There was a lot of commotion in a group of relatives, and in a few minutes, the entire Xuanhuo camp had become chaotic. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Almost all the soldiers in the battalion were old and weak, and after a long time of settling down, how many people had seen such a formation? For a while, they crawled out of the barracks with their bare buttocks, their clothes disheveled, and they couldn't find weapons in their hectic ...... All kinds of people were in chaos, and shouting and cursing continued to emerge from all corners of the barracks.

"Nima, didn't you just go to school a few days ago? Why do you have to come again now? Did the new battalion officer eat too much?"

Lao Tzu hasn't touched a knife for several years, so if you want to practice, practice yourself, don't block Lao Tzu from sleeping. ”

"The new battalion officer, is that little bastard with white skin and tender meat? The surname is Yang, right? I think it should be surnamed Pig, and the pig and dog are not as good as the pig!"

Many battalion soldiers were shouting and scolding, and some people honestly wore armor, brought weapons, and went to the school field according to the instructions. Still, their steps were slow, and they were all watching the veterans who refused to get out of the barracks. The Xuanhuo Battalion is like this, among ordinary soldiers, the people who really speak effectively are still these ruffians who are hangers.

Yang Yi, the personal guard, dragged out a guy with a **** upper body from the tent. He looks like he is in his thirties and very thin, although his strength and ability are not at the same level as Yang Yi, his left arm is also firmly grasped by Yang Yi, and he still scolds in his mouth without admitting defeat: "Acquaintance, hurry up and let go of grandpa." Otherwise, you kid won't be able to eat and walk around. Lao Tzu just doesn't go to school, how do you **** dare to treat grandpa and me?"

Several young relatives gathered around Yang Tianhong immediately ran towards this side, their movements were neat and uniform, and they surrounded Yang Yi and the soldiers who didn't listen to the scolding. Before the soldier could react, he had already received a few punches in the face, and he fell to the ground involuntarily. A group of fierce and vicious relatives in the outer courtyard of the Yang family immediately added fists and kicks, without mercy, and a cloud of dust suddenly rose in the middle of the crowd, and only a figure could be vaguely seen rolling back and forth on the dry ground, constantly making terrible screams.

After a long while, the Yang family's entourage threw the dying soldier out of the circle and spat several mouthfuls of thick phlegm on this half-dead guy.

Something like this is happening everywhere throughout the barracks. The Yang family's personal entourage is basically a group of tough thugs, under the leadership of the guards who have drunk the pill, eaten the body forging pill, and cultivated to at least the first level of qi refining, they beat more than a thousand disrespectful battalion soldiers to the point that the ghosts are crying wolves.

Yang Tianhong rode on his horse, staring at these Baoxing indifferently, just indifferently snorting a few cold snorts from his nostrils. He was wearing the high-grade Mingguang armor that only military generals were qualified to equip with, and his helmet and stirrups were polished. In order to make his identity more noble, Meng Qi specially found a high-quality horse for him. On the left and right, Yang Dashan and Yang Dahai were wearing the armor of the Great Chu standard officer. All the Yang family's guards are battalion officers of different classes, and their clothing and armaments are also the envy of ordinary people. Compared with the scrawny battalion soldiers around him, who were no different from beggars, he immediately attracted countless greedy, envious, and jealous eyes.

The role of violence was obvious, and the chaotic battalion suddenly became two distinct camps. More and more people took the initiative to gather on the school grounds, although there were still shouts and scolding in the direction of the barracks, it was much smaller than before, and the ground was also full of beaten and dying soldiers.

Yang Tianhong jumped off his horse, stood on a high platform made of bricks and stones in advance, and quickly swept over every soldier with a cold gaze. Behind him, Meng Qi commanded as many as a hundred black-clothed miscellaneous men, pulling in wagons from outside the barracks. Vehicles gathered around the school yard and carried huge steamers and soup buckets from their carriages. When the lid was lifted, the smell of blood and dust in the air was immediately diluted, and after a few moments, it was completely masked by the rich aroma of steamed buns and broth.

Yes, the steamer is neatly lined with white and fat steamed buns, and the soup bucket is full of oily and hot braised pork. The meat is large, and the fat skin trembles slightly in the sun, making people salivate just by looking at it.

