The third volume sailed in the Ming Dynasty

The silky light rain fell from the sky, the raindrops were so small, and the rain curtain was so dense, covering the mountains of Qinjia Village with a white veil like cicada wings. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Lu Xinrong was wearing a robe, holding his trouser legs, one foot deep and one foot shallow, in the newly cultivated 10,000 acres of fertile land, leading everyone to dig ditches and drain water.

The half-foot-tall rice soaked in water was almost completely annihilated.

Lu Xinrong looked up at the dark clouds in the sky worriedly, and sighed.

This thief, if it continues to rain for another week, I am afraid that there will be no harvest this year.

The weather in the south is hot, and double cropping rice is generally grown. Originally, he was full of confidence and tried to plant a year and raise a good land for a year, but now it seems that it may be difficult!

Lu Du is still right, the Great Tomorrow is full of disasters, and it is indeed necessary to sell grain from the land of Nanyang to solve the famine in the Ming Dynasty.

With this damn weather, no matter how hard you work, it's useless.

While thinking about it, the raindrops formed a line, and with a bang, the heavy rain poured down from the sky as if the sky had fallen.

The wind chases the rain, the rain chases the wind, the wind and the rain unite to chase the dark clouds in the sky, and the whole heaven and earth are in the rain.

"The first team stays, the second team and the third team go back to take a bath, drink some ginger soup, and don't get infected with typhoid fever."

Lu Xinrong frowned and shouted loudly.

The second and third teams are mostly basically old, and hundreds of people are a team, which cannot withstand the wind and rain. The first team is the prime of life, and the high-quality labor left after the selection of the Qinjia Village Guards.

"Lu Zan painting, you should go back first, I will do it here."

Li Zhuang, the captain of the first team, was the Ming people who were rescued from the Tartars, and he followed him all the way from Zhao County, which was very intimate.

Lu Xinrong shook his head and remained silent.

He is not at ease, this is the condensation of his hard work, but also the hope.

A person's life is very short, and in the absence of a family background, it is necessary to fight a bloody way by oneself. If you don't follow the right person, follow the other party to make a career.

Otherwise, most people will not be in the crowd!

Now, with such a good opportunity in front of him, why shouldn't he work hard to stand out from the many subordinates of the Qin Governor and win in front of the dignitaries?

At the same time, on the school field of the Qinjia Village Guard, 800 team members braved the wind and rain, holding wooden knives and sticks all wet, stepping on the splashing rain, shouting loudly, and rushing towards the 200 Tianxiong Army soldiers led by Yu Youhan.

It's their once-a-week match, rain or shine.

"Queue, change formation, kill!"

Yu Youhan, who was standing in the queue, looked at Zhang Yun, who took the lead and rushed forward, there was no trace of emotion in his eyes, and the word killing was coldly highlighted in his mouth. This is the battlefield, either you die or I live, even if it is training.

I still remember that when I left Texas that day, the task given to him by my friend Qin Haoming was to train the soldiers, train the elite soldiers, and would rather lack than abuse.

"Youhan, remember, since you are a soldier, give me training to the death. Only by putting them to death and resurrecting can they survive on the battlefield, this is responsible for them, I believe you should understand. ”

Do you understand?

Of course I do.

On the battlefield, knives and guns come and go, as long as there is a trace of fear, the hand is slow, and the strength is not in place, you must die.

Especially against the murderous Tartars, only by abandoning any fear can the results of ordinary training be revealed. Only by killing each other can you survive the battlefield.

Therefore, today's various methods not only have their own thinking, but also Qin Haoming's training manual written on more than a dozen sheets of paper.

"Hahaha...... There is progress, and in a few months, we will definitely be able to beat them. ”

In Feng Shui, the escort team of 800 people is like a group of defeated soldiers, everyone is wounded, and their whole bodies are dirty, including Zhang Yun, they are also swollen.

But he didn't care, highlighting the blood in his mouth, and laughing.

Zhang Yun was in the charge, fighting against Yu Youhan, and was "beheaded" and fell off the horse and fell with a swollen face.

This kind of battle is not fake except for the replacement of weapons with wood, and the slightest mistake will also cost your life.

Zhang Yun was cut off the horse, and the guards were so shocked that they screamed for rescue, but he staggered up and continued to fight on the horse when it was someone else's face that was swollen, just like a lone wolf staring at its prey, indomitable and unstoppable.

He will not hesitate to die, and he will not hesitate to die.

The soldiers of the two hundred heavenly heroes are the whetstones that temper the escort team.

The fists and wooden sticks are fighting endlessly every day, the killing is full of camps, rushing through the sky, all of them are blood-stained and scarred.

At the same time, the gap between the escort team and the Tianxiong Army is gradually narrowing, although it is 800 people fighting 200 people, they are the elite, and they are the elite of the Tianxiong Army after a hundred battles.

According to Qin Haoming's message, only if they are as strong as them can they go to the battlefield to kill the Tartars, otherwise, they will just be sent to death.

It's the first time he has to fight, Zhang Yun is full of confidence, 800 people fight 200 people, isn't that a sure win?

As a result, in just a quarter of an hour, they were all defeated.

Wrong, it was many team members who fled, were frightened by the murderous aura of the soldiers of the 200 Tianxiong Army, and dispersed.

Now, according to Qin Haoming's manual, Zhang Yun has also formulated a thorough reward and punishment mechanism, not obeying orders, passive training of the light cane, heavy forever out of the escort team.

The winning side of the battle can have big fish and meat, and the losing side only has enough food and no vegetables.

Those who fought bravely and performed well were rewarded with silver, and those who were seriously injured also received a generous prize.

If he dies unexpectedly during training, the whole army will hold a grand funeral for the deceased, and at the same time give a pension of 100 taels to the family of the deceased, and the family will be arranged by the Qin family.

This is no ordinary training, this is indeed training to the death, either to become a corpse, or to become a strongman!

Of course, in order to train soldiers in this way, everything is based on abundant money and abundant materials.

Like other troops in the Ming Dynasty, those who can practice once every three days are considered elite soldiers, and they live twice a day, where is there physical exercise?

Therefore, it is not understandable why the private soldiers of some landlords and squires are stronger than the combat effectiveness of the regular army of the Ming Dynasty.

Training in this way has been effective in just three months.

Although the camp was full of wounded soldiers, as long as you walked into the camp, you could feel a solemn and dignified aura coming to your face.

The soldier's eyes became cold, and a fierce aura began to shine from his body. In time, after several real bloody battles, it will inevitably become a fierce and murderous tiger and wolf army.

After the battle, Zhang Yun was enduring the pain in the barracks, smeared bruises and bruises, and the new house came to report, and the son of the Ye family knelt in the courtyard to plead guilty.

"Let him go, let's just say that for Miss Ye's sake, Young Master Ben doesn't care."

Zhang Yun said indifferently.

Zhang Yun now eats and trains with his soldiers, lives in the barracks at night, and conducts some night raid drills from time to time.

After training, he gradually grew up, or rather, his heart was also high, just a Linpu gentleman, he really didn't pay attention to it.