"Okay, do you want a lucky draw?" Xu Qian smiled coldly, stood up, and said, "If the Royal Academy loses, I don't mind having this black hat, but what if you, the new army, lose?"

Yang Biao was stunned. This guy obviously went against the common sense of officialdom. How could he talk and behave more like a gambler?

He stopped saying anything and naturally went to discuss with the military attachés of the New Army. Lu Bing and Wang Cheng were called in.

Xu Qian looked at them excitedly: "Have you seen these new army drills?"

Lu Bing and Wang Cheng both said at the same time: "I have humbled myself to see this."

"how?"

Lu Bing and Wang Cheng hardly hesitated and said with disdain: "The mob is vulnerable to a single blow!"

The four words "vulnerable to a single blow" were sworn in, and the words contained both pride and disdain.

This kind of arrogance is a kind of self-confidence in strength. After several actual battles, everyone in the Royal Academy has long developed this kind of pride.

Xu Qian said: "Okay, let's go to the school field and beat them until their teeth are everywhere."

"As you command!"

The Yuhang County magistrate who was sitting next to him was stunned. Although he knew that the royal captain was powerful, but with one gram ten, he was obviously a bit too confident. To put it harshly, even if there were ten thousand pigs, you, the more than a thousand captains, could not do it.

It may not be energy efficient.

But obviously, only those who have experienced actual combat will know that in many cases, humans are inferior to pigs. Pigs often disobey instructions, and humans, or a group of rabble, are often much weaker than pigs.

The two teams had already formed a dark formation on the school field. Yang Biao's palms were filled with sweat. Since the man named Xu said he didn't want Wusha, what if the new army loses?

If the army loses, wouldn't it mean that it's your own fault...

Yang Biao squinted his eyes and felt a little relieved when he saw the densely packed ranks of the New Army's officers and soldiers. In any case, with ten enemies against one, no matter how hard it was, they should still be defeated.

He was thinking this in his mind, but he still felt a little uneasy, because he saw on the other side, the Royal Academy had set up a formation. The formation was not fancy, but these people were crowded together, and a team officer stood up.

He yelled: "My lord, I am ordered to beat them to the ground and find their teeth!"

The crowd immediately burst into loud shouts: "Yes!"

This voice, without the slightest hint of timidity, was a continuous sound that pierced the sky, carrying unparalleled confidence and pride as if it was right opposite them. Opponents ten times their size were nothing more than floating clouds.

"Prepare!"

Each team officer raised his wooden stick!

Like frightened lynxes, everyone became solemn, their expressions began to become indifferent, they clenched the long sticks in their hands, and then each team assumed a diving posture.

The forest-like long sticks remained motionless in the queue.

After getting ready, no one moved at all, they kept on thrusting the long stick diagonally, tensing their muscles and slightly arching their body.

On the opposite side, although the new troops were restrained and even kicked by military attachés, they gradually formed a tiger-wing formation, but most of them were still listless.

They are just people here who are just making a living. They don't even have enough to eat. They just live in a muddle every day. Even though they know they want to be serious, most of them are still lazy.

.After all, they don’t have much time to raise their spirits. In their eyes,

Whether it's a drill or a battle, it's just for the entertainment of the dignitaries.

They were sallow and skinny, with frivolous legs and feet. They had no shame or pride. They were just docile under the beating and scolding of military attachés like animals.

In essence, they do not even regard themselves as soldiers, or even as human beings.

Immediately afterwards, the team officer shouted: "Kill!"

"kill!"

The overwhelming shouts of killing rang out, and immediately, the captains moved. Although they moved, the long sticks thrust out diagonally remained level and did not become distorted. Everyone was not in a hurry to rush, but in tacit understanding.

I started jogging first.

Although the speed is not fast, every step forward gives people a strong pressure, because all of these people are looking ahead and keeping the rhythm. The long sticks in their hands are like tough pines and cypresses.

In the hand, it remains motionless.

Seeing this, the new army on the opposite side finally cheered up a bit. Under the shouts of the military attache, they finally managed to shout a killing cry, and then rushed towards the royal captain with a cheer or a stick.

Fifty feet...

Thirty feet······

Twenty feet······

In the New Army team, the team officer shouted: "Southeast direction, charge!"

At the command, the captains who were jogging just now perked up and began to accelerate. Like swift leopards, they launched a sprint in the direction mentioned by the captain.

The southeast direction is the weakest. In fact, the entire New Army array is full of flaws, and the flaws in the southeast direction are even greater, because their so-called tiger wing formation is like a human body, exposed at the joints of flesh and bone.

There are many gaps.

boom…···

The men and horses finally collided with each other. Countless people flipped over, and many people were directly knocked away, like waves hitting the rocks. Wow! The huge momentum stopped in shock.!

