Zhou Yi Youyun: The gentleman hides his weapon in his body and moves when the time comes.

The chess game has begun, the chess pieces have fallen, and what to do next depends on how the opponent will fall.

"Kill, kill, kill..."

On the training ground of the Fuzhou Health Center, there were thousands of thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenagers holding bamboo guns and stabbing scarecrows.

These people are all orphans adopted by Jinyiwei, and after the training of the big waves, some of them will become secret agents, some will disguise themselves as peddlers and pawns, and some will directly join the guard to provide fresh blood for Jinyiwei.

What kind of people they will become in the future depends on their performance in training, and during each training camp, there are Jinyiwei who are responsible for observing from the side, recording the performance of these people in training, and leaving comments.

Wang Xu was wearing a black flying fish suit, sitting on the main seat and watching all this coldly, raising his teacup from time to time to take a sip of tea.

Beside him, Feng Qianhu, the chief officer of the training camp of the guard, guarded the left and right every inch.

Now, it's been five days since the letter was delivered.

In the past five days, Feng Zhong, as he said, had no contact with the outside world at all, but frequently showed loyalty to Wang Xu, as if he wanted to be a minister of the dragon.

is in charge of intelligence, and Qian Qianhu, who said that he has no backer, has really made a lot of small moves in the past few days, and he has to write letters to many people every day, trying to go further in the position of Qianhu.

For this kind of person who is inconsistent with the outside, Wang Xu didn't say it, but secretly made a note in his heart.

If he can sit in the position of the pacification envoy, Qian Qianhu's position will have to be moved, and the important work of mastering intelligence cannot be handed over to someone who is not of the same heart as him.

"This group of students has a good overall quality, but there are no refreshing good seedlings, what a pity!" After looking at it for a long time, Wang Xu slowly spoke, labeling this group of people as memediocre.

On the school field, the teenagers are still sweating and training, and several of them are even more humming and hard-working, not knowing that their efforts are just a joke in Wang Xu's eyes.

If the hard work is useful, how can there be a child in his seventies and eighties, and he will not be able to be admitted to Xiucai at the age of ancient times.

Is hard work useful, useful, but there is a premise in front of hard work, you have to be a genius in order to get ahead after hard work.

If it's a mediocre person, I'm sorry, no matter how hard you try, people can't outrun, and some things don't just work hard.

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat!"

Hundreds of brocade guards walked into the school yard carrying fifty large wooden barrels, shouting loudly for dinner.

Woo!!

The horn of the rest came out, and the teenagers in training immediately cheered, threw the bamboo guns in their hands at the feet of the scarecrows, and ran towards the barrels in a swarm.

"Drink the soup first, and then start the meal in ten minutes!"

There are hundreds of households in charge of training, walking into the school field with a leather whip and shouting orders to the people around them.

For such orders, the teenagers are accustomed to it.

After a morning of training, everyone was in a state of lack of water, and it was easy to cause stomach damage if they ate directly.

Before eating, drink a few sips of soup to moisten your throat, which can not only replenish water, but also relax your tired body, so that people will not fall into stomach problems when they reach middle age.

"Wow, seaweed soup, there is sea rice in it, small shrimp!"

"I've got egg soup here, and there's a lot of egg drops in it."

Ten wooden barrels are lined up, and when the lid is opened, a burst of fragrance comes to the face.

The teenagers lined up in front of the wooden barrels with wooden bowls, and each of them was served a bowl of hot soup, which made everyone smile.

Many people sat on the ground, taking small sips of soup, and taking a sip of hot soup, as if the fatigue of training was swept away, and the stomach was warm and comfortable.

After drinking the soup and resting for another ten minutes, it was soon time to eat.

Fifty barrels, ten for soup, twenty for rice, and twenty for vegetables.

Unlike in some movies, where you have to kill each other before eating, win the meal, and lose the hungry, in the real Jinyiwei training, it is strictly forbidden for compatriots to kill each other.

For example, when we eat, we are in a group of 100 people, and we draw lots to determine the order, and we line up in order to cultivate the concept of a group.

In the group, if there is a private fight, you will be punished with twenty lashes, starve for three days, and even be put to death if it is serious.

Why is this happening, because compatriots kill each other, once the seeds of hatred are planted, it is a lifelong thing.

And Jinyiwei is a whole, with strict rules, paying attention to the unanimous muzzle of the gun, and there is only one way to treat compatriots cannibalism... Kill.

