The time and space history reversal is within the followers, and the proportion of time with the outside world is ten years by one day, and the outside world is one day, and the followers are already one year long, which is also the limit set by the followers.

At this time, the interior of the followers, as far as the eye can see, is no longer a wilderness, but full of grazing cows, horses, sheep, and fields. This part is only a corner of the followers, and the rest of the place is still deserted and inaccessible.

Everywhere there is life, and there are many houses. At this time, nearly 1,000 people wore modern military clothes and braided hair, and there was an indescribable sense of disobedience between the two. Everyone stood in a clearing, engaged in various trainings, physical fitness, swords, assassination, and other military skills.

These soldiers were either orphaned or sold by their parents. They were all secretly adopted by Yang Lin and put into their followers. When Yang Lin saw them, they were basically around eleven years old, their thoughts were still in ignorance, and their three views had not yet been determined.

At this time, Yang Lin walked out of the crowd, and the followers had been led by them for five years, and the children who had been displaced from other provinces to Jinhua Mansion were now about sixteen years old, about the same age as him in reality, and were now loyal followers of Yang Lin.

In five years' time, those children have already shed their immaturity and become burly and strong, far surpassing their peers. And Yang Lin is still the same as five years ago, his face is the same, and there is no change in the slightest, which is the advantage of the follower owner. Time passes within the follower, and the owner is not affected.

In the past five years, Yang Lin has been with them, eating and living together, training together, like a brother and a chief, spurring them and urging them. And they are more like Yang Lin's hardcore loyalists, as long as Yang Lin gives an order, they will move forward, even if there is a cliff ahead, full of ravines, what awaits them is death.

For 1,800 days and nights, Yang Lin not only taught them the military skills he knew, but also taught them all kinds of management skills, and let them learn the classical Chinese military calligraphy and tactics, and put them into practice in combination with reality.

These soldiers who are training are all eliminated people, all of them are a group of people who cannot achieve anything in the natural sciences and have no interest in the slightest. They advocate force, advocate strength, believe in the weapons in their hands, and personal skills, and can fight to their heart's content, to kill, to be loyal to their god, their marshal, Yang Lin.

At this time, Yang Lin stood at the front of the crowd, his chest and abdomen were straightened, his eyes were blazing, and he roared sharply: "Who are you?" ”

"Soldiers!"

"What is your calling?"

"Obey numerology, obey the command!"

The roar of this group of people resounded in the sky, and it reverberated in the wilderness with great power, all of them maintained the heroic posture of soldiers, exuding a fierce momentum, with a resolute face, and their eyes were blazing, releasing a terrifying spirit.

Yang Lin slowed down, walked rhythmically, paced back and forth, nodded approvingly, and shouted to the crowd: "The head of the regiment is out of the ranks!" ”

A swarthy face walked out, full of surging vitality, striding forward, running towards Yang Lin with small steps, always maintaining the posture of a soldier.

The age of these soldiers is not much different, they are all hot-blooded young people, with strong ambition and loyalty. Yang Lin adopted the establishment of modern soldiers for these nearly 1,000 people. In addition to Yang Lin, the highest position is the head of the regiment. Because there are only about a thousand people here, barely the establishment of a regiment.

The regiment also consisted of three battalions, nine companies in total, plus twenty-seven platoons. Every leader is a person who has been selected for excellence in various aspects. Therefore, each leader has authority, and the other soldiers are convinced.

These people are the original team of Yang Lin's armed forces, and they are also the initial combat power, and they have placed Yang Lin's most ambitious expectations. Moreover, they not only train every day, but are also responsible for the development of followers internally, the cultivation of crops, and the forging of some weapons.

When Yang Lin recalled these things in his mind, the head of the regiment had already arrived. After he took a break, Yang Lin just said lightly: "Next, you will be in charge, continue to train, and I'll go see those guys." ”

Under the loyal and fanatical gaze of this group of soldiers, Yang Lin's figure gradually disappeared.

Afterwards, they continued to train their swordsmanship, slashing at each other. Although it was a drill, everyone exuded a murderous atmosphere, without the slightest spare, attacking each other and attacking each other's vital points. This is Yang Lin's principle of military training, usually sheds more blood, and only stays alive in wartime.

Looking at these people, if it weren't for their long braids, they would definitely be mistaken for modern soldiers, iron-blooded and resolute. Their movements are so clean and neat, without the slightest superfluous movement, and the slash is directed at the opponent's vital point.

After that, more than a dozen soldiers appeared carrying several boxes containing dozens of bird guns and placed them in front of the group of soldiers one by one. Then, a group of soldiers walked by, and took the bird guns in an orderly and orderly manner. Those who did not get the bird gun continued to train military skills, waiting for their turn. In the hands of these people, the bird guns are used in turn, shooting alternately.

The reason why Yang Lin does not have a full system is that each person has a bird. Not only because of the lack of iron materials, but also because recently, Yang Lin wanted to improve the bird gun and designed a bird gun that could shoot without ignition and directly pull the trigger.

In a small three-story building, a large group of people were discussing and justifying fiercely, and the scene was so lively and hot. The argument went to the deepest, and everyone was red-faced and red-eared, and they didn't give in to each other. However, despite this, they did not have any physical conflicts, but only stayed on differences of opinion, and still maintained the quality of an intellectual, and a gentleman did not move his hands.

At this time, I saw a Qing Dynasty soldier shouting to the crowd of onlookers: "The bird gun can only be ignited in this way, and it cannot be changed, otherwise it will lose the ancestral system." Moreover, this is handed down by our ancestors~, and this is how our ancestors have passed it down from generation to generation. His face was full of self-satisfaction, with a slight look of indignation.

A stunned young man didn't care at all, his face showed disdain, pursed his lips, and said mockingly: "According to what you say, everything that the ancestor said is right, but it can't be changed?" ”

"Yes, yes, is there any objection?" Qing Bing said with a frown.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, his face showed an evil color, and he said a little playfully: "Then let me ask you, the ancestor didn't have a bird gun before, how did the bird gun come about?" If you do what you say, and the ancestors obey the ancestors of the ancestors, will there still be a bird gun today? Will your ancestors still have the craftsmanship of making bird guns that have been passed down from generation to generation? ”

"Moreover, according to what you said, our ancestors were out of character, otherwise it would be good to invent some bird guns and honestly ride horses and shoot arrows!" Stunned, he choked again.

"Haha~" Suddenly, the surrounding crowd burst into laughter, with a very agreeing look.

The Qing Dynasty soldier was captured by Yang Lin, so that his own group of people who invented new weapons could have a reference, and the technology of making bird guns would be supported.

At this time, the soldiers of the Qing Dynasty were speechless and speechless to deal with the rebuttal, and could only mumble silently with their mouths open and close, their faces a little embarrassed, a little annoyed, and a little stupid.

Suddenly, Yang Lin, who appeared near everyone and was not noticed, said loudly: "Zhao Xiang is right, you can't just stick to the things of your ancestors, you don't know how to be flexible, you don't know how to improve. Otherwise, if you eat the old book, the whole person will become pedantic! If that's all there is to it, why should I let you discuss it here, just let some laborers read from the script, and just imitate the bird's gun."

Looking at the onlookers, Yang Lin looked free and uninhibited, more of a soldier's atmosphere, confident and decisive, Yang Lin then talked eloquently: "I heard all your arguments. Although I don't know the specific structure of the bird's gun, I still know a thing or two about its principle. ”

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