White-Robed Chief

In the early morning, Xu Cihang's voice went through the entire Fengrui camp: "Come here! Come here! Get me up! I have dozens of times, but the ten army sticks!"

People who have just entered the barracks don't care about this. They are all death row prisoners.

"Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ... six ... one!"

Xu Cihang's voice sounded, and then he rushed into each tent, throwing them out of the tent one by one, and then started to fight with a military stick.

All of them were sealed, and their backs were sturdy, and they were sturdy, and their skin fleshed open. They lay on the ground in the school martial arts ground.

Fan Yang copied his sleeves and looked at the lively side with a smile. Chu Li also stood by and looked at these people. He wanted to find a few better trainable ones, which could come in handy when it matters.

Xu Cihang went down with ten sticks, and after unlocking their skin, they also unlocked their points, but they couldn't get up and groaned on the ground.

"What's it called!" Xu Cihang grimace, waving his stick while hitting and yelling, "It's like a girl, you guys, are you a man? It will be like this after a few hits. You will come to the battlefield and be chopped Then, you were stabbed with a gun, and you know that this is a piece of cake. Shut me up. Whoever calls again, add ten sticks! "

The moan disappeared and everyone closed their mouths tightly.

There was only a muffled "bang" in the field, the sound of a stick hitting the back.

Xu Cihang finished one by one, humming with a calm face: "This is the lightest punishment. Tomorrow after I shout, the twenty army sticks that can't come, I'd rather kill you here than let You die on the battlefield! "

Everyone was in their hearts.

Chu Li turned around and returned to the tent. Fan Yang smiled and comforted everyone, saying that it was all for their good. If there is no strict military discipline and insufficient training, he will no doubt die on the battlefield.

Suffering, hurting, and bleeding a little here are better than sending death to the battlefield.

With both hard and soft measures, even if these twenty death rowmates have resentment, they can only endure, so as not to suffer another army stick.

On the second day of Chu Li, Fan Yang had twenty wooden stakes erected on the school martial arts ground. Each was about one person tall, with thick thighs and two legs just able to step on it. Then he began to let everyone stand on sticks and began to walk.

Everyone has to go at the same time. The last person just left, the next person stood up, and one walked slowly or hurriedly.

Fan Yang and Xu Cihang are holding whip, whoever is wrong is a whip, fleshy.

Chu Li sat in a tent to practice.

After his meridians and Dantian were expanded and strengthened, the cultivation was soaring, and it took time to adapt slowly, and he was also observing Yang Ping's mind, knowing his ideas, and always paying attention to the situation on the battlefield.

This trick of Yang Ping hit Chu Li. Without credit, he would not be able to get out of the Fengrui camp.

Once the battle was over, he had no chance to make a contribution.

What's more, the next opportunity to make a contribution is likely to start the season.

He didn't have much sense of belonging to the big season. After all, he had been growing up in Akiba Temple, and he didn't like King An on the emperor. Everything he did was for the state government.

Once the great season annihilates the country, it will be difficult for the state government to survive, and once the future is successful, the great season will not be outsiders.

He didn't believe that Yang Ping could keep pressing himself. Daqiu Tieqi was not vegetarian. Now Dali is dominant because Cheng Chengsen set up a big team and blocked Daqiu Tieqi.

But Daqiu is full of talents, and there must be masters of formation methods. Once this formation is broken, it is the most intense time. Once Yingyang Army is all out, how can Fengruiying be idle.

Therefore, he is not in a hurry. He must train these twenty people first. Once he enters the battlefield, he can play the role of an amazing soldier. He wants to make enough credit and needs their assistance.

With such a mindset, he just came up with a set of matrix formations, allowing Xu Cihang and Fan Yang to train them in the early stages. He sat in a tent to learn the Tibetan scriptures.

The last time I awakened the Scriptures in the yin and yang cave, the realm increased greatly, but the yin and yang cave is too rushed, and I need to calm down and slowly sort out, to truly transform these insights into something imprinted on my mind.

The atmosphere of the Yingyang Army barracks suddenly became tense.

Chu Li had sat at Yang Ping and saw that the formation outside Luoqiu had been broken, and the Daqiu Cavalry was approaching the city and was planning to attack the city.

The great strength of the Daqiu cavalry is not only in the wild, but also the siege is very bright. People in Luoqiu City are not optimistic, and they feel that they can't stop the Daqiu Iron Rider, and Luoqiu City will fall sooner or later.

Zhang Fengping was lying on the bed, breathing hard, his face paled with pain.

He is slender and handsome, and is twenty-three years old. He is also a rare master in martial arts because of his younger sister, who was killed by the third master of the Ma family in the city. He was arrested and became a death row.

The younger sister has been dependent on him since she was a child. When the younger sister is dead, he has no love. He not only killed Master Ma San, but also prepared to kill all the Ma family.

However, the Ma family had a master to protect him. As a result, he was defeated and put into jail. He was almost beheaded. Three days before his execution, he was assigned to Fengruiying and retrieved his life.

He didn't feel any joy at all, thinking that he would come to the battlefield and kill a few cavalry soldiers of Daqiu, and died very happily.

On the other bed was a young man with a surname of Huang Minghu, tall and thin, with a lot of acne on his face, his eyes were sharp, and his spirit was full.

Zhang Fengping was pumped three times ~ www.readwn.com ~ Yellow tiger was pumped five times and his teeth were grinning.

"Which one did this practice!" Huang Hu sighed: "If you go on like this, you will be beaten!"

The old injury on his back was not good, and the new injury came again, making the flesh blurred, and he had developed a lying position to sleep and could not change it.

Zhang Feng was quietly lying on his back without talking.

Huang Hu said: "Lao Zhang, how long can we live?"

"Live only a year." Zhang Feng said flatly.

Huang Hu sighed: "Yeah, we are sent to death. If we can do something before we die, we can earn something for the family."

His martial arts just arrived in the early days. He was condemned to death by robbing the rich and helping the poor.

He learned martial arts to go down the mountain and went home to see that his family was so poor that he couldn't help it.

The result was an underestimation of the home's nursing home, killing two and being restrained, thrown into jail, waiting to be cut by the waist, but was assigned here.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhsih attalio as well as execution!" Yellow tiger shook his head and sighed: "too much sin!"

"But a dozen whip, only ten batons!" Zhang Feng flatly said.

Huang Hu said: "Lao Zhang, I am the most painful person. I would wipe my neck with one swipe, and I would be better off than living like this. I walked that pile from day to night. I was walking in my dreams at night, exhausted!"

Zhang Fengping said: "Little arms can't twist thighs."

"I heard that it was the way that Lord Ye made it." Huang Hu put his head together and lowered his voice. "It is said that Lord Ye is very big."

"Bright Holy Disciples." Zhang Feng flatly said.

Huang Hu took a sigh of air-conditioning: "Holy Religion!"

"Let's go with the formation, the military formation." Zhang Fengping said: "It can really save lives."

"Really life-saving?" Huang Hu pinched his lips: "It works like a donkey?"