In the grassland outside the Saiwai, the wind is cold.

The gate of the majestic Panlong Fort in northern Xinjiang slowly opened.

A group of black cavalry galloped out.

In their hands, they held high the military flag of the Final Jin Dynasty, that is, the Big Dipper Seven Star Banner with red characters on a black background, and rushed to the depths of the grassland in the distance.

The knights went to expel the Beihu herdsmen who had crossed the border to graze their cattle to show the martial might of the final Jin dynasty.

Looking at the distant riding shadows, the castle began the daily routine winter training of the soldiers.

The recruit training camp where Linghupo is located is more than 50 miles on the right front side of Mayi City, a military town called Panlong Fort, for winter training for recruits.

It was still dark outside and the barracks where the new soldiers were sleeping was still pitch black, and there was no wake-up horn.

In their sleep, they were driven out by a group of training camp sergeants who whipped them with horsewhips.

Standing in an open space, waiting for the distribution of today's breakfast.

"It's all for Lao Tzu to stand up, one after another, don't rob, line up, after eating, go to training immediately!"

A non-commissioned officer who looked like a sergeant major shouted in front of the recruits.

Not far from the ranks of recruits, there was another clean place, where seventeen or eighteen training camp guards were sitting.

After beating this group of recruits just now, the guards sat on the ground with their swords and arrows, and stared at the recruits with horsewhips in their hands, still unsatisfied.

In front of them were fine bread and gruel, as well as some dried meat, squatting or standing, in groups of three or five, with sneering eyes, looking at Linghupo and these new pawns.

From time to time, he also pointed at this group of new pawns and laughed uncontrollably.

This group of regular sergeants does have the capital to mock this group of recruits.

They were wearing the military uniforms of the Final Jin Dynasty, the Xuanjia soap clothes, neat and new, and the helmets and armor were the same.

In addition, everyone has a standard weapon of the army of the Final Jin Dynasty - the ring head sword.

On the other hand, Linghupo's group of new pawns are wearing shabby military uniforms, without a complete set of serial numbers, either short clothes or long pants, which looks very funny.

In addition, many of these new soldiers were very thin, because many of them were exiles, or exiled prisoners, etc., and they were hungry and cold, and they had never had enough to eat.

Lifting the tattered clothes on everyone's abdomen, revealing ribs, pinching with your hands, you can lift the skin without any fat with one hand.

In comparison, Linghu Po is considered strong.

He understands that this period of recruit training is also a great test for him.

In this boot camp, he did not have any peculiarities.

The new pawn eats very simple food in the morning, a piece of black flour cake and a bowl of rice porridge per person.

The 'porridge' smelled like mud dug out of a river, dark black, and smelled strange.

One person is given a worn-out clay porcelain bowl, which is used as a tableware and a water cup.

This thing is estimated to have been transported from the official kiln and waste heap in the Kannai.

Walking to the cauldron with an earthen porcelain bowl, the sergeant making porridge covered it directly with a spoon.

It doesn't matter if the hot porridge will spill out and burn your hands, just call the next one.

A new soldier who walks slowly, or stops to say a few words, will be punched and kicked by the sergeant next to him.

In serious cases, they were even dragged out to stand and whipped, and they were not allowed to eat.

Ling Hupo's hand was also burned, but he couldn't help but say nothing, let alone throw away the porcelain bowl.

He held his porcelain bowl firmly, holding the strange taste of porridge in one hand and a tortilla harder than a stone in the other, and found an empty spot and squatted down.

Slowly tear the bread in your hand, stuff it into your mouth, and chew it repeatedly.

In ancient times, people had good teeth, and this environment could be honed into steel teeth.

In order to survive, you must endure everything, and you have to suffer everything.

A young man who was not much older than Ling Hupo, but who was obviously whiter, squatted timidly beside him.

"Big brother, my name is Xu Shichang, may I ask what is your name?" He introduced himself first.

He is very clever, his mouth is quite sweet, and he is a big brother when he opens his mouth.

However, Linghu Po didn't care about this.

Nowadays, it's better to be a big brother than a little brother.

"My name is Linghu Po."

The two teenagers, both at the age of eighteen or nineteen, talked quite speculatively at once.

From Xu Shichang's mouth, Ling Hupo knew.

His family was originally born in a wealthy merchant family in Qingzhou, and belonged to the kind of slaves and 10,000 acres of fertile land.

Xu Shichang's father was a philanthropist.

He helped the poor, regardless of relatives and relatives, and enjoyed a high prestige in the local area.

Naturally, his character and style offended many local magnates.

Not long ago, his father was framed by the enemy in collusion with the government, put him in prison, and died tragically in prison.

Not to mention that the family property was confiscated, he and his mother were sent to the army again.

Pity his mother, who was so pampered and pampered, that she could endure such suffering, and died of illness on the way to distribution.

Along the way, Xu Shichang was good-looking, and was often brutally humiliated by the prison bullies.

"From now on, you will follow me, and no one will bully you again!"

Seeing that he was an orphan, Hu Po thought that he had come to this world, and he was currently unaccompanied, and he had the same fate.

He angrily recognized this brother and became the eldest brother.

"Well, thank you, big brother."

A trace of red clouds appeared on Xu Shichang's pale face, and his eyes were full of tears of gratitude.

He looked at Linghu Slope, like a floating straw in the vast ocean.

Half an hour later, a rude-looking sergeant major appeared in front of the new pawn.

He's the supervisor in the training camp, and he's on the team.

His greasy mouth grinned, and from time to time he used his fingernails to find the minced meat between his teeth.

The military uniform on his body was a little messy, and he was followed by a thin young woman.

Judging by this woman's cowardly expression, it is estimated that she is a maid in the castle, which is lower than the level of the prostitute in the brothel.

"Quiet, you've eaten, this official speaks, from now on, a two-month harsh winter training, until the end of spring next February, in these two months, if you can't bear the training, continue to be your prisoner, supervise the labor."

"However, once the devil training has survived these two months, tactical training such as weapons and queues will begin, and the winners will be assigned to equestrian training, and after half a year, they will be like these sergeants, eating and drinking spicy, having money to take, and having mother-in-law to sleep with..."

This guy is the same nonsense, and after reprimanding, he shook his hand and ordered loudly:

"Now, let's start running with our official's horse!"

After the team finished speaking, they turned and flipped over to a tall war horse next to them.

As soon as he clamped the horse's belly, the horse's got it and trotted out of the way.

Linghu Po and their group of new pawns ran behind their butts.

No one shouted the password, the running posture was very weird, there were thousands of postures, and the pace of more than 300 people was very disordered.

No matter what posture you are, as long as you can keep up with the horse's pace.

Once left behind, they were whipped with a horsewhip by a sergeant who was also riding a horse.

Some of them really couldn't run, and the new pawns who were paralyzed on the ground were whipped open to the flesh.

The so-called harsh winter training of the new pawn devil is actually very simple.

It's running, running, running.