your spear without a club, with a shield and a sledgehammer." ”

Fan Yubin said with a smile: "You are still not convinced." So, didn't you just say that our cohort training is useless? I'll let you see and see how this queue you think is useless will break your shield and sledgehammer. ”

After speaking, Fan Yubin casually called the four veterans who had participated in the queue training just now to come out of the ranks. The faces of the four people who were called out of the column were a little pale, and their legs were a little weak. They are all old men in Fanfu, they know and even understand Zhang Kai's power, and when they play against him, they can't help but not beat the drums in their hearts. It is a small matter to be beaten if you are defeated, but if you fall into the military authority of Mr. because of this, it will not be good.

Fan Yubin smiled, his expression was extremely relaxed. He knew in his heart that personal bravery could not compete with the military formation. He beckoned the four of them to gather around and whispered to them. Gradually, the eyes of the four of them gradually lit up, and the uneasiness on their faces slowly disappeared, replaced by a faint smile on the corner of their mouths.

Zhang Kai has a shield in his right hand and a short and thick wooden stick in his left hand, his hair is scattered, his eyes are fierce, and his face is full of mud marks. After losing three battles in a row, he was really a little annoyed and angry. If you lose again this time, you will be thrown into it and thrown into your grandmother's house.

The four veterans, with four clubs in their hands, stood in unison, quietly in a row. Zhang Kai was afraid of these waste materials, he roared, waved his shield, and rushed forward. Zhang Kai is a good martial artist, and the wooden shield dances like a windmill in his hand, and the water can't splash in, and the rain can't get in.

The four veterans just stood still, and when Zhang Kai was just about to get closer, the two people on the side suddenly stepped forward, the four of them roared, and the four sticks stabbed out together. I only heard a muffled sound of "tuk", and the two sticks on the front stabbed heavily on the wooden shield, and the arms of the two veterans shook violently, and their mouths were about to crack. The shield also froze slightly under the strong impact of the club, and instantly flashed a little gap.

Zhang Kaike didn't know that his empty door had been exposed, and he thought that he had blocked the opponent's attack, and he was overjoyed, and was about to pick up the short stick in his left hand and smash it over, when he suddenly felt two wedges and a pain, and was stabbed by the two sticks on the left and right. It may be that the other party is merciful, and it is also because he is wearing gold silk soft armor. This time, he didn't feel any pain.

Zhang Kai paused for a moment, his hands suddenly shook, the shield and short stick flew out far away, he laughed, stepped forward and patted Fan Yubin's shoulder heavily: "Obey!" Served! I'm convinced! I'm going to join your training too. Yubin, from today onwards I will be one of your soldiers. You don't want to get rid of me! ”

Fan Yubin bowed his head slightly and nodded in agreement. Pulling Zhang Kai into his chariot was Fan Yubin's original intention, and he didn't want to say anything to his son Zhang Biao.

Fan Yubin's eyes swept and saw that Ouyang Xiong and Yan Wushuang were both eye-catching, and they were eager to try. I thought to myself: "Let's just have a full banquet today and completely establish my prestige in the army." ”

He said loudly: "Ouyang Xiong, Yan Wushuang, you two also want to try?" ”

"Mr. Yui's order is obeyed!" When the two heard this, they couldn't help but be overjoyed, and they both clasped their fists and replied in unison.

Fan Yubin laughed and said loudly, "Okay." Ouyang Xiong, you come first. ”

Ouyang Xiong is also a well-known figure. He grew up in the barracks when he was a child and learned to kill kung fu. Especially in mounted archery, three arrows in one hand made countless people die in his hands. His father was a general under Qi Jiguang, and he followed Qi Jiguang to fight from south to north without losing until 1621, the bloody battle of the Hunhe River in the first year of the Apocalypse. In this battle, the Qi family's army was almost completely annihilated. His father escaped and was integrated into other units along with some other survivors. The invincible Qi family army, which has been galloping on the battlefield for decades, has since become a swan song.

Ouyang Xiong's father had an upright personality, and because he refused to go along with it, he was framed by his boss and ended up being killed and robbed of his family. Ouyang Xiong, who was more than ten years old, was also forced to die in the rivers and lakes and lived a life of fugitive. Fan Yongdou remembered his father's loyalty, and not only took in Ouyang Xiong, but also collected his father's bones and properly housed his family. The grace of a drop of water is reciprocated by a spring. Ouyang Xiong also naturally became the loyal dead soldier of the Fan family.

From here, we can see that the Fan family is indeed unique. The Ming Dynasty educated the people with Confucianism, and Confucianism advocated loyalty, filial piety, moderation, and righteousness, and loyalty ranked first. Confucianism also pays attention to the death of a scholar for his confidant, and a gift of knowing can be repaid by sacrificing one's life. Deeply gracious, how to repay it, the only death. In the face of loyalty, filial piety, moderation, and righteousness, life is the cheapest thing. Under the influence of this mainstream thought, loyal and righteous people in ancient history emerged in an endless stream.

There was no China after Yashan, and there was no China after the Ming Dynasty. In the Battle of Yashan, the Song army was defeated and the Southern Song Dynasty was destroyed. The eight-year-old little emperor Zhao Yu committed suicide by throwing himself into the sea, and many loyal ministers such as Lu Xiufu followed him, and 100,000 soldiers and civilians jumped into the sea and died in the country. More than 10,000, boundless. Not to mention a hundred thousand people. If you think about the scene at that time, the entire sea must have been obscured by floating corpses.

The king died. In the impression of many people, it seems that when Emperor Chongzhen died, there was only the eunuch Wang Chengen with him, which can be described as a rebellion and desolation. In fact, Emperor Chongzhen was not alone when he died. When the city was broken, more than 1,000 eunuchs died in battle, and after the city was broken, there were hundreds of palace maids who committed suicide. After the death of Chongzhen, Ni Yuanlu of the Hubu Shangshu, Li Banghua of the Imperial History of the Left Capital, Gong Yonggu, the concubine of the Ming Guangzong, and Liu Wenbing, the cousin of Emperor Chongzhen, the commander of the Jinyi Guard, and Gao Wencai, the commander of the Jinyi Guard, committed suicide and martyrdom, and died quite heroically. Among them, there was also a Korean named Choi Hyo-il, who heard the news of Emperor Chongzhen's death, traveled thousands of miles from North Korea to Chongzhen's tomb, and died of hunger strike in front of the tomb for seven days and seven nights. He was also praised by the Koreans as a righteous man for the ages.