After breakfast the next day, Wang Xiaolie ordered Zhang Jun to be called over. We arrived in the capital yesterday and paid our wages, but the porters hadn't left yet.

After entering the tent, Zhang Jun saw Wang Xiaolie sitting behind the desk and hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

Wang Xiaolie looked at Zhang Jun and said, "The wages have been settled, right? Are you still satisfied?"

Zhang Jun said: "This has been agreed upon a long time ago. There is no shortage. If you say you are satisfied, of course you are not satisfied. How can people be satisfied with money? They all think that more would be better."

Wang Xiaolie smiled softly: "There is no way, the army is also short of money."

After chatting for a while, Wang Xiaolie said: "Yesterday I saw you fighting with Zhang Yong on the street. Your skills were very strong. Have you ever practiced martial arts before?"

Zhang Jundao: "To be fair to the junior officials, my family has a small amount of land, and my parents love me very much. I have practiced it since I was a child. They were all taught by people from the countryside who can throw a few punches. There are no famous teachers."

Wang Xiaolie said with a smile: "In boxing and kicking skills, famous teachers are of course important, but the most important thing is talent. Just like in the army now, among the famous generals in the battle formation, how many of them were taught by famous teachers? Fighting in the battle formation is nothing more than that.

Just ask for help."

Zhang Jun handed over his hand and said, "I don't understand this, but from what I heard, it does make some sense."

Are the moves useful? Of course they are, but their usefulness cannot be overestimated. The real skill of killing people is actually just a few moves. As long as you practice them proficiently and are bold and careful, you will be a good player. In military martial arts, there are actually not too many moves.

Very simple and practical.

I have to admit that a good fighter depends on his talent. He is as strong as an iron tower and as strong as an ox. He is difficult for anyone to deal with. Zhang Jun's body is not huge, but he is naturally strong and agile. He is a different kind of fighter.

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The matter of strength is actually very metaphysical. People who are tall and strong naturally have greater strength, so there is generally no need to doubt this. People who are puffy and fat are another type, which have nothing to do with real strength. But there is another type of people who are inconspicuous at first sight, that is

Powerful, beyond common sense.

Wang Xiaolie looked at Zhang Jun, thought for a while and said, "You said that after arriving in the capital, you would go back to your home in Yingchang Mansion. We were hit by the military disaster last year. Is there anyone at home? How will you, mother and son, make a living after you return?"

Zhang Jun said: "When I return to Xiaosheren, there is actually no one at home. However, the land at home is still there. All I have to do is clean it up and hire a few people to plant it. The wages I received this time should be enough to cover the travel expenses back home."

Wang Xiaolie shook his head: "What year is this? Even if you have land, where can you recruit people? When you go back to your hometown, no matter how much land you have at home, you can only cultivate it. Yingchang Mansion doesn't even have officials now, even if

It will be difficult to live even if you go back. Well, let’s see how strong you are. If you want, just stay in the army. Become a general and follow me to fight against the Jin army. Once we drive away the Jin people, you can naturally live a stable life."

Zhang Jun was overjoyed when he heard this. After killing someone in Caizhou, he had no choice but to flee to other places. He said he was going back to his hometown. Why did he go back to his hometown? Most of the people there were gone, and he didn’t know how many people were left. He had land and property at home.

What's the use? There are idle fields everywhere. He can't hire anyone, so he has to work by himself. Zhang Jun is not willing to do it. He has been used to idleness since he was a child, and he has no interest in farming.

After saluting, Zhang Jun said: "I would like to join the army. I just don't know what kind of duties the family will arrange for me?"

Wang Xiaolie thought for a while and said, "Are you good at horn fighting?"

Zhang Jun said: "I barely learned it when I was young, but I'm not proficient in it."

Wang Xiaolie said: "Don't take it seriously as a joke. The best in our army is Shao Ling, so you go and have a fight."

After saying that, without waiting for Zhang Jun's consent, he called a soldier and asked him to summon Shao Ling to the open space in front of his tent. He got up and left the tent first, and Zhang Jun hurriedly followed.

Kakutai was also called sumo at this time. It was different from wrestling in later generations and did not have such technical skills. Kakutai was extremely popular at this time and was both a training project in the military and a civilian entertainment project. In the military, it was more about actual combat, while in the civilian world, it was more about performances.

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Not long after, Shao Ling arrived and saluted in front of Wang Xiaolie.

Wang Xiaolie pointed at Zhang Jun and said to Shao Ling: "This time, Zhang Jun came here to carry grain from Caizhou. Yesterday, Zhang Yong grabbed grain, and he forced Zhang Yong back with a pole. He is a good man. Today you fight with him.

Let’s see who wins and who loses.”

After hearing this, Shao Ling looked up at Zhang Jun. He saw that he was not tall, but very strong, and it was hard to tell what his strength was. Yesterday, Zhang Jun relied on a pole to force Zhang Yong back, and everyone saw it.

Easy to deal with.

The soldiers gathered around the place, Shao Ling and Zhang Jun took off their clothes and got off the field together.

The Kakuta's clothes are taken off, leaving only a piece of cloth between the crotch, which is very similar to that of Japanese sumo in later generations. This kind of clothes was the daily clothes worn by working people in summer at this time, and was not reserved for competitions. The Chinese are not like the Japanese

People are so rigid and incomprehensible.

When the two of them got ready, Wang Xiao started shouting and stood aside to watch.

Wang Xiaolie couldn't see the beauty of horn fighting. He didn't have the cultivation to appreciate it. However, horn fighting in the army was more about actual combat, and the strength of the two men could still be seen. Zhang Jun was obviously stronger, while Shao

Ling was so skilled that he couldn't tell the difference between up and down for a moment.

Seeing the stalemate between the two in the field, Wang Xiaolie said loudly: "The army bought wine yesterday. Whoever wins will drink three bowls!"

The two of them thanked each other. It could be seen that Zhang Jun was even more excited.

In this era, wine was still considered a luxury product, especially wine with decent taste. At this time, order in Kaifeng City was out of order. Each army brewed its own wine, which was rarely available on the market, and the price was extremely expensive. Three bowls of wine, Wang Xiaolie

Not too stingy.

With the bet, Shao Ling and Zhang Jun in the field obviously worked harder. Shao Ling kept changing his tricks and almost knocked Zhang Jun down several times. However, Zhang Jun was strong and could turn danger into safety every time.

Indistinguishable.

As the sun rose, more and more people came to watch. Xie Linong and Cao Zhiyan stood next to Wang Xiaolie, talking quietly.

After tea time, Wang Xiaolie saw that the two of them still couldn't decide the winner. He said: "Zhang Jun is very good, he can resist Shao Ling for so many rounds! That's it, you separate, let's drink together!"

After hearing this, the two had no choice but to reluctantly separate. They both stared at each other, obviously not convinced.

Wang Xiaolie originally thought that no matter how strong Zhang Jun was, he would not be a match for Shao Ling. He was a porter, and if he could withstand a few rounds, he would be very good and could become a small leader in the army. But it turned out that Shao Ling

If you can't help him, things will be a little difficult to handle. If Shao Ling loses in the end, it will be difficult for the two of them to get along in the future. Stop the fight early and don't hurt the harmony. This is what Wang Xiaolie needs to do.

There was nothing going on, so he let a few people into the tent, and Wang Xiaolie ordered the wine to be served. It was summer, and there were a lot of fruits and vegetables, so I washed some to accompany the wine.

Everyone sat down, and Wang Xiaolie ordered the soldiers to pour the wine. He said: "I just said that the winner will be rewarded with three bowls of wine. In the end, there is no winner, but this wine cannot be missed. Come on, you drink three bowls first, and then we talk!"

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Zhang Jun was overjoyed when he heard this. He picked up the bowl, saluted Wang Xiaolie, and drank it all.

Shao Ling felt a little dissatisfied. But he was a generous man and wouldn't really care. He also picked up the bowl and drank together.

After drinking, they sat down again and poured wine again.

Wang Xiaolie said: "We are originally the Qinwang's army. It has been more than a year since we came out from our hometown. To be honest, we have not had anyone familiar with military affairs to guide us in the past year, so it is inevitable that we have neglected our training. Now in Kaifeng, it is rare.

During peacetime, I plan to invite a few people who are familiar with military affairs to help with training. While I am learning, you will learn together."

Xie Linong frowned after hearing this: "Xiao Sheren, what is there to learn? Since last year, it has been difficult to win against the Jin army. Only we have won two games in a row and beheaded many people. It can be seen that we have learned those military rules.

, it’s of no great use.”

Wang Xiaolie shook his head: "What we leaders are most afraid of is your thinking. After winning one or two battles, do you feel that you are invincible? If you think like this, you will suffer a lot sooner or later. Leaders

Soldiers have their own rules. In fact, it is more than just leading troops. They train in peacetime, march and set up camps, and form formations to meet the enemy. There is knowledge everywhere. There were no big wars in the past, and there were not many people in our army, so the use of these cannot be shown. In the future, there will be more soldiers.

How can we do it without this knowledge? Otherwise we will become a mob."

Shao Ling said: "That's what Xiaoshe said. We have never led soldiers before, so we need to learn from it."

Wang Xiaolie nodded: "You all have to be careful about this matter. By the way, in addition to us, the officers and generals at the bottom of the army also have to study. I want to recruit about thirty people to study together with me.

"Whoever learns it will go down and lead the troops, and then select others. Zhang Jun has just joined the army, and there is no one who can match his bravery, so he should be in this group."

After hearing this, Zhang Jun hurriedly thanked him. Although he didn't know what position he held, there were always opportunities when he was with Wang Xiaolie. Zhang Jun's mind had always been very flexible, and he knew very well that in this troubled world, only by joining the army could he have the chance to develop.

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Chapter completed!