A hundred miles south of Xinye, in a place near mountains and rivers, Liu Feng's military tent was camped here.

The head is blazing, and the surroundings are very hot. But from the barracks, there were shouts of killing.

In the past few years, Liu Feng has already traveled to eighteen villages and recruited more than 150 soldiers. So the barracks has been built in a decent way.

To the north is a forest of military tents, and to the south is a school field, on which there is a small general platform, on which there is a general flag embroidered with the word "Liu".

Liu Feng was wearing a tight-fitting military uniform, a long sword around his waist, and a black cloth scarf on his head. It looks heroic.

Under the stage, more than 150 soldiers lined up in a square under the leadership of ten capable old soldiers. Rehearsing the art of spear stabbing. Sweating under the scorching voice.

His gaze slowly swept over this embryonic army, and Liu Feng couldn't help but feel some pride in his heart. This army is completely his, an army that he has pieced together bit by bit.

It's not self-made, but it's not bad.

The only regret is that we can't immediately train an army that can fight well.

After all, the soldiers of this army were all new recruits who had just put down their hoes and picked up their spears. Both quality and ability are at the starting point.

The only advantage is that the peasant men are physically strong, which is the basic and most important. Without a strong physique, it is difficult to survive on the battlefield, and it is difficult to become an elite soldier.

At this time, the drill had been going on for about half an hour. Sweat appeared on the faces of the soldiers, and their movements became weak.

This does not bode well. The foundation of an elite soldier is to train hard and have a solid foundation. Looking at the soldiers who were gradually weak in the audience, Liu Feng's brows couldn't help frowning.

"Mingjin." Liu Feng turned his head to a soldier behind him.

"No." The soldier answered, and immediately stepped off the platform, knocking on the cymbals on the side. For a while, a rapid golden sound sounded.

The ten elite veterans in the school yard immediately stopped what they were doing, withdrew their spears, and shouted, "Stop." ”

The new pawns behind the old pawns withdrew their spears one after another and stopped.

At this time, Liu Feng also stepped off the platform and walked among the rows of soldiers. Suddenly, Liu Feng stopped, pulled out the long sword at his waist, and swept towards a soldier in front of him.

His eyes are as sharp as an eagle, and his sword is as lightning bolt. With the attack of the long sword, an incomparably powerful momentum burst out from Liu Feng's body.

made the soldier pointed by Liu Feng's long sword staggered, and his face was as pale as paper. It seems to be in the Shura battlefield full of corpses.

Liu Feng's sword came out quickly, but it was also dexterous. The sword came to a resting on the soldier's neck.

The hand held the hilt of the sword steadily, and the blade of the sword was always on the neck of this soldier, and blood would be seen when it was pointed inside.

Liu Feng asked this soldier, whose face was as pale as paper and his eyes were still frightened, and said, "What kind of feelings?" ”

The soldier seemed to have just woken up from Liu Feng's blow, and stammered: "The little one, the little one is like dying once." ”

"Well, it's good to feel that way." For this soldier's answer, Liu Feng smiled with satisfaction, and with a sonorous sound, he withdrew his long sword. Road.

Liu Feng's sharp sword, which seemed to take someone's surname, affected not only the soldier in front of him, but also the soldiers around him had some influence.

From the residual fear in the eyes of these soldiers, it can be seen that the influence of Liu Feng's sword.

Three years of sharpening a sword, in the past three years, Liu Feng and Xu Shu have studied literature and practiced swords. Riding horses with Zhao Yun and hunting. Not only has he developed a strong physique, but his sword skills are also a small success.

In Xu Shu's words, it is no longer a blunt sword, it can kill.

And Liu Feng lifted his sword and made a murderous momentum, which was to let these soldiers experience a sense of death.

After putting away the sword and returning it to the sheath, Liu Feng slowly swept the soldiers around him, and said unhurriedly: "I told you, I am eighteen years old, but I am restless, so I have to train my troops to fight and achieve some fame." Since you follow me, you are of the same mind. Joining the army and fighting in the army is not just to kill the enemy, but to take a path to promotion. And on the battlefield, death is an extremely common thing. Remember what you just experienced, on the battlefield, a very ordinary moment before death. ”

Although Liu Feng's words were not deliberately cold, a cold breath still rose from the hearts of the soldiers around him, and although he was under the lie, he still felt chills all over his body.

I felt a hint of the fear of death.

Of course, Liu Feng did not say this to arouse the fear of death among these people. Turning his head slightly, Liu Feng turned his words, and said loudly: "So before entering the battlefield, you must train to develop a strong physique, speed like a leopard, sharp eyes like an eagle, and murderous aura like a tiger." Make yourselves strong, make the weak fear you, and make your enemies fear you when they see you. Speaking of this, Liu Fengmeng paused, took a breath, calmed down, and said: "This is the only way to save yourself and make contributions on the battlefield." ”

"That is, more sweat and less blood. Continue training until you are exhausted and you don't even have the strength to eat. This sentence is the only thing Liu Feng wants to say.

Before, whether it was a sword to kill or an impassioned word, it was just to create an atmosphere.

Sweat more, bleed less.

After saying this, Liu Feng nodded to the ten old soldiers on the other side and left the school grounds.

Liu Feng knew that although his theory was very good, when it came to the means of training, the ten veterans were still stronger. After finishing speaking, Liu Feng turned around and returned to the point platform.

"Sweat more, bleed less. Although I have not heard of this sentence, it is true. Those who usually don't train hard and don't have a firm mind have died, but we have survived. The ten veterans are all carefully selected by Zhang Fei, and there are no less than dozens of characters rolling on the battlefield, these are almost professional soldiers, and they can realize the deep meaning of Liu Feng's words almost instantly.

One of the old pawns muttered.

Another old soldier nodded thoughtfully, looked up at Liu Feng who was standing in the wind on the podium, showed a sense of agreement for the first time, and said softly: "I no longer doubt that the young general can train an elite army." ”

You must know that even if it is Liu Feng's identity, Liu Feng's words that are extremely inciting in Deng Village did not convince these veterans completely.

But just for these few words, these old pawns had to obey.

After a moment's delay, one of the most prestigious of the old soldiers stepped forward and shouted at the soldiers who showed thoughtful faces: "The young general said well, sweat more, bleed less. If you want to save your life, give me practice. ”

"Kill." Immediately, the old pawn violently erupted with a shout of killing, and the spear stabbed straight through, and a fierce momentum burst out from the old pawn as if he was killing the enemy.

The only difference from Liu Feng is that there seems to be a trace of blood on the old pawn's body.

"Kill." Ten old pawns, as well as more than one hundred and fifty new pawns, burst out with a lion-like roar.

A momentum different from the previous one surrounded the body of this group of soldiers. Momentum.