The number of battalions standing on the school grounds was about a thousand. Seeing this scene, the battalion soldiers shook their throats one after another, and their eyes were spewing fire, eager to pounce, grab it, and eat it to their heart's content.

Yang Dahai, who was dressed in a military captain's uniform, strode forward, planted a tall order flag on the ground, and shouted loudly: "Everyone line up and come over to receive steamed buns in order." Two per person. Don't squeeze it, come over one by one. ”

The food in the Xuanhuo Camp is very poor, not to mention meat, even ordinary vegetables are rare, not to mention being able to eat enough. Hearing that there was something to eat, he suddenly rushed over with a "hula", surrounding Yang Dahai and the steamer soup bucket.

"Don't squeeze it, what are you **** robbing?"

The battalion soldiers, who only have food in their eyes, can they care about any rules? They are like starving ghosts who have not eaten for hundreds of years. Yang Dahai roared repeatedly, and the relatives next to him picked up the sticks with thick arms and swept and beat them, but they still couldn't stop the chaotic crowd.

A sturdy battalion soldier relied on his strength, turned over the steamer, held a dozen steamed buns in his hands, bit one in his mouth, and ran out of the crowd with joy on his face.

How can two steamed buns be enough to eat? Grab them back first, and then grab the braised pork.

As soon as such a thought popped into his mind, the battalion soldiers suddenly felt that their bodies were light, and the slightest trace of some terrible force swept through the back of their heads. Immediately afterward, the line of sight also became disoriented, and the whole world was blurry and eerie.

The people next to him exclaimed, "Murder! Murder!"

They saw it clearly: a young man dressed in the uniform of a battalion officer drew his saber and cut off the head of a soldier who was robbing food from behind. The guy was still biting the steamed bun in his mouth until he died, and his round eyes were full of fear and shock.

Yang Dahai, a veteran who had followed the hussar generals for many years, knew very well how to deal with this chaotic situation. For these hungry and crazy guys, it is useless to beat, only to cut off a few living people's heads to make them really afraid.

The head of the deceased was hung high on the top of the flagpole, and the headless body was held up by a wooden frame and erected in the center of the school grounds. The blood on the ground was quickly absorbed by the dry soil, but the smell of blood was still strong, and everyone who walked by felt frightened and consciously lined up, no one cut the line forward, and no one dared to make irresponsible remarks, and the whole school field was silent.

Breakfast was only a stick of incense. According to Yang Tianhong's order, the battalion soldiers who finished eating began to run around the school field.

The officers of the Xuanhuo Camp are very wealthy and have their own houses in the city. The confidants who stayed in the barracks saw that the big thing was not good, and hurriedly passed it as quickly as possible. When the battalion soldiers had just started to run the second lap, Xue Jinbiao, Yin Jianhua, Wu Han and Ma Wenchang rushed into the camp gate one after another and appeared on the school ground.

Yin Jianhua, the deputy battalion officer, walked at the front, his face was particularly ugly, and his face was full of anger. walked up to the high platform, arched his hand casually at Yang Tianhong, and asked, "My lord, what do you mean by this?"

Yang Tianhong looked at the battalion soldiers running on the school field without squinting, and said lightly: "It's just a drill." What, do you have an opinion?"

In a word, the menacing Yin Jianhua was firmly choked, and he searched his intestines and stomach for a long time, but he couldn't find a suitable word to deal with.

Next to him, Ma Wenchang, who was white-skinned, stepped in, smiled and bowed: "Lord Yang, do you know that this Xuanhuo Camp has not practiced much for a long time. You suddenly gave such an order, the brothers all felt sudden, and Lao Yin also felt that he couldn't turn around. Oh, I hope you Haihan. ”

Yang Tianhong turned around slowly, "hummed", and nodded slightly: "The past will be able to be blamed for the past." But from today onwards, the rules of this Xuanhuo Camp must be decided by me. ”

Ma Wenchang felt his eyelids jump for a while, and asked stubbornly: "Dare to ask my lord, what do you mean by this rule?"

Yang Tianhong glanced at him and said calmly: "First, all officers and soldiers of the Xuanhuo Battalion must participate in drills every day. From ordinary soldiers to battalion officers, no one is allowed to disobey orders. ”

Ma Wenchang was stunned for a moment, and after a long time, he hesitated and asked, "My lord, what do you mean, we must also ......"

