If you want to raise three thousand warriors, no matter what, you need to gather at least ten thousand people.

As for Yangwangtun, the total population is probably less than one thousand!

However, judging from the architectural legacy, there should have been many people here.

Although the martial arts training ground was abandoned, it occupied a vast area and was enough to accommodate thousands of people to practice the military formation here.

However, at this time it became a place where rice was dried and rice was terrible, and there was no killing energy.

After entering the village, the group walked slowly along the martial arts field.

Many people in the military camp also cast curious eyes at them, and several people hurriedly ran away.

The armory is close to the martial arts field.

The door is locked.

Guo Fan, who had a gloomy face, signaled, and someone stepped forward to weigh the door lock.

"I'll do it!"

Mo Linglong took a step forward, and a cold light flashed between her waist. With a "clang" sound, the door lock had already landed on the ground.

The long sword in her hand was also a sharp blade that cuts iron like mud.

"Crack..."

When I opened the outer door, a smell of bad smell that had not entered for a long time came to my face, making people subconsciously cover their faces.

“How long has it been since I used it?”

Gongsun Yun frowned and waved his hand to slap the dust, saying, "In the military camp, according to the rules, it is necessary to train every five days and practice every ten days. It seems that the troops in Yangwangtun are probably abandoned."

"You need to say it!"

Gan Xingba entered side by side with him, glanced at the weapons scattered in the house, and couldn't help but shake his head.

"The weapons are all hairy, can this be used?"

As he said that, he reached out to pick up a spear, and shook it gently, and the gun rod broke directly from the middle.

The tip of the gun fell to the ground, and even made a little curve!

"Crazy..."

There is no need to pile up any weapons. Once you touch it, dust will fill you up and the sound of collisions will continue.

"Ahem..."

This time, everyone's faces became more and more ugly.

"General, there is actually armor here!"

Mo Linglong took out a step armor with a sharp eyes and excited face and handed it over.

"Um."

Guo Fan reached out to take it, flipped it in his palm, then exerted a little force on his two-shot and pulled it gently.

"Sigh..."

The cloth armor inlaid with copper and iron to stop the bow and arrow was gently torn in half by him like a piece of paper.

The inside was filled with some scattered cotton and shredded paper!

"Peng!"

The armor broke into the ground, stirring up some dust. Guo Fan suddenly turned around and walked out without saying a word.

"General!"

"General!"

Everyone followed, anxious.

"Is General Liu the person coming?"

As soon as I went out, I saw an old man with a hunched hair and a few young people hurried over to meet him.

"It's General Liu."

Gongsun Yun took a step forward and asked, "Are you the governor here?"

"I dare not, I dare not."

The old man bowed and waved his hands repeatedly: "I am the old man of this village, and the governor of the village has not arrived yet."

"Old clan?"

Guo Fan glanced at the bag on his waist and asked, "Do you have a list of Yangwangtun troops here?"

“Yes, yes.”

The old man nodded, and while tremblingly taking the roster, he led the way forward: "General, please enter the hall."

The hall of conventions has also been destroyed.

Fortunately, people often gather here and can still catch their eye.

Guo Fan sat down in the center of the main seat, took the list handed over by the old man, and asked at the same time: "How many people are there in the military camp?"

"Return to General."

The old man bowed: "There are currently 807 people in Yangwangtun, 296 young and strong men, and the rest are old, young, women and children."

"Eight hundred and seven people!"

Guo Fan flipped through the roster and his face was unstable.

"But the list I got from the government office is more than 10,000 people here, and three thousand strong!"

"I wonder what explanation you should explain?"

"this……"

The old man opened his mouth and lowered his head and said, "I only count the people in the military station, and I don't know anything else."

Guo Fan sneered: "What do you mean is someone in the government office falsely reported the people to be used to earn an empty salary?"

"And it has nothing to do with you?"

"Plop..."

The old man's knees softened and he immediately knelt down: "I dare not think about this, but I really don't know about this!"

"Peng!"

Guo Fan slapped the table violently and said in a deep voice: "The number of troops stationed is required to be signed by the army. Do you think you don't know?"

"General!"

The old man knelt down and shouted: "I really don't know!"

The young men behind him were even more trembling and buried their heads in front of their chests.

"General!"

At this time, Lu Gui dragged a man to the hall, threw the person to the ground, and said, "He is the head of the village here."

This village has a big, round face, fat body, and a long robe, like a foreigner.

He was drunk all over and his eyes were blurred, as if he was not awake yet.

"Who are you?"

It seemed that he had just been pulled from the bed, and he shouted in a daze: "Do you know who I am? The governor of Dingkang City is my cousin. Are you going to rebel?"

"What's going on?"

Guo Fan frowned and looked at Lu Gui.

"I don't know much, either."

Lu Gui shook his head and said, "But this person was sent from Dingkang City, not the original person in the village."

“Um…”

Guo Fan held his chin and said, "I seem to remember that the military camp leader must be a member of the camp."

“It’s true.”

Gongsun Yun, who was standing beside him, bowed and replied: "The leader of a village should raise troops to prepare for war in a stable manner, and lead troops to fight during wars. He must be a person from the army to take charge."

This garrison leader will not talk about his origins, but his physique is not suitable to be the garrison leader.

Guo Fan glanced at the scene and said that since the arrival of this tun leader, the expressions of the old man and the young man were a little ugly.

There was a look of fear in his expression, but also disgust.

"You, are you General Liu?"

It was not until this time that the fat head of the town came to his senses. He smiled embarrassedly at Guo Fan and said, "The villain Wang Gui is now the leader of the Yangwang gate. The deacon Zhou of the government office is a cousin of the villain."

"The general is here, why don't you tell me in advance? The villain is also ready to welcome you."
To be continued...