Li Wenshuo is very serious, completely opposite to before the army, he does not seek merit, but seeks no fault, and is steady like an old man in his seventies and eighties.

It's not that he doesn't have the heart to make meritorious contributions, but he really can only use swords, not leads, and I really can't figure out why this errand fell on his head.

Thinking of this, he scolded Liu Ye a few words in his heart, but he sighed, and he didn't think that he had a little more admiration for the general in the camp.

Li Wenshuo knew that he would definitely make mistakes, but he thought that he should make as few mistakes as possible.

But soon, he will understand another truth, and he will remember it well.

On the battlefield, you only need to make one mistake and you will lose everything.

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At noon, the wind is howling, and the sound of various leaves falling from the treetops hitting and falling is mixed together, forming the main theme of autumn and winter on the dam.

On the school field, the guns and halberds were like a forest, and 10,000 sergeants stood silently in the morning breeze, and on the cart pulled by eight bulls side by side, the heavy huge shields were stacked like a hill.

Compared with the grassland and even the border army, the cavalry in Guanzhong is much weaker, not because of the soldiers, but because of the war horses.

This was the case when Taizu opened up the territory two hundred years ago, and now, more than two hundred years have passed, and in fact, not much has changed.

Among the 10,000 sergeants, there are only 2,000 cavalry, and the rest are basically all infantry, all armored, standing neatly in the autumn wind, not moving, 10,000 people are integrated, majestic, and the sense of oppression brought by it is almost suffocating.

Seeing that the two thousand knights behind him were blushing terribly, they stopped talking, and stood quietly, thinking in their hearts that their martial arts were so strong that they couldn't be worse than this group of ordinary soldiers.

But no matter how hard they tried, the team they stood up was crooked, looking different in height and unevenness, without the slightest momentum at all, and it really looked like bandits from the mountains.

But Li Wenshuo is already very satisfied with being able to do this, at least things are a little better than he imagined.

But there are still some doubts, why would Liu Ye allow these Jianghu people to go to the battlefield, the land of Guanzhong has a large population, although there are not many soldiers, but if you really need it, as long as the food and grass are enough, let alone 2,000 people, it is not a problem to recruit 100,000 husbands.

In the wind there was a black banner of swords intersecting, but beneath that sword lay a longbow diagonally.

This is the banner of Wang Li, the great general of the Liyang Dynasty.

This famous general in the Central Plains grassland, famous for his military talent and martial arts, immediately fell under the banner, his blood-colored battle suit flew in the wind, and below it was a hideous crazy tiger armor.

His right-hand man was besieged in Daliang City, and tens of thousands of soldiers were in danger of their lives, fighting three or even five times as many enemies as their own.

And he is about to set off with the last elite and baggage, and when his battle flag reaches the city of Daliang, the fire of this war will be officially ignited, and he is the tinder.

In front of him was a man who was also standing on a tall horse, that man was extremely young, with a magnificent sword at his waist, and a golden armor studded with precious stones, looking at Wang Li in front of him very solemnly.

"The general has fought all the battles and returned safely. The person on the horse bowed his head and had a public attitude, but this piece of equipment is really sassy, there is no doubt that at this time, there is only one person who can be so sassy, and that is Liu Ye.

He didn't want to do this either, but it was a custom, and the armor on his body was still handed down from his ancestors, and it was densely covered with sword scars.

But the effect is not bad, at least the soldiers look at him with eagerness.

But when the king did not answer, he immediately bowed down and bowed.

Liu Ye didn't have an excited expression on his face, in fact, there was some sadness, and people who were a little closer could feel it, indeed, there was nothing to be happy about going to the battlefield.

Even if he is not destined to set foot on the battlefield himself, he has the same attitude towards this.

The chariots, the horses, and the pedestrians, bows and arrows, are all at the waist.

The grandmother and wife sent each other off, and the dust did not see the Xianyang Bridge.

The clothes stopped crying, and the crying went straight to the sky.

Passers-by on the side of the road asked pedestrians, but pedestrians were frequent.

Or from the fifteenth Beifang River, it will go to the forty west camps.

When I went, I was wrapping my head, and when I returned, my head was white.

Liu Ye stood there, with a majestic aura from the House of the Son of Heaven, and the three armies were silent, all of them could hear his words, and they each lowered their heads solemnly.

