From a small soldier in the frontier army, an immortal god of war was born

Chapter 10 New soldier type, spearman, [Dragon Thorn]!
At noon on the second day, there were already hundreds of people standing on the martial arts field. These were warriors selected from the garrison in Guyang County, and about six or seven out of ten of them were new recruits.

These recruits will have special coaches to train them. After a three-month recruit period, if they meet the assessment requirements, they will be formally incorporated into the vanguard battalion.

As for the remaining small number of veterans, since they had all been on the battlefield, they were directly incorporated into the vanguard battalion without any additional training.

After the assembly, Wu Fengdeng and hundreds of other recruits followed their coach to the vanguard camp.

It was in the southernmost part of the entire military camp. On the vast snowfield of hundreds of hectares, there stood rows of barracks with green bricks and tiles. In front of every ten barracks was a wide training ground compacted with sand.

There are not only training equipment made of bamboo and wood, but also a brown cloth flag with a big word "Wei" printed on it.

"Is this Weiguo?"

Wu Fengdeng had no memory of the country. He didn't even know what was outside Guyang County and couldn't recognize a few words.

The ability to understand the word "Wei" was due to Wu Fengdeng's own knowledge.

"This font looks like small seal script. Could it be that the common writing in this world is small seal script?"

He kept staring at the flag, and when he came to his senses, he had arrived at the new barracks.

"Twenty people in one room. Bedding and military uniforms have been prepared. You can pack yourselves and gather at the training ground in half an hour."

The coach shouted, and then simply and roughly divided everyone into ten groups.

Wu Fengdeng was assigned to the first room. As soon as he walked in, Qiao Li squeezed in with great effort and did not forget to stuff some money into the brother who was pushed down.

"Brother Wu!"

Looking at his cheerful face, Wu Fengdeng couldn't help but smile.

This kid really knows how to curry favor with others!

Then everyone started to make their beds and change into new winter clothes.

It must be said that the treatment in the vanguard battalion is indeed the best in the entire army. The winter clothes are clean and soft, and they are obviously made of cotton that was just replenished this year. There is also a pair of thick leather boots. Although the size is not quite right, it is not a big deal after tying the leggings.

"Brother Wu! We have been incorporated into the spearmen!"

At this time, Qiao Li came up and said.

After saying this, he pointed to the wooden rack on the north side of the barracks, on which twenty red-tasseled spears were neatly placed.

This spear is more than two meters long, and the tip is polished to be brand new and shiny, full of sharpness.

"I've heard people say before that our national defense forces are complex, especially the vanguard battalions of each army."

"There are spearmen, heavy armored soldiers, swordsmen, combat cavalry, etc. Each type of soldier must cooperate well with each other, so our training is the most strenuous and tiring in the entire army."

Qiao Li spoke slowly and leisurely, like an experienced veteran.

Wu Fengdeng had also heard about these things. After all, they had to make all kinds of weapons in the blacksmith shop.

Half an hour later.

School grounds.

Two hundred new recruits were lined up in neat rows, holding spears, with wooden stakes tied with straw in front of them.

The initial training of spearmen is just three simple movements: stabbing, picking and chopping.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

As the coach continued to give orders, everyone held their spears tightly and performed the movements in unison.

puff!
Wu Fengdeng stared intently at the wooden stake in front of him. His movements were regular, and straw kept flying out as he stabbed with his spear.

During this time, the two skills [Power] and [Steady Strength] were also in effect, allowing him to use the relevant muscles in the most standard posture, making the spear more powerful and controlling it very steadily. After a round of training, it was already evening, and Wu Fengdeng found a place to sit down after dinner.

Then, with a thought in his mind, the Ever-Victorious Treasure Mirror slowly unfolded.

At this time, all the skills of the [Craftsman] have been lit up, but the golden light is a little dim, because the proficiency is not high.

[Lancers are wielding, flames are spreading... The always-victorious profession has been unlocked: Lance Soldier]

[Business Point: One (immersing yourself in the profession and practicing it yourself can condense business points)]

[Long spear skills: Dragon Stab, Scorpion Pick, Phoenix Chop, Strong Foot...]

The spearmen have many more skills than the craftsmen, a total of twelve.

Wu Fengdeng stared at the [Dragon Thorn] for a moment, and then the karma point darkened, golden light flowed into it, and the words slowly lit up.

The surrounding scene quickly peeled away, leaving only the white snow all over the sky.

There was a person standing in front of Wu Fengdeng. His face was blurry, his whole body was transparent, and his muscles and meridians were clearly visible.

He stood quietly holding a spear, and suddenly moved the next moment!
Because his whole body is transparent, Wu Fengdeng can clearly see the mobilization of muscles and blood in his body when he stabbed with the gun, so as to grasp the place where he exerted force with the most accurate perspective.

Then the red tasseled spear pierced out, with a crisp sound like a dragon's roar, and a cold light flashed on the spear tip.

欻!
The sharp wind cut Wu Fengdeng's face like a knife. Just this simple stabbing action made him feel as if he was facing the threat of death.

"The so-called Dragon Stab is to practice the action of 'stabbing' to the extreme, to the point where it is like a dragon emerging from the sea, attacking and killing people that are unstoppable. This is not even considered a martial art."

He had some insights in his mind, and immediately picked up the spear and caught it in mid-air, then slowly walked to the training ground.

The pretty face was a little frosted by the heavy snow, leaving only the sharp eyes.

He held the gun and his heartbeat quickened.

【Dragon Thorn】!
Red tassels and white snow, with cold light flowing.

bass!
The tip of the gun went straight through the wooden stake, and the remaining force even caused cracks to form, sending wood chips flying.

"This spear only has 60% of its power, but it can penetrate a wooden stake and break the enemy's armor on the battlefield. The power of the dragon thorn is truly extraordinary."

Wu Fengdeng was quite satisfied.

The biggest advantage of the spear is medium and long-range combat, and the "stabbing" move is the sharpest among them.

According to the coach, if you practice "stabbing" well, you will have mastered half of the spear training.

call!
Wu Fengdeng let out a long sigh, put away his gun, returned to the camp, and began to practice "The Art of Military Conquest".

His life now is the same as it was in the blacksmith shop, except that during the daytime, he does not forge iron but instead practices in the training ground.

At night, I still practiced "The Art of Military Conquest" as usual. After all, Qi and blood are the foundation of a warrior, and improving the realm is the most important thing.

Without sufficient qi and blood, and sufficient strength to support, all moves are castles in the air.

The most direct example is Wu Fengdeng. Now he can be said to be the only warrior among the 200 new recruits. In today's training, when others were exhausted and resting, he still had enough energy to continue.

This will only make the gap bigger.

So when he returned to the barracks, he saw that most of the new recruits were practicing military tactics, and the sounds of fists and feet swinging could be heard one after another.

The look of him secretly competing with others seemed like he was determined to catch up with him.

But often excellent people will work harder.

Wu Fengdeng also began to practice Bingfa Jue, and with each move the wind became stronger. The Qi and blood from the early stage of the Skin Refining Realm stirred up the airflow, and there was some wind sound within a radius of two meters.

This will inevitably make others even more desperate.

Boss, don't roll your eyes!
(End of this chapter)