Shu Han of the Three Kingdoms I call the shots

A hundred miles south of Xinye, Liu Feng's military tent is camped in a place surrounded by mountains and rivers. (Apex Fiction hand-written novel)

The sun was shining brightly overhead, and the surrounding area was very muggy.But there were bursts of shouts and killings from the barracks.

In the past few days, Liu Feng has gone to 150 villages and recruited more than [-] soldiers.Therefore, the barracks has been built in a decent manner.

To the north is a forest of military tents, and to the south is a school field. On the school field is a small general stand, and a general flag embroidered with the word "Liu" is planted on the stand.

Liu Feng was wearing a tight military uniform with a long sword around his waist and a black cloth scarf on his head.He looked heroic.

Point to the audience, more than 150 soldiers, led by ten capable veterans, lined up in a square.Practicing spear assassination.Sweat bursts under the scorching sun.

As his eyes slowly swept over this fledgling army, Liu Feng couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his heart.This army belonged entirely to him, an army he had pieced together bit by bit.

It's not self-made, but it's not bad either.

The only regret is that an army capable of conscripting and fighting can't be trained immediately.

After all, the soldiers of this army are recruits who have just put down their hoes and picked up their spears.Both quality and ability are at the starting point.

The only advantage is that the peasants are all physically strong. This is the basic and the most important thing.Without a strong physique, it is difficult to survive on the battlefield, and it is difficult to become an elite soldier.

At this time, the drill had been going on for about half an hour.Sweat appeared on the faces of the soldiers, and their movements became more vigorous.

This is not a good sign.The foundation of an elite soldier is to train hard and have a solid foundation.Seeing the soldiers getting stronger under the stage, Liu Feng frowned involuntarily.

"Ming Jin." Liu Feng turned his head and said to a soldier behind him.

"No." The soldier responded, and immediately stepped down from the platform, and rang the gong next to him.All of a sudden, a rushing golden sound sounded.

The ten elite old soldiers in the school yard immediately stopped their movements, retracted their spears, and shouted: "Stop."

The new soldiers behind the old soldiers retracted their spears one after another and stopped.

At this time, Liu Feng also stepped down from the platform and walked among the rows of soldiers.Suddenly Liu Feng stopped, pulled out the long sword at his waist, and swiped at a soldier in front.

His gaze was sharp like an eagle, and his sword was like lightning.With the attack of the long sword, a stronger momentum burst out from Liu Feng's body.

As a result, the soldier Liu Feng pointed at with his long sword was crumbling and his face was as pale as paper.It seemed that he was in the Shura battlefield full of corpses.

Liu Feng's sword is swift and fierce, but it is also deft when it is drawn.The long sword barely stopped on the soldier's neck.

He held the hilt of the sword firmly with his hand, and the blade was always on the soldier's neck, and blood could be seen from the inside.

Liu Feng asked the soldier, whose face was as pale as a sheet of paper, with horror still in his eyes, and said, "What kind of feeling?"

The soldier seemed to have just woken up from Liu Feng's blow, and he stammered: "Little one, it's as if he died once."

"Okay, it's good to have such a feeling." Liu Feng smiled satisfied with the soldier's answer, and with a clang, he withdrew his long sword.road.

Liu Feng's sharp sword, which seemed to kill someone, affected not only the soldier in front of him, but also the soldiers around him to some extent.

From the fear remaining in the eyes of these soldiers, we can see the influence of Liu Feng's sword.

It takes three years to hone a sword. In the past three years, Liu Feng and Xu Shu have studied literature and practiced swords.Riding horses and hunting with Zhao Yun.Not only has he developed a strong physique, but he has also achieved a small amount of success in sword skills.

In Xu Shu's words, it is no longer considered a blunt sword, it can kill people.

And Liu Feng raised his sword and made a murderous aura, just to let these soldiers experience a feeling of death.

After retracting the sword and returning it to its sheath, Liu Feng slowly swept across the surrounding soldiers, and said without any haste: "I told you, I, but I am restless, so I want to train soldiers and fight and achieve some fame. Since you followed I, that is the same idea. Joining the army is not just to kill the enemy, but to walk a road to promotion. On the battlefield, death is a very common thing. Remember the feeling you experienced just now. On the battlefield, the very ordinary moment before death."

Although Liu Feng's words were not deliberately cold, a chill still rose from the hearts of the surrounding soldiers. Although they were under the scorching sun, they still felt chills all over their bodies.

Feel the fear of death.

Of course, Liu Feng didn't say these words to arouse these people's fear of death.Turning his head slightly, Liu Feng changed the subject and said loudly: "So before entering the battlefield, you must develop a strong body, the speed of a leopard, and the sharp eyes of an eagle. Murderous like a tiger. Make yourself strong, let the weak fear you, and make your enemies turn pale when they see you." At this point, Liu Feng suddenly paused, took a breath, and calmed down Feeling calm, he said: "This is the only way to preserve yourself and make contributions on the battlefield."

"That means sweating more and bleeding less. Continue to train until you are exhausted and don't even have the strength to eat." These words were the only words Liu Feng wanted to say.

Previously, no matter whether it was killing people with a sword, or some impassioned words, it was nothing more than creating an atmosphere.

Sweat more, bleed less.

After saying this sentence, Liu Feng nodded to the ten veterans on the other side, and left the school grounds.

Liu Feng knew that although he was good at theory, when it came to training methods, those ten old soldiers were more powerful.After speaking, Liu Feng turned around and returned to the stage.

"Sweat more, bleed less. Although I have never heard of this saying, it is the truth. Those who did not train hard and their minds were not firm all died, but we survived." Ten veterans all Zhang Fei carefully selected people who could not stop rolling on the battlefield for dozens of times. These are almost professional soldiers, and they realized the profound meaning of Liu Feng's words almost instantly.

One of the old soldiers murmured.

Another old soldier nodded approvingly, looked up at Liu Feng who was standing against the wind on the podium, showed his approval for the first time, and said softly: "I no longer doubt that the major general can train an elite soldier."

You know, even with Liu Feng's identity, Liu Feng's extremely provocative words in Deng Village that day did not completely convince these old soldiers.

But just for these few words, these old soldiers had to obey.

After some delay, the most prestigious person among the veterans stood up and shouted at the soldiers who showed more or less thoughtful faces: "The young general said well, sweat more and bleed less. Save your life!" , just practice for me."

"Kill." Immediately, the old soldier suddenly let out a cry of killing, the spear pierced straight, and a fierce aura burst out from the old soldier as if he was killing an enemy.

The only difference from Liu Feng was that the old pawn seemed to have a bloody smell.

"Kill." The ten old soldiers and more than 150 new soldiers roared fiercely like a lion.

An aura different from the previous one surrounded this group of soldiers.Imposing.