Suddenly, Heise's figure swung a trick, knocking Zhang Xiu's weapon to the ground, and the dagger in his left hand also pressed on Zhang Xiu's neck. Just a little force can cut Zhang Xiu's neck. Full text...

This fight had already awakened all the soldiers, and the lights in the house were also lit.

The black figure was Jia Rong. As soon as he fought, Zhang Xiu had already determined who he was. In addition, Zhang Xiu did not point out the signature weapon and resolutely met him. In fact, he wanted to be a part of the match with Jia Rong, but he didn't want to be defeated.

With his left hand moved, the dagger was retracted from his waist, and the black cloth tied to his face was pulled off. Jia Rong said in a cold tone: "If the enemy attacks on a large scale, you have been killed. Even if you are brave, what's the use of your personal bravery? Can you turn the entire war situation alone?"

"You, you, and you, more than 60 of you have died! In addition to Zhang Xiu, there are also qualified, and there are 1,000 other soldiers push-ups, and now it starts."

No matter how hard they tried, the soldiers found that their heads could not be raised. Jia Rong taught them to beware of the enemy's sneak attacks. They thought Jia Rong would also beat drums and let the soldiers gather to improve the soldiers' vigilance. Unexpectedly, Jia Rong changed his approach.

Zhang Xiu also silently followed all the soldiers to do push-ups.

As if seeing through the thoughts in the soldiers' minds, Jia Rong Zhengrong said: "War is aimed at winning. No matter what means are used, as long as you can win, it is the best method. The enemy's attack methods are ever-changing, and it is the most important thing to be prepared at all times."

"And you, Zhang Xiu, is your dagger used for manicure? You actually used a sword at the critical moment. Do you think your martial arts are superb? When you find an enemy attack, you don't even remind me that you have two thousand push-ups."

The soldiers were very depressed and were still exaggerating the embroidery just now. In a blink of an eye, he was more fierce than anyone else in the training.

However, Jia Rong's reason made them unable to refute, so they had to accept punishment. Zhang Xiu secretly hated that he should have used a dagger just now. In close combat, using a dagger was obviously more handy than a sword, but his long-term habit of practicing martial arts made him unable to adapt to a dagger for a while.

Second, the sun was still bright, and one hundred and eighty soldiers stood in a tall military posture under the sun, and they also had a water bowl on their heads.

"Because your performance last night was very poor, you don't have to eat today's meal." Jia Rong said with a bite of dried pork shredded pork.

After a while, a bowl of fresh broth was brought to Jia Rong, and many soldiers swallowed secretly.

Jia Rong walked to a Qiang soldier with a bowl of broth and laughed and said, "No. 22, do you want to eat it?"

The Qiang soldier shouted loudly: "I want to!"

It doesn't matter if this roar is gone, and the bowl on your head also overflows with a little water.

Jia Rong smiled and said, "I'm afraid you can't eat it anymore. If you sprinkle the water, you will be fined for half an hour. Come on, and add some water to him."

The Qiang soldiers whispered and secretly called themselves a shameless person, but were shaken by a bowl of meat soup.

All the soldiers were gloriously tempted by Jia Rong. They found that Jia Rong's ability to portray was so good. They had never heard of the beijing roast duck and the Nanjing duck. They were all saliva and their eyes were dull. Without exception, all such soldiers were punished. How could a qualified special forces soldier do without strong will? These little fish were beaten down, and what else could they talk about revolution?

This rip is the most difficult rip that 180 soldiers think. Jia Rong made a forced sting rule that nothing is allowed. Even if it is a small grass or a piece of dead wood branch, all the soldiers can only swallow their saliva.

Jia Rong and the chef were next to the same table, drinking wine in four, four and six. The wine and food on the table were so delicious, but all the soldiers looked at each other and trained hard. Often, they received inhuman torture.

That night, the soldiers learned to be smart, and the two of them took turns to prevent the "enemy" from attacking.

Jia Rong's sneak attacks on them were endless. Even when it was a sneak attack, it was chosen to be at dawn when people were the most trapped. Once, they even launched a sneak attack from the roof.

After such a long period of training, the soldiers have adapted to high-intensity training and sneak attacks at any time.

That little method is not used anymore, and the happiest person is naturally Jia Rong, which shows that the soldiers are growing step by step.

One hundred and eighty soldiers also underwent a seven-ri field survival training, giving them only three days of dry food, and survived in the vast mountains for seven days. They were not allowed to ask for help from nearby villages. They rely entirely on their own abilities and their range of activities was certain. During this period, Jia Rong would lead the army to arrest all soldiers.