Yang Tianhong interrupted him unceremoniously: "The general has said, the whole camp will be treated equally." ”

Ma Wenchang and the others looked at each other, and for a long time, Wu Han, who was full of anger, stepped forward and said threateningly: "Lord Yang, this kind of behavior is inevitably a bit too much. You are a school captain, and this official is also a school captain, and Lord Yin, and the official rank is also a school captain. Why should we be like those sergeants?"

Yang Tianhong's eyes became cold and sharp: "I am the main general of the Xuanhuo Battalion." If you don't want to participate in the daily drills, you can give your own lecture to the military department and see what the adults in the military department say.

A sky-big hat was buttoned down, and no one immediately spoke, but his face was full of indignation.

Yin Jianhua decided not to continue to dwell on this matter. He turned around, pointed to the head of the man planted on the flagpole in the distance, and asked angrily, "What is this man's crime? and who killed him?"

Yang Dahai stood up from Yang Tianhong's side, held his head high, and replied proudly: "This person does not respect the orders of the lord and general, and does not kill, it is not enough to make the rules clear." ”

Yin Jianhua looked Yang Dahai up and down, and then asked, "Who are you?"

Yang Dahai said loudly: "I am the new military judge of the Xuanhuo Battalion, and I am responsible for the punishment in the camp. Anyone who dares to disobey will be served with a military stick at the least, and beheaded on the spot. ”

"How dare a mere military judge disrespect the adjutant general?"

Suddenly, a scathing voice drew everyone's attention to Yin Jian's incarnation. There stood a thin man in a black servant's clothes, pointing at Yang Dahai.

Yang Dahai narrowed his eyes, stared coldly at the man in black, and said in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

The man spat arrogantly and said, "I am General Yin's personal entourage, do you dare to verbally collide with the general, are you tired of it? Just like you, my general is not ...... at all."

Before he finished speaking, the man only felt a white light flash in front of his eyes. By the time the generals looked at it, the man in black was already in a different place, and the whole person was split in half from the left shoulder.

Except for Yang Tianhong and the guards around him, no one could see clearly how Yang Dahai came out with the knife, and what kind of moves did he use?

Yin Jianhua's face and body were sprayed with blood. He looked at the corpse of his relatives who was still twitching on the ground in disbelief, turned his head suddenly, stared at Yang Dahai viciously, and subconsciously stretched out his right hand to his waist, holding the handle of the saber hard.

The war knife in Yang Dahai's hand was still dripping blood, and his words were cold and fierce: "This person is not wearing armor and has never reported in the Xuanhuo Camp. This is an important place in the barracks, and anyone who is unidentified will be regarded as a traitor and killed on the spot. ”

Yin Jianhua wiped the blood from his face vigorously, and let out a roar that was not like a human voice from the depths of his throat: "Who said he was unknown? He is my nephew, and everyone in the Xuanhuo Camp knows him!"

Next to him, Yang Tianhong, who had been silent, interjected coldly: "Everyone knows each other, why has Ben never seen it?"

Yin Jianhua froze for a while, turned his head, and stared at Yang Tianhong with bloodshot eyes.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Ma Wenchang hurriedly grabbed Yin Jianhua's hand holding the knife and stepped forward to play a round: "General Yang has just arrived, and it is normal not to know him. It's just that this person is indeed the nephew of Vice General Yin, and we can all testify. ”

Yang Dahai took a step forward, and the horizontal knife blocked in front of Yang Tianhong, his expression was hideous, and his words were gloomy: "This officer took over the post of military law, and went through all the rosters of the whole battalion, except for the deputy general Yin Jianhua, I have never seen a second person surnamed Yin." Even if he can prove this person's identity, he is not a soldier of my Xuanhuo Battalion after all. According to our military regulations, anyone who is not in military office dares to walk around the barracks noisily must be convicted and beheaded. If Adjutant General Yin is not satisfied, he can report to the military department to see which is right and which is wrong. ”

Yin Jianhua was slightly shorter than Yang Dahai, the two of them were very close, in order to make the words more intimidating, Yang Dahai leaned forward and looked at Yin Jianhua condescendingly, and the tips of their noses almost came together. At such a close distance, Yin Jianhua clearly saw the ferocity and fury in the depths of Yang Dahai's pupils, as well as the hideousness and bloodiness that only a warrior of a hundred battles can have.