But the inertia remained. The new army in the southeast position, the royal captains, rushed into the gap without hesitation. One thousand three hundred people were like one person, and the strength of one person was a multiple of one thousand three hundred people.

Success or failure is often just a thin line, and this flash of lightning almost determines the outcome.

These few seconds passed very quickly, and then, like fierce tigers, the captains crossed into the ranks of the new army as if there were no one around, and there was no one around wherever they passed.

Countless people were wailing after being stabbed with long sticks. In just a moment, the new army was defeated. Like a group of frightened deer, they began to stay away from the new army rushing into the formation as far as possible. However, the new army in the distance huffed and did not know where to enter.

It's time to retreat, huddle together and trample on each other.

There were more than 10,000 people. At this time, they were really worse than pigs. Many people lost their long sticks and began to run away. Pigs obviously don’t know the way. They will run around and create chaos for people, but people obviously know what to do.

Where to run? As a result, there are fewer and fewer new officers and soldiers on the campus, more and more long sticks on the ground, and half a stick of incense. Except for the howling new officers and soldiers on the ground, there is no new officer who can stand.

.

Yang Biao's face was uglier than a pig's liver. He was so angry that he wanted to take a whip himself and drive back the new troops who had run out of the school grounds. But now, he was afraid that even with a whip, he wouldn't be able to drive them back.

"Trash, loser!" Yang Biao yelled.

At the same time, Xu Qian walked towards his direction under the protection of several people.

Xu Qian's face didn't show much surprise. For him, this was obviously something expected. It is very simple to defeat more with less. The so-called elite soldiers do not mean that they have eighteen kinds of force.

It's because they are physically strong and have excellent discipline. Discipline is organizational ability, which can ensure that at any time, everyone can complete a certain task with the same goal. Everyone has only one goal, the coach's mind.

That is the thoughts of thousands of people below, the will of the coach is the will of everyone.

If you use a group of elite soldiers to fight against a group of so-called official troops that don't even have basic organization, even if these people are ten times or a hundred times stronger, it's not surprising that they win.

What Xu Qian cares about is obviously not the victory or defeat, but the commander-in-chief.

When Yang Biao saw Xu Qian approaching, he was confused and obediently stepped forward and said: "I'm an official..."

Xu Qian's expression changed, and he said angrily: "Yang Biao, do you know your guilt?"

Yang Biao's face turned pale with fright, and he glanced around at the close military attachés around him. However, these people were obviously not much better than him. They all lowered their heads and didn't even have the courage to raise their heads to look at the governor.

He could only say: "I don't know..."

Xu Qian sneered: "You withheld military pay, neglected your duties, abused sergeants, and committed corruption and illegal acts. How dare you claim to be innocent?"

Yang Biao's face suddenly darkened. Xu Qian clearly wanted to kill him. He didn't know where the courage came from, but he raised his head and pressed the hilt of the knife at his waist, saying: "What the Lord said, I don't know."

Where to start?

Both the Ministry of War and the production masters praised the official for his devotion to his duties. How come he turned out to be such a heinous person? If the master is not used to it, it is okay to speak out. Why do you need to put such a big label on the official? "

He directly mentioned the Ministry of War and the Governor. The implication was obvious. The Ministry of War and the Governor did not say anything. For you, the Governor, it would be a bit unreasonable.

As for corruption and illegality, are there any officials in the world who are not corrupt and illegal? If we were not corrupt and illegal, where would the big houses we usually live in come from? Where would our cars, sedans, wives and concubines come from?

Of course, his intention to contradict him is also obvious. Although the governor has the responsibility to deal with the commander-in-chief, and everyone is of similar rank, the imperial court uses civility to control military affairs, and the commander-in-chief is indeed under the control of Futai, but after all, he is still the commander-in-chief, taking charge of everything.

Provincial military affairs, as long as you don't be intimidated, you can give courage to your confidants. As long as your confidants are willing to be tough with you, can you handle a general soldier and a whole province's military attaches?

After figuring it out, Yang Biao was no longer afraid, and said with a bit of provocation: "If your Excellency feels that your subordinate is at fault, you can just write a letter of impeachment. Then the imperial court will naturally order the Metropolitan Procuratorate and the Ministry of War to conduct a thorough investigation.

Whether it's corruption or not, it doesn't matter what you say, it doesn't matter what I say, it's the court that has the final say."

Xu Qian smiled...

He and Yang Biao's conversation ended here: "You are wrong. I want to deal with people. I have never been interested in going to the Ministry of War and the Metropolitan Procuratorate to make any detours. If I want to deal with you, I will deal with you. The chief military officer dares to do this in Zhejiang

When a crime is committed, it should be dealt with first. Come, take down the prisoner and escort him to the capital when the time comes. Fill up the evidence and let the court punish him. Anyone who dares to resist will be shot!"
Chapter completed!