For Jun Yan, it is not a matter of a day or two for his soldiers to fight him.

There are two origins of this kind of fighting, one is because they are always oppressed, so they must rise up and resist, after all, men always need blood.

Nothing is more convincing than a hard fist.

At least in Beiguan, that's the case.

Strength is everything.

As for these two, it will involve the special training method of the forward battalion - taking the lead.

Of course, this is the first soldier, not the other one.

This is the first netherworld thing in the forward battalion, and the neurotic military division who you can't understand his brain circuits is thoughtful and thinks is an extremely appropriate training method.

That is to find motivation in failure, so that the soldiers can really see the gap between themselves and their superiors.

When you can beat the young marshal down, then you are complete.

At least the entire forward battalion, you can go unfettered and really go sideways.

Therefore, for this goal, the three thousand great men practiced penance day and night, and they would come to squat once a month.

Although this number of places is limited, it can't stand the accumulation of time.

Therefore, Jun Yan can almost proudly tell Qiao Le that he has beaten everyone in this forward camp.

It's really not that he wants to beat people, they forced him.

People's faces are all in front of you, and if you don't give him a slap, he's still not happy.

So what can he do?

It's hard for him.

Not to mention, the idea is quirky, but the effect is always surprisingly good.

Because under such supervision, the strength of the entire forward battalion has really made a qualitative leap. At the end of every pre-battle competition, a group of people have gained a lot and advanced by leaps and bounds.

So much so that when other barracks saw it, they were all very angry and followed suit.

Qiao Le: "Oh, how are they doing?" Did it work? ”

Looking at Jun Yan with a pair of bright eyes, Qiao Le felt that where was Jun Yan standing in front of him, he was simply a walking leek making machine, a model worker in the leek breeding industry!

Just rely on Jun Yan alone, not to mention that she Qiao Le is a non-chief, it is estimated that he can afford to raise two more.

After all, she had just heard the key information from Jun Yan's description.

This pre-battle contest is held once a month.

That is to say, every month, there is a batch of leeks to challenge Jun Yan.

Are your eyes red?

Her Qiao Le's eyes were unusually red.

At the moment, she is not only eyeing Jun Yan, but it is not nice to say, if the Beiguan army adopts this training mode, she thinks that she Qiao Le, maybe she can go to Beiguan to be a soldier.

She may not be able to fight, but she can learn to cook and become a cook!

As the saying goes, if you have money, you don't make a bastard, and a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier.

Soldier: "County Lord, this is very easy to learn, it's really not difficult. ”

On the other side of the ring, the ten soldiers of the first scene were taking the stage one after another. Someone heard Qiao Le's question, so he answered out loud.

After all, they are all people who have been kindly taken by the county lord, and everyone is quite familiar with them.

Qiao Le: "Wow, really? ”

The abacus in his heart was wild, and Qiao Le's heart to go to Beiguan was about to be overwhelmed.

Soldier: "Really, they have learned everything they should have learned, except for the lack of a young marshal, a special commander who can't beat down every month, no matter how he fights, they have all learned." ”

The soldiers snickered, because they still remember that day when the sun was setting, a group of commanders with blue noses and swollen faces like pandas chased after Zhou Quan to discuss the law.

Zhou Quan: "Young marshal, save me!" ”

Jun Yan: "Get out!" ”