The brigade was disbanded, and Mo Cong quickly found the recruits of his squad.

"Are these his subordinates?" Standing in front of a group of small soldiers, Mo Cong thought silently in his heart, silently looking at the ten recruits in front of him.

These ten recruits come from all over the world, tall, short, fat and thin. They also looked at Mo Cong one after another, looking at this legendary officer who had never been on the battlefield at all, but defeated the general banner.

Curiosity, doubt, distrust......

Mo Cong instantly understood their eyes.

"Brothers, my name is Mo Cong. Tell us about yourself. Mo Cong said lightly.

After staying in the barracks for three months, Mo Cong also had a general understanding of the way of leading troops of those senior officers. Know when to be amiable and when to be majestic. At the moment, these recruits have a clear distrust of themselves, and in such a situation, a moderate prestige must be established as soon as possible.

This is not to put on a score, but to increase the sense of security and trust of these creeps.

The ten creeps looked at each other and introduced themselves vaguely.

One of the recruits, Huang Wei, asked in a stunned voice: "Sir Mo, you have never even been on the battlefield, and you have no experience at all, so what do you rely on to guide us recruits? When you get to the battlefield, what do you rely on to command us to fight?"

This Huang Wei, from the first time they met to the present, his eyes were full of distrust when he looked at Mo Cong. Ever since he knew that he had been on the battlefield with an officer who had never been on the battlefield, his mood was like a lump of bird poop falling from the sky, unfortunate and depressed.

"Why?" Mo Cong smiled, "That's it!" Mo Cong kicked the ground casually as he spoke, and a fist-sized stone flew up in the air. He slammed his palm into a knife and slashed diagonally, and with a snap, the stone turned to powder.

The soldiers looked down at the small pits that appeared out of thin air on the stone floor, and then at the powder wafting in the wind, and they were speechless in surprise.

After coming to the barracks for three months, Mo Cong deeply understood a truth: the army is a place where strength speaks. If you don't have strength, or if you don't show a little strength, it's really hard to move an inch, and all the people in the barracks will look down on you, even the war horses will look down on you. Now seeing the distrustful eyes of this group of small soldiers, Mo Cong knew that it was time to show his strength again.

Sure enough, after Mo Cong showed his hand, a group of small soldiers suddenly stood in shock and froze. The recruit named Huang Wei was even more exaggerated, his mouth was open enough to stuff an egg into it.

"I really haven't been on the battlefield. But I know that going to the battlefield is nothing more than two things, either kill or be killed. Mo Cong looked around at a group of stunned soldiers and said calmly: "Experience is only meaningful to those who survive. And only those who are strong enough can survive the brutal battlefield. What I can help you with is to maximize your strength in the shortest possible time, so as to maximize the damage to the enemy and survive yourself. ”

Most of the creeps hadn't recovered from the shock of his thunderous blow, and the few creeps who came back to their senses just nodded blankly.

"Huang Wei, do you think it's unlucky to follow a commander like me?" Mo Cong changed his words, looked at the recruit named Huang Wei, and suddenly asked.

"Don't hide it from Mo Xiaoqi, just now, it was a little. But now... Now ......" Huang Wei's face was red and white.

From distrust to admiration, Huang Wei's attitude towards Mo Cong has taken a 180-degree turn. But out of the arrogance of the young man, he didn't want to change his face so quickly. So a word of admiration has obviously reached the lips, but it can't be said anything.

"So, I'll tell you a story. Mo Cong looked at Huang Wei and looked around at everyone again. "You all know Commander Chen, right? It's Chen Ruoping Chen, who recruited you up. When he first joined the Central Army, he was a small banner like me, and he also carried ten recruits. However, it only took seven years, and he was already the commander of our Central Army. And four of the ten recruits in the squad have already given their lives for the country. Of the six people who survived, there were two deputy commanders, three pipe bands, and one deputy pipe band. ”

"Huh?"

"Wow!"

The soldiers were shocked and amazed.

Mo Cong observed everyone's expressions and continued: "I tell this story to confirm a sentence: there are no weak soldiers under a strong general! Everyone has seen my strength, although it may not be stronger than Lord Chen, but it is definitely not a straw bag. So, I can't say how lucky you are when you are assigned to me, but you are definitely not unlucky. ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" the soldiers nodded as if they were pecking rice.

"Okay, I'll first tell you about the nine formations between the various arms in large-scale battles, and then I'll explain the technique of dividing and attacking in a squad unit in the evening. Mo Cong saw that the nonsense was almost over, so he brought the topic back on track.

"There were originally ten kinds of military formations in our country, but in the process of passing them down from generation to generation, one was unfortunately lost. Therefore, there are only nine formations commonly used in the army now. These nine formations, according to the arrangement and combination of different weapons such as spears, sabers, bows and arrows, shields, etc., can evolve into ninety-nine eighty-one changes. Okay, I'm going to explain it to you one by one. ”

When the small soldiers heard this, there were nine formations and eighty-one changes.

The heads are all big.

"Mo Xiaoqi, can you tell us how you defeated Tan Zongqi first?"

"Yes, why did you defeat him and he became your commander?"

The minions asked.

Rather than boring formations, they prefer to listen to all kinds of gossip between the chiefs. Especially the gossip between Mo Cong and Tan Xingyu, which seems to have endless shady scenes.

"This... I was older than him and had more strength than him, so I naturally defeated him. Mo Cong thought for a moment and replied plausibly. "As for why he became my commander instead, this is a decision made by the top level of the left guard after careful consideration, and I don't know why. ”

"Then what kind of knife did you use to defeat him?"

"In addition, Mo Xiaoqi, you obviously kicked down just now, how could the stone fly. And what is the name of your work of smashing stones, and can you teach us?"

"yes, that trick just now is so handsome, I want to learn it too. I learned to go out to pick up girls, and I must be sure to soak one by one. A little soldier drooled in reverie.

What kind of people are these?

Mo Cong couldn't laugh or cry when he heard it.

Except for the thirteen styles of the saber, Mo Cong actually didn't learn any swordsmanship at all. After coming to the barracks, the indiscriminate chopping and slashing techniques that were repeatedly performed did not have any moves at all, and they were completely played at will based on their own imagination and understanding, and they were performed more than a dozen times before and after, and the dozen times were completely different. So until now, Mo Cong didn't know what the name of his sword technique was. Xu Hu half-jokingly named this knife method "Random Chopping Wood Knife Method", but such a name obviously has a playful surname, and it is not very good, so it may not always be called like this in the future.

As for the kung fu of stepping on the flying stone just now, as well as the kung fu of smashing the stone with the palm knife, it was completely taught by the old man. The two strokes just now seemed simple, but they were the result of more than ten years of hard work. There is not only the mental method of urging the true qi, but also the mantra for using the true qi, which will not be clear for a while. Moreover, in order not to reveal the origin of martial arts, Mo Cong didn't want to make it clear.

Thinking of this, Mo Cong looked around at everyone and said, "My sword technique... Well... Some people call it the chopping wood knife method, and if you have time, you can teach everyone to practice. As for the one who gets the stones, this brother's proposal is good, and it can be used to pick up girls. But since that's the case, I have to be reserved, otherwise the girls will be soaked by you, what should I do?"

The minions laughed.

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