Immediately, the man raised his head and said in a loud voice: "All the soldiers have fathers, old wives and children, all for themselves and their families, thousands of miles away, don't forget, there are still people waiting in their hometowns, I hope you will fight bravely, guard your brothers and sisters, and return triumphantly." ”

Immediately, a sergeant shouted loudly: "Your Majesty prays, all the soldiers will repay the emperor, and they will definitely slash the enemy chief and return triumphantly!"

The sound shook for ten miles, and the 10,000 army shouted in unison.

"On behalf of the three armies, thank you for this grace. Wang Li bowed in his saddle.

In August of the third year of the Apocalypse, the gate of Chang'an City was opened, and 10,000 soldiers rushed out and marched to the north thousands of miles away.

The man was shrouded in pitch-black iron armor, and he sat safely on his horse, with a dark green sword rope tied around his waist.

A saber is tied to the rope, the knife is plain, the square head is straight, and it is a common weapon on the battlefield.

His armor was heavy, his stature was not very tall, and under the scorching sun, his eyes were closed, and he held the reins in one hand and the other on his chest, slightly uncomfortable.

The armor in Chang'an's elite army is specially customized according to the size of each person, and it is rare that it is not suitable for this, and it is no wonder that it takes as little as a month to build a set of armor and as little as a year to complete.

And these chivalrous guests from all over the world on the rivers and lakes are in a hurry, even if most of the arsenals are made of old armor, it is difficult for everyone to find a pair that fits.

This person's surname is Li Minghaowen, he is a famous boxer in Chang'an City, I don't know what to think in my heart, I actually gave up the comfortable life in the city and joined the army.

The ability is also quite good, but on the battlefield, he always has to suffer some losses when dealing with armored spears with his fists and feet, so he asked for a long knife of the military standard.

Now he is a centurion under Li Wenshuo.

Li Wenshuo is also dressed in a similar attire, but it fits better, with a red rope tied around his head, and the long knife at his waist is replaced by a heavy sword on his back.

The whole body, plus the seventy-five pound sword on his back, weighed one hundred and fifty pounds, and in order to prevent the war horse under him from being too tired, Li Wenshuo even used the technique of light body.

Through the heavy iron armor, he could still feel the hum of the long sword behind him that only he could feel, and the dragon soul in the sword was groaning.

The sword of murder cannot be hidden in the box for a long time, and it must be licked to keep it sharp.

Whether this army can be called a sword or not, and whether it can kill people, depends largely on their leaders, but in the final analysis, it is up to them.

Although nominally, this army is known as the elite of a hundred armies, and it has never slackened its training all day long, but in reality, less than 10% of the people here have actually been on the battlefield.

There may be many people in the Jianghu Righteous Camp, but none of them have ever been on the battlefield.

The journey is hard, and the long journey alone is to make the people in the rivers and lakes who do whatever they want all day long, but fortunately, they can look at the piles of grain around them, and they are also at ease.

"Haowen, how come there is such a thing as a boxing gym in Chang'an City, I have come to the capital many times, why don't I know. Li Wenshuo asked casually.

"General Hui, you are a real master, my boxing gym in the capital is mainly for the recreation of some additional disciples, where can I get into your eyes. ”

Li Haowen said with a smile, neither humble nor arrogant, but also the truth.

In fact, although his cultivation is not high, he is also a person who practices martial arts, and he also has great respect for the son around him who is famous for his martial arts.

It's just that now that I see it, I get along with each other for a few days, and I realize that in fact, Hou Ye is no different from ordinary people, and he is ugly to say, except that his spiritual head is more than them, and he is approachable like his eldest nephew.

"Excess energy, don't go to Yichun Courtyard to find a girl, how can you have the kung fu to box, these sons and brothers in the capital, it's really hard to guess. ”

"General, there is nothing that you can't guess, there are sons in the capital who are ignorant and ignorant, and naturally there are also Taoguang who are obscure. ”

Li Haowen is not only a centurion, but also Li Wenshuo's personal soldier, not because he takes a fancy to the other party's martial arts, with his ability to be at the peak of the initial realm, among the two thousand people, there are no less than 100 people who can beat him.

However, he has read some military books, although it is only on paper, he is much more powerful than Li Wenshuo, and it is naturally extremely important to deal with the upcoming war.

Although it is estimated that the 2,000 of them will not be thrown into the frontal battlefield.

"The north wind is urgent, the north wind is cold, and the little lady is panicking......"

In the army, I don't know who hummed softly, the voice was simple, there was no tone, but it was very pleasant to listen to.