Looking at it, those guys who were practicing didn't look like yellow scarves at all, the armor and weapons were shiny and reflective, and the horizontal and vertical rows were neatly aligned. One by one, they stood like wooden stakes, let the scorching sun be exposed, let the sweat be drenched, and still not move like a mountain.

In another place, a team of soldiers were vigorously slashing the big knives in their hands, and they were slashing at the wooden man in front of them, and the war cry was faintly audible even if they stayed in the mansion.

There is also that place, two teams of soldiers, a team of more than a dozen people, are actually real swords and guns, fighting each other, and if one does not pay attention, he will see red.

That ferocious energy made Zhang Yu tremble.

What about Lu Bu? Where is Lu Bu, how can there be such a training force, what should I do if I am going to be killed or injured.

Zhang Yu took the puppy and wandered around the camp, which was strange to say, and those soldiers who were practicing didn't dare to say hello when they saw Zhang Yu. But that's fine, Zhang Yu has long been too lazy to deal with it.

Soon, this person and a dog saw Lu Bu who was dormant under the shade of the tree, leaning on the trunk of the tree, with more than a dozen wine jars beside him, some sealed, some had already been opened, and the aroma of wine was overflowing, which was fascinating.

This comfortable Lu Buke made Zhang Yu angry, didn't he say that he was training soldiers, he threw my yellow scarves in the scorching sun, and he came to drink and get drunk so happily, which is hateful and hateful.

made a silent gesture to Xiao Yu, and the cat leaned over and approached quietly, wanting to tidy up Lu Bu.

Zhang Yu was getting closer and closer, but Lu Bu seemed to be drunk to death, motionless, as if he was still snoring. Zhang Yu was angry again, took three steps and made two steps, and came to Lu Bu's side, his hands were already impatient, he dipped some wine, and smeared ash on the ground, as if he had become a gray paintbrush.

Looking at that resolute face, heroic and compelling, I don't know how handsome it will be.

Zhang Yu's white and lovely face, with a treacherous smile, and dirty and evil hands, stretched out to the drunk man in front of him.

The yellow scarves around him wanted to open their mouths to remind, but when they remembered what the man said, their eyes were full of fear and they didn't dare to speak.

The brush was only a few inches away from the canvas, and the hearts of those present were in their throats. Even the little fish didn't dare to wag their tails for fear of making a little noise.

Seeing that the plan succeeded, Zhang Yu showed a triumphant smile in advance.

The next moment, the paper was stained with gray ink, and a few vigorous traces were drawn straight.

The Yellow Turban soldier held his breath and did not dare to laugh, but the little fish did not have so many concerns, and barked a few times, and his tail flapped vigorously, and it could be seen that it was unusually happy.

Lu Bu's face was still the same as the previous moment, heroic and clean, without a trace of ash. However, Zhang Yu's white and tender little face has a few gray whiskers, and with his incredible expression, he is a cute little white cat.

Zhang Yu didn't know when Lu Bu knew that he was close, and he had a trick, and he didn't know that the bastard taught him.

Lu Bu's hearty ridicule sounded in his ears, not at all like a drunken person.

"Xiao Yuzi, your painting is much more beautiful than writing."

Where was Zhang Yu willing to give up, he opened his teeth and claws, and pounced on Lu Bu, but his hands were short, and he couldn't do it, and Lu Bu held his forehead with one hand, and the gray brush could only paint against the air.

Looking at the doll under the shade of the tree, grinning and not giving up, I thought that the rumors were true, and the young master was really a troublemaker.

After a while, Lu Bu calmed down and asked,

"Kid, don't make a fuss, your yellow turbans are all looking at you and laughing. What is the purpose of coming here to me today? ”

Looking back at the group of smiling yellow scarves, Zhang Yu finally retracted his temper and wiped the scratches on his face with the back of his hand.

Righteous rhetoric asked Lu Bu,

"General Lu, what kind of training method do you have, standing in line and splitting wooden stakes are understandable, but this sword has no eyes, and the real sword is training with real guns, what should I do if I am dead? What's more, the weather is hot, and the soldiers are dying in the sun, but the general himself is drinking and enjoying himself here, and Yu really can't see it! ”

The more Lu Bu listened, the more upset he became, and he thought that there was some important news to report to me, but it turned out to be a trivial matter of military training.

