On February 27th, the prefect Yang Quanqi returned to Jiyang City after inspecting the county.

After finishing the official business, I returned to the inner hall and saw a black wooden box placed on the desk, which was military intelligence transferred from the governor's office.

Use the key to open the secret box. There are two messages inside. One is that the former Qin Dynasty captured Yaonu Fort and Silk Pu Fort where various tribes were massacred; the other is that the Later Yan Dynasty mobilized troops from the four states to march towards the Western Yan Dynasty. A war is imminent.

Yang Quanqi put down the intelligence and frowned. The war situation in the north was tense. The court had to transfer him away from Luoyang. Xiahou Zongzhi was good at managing government affairs, but he was not familiar with military affairs. He didn't know if Luoyang City was in danger. He sighed lightly and said he was not in his position.

If you don't plan for the government, you can't manage it.

Xinye County was the only place for the northern troops to go south. The three thousand soldiers and horses in the county were poorly trained. The former prefect Wei Ren deducted food and wages and forced the soldiers to farm the land and do business for profit.

After he took office, he supplemented his food and salary, stepped up training, and implemented new training methods in the army. However, most of these soldiers and horses were unable to be trained, and they were just mixed troops and paid. If a war came, I'm afraid it would be of little use.

What he can really rely on is the 500 ethnic soldiers under his command. I wonder if the 800 new troops can be used. After seeing the results of the training, Yang Quanqi paid more and more attention to these two new troops. After thinking for a while, he drafted a draft.

The content of the next new army competition was determined: array, archery and skill competition.

On March 1st, the sun was shining brightly, the spring breeze was gentle, flags were flying, and Yang Quanqi and others ascended to the general stage amid the sound of drums.

The drums stopped, and the two new troops stood as solemn as a forest, motionless as a mountain, and majestic. Yang Quanqi nodded with satisfaction. In one and a half months, the training of the two new troops began to bear fruit. Yang's drill method was implemented in the army, and the results were good.

The golden drums sounded, the flags waved, and the two new armies advanced or retreated, left or right, under the command of different flags. It can be said that they advanced and retreated in a measured manner.

Yang Guang stroked his beard and said: "Yes, both new armies have practiced well. Especially Anyuan, who has been living in the military camp for the past month and a half without slacking off at all, so he can achieve today's results."

Yang Quanqi remained silent. He knew that his eldest brother had always been close to Anyuan, so he would put in a good word for him whenever he had the opportunity. Although An Xuan did not live in the military camp permanently, he still had a hard time running around in order to finalize the product. Let's just talk about Yang's training method and Yang's plow.

It brought an opportunity for the Yang family to raise goods, and the credit was far greater than that of Anyuan.

The drums stopped, the flags condensed, and the queues were rearranged horizontally and vertically. Following Yang Quanqi's instructions, Yang Siping loudly announced the results of the array competition, regardless of the winner or loser.

In the second archery competition, the two armies each selected sixty archers, and they were divided into groups of twenty to shoot at thirty-step targets, fifty-step targets, and eighty-step targets. The winner was determined by the number of shots that hit the target.

In the past half month, Zhao Tian has strengthened his archery training. At the thirty-step target, the two armies were almost the same. At the fifty-step target, they lost slightly. At the eighty-step target, Yang Anyuan's team won.

The results were announced, and Yang Anyuan's team burst into cheers.

Zhao Tian, ​​Yan Zhuang and others looked ugly, Yin Ji clenched his teeth, and the muscles on his face were beating hard. After returning, he had to let the soldiers practice archery for half an hour, even if their hands were swollen. They must not do it again in the next competition.

lose.

Yang Anxuan sighed secretly, he saw everyone's hard work in the past half month, but the basic difference cannot be changed in a short time.

The training intensity of these soldiers under his command has increased, and the food supplies can keep up. They are much stronger than before. Yang Anxuan believes that by the end of three months of training, his new army will definitely win.

Zhao Tian said in a low voice: "In the third competition, you can only win and not lose. If you lose, including me, you will not be allowed to eat tonight, and you will be given 100 sit-ups, 100 push-ups, and 100 squats every day."

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A contest of skills, that is, fighting and fighting to kill the enemy. More than 400 people formed a square formation, holding wooden sticks, and walked forward slowly. The formation method in the army was derived from the description in "Sun Bin's Art of War* Ten Formations". The training time of the new army was still short.

, only one kind of square matrix is ​​learned.

Yang Anxuan didn't know much about the formation, so he followed the command of Zhao Tian and Yan Zhuang. The square formation was in the shape of a back, with strong and numerous troops on the four sides, few troops in the center, and the commander in the middle. Yin Ji was at the front of the square formation, holding a shield in his left hand.

, right hand stick, eager to try.

Yang Anyuan's team also formed a square formation. Cen Minghu said with a smile: "Compared to the two armies, they are no match. Let's kill them and let them know how powerful we are."

Another military lord is Yang Xiang. Yang Xiang said: "Don't underestimate the enemy. I heard that the Third Young Master has come up with something new."

Cen Minghu said disapprovingly: "Frills and bells and whistles are of little use. Colonel Yang, I will ask you to go to the front line."

Twenty steps away, Cen Minghu raised his wooden stick provocatively at Yin Ji on the opposite side. Yin Ji's eyes narrowed and he shouted in a low voice: "Brothers, follow me forward."

Shouting "one two one" in unison, Zhao Tian's troops, led by Yin Ji, began to charge.

Yang Siping said solemnly on the general platform: "It is as fast as the wind, as slow as the forest, as aggressive as fire, as motionless as a mountain, as unpredictable as the shadows, and as moving as thunder. It has mastered the art of war. Second brother, the new army has been trained.

It’s worthy of reuse.”

When Cen Minghu saw the opponent advancing like a wall, with momentum like a rainbow, he raised the wooden stick in his hand and shouted, "Kill!" not to be outdone.

The sound of killing is everywhere, and it is majestic and majestic.

The two phalanxes collided together, the sticks flew away, and screams continued. Some people were constantly hit in the vitals by the gray bag on the front of the stick, and they quit the competition.

A soldier in front of Yin Ji Tiaofei saw Cen Minghu rushing towards him. He roared and rushed towards Cen Minghu. He pointed his stick forward and stabbed Cen Minghu's chest.

The two of them had competed no less than a hundred times. Cen Minghu knew Yin Ji's moves very well. He calmly raised his stick and pushed it away. Then the stick sank downwards and stabbed Yin Ji's lower abdomen.

Yin Ji struck the front of the shield with his left hand, and the stick hit the shield surface, causing white dust to rise. Cen Minghu drew the stick and swept it downwards, swinging towards Yin Ji's calf.

His sight was blocked by the shield, and noisy shouts could be heard in his ears. Yin Ji was a little slow to dodge, and the tip of the stick was swept from his trouser leg, and his foot was broken.

He threw away the stick in his hand bitterly and glared at Cen Minghu angrily. Cen Minghu laughed and said: "Brother Ji, I'm sorry, I'll treat you to a drink next time."

As soon as Yinji was defeated, Cen Minghu was as powerful as a ferocious tiger and led his men to charge forward. The decline of Zhao Tian's side was already evident.

Yang Guangdao: "After all, Anyuan has led troops for many years and led his troops to kill enemies on the battlefield many times. Nothing can compare to An Xuan's military talk on paper."

Yang Anxuan realized that something was wrong and said to Zhao Tian: "Zhao Sima, howl and shrink into a group, I will lead the people to defeat the enemy's front."

The low horn sounded, and the soldiers had learned military discipline. One long horn and one short horn meant shrinking the formation. Everyone was familiar with the drill of dividing and reuniting. They faced the enemy and moved back, exposing the rear team, and waited for the rear team to become the front team and take a stand.

, and wait for the front team to move back again.

There was a bit of chaos at the beginning. Captains such as Sun Zhong and He Qing restrained the commander, who restrained the corps commander, and the corps commander yelled at the soldiers. Soon the formation stabilized and the array tightened toward the center.

Yang Anxuan did not retreat but advanced, passing through the gap in the human wall to the front of the formation. Cen Minghu rushed to the front first. Yang Anxuan did not say much, and the sound of sticks hanging in the wind swept across the battlefield.

Cen Ming's tiger stick was howling in the wind. He knew that the stick was powerful and did not dare to be careless. He raised the stick with both hands to block it.

With a "click", the stick in Cen Minghu's hand was bent and snapped. Cen Minghu was startled and jumped back on tiptoe. Yang Anxuan put the stick away and said with a smile: "Replace the stick and come again."

Cen Minghu changed the stick in his hand, with a solemn expression on his face. He held the tail of the solid stick in his right hand and lightly held the stick body in his left hand. He shook out a big stick flower with all his strength. It was hard and soft, and soft and changed, and hit Yang Anxuan's face with unpredictable changes.

Yang Anxuan later retreated and stabbed straight with the stick in his hand. The tip of the stick hit the tip of the stick in Cen Minghu's hand, and the stick flower disappeared immediately. Cen Minghu's heart trembled, and the stick in his hand vibrated again, and the stick flower rose again, and struck Yang Anxuan's left waist in an arc.

When the stick was about a foot away from his waist, Yang Anxuan's shot was like lightning. He spit out the stick and cut off the sweeping arc again.

Cen Minghu was so depressed that he had no choice but to retreat and stop his attack. Yang Anxuan did not attack, but smiled and waited for Cen Minghu to be more energetic and swing his stick to hit him again.

Yang Anxuan saw that Cen Minghu had lost all his sharp energy, and his body and stick merged into one, with the force of a rainbow drinking from a stream, and struck Cen Minghu's head.

Cen Minghu met each other with his horizontal sticks. When the two sticks met, the "click" sound came again. The stick in Cen Minghu's hand was broken in the middle, and the tip of Yang Anxuan's stick was also broken.

While Cen Minghu was stunned, Yang Anxuan united his body and stick, and the broken stick was as fast as lightning, hitting Cen Minghu's chest, and then retracted it with a light touch.

Cen Minghu sighed, broke off the stick in his hand and threw it away, and said seriously: "My Cen family has been practicing swordsmanship for generations (1). I hope that I will have the opportunity to compete with the third master on horseback in the future."

Yang Anxuan nodded, and Cen Minghu retreated. He stretched out his foot to pick up a wooden stick on the ground. Yang Anxuan was as powerful as a mad tiger, unstoppable, and in a moment he swept out a hollow.

Zhao Tian was overjoyed and sent an order: "Beat the drum and move forward."

The drum beat was inspiring, Zhao Tian's team was unstoppable, and Yang Anyuan's team retreated steadily.

On the general stage, Yang Guang looked solemn, Yang Siping clicked his tongue in admiration, and Yang Quanqi stroked his beard and smiled.

These new troops have been so powerful after only one and a half months of operation. If they have time to practice life and death on the battlefield, they will be a strong army. An Yuan and An Xuan are our two tigers, and the Yang family army will not worry about having no successors.

Yang Anyuan shouted loudly, "Hold on, stand back and take responsibility." As he said this, he and Yang Xiang rushed forward, attacking Yang Anxuan from both sides.

Zhao Tian, ​​Yan Zhuang and others rushed forward one after another, and Yang Anxuan shouted: "You don't have to come over, just watch the battle from the sidelines."

The surrounding soldiers stopped fighting and gathered around, waiting for the general to decide the winner.

Yang Anyuan looked at the third brother standing tall and tall, with mixed feelings in his heart. In less than half a year, he no longer recognized the troublesome third brother. Thinking about what the third brother had done recently, it was really frustrating.

