"Who is coming! The barracks are heavy, and idlers are not allowed to enter!" On the building, a guard soldier wearing a mandarin duck robe, holding a rusty iron spear, asked loudly.

"I am Zhang Xiangjie, the salt envoy of Suzhou Prefecture, I want to see Lu Yan and report it quickly."

When the soldiers upstairs heard that it was Zhang Xiangjie, they looked at the official seal of the fourth grade held by Zhang Xiangjie's coachman, and immediately stood straight, clenched their fists, and then passed the word to the battalion.

"Transporting salt makes Si Zhang Tong know! ～”

After a while, a guard soldier who was also wearing a mandarin duck battle robe, carrying a thick-backed waist knife at his waist, knelt on one knee,

"Lord Lu, please talk about it in the camp."

"Hmm." Zhang Xiangjie taught the coachman to wave his whip, and by the way, he took out a few silver beans from his arms and threw them to the soldiers who came to report the news.

Seeing that the soldier who reported the news was forced to hand over some silver beans by a few soldiers upstairs, Zhang Xiangjie couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

I don't remember how many times I went in and out of this door with the same coachman.

"Old immortal, you have to help me again!"

The solid wooden wheels of the carriage were crushed against the rammed earth of the barracks, leaving two lines of deep wheel prints.

……

Overnight, the flowers and plants outside the city of Suzhou, as if bathed, hung with large and small dewdrops, and the light morning fog, I don't know when, once again stood at the head of Suzhou.

"Hmm~"

Li Guanghang stood under the eaves in front of the house, stretched his waist, and took a deep breath of the fresh and moist air in the south of the Yangtze River. wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, tidied up the crown of his hair, looked at the eighteen weapons placed in the yard, and habitually touched his nose.

This is my fourth day in this world.

"Time flies."

Li Guanghang thought in his heart.

Looking at the villages dotted south of the Yangtze River in the distance in front of him, Li Guanghang knew that such a beautiful scenery would soon disappear in Daming.

Historical knowledge told him that the continuous natural disasters of more than ten years in the late Ming Dynasty created endless wars and thieves until the last trace of blood swallowed up the country. The building is about to fall, and human life is like a mustard, not so much in a paradise, but as a lingering life in this beautiful illusion.

But even this illusion is likely to be equally untenable.

Even so, there was a trace of excitement in Li Guanghang's heart, but even he didn't notice it.

He knows that beauty has always been built on thousands of corpses, just like the "Kangqian prosperous era" that was praised to the sky by later generations, but also after the Xiaoice period, the climate warmed up and the population recovered, so in the feudal society that was proud of the prosperity of the people, it naturally became a prosperous era.

Swish!

Li Guanghang pulled out a spear from the dazzling pile of weapons. Li Guanghang held the spear tightly, and a red strip of cloth was tied to the long barrel.

This gun is the capital of Li Guanghang's life in this troubled world!

In a few months, Yang Sichang will lead troops into Shu to suppress thieves, and at that time, it will be an opportunity for him Li Guanghang.

An excellent opportunity to make a contribution and pull up a team.

Time was pressing, and Li Guanghang felt that he could not delay any longer.

Staring at the spear in his hand, Li Guanghang suddenly thought of something.

An lunge.

Stab!

With a "bang", he sent the spear out and glared angrily.

Pull!

"Whew!" With a single blow, the center turned to the right foot, the left leg straddled, and the head of the spear slammed into the ground, splashing earth and rocks for a while.

Across!

Hold your right foot and use the elastic force from hitting the ground to rung the spear in front of your chest.

Choose!

The left foot lunges forward, with the left hand as the fulcrum, the right hand presses down, and with the help of the gun, a loess stone is picked up and flies out of the courtyard.

Leap forward!

Jump!

Turn the rung!

A set of standard assassination techniques of the People's Liberation Army in later generations was performed by Li Guanghang smoothly and in one go.

"Good! Good! Good!" But it was Li Ling who saw this scene and shouted three times in a row. When did his scholar's son become so talented, he knew how to start with a spear, and his set of marksmanship without fancy tricks was perfect. Could it be that this kid secretly practiced martial arts behind the old man's back?

If Li Guanghang told him that this was the most basic training move for soldiers in later generations, Li Ling would probably drop his jaw in shock.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the system of the guard was abolished, and a large number of military fields were annexed by the officers of the guard, and the officials ate empty salaries and drank the blood of soldiers, how could they still let the errand of coping with the boss exist? Li Ling has been in the border army for many years, and in addition to having a set of mature drill classics at night, most of the other border troops only have a worn-out spear, a waist knife with many gaps, and a tattered mandarin duck battle robe.

Good weapons are also a morale boost, but the border army has no good equipment, no good drills, and no enemy on the battlefield, so they panicked first. How can this fight with the strong Qing army? Crossing the wall and committing crimes, the Qing army tried many times.

"Yong'er, when did you know this set of marksmanship? After serving in the army for so many years, it is the first time I have seen such a concise and practical marksmanship. Li Ling's eyes revealed a sense of excitement, after all, martial arts idiots naturally have an incomparable love for the exercises, otherwise they would not have run to the dangerous nine sides and not accept it all night.

How to answer this! It can't be said that this was taught to him by the later PLA (People's Liberation Army). People either think that you are making up nonsense and are unwilling to reveal it, or they think that you are crazy, and with the possession rumors that began to spread a few days ago, they promise that there is no good fruit to eat.

Thinking about it so much is actually just a breath of time.

"Honestly, Daddy, this marksmanship...... It's a long story. Li Guanghang pretended to be profound, standing with his hands in his hands, and between his eyebrows, there were three more points of maturity.

"Oh! Yong'er, let's talk to Daddy" Li Ling didn't care about the three-seven-twenty-one, and opened his mouth to ask. If Li Ling dared to say that his love for the exercises ranked second in that era, then no one dared to rank first.

Li Guanghang was speechless for a while, he said so much just to have time to make up a story, and before the shadow of this story was seen, Li Ling asked.

"It seems that there is only one way." Li Guanghang thought to himself.

"When I woke up that day, there were more than three minutes of time, the golden crow was not clear, I didn't see the five fingers in all directions, the moon was dark and the wind was high at night, and I heard it and knocked lightly on the door......"

"Stop, stop!" Li Guanghang turned around and looked at Li Ling with a sad face, "Yong'er, you know that you Lao Tzu and I are a rough man, I don't understand what you say!" Can...... Say something I understand...... Hey...... Hey hey ......"

Li Guanghang knew for a long time that this would be the case, and later generations did not often say that environmental descriptions could explain the background of the story

, to set off the emotion. Sometimes, however, there is more to the description of the environment than that. For example, Li Guanghang's explanation of the environment only played one role - delaying time.

With the idea in his mind already clear, Li Guanghang breathed a long sigh of relief, looked ahead, and began to speak......