For the first time, all the soldiers were captured and then released. Jia Rong still led 300 soldiers to search. As time went on, more and more soldiers survived. As long as the soldiers arrested more than three times, all of them were ruthlessly expelled from the team.

Survival in the wild is not only the soldiers’ hidden abilities, but more importantly, their survivability. Even in the deep mountains and forests, they can endure loneliness. Even if they eat dead branches and leaves every time, they must survive. This is the ultimate goal of training.

Jia Rong taught them to disguise and lurk, but they would not use it again because the person who came to catch them was Jia Rong, who taught them how to hide; in order to hide, they tried their best.

They are still good. Thinking that the special forces in later generations do everything they can to survive, Jia Rong felt that he was still too kind and had to walk step by step. Special forces could not be cultivated into the best in one go. There were hot weapons in later generations, and they swept a lot of them, not like now, with swords, guns, sticks, huh.

Seven days later, the soldiers on the training ground lost a lot of weight. Without exception, their eyes no longer had the passion of the past, but only endless silence. Thinking of the seven-ri everything, they couldn't believe it was them themselves.

They would actually put things that they felt disgusting to their mouths. They regarded them as the dirtiest place in the flat, and they had hidden them. After seven, they had completely changed. The loneliness in the deep mountains and the torture of food. In addition to the iron-blooded killing, they had officially become an ancient special forces soldier. Cold-blooded and cruel are their synonyms.

“No. 38, leave the line!”

Liu Si jogged to Jia Rong and stood in a standard military posture.

Liu Si's code name is Thirty-eight. This number with some meaning in later generations was not known to him in the Han Dynasty, and Jia Rong just laughed in his heart.

"Today you teach all soldiers the skills to unlock locks, and be sure to let all soldiers learn it."

"Yes!" Liu Si replied loudly. Although unlocking a lock is one of his own unique skills, Liu Si could only obey Jia Rong's orders, because Jia Rong kept teaching them that if you have anything to do, you have to take it out and learn it together, so that you can improve the overall strength of the soldiers faster. Even Jia Rong taught himself the military boxing skills, but Liu Si could not refuse.

It is really hard to learn to unlock the lock. This is a skill job. It is not a success with great strength. Everyone has a lock in front of them. When the soldiers saw Liu Si insert a small piece of iron into the lock hole and fiddle, the lock opened with a snap. When it was their turn, no matter how they did it, there was no movement of the lock. Some soldiers even angrily pulled the lock with their hands and pulled it open.

As a result, Jia Rong was pulled over to practice alone. In a short while, the soldier who was brute force came back with a bruised face. The dust on his body proved his achievements just now. Military fist was also a compulsory course for these soldiers. Jia Rong was best at this, so he naturally didn't want his soldiers to be idiots in this regard. Every soldier here is a good soldier in infantry battles and horse warfare. He dare not say one to ten, but he could block five or six.

Jia Rong gave these 120 people great hopes. As long as they did not make a major mistake, they would not be expelled.

Jia Rong gave a dead order, and if you can't learn within three days, you can return to the original team.

Compared to unlocking, swimming is relatively simple. If these soldiers drink a few sips of water, they can quickly learn it. Jia Rong has taught all the thoughts to this group of soldiers. The 120 soldiers in front of him can be said to be a little talented person. He has gathered the hope of the Western Liang army and can be called the name of special forces. What they lack most now is actual combat. Only in real combat can these ancient special forces truly grow up.

In fact, Jia Rong also wanted to organize a large-scale drill for the entire army to train the combat capabilities of special forces. However, time is limited, so these special forces can only grow in real battles.

Late at night, the sound of war drums suddenly sounded, and one hundred and twenty soldiers got up quickly, picked up the weapons at hand and ran towards the place where Pingri gathered. The calm footsteps did not show any panic. However, Lingzhou was still very cold. Jia Rong was wearing armor, a general's helmet, and a sword hanging on his waist. He stood in front of the 120 soldiers with a cold face.

All the soldiers felt that this would be an unusual night, straightened their chests and looked ahead, only the sound of the night wind blowing gently in their ears.

Accompanied by Jia Rong's footsteps, the armor on his body made a sound of metal colliding.

"From tomorrow, your training will be over, and you have become a well-deserved Jiang Ying warrior. Each of you is the pride of the Xiliang Army. A month of training will end tomorrow. Maybe you will be assigned to various places. No matter when, remember the orders and the discipline of our troops." Jia Rong spoke slowly, but every word of him was like a heavy hammer hitting every soldier. For some reason, they were actually full of reluctance to leave the training that was about to end.

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