As soon as the thought flashed through his mind, it was swept away by the vigorous fighting spirit.

Ever since I was little, my mother has told me that if I want to change my destiny, I have to work hard. As a concubine, I have to work twice as hard as my brothers. Yang Anshen is practicing martial arts while drinking and partying. Yang Anxuan is killing enemies on the battlefield while riding a horse and hunting. He gets up early and stays late.

Sleep and never dare to slack off.

Yang Anyuan looked at Yang Anxuan resolutely. If he didn't fight, who would mother and Li'er rely on in the future? Do they have to rely on Yang Anxuan's kindness to give alms? Only when power is held in the hands, there is no need to rely on others, even father and son brothers.

Glancing at Yang Xiang, Yang Anyuan jumped up, his stick caught in the wind, and headed down. Yang Xiang hesitated for a moment, then stepped to the left, sweeping the stick towards Yang Anxuan's waist.

Yang Anxuan's steps staggered and he ducked to the right. The true energy came out of his body. Under the pull of the energy, the trajectory, strength, and changes of Yang Anyuan and Yang Xiang's sticks were all obvious.

His body moved quickly, his true energy flowed up along the stick, and the stick in his palm was like a snake spitting out a message, stimulating Yang Xiang's face. Yang Xiang was a little hesitant, and when he saw the stick coming and going, he hurriedly sealed it. Unexpectedly, the stick in Yang Anxuan's hand trembled, and the tip of the stick lowered.

Point, run towards the throat.

Yang Xiang was shocked and quickly retreated. Yang Anyuan hurriedly swept Yang Anxuan's back with his stick, surrounding Wei and rescuing Zhao.

Yang Anxuan stood up with his stick, then took advantage of the momentum and swung up, kicking Yang Xiang's chest with his toes.

With a "pop" sound, Yang Xiang was kicked out about ten feet away. Fortunately, Yang Anxuan restrained his strength, and Yang Xiang felt his chest tighten, but was not injured.

Yang Anyuan's stick hit the upright wooden stick. Yang Anyuan had kicked Yang Xiang back and landed lightly on the ground. He kicked the tip of the stick on the ground, and the stick tip shot towards Yang Anyuan with sand and dust, and Yang Anyuan had to turn sideways.

avoid.

Yang Xiang hesitated for a moment, did not attack forward, and took two steps back to get out of the battlefield. Although Yang Xiang retreated, Yang Anyuan's fighting spirit did not diminish. The stick in his hand flew up and down, whistling in the wind, and pressing forward step by step.

Yang Anxuan had fought against Yang Anyuan before, and was often punished with bruises and bruises. Now the situation was reversed. The seemingly continuous stick movements became slow in Yang Anxuan's eyes. The long stick vibrated and pierced the center of the arc.

With a "pop" sound, the stick flowers immediately dissipated. Yang Anyuan felt the stick in his hand trembling, as if it had turned into a living creature and was about to run away. He remembered that the master who taught him martial arts said that there are masters in the martial arts who can use objects to transmit power.

The hurt is invisible.

He took two steps back to eliminate the strength of the stick, but his hands still felt sore and numb. Yang Anyuan looked at Yang Anxuan in surprise. The brothers in the clan all used the same masters to practice martial arts. When did Yang Anxuan learn the inner strength? Could it be that he felt wrong.

The crowd parted, and Yang Quanqi walked in with a big smile. He held Yang Anyuan with his left hand and Yang Anxuan with his right hand, saying: "When two tigers fight, one of them will be injured. You are all good sons of my Yang family. If you are capable of making contributions on the battlefield, you don't need to be in school."

Yang Shangfen, you will live and die."

Pulling his two sons, Yang Quanqi faced everyone and said in a loud voice: "Today's competition, both of them win, each will be rewarded with a fat pig. In addition, I have decided that each of the two teams will be given twenty military horses to learn riding and shooting."
Chapter completed!