He couldn't help but shudder, and the hand holding the knife trembled and let go.

There are three kinds of people in the world who are not afraid of death.

One is a madman.

One is a fool.

The last type is the warrior.

Being able to become the deputy general of a battalion, Yin Jianhua himself has the second-layer strength of gas refining. But in front of Yang Dahai, the cultivation he has always been proud of is not even bullshit at all. He had no doubt that Yang Dahai would kill himself with a single sword, just like a few minutes ago, when he split his nephew in half.

Whether it is knife skills or strength, he is not as good as the other party.

What's more, Yang Dahai is right, even if this kind of thing gets into trouble with the Ministry of War, it is still justified by the other party.

This is a heavily guarded barracks, not a vegetable market where everyone can come and go freely.

What's more, this person is also Yang Tianhong's family guard.

I almost forgot that Yang Tianhong is not a military general in the ordinary sense. His father was a famous hussar general.

Thinking of this, Yin Jianhua took a deep breath, with a blue face, he didn't speak, turned around and walked down the high platform, and walked in the direction of the camp gate.

Wu Han and Ma Wenchang followed, but their faces were also not good-looking, and their eyes were also very cold.

The high platform, which was originally crowded with people, suddenly became deserted again.

Of all the officers of the Xuanhuo Battalion, there was only one adjutant general, Xue Jinbiao, left.

Yang Tianhong was still silent, staring at him with a calm gaze.

Xue Jinbiao bent down and clenched his fists at Yang Tianhong, and said in a humble but steady tone: "Dare to ask Lord General, when did the Xuanhuo Camp drill start?"

Yang Tianhong smiled, raised his horsewhip, pointed to the crowd running on the school field, and said, "It's already started today." ”

His voice was slightly low, but it had an indescribable sense of command.

Xue Jinbiao stopped talking, saluted, turned around and walked off the high platform, joining the ranks of the running soldiers.

Looking at the figure mixed in the dust, Yang Tianhong nodded thoughtfully, and said to himself: "This person is not bad. At least, available. ”

......

Yin Jianhua's house is located in Kanghuafang, the capital, which can be regarded as a prosperous area with a lot of expensive land.

In the inner room, there was the constant sound of objects being smashed on the ground and shattering. Among them, it was mixed with Yin Jianhua's angry roar and the woman's "whining" cry.

"My Yin family is already a sparse number of men, and Yang Tianhong actually connived at his subordinates and slashed my nephew. This enmity is not shared, and the sky is not shared!"

"I will report to the Ministry of War, and condemn this man to the crime of being arrogant. ”

"And the side of the prince of Jingning, he must also report the news. If the prince is willing to come forward, this matter will be much easier. Even if Yang Tianhong is still a loyal military captain, as long as he no longer serves as the commander of the Xuanhuo Battalion, Lao Tzu has a way to deal with this little mongrel. ”

Grabbed the last teacup on the table and threw it on the ground and smashed it into pieces, Yin Jianhua, who was full of anger, still felt angry, his chest continued to rise and fall, his eyes showed a fierce light, and his face was red.

A housekeeper trotted in and reported in a low voice: "Master, Uncle Ma is here, saying that he has something important to discuss with you in detail." ”

Yin Jianhua swallowed his throat hard: "Ma Wenchang, what is he doing? Don't you think you can't see enough of my jokes?"

Before the words fell, Ma Wenchang, who was full of anxiety, had already walked in from outside. He had a good relationship with Yin Jianhua, and the family was good on the front foot, and he followed in on the back foot.

"Why should I see any jokes about you? We are both grasshoppers tethered to a thread. No matter who dies, the other can't escape. ”

Ma Wenchang walked in a hurry, as soon as he entered the house, he looked for water everywhere to drink, and saw that the ground was covered with broken porcelain of tea bowls, so he could only sigh: "You still have time to vent your anger here, but you don't go outside to see what happened." This time, we're in big trouble. ”

Yin Jianhua's face froze, and he hurriedly asked, "What's the matter, what's wrong?"