Looking at the shadow of the big tree and counting the hours, Lu Bu gathered with a roar at those fighting people, completely leaving Zhang Yu aside.

In a lazy tone, he asked the group of yellow scarves who arrived in a hurry but stood in a neat line,

"Are you all together?"

"Qi!" The voice was neat and loud, startling Xiaoyu.

"Can anyone be hurt? Someone died? ”

"There were no deaths, and several people were slightly injured!"

This time, there were only two people who spoke, and it seemed that they should be the leaders of this group of yellow scarves.

Lu Bu glanced at Zhang Yu intentionally or unintentionally, and spoke again,

"Just now I watched the battle of the two armies, the left army was fierce but unorganized, the right army was slightly weaker but followed the formation, the left army was invincible for a long time, exhausted, and the right army had spare strength, so this time the right army won. There may be objections. ”

Two sounds, one excited, one lost, but the words were the same,

"We have no objections."

"Okay, then come according to the rules, get the wine and rest. Half an hour later, go to replace those who stand in the column, remember to let them chop wood, and let them fight against those who cut wood, forget about the injured, and save your young master from distress. Clear? ”

"General, it's all a small injury, and it doesn't hinder training!"

"I don't care, the young master of your family is here, I have to ask him about this."

Zhang Yu had long been frightened by all this, his eyes widened and his mouth widened, when did the Yellow Turban listen to Lu Bu's words like this? If he hadn't recognized these yellow scarves, he would have thought that these were Lu Bu's personal soldiers.

What kind of charm does Lu Bu have to tame this group of arrogant peasants into obedience.

The yellow turban couldn't wait for the young master's order, and one of the leaders couldn't wait, and said,

"Please give the young master an order, I will not get tired of fighting, the injury will not be hindered, and I can practice again!"

With the group of yellow scarves in front of him with fire in their eyes, Zhang Yu really couldn't think of any way to refuse them.

"Brave men do their best, don't hurt your life. Hurry up and get some rest. ”

"No! I waited to thank the young master, and the general thanked him for the wine. ”

A group of men, on the orders of the young master, retreated to a shaded place, and one of the leaders, unceremoniously carrying a jar of spirits, went with his brothers to drink, and it was clear that they were the winners.

The losers on the side could only drink water, watching each other carnival, and the unwillingness in their hearts seemed to turn into endless strength, waiting for the outbreak of the next match.

Lu Bu's method of training is not much different from what I thought, it is nothing more than competition and reward, but it is much more systematic than me, a lot more organized, a lot more reasonable, with clear layers and remarkable results.

"What do you want, little ghost?"

was interrupted by Lu Bu's question, and while chasing away the annoying puppy, he asked Lu Bu,

Yu was wondering, how did the general make these yellow turbans listen to the general so much? Is it just because of the wine? Yu was skeptical. ”

Lu Bu dipped a little wine and helped Zhang Yu wash the dust off his face like a father, and his other hand was clenched, swinging from side to side in the heat wave.

Seeing Lu Bu shaking his hand, Zhang Yu thought that Lu Bu was unwilling to tell the secrets in the army, so he asked,

"The general won't say?"

This time Lu Bu didn't wave his hand, he shook his head and said Listen to Zhang Yu,

"Didn't I say it, with my fists."

Time goes back in time.

When Lu Bu first arrived at the barracks, none of the yellow scarves were willing to listen to his orders, so Lu Bu brought more than a dozen jars of wine, and spoke to the hundreds of yellow scarves here.

At first, one person fought with one person, knocked down with one punch, ten people besieged, easy and freehand, with nine more punches, and then dozens of people, hundreds of people, but Lu Bu didn't even use weapons, with a pair of tiger arms, he played a prestige in the military camp.

At this point, the yellow turban was afraid, no one dared to resist again, listened to the general's words, followed the rules in the army, and did not dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool.