After being praised by Ling Feng, Shen Tuliang's mind was unprecedentedly active. He immediately reacted and said: "The sect leader is talking about the tens of thousands of horses still under the control of the Black Dragon Society?"

Ling Feng said: "Yes, in order to deal with foreign affairs, we must first pacify the domestic situation! How can we deal with the external world if the internal troubles are not eliminated? Therefore, this cancer must be eradicated!

The country needs us now. Even if we take some actions, the country will not interfere at this time. What the country needs now is a sharp knife, and this knife is us. Therefore, even if we shed blood, we must solve it.

This trouble. If the situation really gets serious, I wouldn’t mind sending all these tens of thousands of people to hell!”

Ling Feng's ruthlessness caused a cold sweat to break out on Shen Tuliang's back. He quickly bowed slightly and said respectfully: "Master, I think it is not necessary for us to do that. And in that way, my identity will be completely destroyed."

It's been exposed. This is extremely detrimental to us. My subordinates think we can have a better way!"

"Oh? What can you do?"

Shentu Liangdao: "To be honest with the sect master, when the Black Dragon Society came to the Hongmen kings to ask for people, none of the men handed over by the kings were elite, so the subordinates handed over eight thousand miscellaneous troops. There were many of them.

I haven't even touched a gun.

As far as my subordinates know, in order to prepare these people to fight as soon as possible, the Black Dragon Society trains them extremely harshly.

But you also know, Master, that we are just a gangster. How much can those people who are considered scum even in the gangster endure? So this kind of strict training is too much for them. According to the information obtained by my subordinates,

, these tens of thousands of people have long been unable to bear the torture and are on the verge of mutiny. The orders of the officers of the Black Dragon Society are not easy to use. It is for this reason that the Black Dragon Society must not be able to mobilize this force. It is not that it is not used.

But it is not available.

What really matters among these tens of thousands of people now is just the backbone of the Black Dragon Society with less than a thousand people. These tens of thousands of people are supported by these people.

Therefore, my subordinates believed that in this case, as long as they lit a little fire, these soldiers could mutiny and get rid of the backbone of the Black Dragon Society. In this way, these tens of thousands of people would become a scattered mass.

Sha, has completely lost its combat effectiveness. At that time, if the subordinates come forward to suppress it, not only can they regroup those people, but they can also seek some benefits from the Black Dragon Society. The identity of the subordinates will not be exposed, so it can be said that it kills several birds with one stone."

This is a good idea! Ling Feng couldn't help but glance at Shen Tuliang, what a talent to be able to come up with such a method in such a short period of time!

What Ling Feng didn't know was that Shen Tuliang had been thinking about his eight thousand troops for more than a day or two, and he had been thinking about this idea for more than a day or two.

Although his eight thousand men were not good soldiers, they were all good sailors as they were fishermen. As soon as those eight thousand men went out, many of his ships had to be stopped, and the daily losses were in the tens of millions. He wanted to return

Those people's eyes even turned green.

Now that Ling Feng is talking about this matter, how can he not try his best?

…

"Pa!" A bloody whip mark appeared on the body of a dark-skinned man.

"Baga! You damn Chinese people, you want to be lazy again! In your state, how can we expect you to fight? Why don't you run quickly? Run faster!" A little man wearing a Japanese military uniform held a whip in hand.

The man cursed unceremoniously.

The man was carrying a piece of wood more than two meters long and as thick as a bowl on his shoulders. There were thick calluses on his palms and his body was quite strong. At first glance, he looked like someone who often did menial work, but he couldn't hide the look on his face.

The ruffian spirit makes people feel at a distance when they see it.

The man glared fiercely at the little man who was whipping him. He wanted to have a fit, but he gritted his teeth and endured it. He carried the wood and continued to run forward.

The open space was huge, and he was not the only one running with logs on his shoulders. In fact, there were tens of thousands of people like him, running with difficulty carrying logs on their shoulders.

The subject of this training is called cross-country with weights, and the distance is ten kilometers. They must run these ten kilometers within the specified time. If they move a little slower, they will be beaten.

Being beaten during training seems to have become a common occurrence. Over the past few days, among the tens of thousands of them, there is no one who has not been beaten.

They were used to this kind of life. So the man who was beaten just glared at the little man, then swallowed his breath and continued to run forward.

However, the problem soon came again. He swallowed the breath, but the little man didn't seem to swallow it, as if he was the one who was beaten.

"Stop!" Just when the man ran a few steps away, the little man suddenly stopped him again, "What were you staring at just now? Are you unconvinced?"

With that said, he whipped the man hard again. Even though the man was strong, he was trembling all over from being whipped.

This is simply too much bullying! Everyone is very angry. If someone is beaten, why can't they just stare at him?

Many people around saw this scene and felt sorry for the man, but they dared not speak out because there were so many such things.

The Japanese instructors beat and scolded for no reason at all. Sometimes they may hit people just because they are in a bad mood. It is obvious that this little instructor is in a very unhappy mood right now.

Therefore, the man had no choice but to be unlucky.

If Bai Hu were here and saw this kind of training method, he would definitely find that the training of these Japanese instructors was far different from the instructors he invited from West Point Military Academy.

It is also an extremely rigorous training. The instructors at West Point Military Academy can unite people during the training and make the students realize from the bottom of their hearts that what they learned from the instructors is used to save their lives on the battlefield. The instructors' strict training on themselves

It's all for their own good. Therefore, students who receive training will be grateful to their instructors from the bottom of their hearts.
Chapter completed!