"My lord, there will be a practical combat program in the afternoon, which is a one-on-one competition, a group of five people fights to kill a condemned prisoner, and a group of ten people fights against each other." Looking at the teenagers in the meal, Feng Zhong whispered to Wang Xu.

Wang Xu nodded slightly, cannibalism is not allowed, how to stimulate the blood of Xiaojin Yiwei.

The answer lies in the death row prisoners, Fuzhou is a big state, and countless death row prisoners are arrested by six doors every day, some of which are used to kill the head of the vegetable market, and some of which become consumables for the Jinyi Guard.

This kind of killing training will be carried out once or twice a month, and when the little brocade guards are adults and are about to leave the training camp, they will also be sent out to besiege bandits, bandits, horse gangs, and wanted criminals.

It is no exaggeration to say that every teenager who grew up from the training camp and eventually joined the Jinyi Guard has a few lives on his hands, but he is not a child soldier who has never seen blood.

"You go ahead and arrange it." Wang Xu waved his hand gently, he just didn't have anything to do today, just look at Jinyiwei's training.

Whoa, whoa...

With the sound of chains shaking, hundreds of death row prisoners were brought up under the custody of Jinyiwei.

Some of these people are bandits, some are robbers, some are caught killing people by mistake, and some are Jiangyang thieves.

No matter what they were before, they are now consumables of Jinyiwei, and the only value of living is to act as a whetstone for Xiaojinyiwei, exercising their qi, blood and courage.

"My lord, I was wronged, I didn't kill anyone, I was wronged!"

A middle-aged man with a sallow face, walking, knelt on the ground with a puff, and kowtowed to Wang Xu's position again and again.

Wang Xu was unmoved, the tea lid was pressed on the teacup, and he continued to drink tea without raising his head.

When the middle-aged man saw it, he screamed even louder, causing the Jinyi guard who was guarding him to come up quickly and hit him with a stick.

Burst!!

The brain is the most vulnerable place in the human body, and after a stick on it, the middle-aged man's body shook twice and fell heavily to the ground.

Looking at the middle-aged man who was beaten and bleeding and fell to the ground and was still muttering, Wang Xu took a sip of tea, rinsed his mouth, and spit on the ground.

"Let's get started." Wang Xu's face was cold, maybe the middle-aged man had a family, maybe he was really wronged, but what does this have to do with him.

As a new generation who grew up in modern society and didn't dare to help an old lady when she fell, Wang Xu was even more numb and indifferent than the Chinese people in Lu Xun's pen.

In real life, we are all insensitive, and when we get to the movie world, we can become the Virgin, that's not funny.

"Let's go!"

As soon as Feng Zhong gave the order, two brocade guards came out, one untied a prisoner's shackles, and the other threw six weapons on the ground.

Knives, swords, axes, sticks, shields, guns...

Six weapons, each different, scattered at the feet of both sides.

Jin Yiwei pushed the prisoner who was unshackled, and said: "You choose first, there will be five little cubs to fight with you, kill them, and you will be free!" ”

"Really?" The prisoner was a mountain bandit, with a beard on his face, and he looked particularly savage.

Jin Yiwei didn't answer his question, but said impatiently: "Hurry up." ”

The prisoner swallowed and spat, not speaking, whether he could survive or not depends on today.

Pick up an axe, take it in your hand and swing it twice, it's too heavy, although the other side is a teenager, but it's an elite cultivated by Jinyiwei, if you can't get it, there will be a hard battle for a while, and the axe, a weapon that seriously consumes physical strength, is not the first choice.

Picking and choosing, the mountain bandits finally chose the big knife, this choice is expected and reasonable.

"You, you, you, you, and you, out of the ranks!" The mountain bandits chose their weapons, and the Jinyi guard named five people from among the teenagers.

The five teenagers looked at each other, and without waiting for the commander to speak, they picked up their weapons with ease, and one of the strongest teenagers with a shield in front of them, and the others followed with weapons to the left and right.

"This kind of battle, we will hold it twice a month, don't look at the young age of these little cubs, in fact, they are quite familiar with the way of battle formations, especially good at a group of five, or a group of ten people, each person has a few lives in their hands, and the number of people killed is not less than these people." During the confrontation, Feng Zhong whispered and explained the situation in the field to Wang Xu.

Wang Xu raised his head slightly, and said softly: "According to what you say, wouldn't they have won, so what else is there to fight?" ”

Feng Zhong smiled on his face and replied: "Fighting is not the goal, the purpose is to exercise their courage, kill and kill, kill and kill, and if you are used to killing, you will not be soft." ”