A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

Zhao Zhengang discussed with the ministers and ministers the ownership of the Xiongzhou soldiers and felt a little tired.

And the prime ministers and assistants were not easy either.

One hundred and three people were fine, but if there were more, Fu Bi would not be prepared to compromise, even if it meant a quarrel, he would demand that these people be driven south.

Now everyone has reached a consensus and the atmosphere is gradually relaxing.

Fu Bi said: "Your Majesty, the Xiongzhou Army has destroyed the cavalry of the Dianqian Division along the way. In the future, we will have to consider more expansion."

Zhao Zhen nodded, "Xiongzhou Army, he will definitely choose this military number."

Han Qi coughed dryly and ridiculed: "Maybe he would feel ashamed of His Majesty, and then use the military number Mangshan."

Zhao Zhen smiled and said: "There is no need to use this bugle, after all, it is unlucky."

Fu Bi agreed: "Mang Mountain is full of graves. Mang Mountain Army, isn't it a ghost army? No matter how stupid Shen An is, he won't want it."

The monarch and his ministers were about to disperse, but someone came to revive them.

"Your Majesty, Shen An has chosen Mang Shan as his military trumpet."

Damn it!

Is this person crazy?

This is just like a certain army in later generations being named Hell, which makes people horrified and unbelievable.

Everyone was dumbfounded and felt that Shen An shouldn't be so crazy.

Then everyone thought of what Han Qi said just now.

Han Qi was also stunned. He murmured: "He can't..."

"Why?"

Zhao Zhen asked the chamberlain.

The chamberlain said: "Your Majesty, Shen An said that the Song Dynasty had too much femininity, and the army should be brave and not afraid of death, so he chose Mangshan as the military title."

The monarch and his ministers were speechless for a moment.

Han Qi felt that he had guessed wrong, while others were a little sad.

Femininity...

Everyone emphasizes gentleness and gentleness when reciting poems and lyrics, but who wants to make it bloody? What kind of yellow sand can wear golden armor in a hundred battles? Loulan will never be returned until it is broken. Why would I rather be a centurion than a scholar... Only rough people like these poems.

Han Qi said: "Your Majesty, let him alone, he can feed a hundred people."

What he said was very logical, but Zhao Zhen was a little worried.

"Those local soldiers are used to being wild. Is it possible that Shen An can suppress them? If he can't suppress them, he will suffer the consequences."

He sighed sadly: "Mangshan was originally joking, but he still chose... the ghost army... Are you trying to be brave and fearless of death?"

…

"From now on, Zhe Kexing will be in charge of you."

Shen An knew that this group of soldiers was difficult to manage, so he was ready to deal with them.

"Lang Jun, he is still a young man, how can he take care of us?"

Some people were dissatisfied and felt that the leader Zhe Kexing was too young and unacceptable.

Shen An said: "He is from the Zhe family."

He felt that the name of the Zhe family could suppress these ruffians, but Huang Chun shook his head slightly. Some even said: "Lang Jun, we are all your people... The Zhe family... Do they dare to fight against the Liao people?" Grass Valley?”

Damn it!

Shen An's face turned pale and he realized that he had forgotten about it.

After the local soldiers were disbanded, this group of ruffians actually moved around in the Liao territory under the leadership of Huang Chun. According to their words, they were "beating grass in the valley."

Those who dared to attack the Liao people in Caogu naturally looked down upon the Zhe family.

There is probably no one in this world that they can like.

There is only one Shen An, and this is Shen Bian's legacy.

"Archery or swordsmanship."

Zhe Kexing's body did not tremble, and he calmly raised the challenge.

This is not a civilian-controlled army, a military-controlled army. You have to show your bravery, otherwise the soldiers below will not be convinced.

"good!"

Huang Chun did not interfere. He stood beside Shen An and whispered: "Lang Jun, there were more than 300 brothers who went out back then, and these are the only ones left."

Shen An nodded, "The ones who survive are the elite."

"Yes, brothers have experienced life and death many times, and have long taken it lightly, so...eat, drink...that bet."

"Gambling is taboo in the military."

This is Shen An's rule, and he is waiting for a response.

If you refuse, I will support you from now on.

Huang Chun smiled bitterly and said: "We don't gamble ourselves, but those guys like to drag outsiders in to gamble... and trick people."

The archery target was set up, there was a burst of noise among the village soldiers, and then three people came out.

"Is Baoyu coming?"

Someone shouted, and the cold Yan Baoyu shook his head.

"Baoyu is very powerful, he kills people... the most efficiently."

Huang Chun's words were a bit cryptic, but they were enough for Shen An to judge.

If Yan Baoyu doesn't compete, that means letting Shen An arrange it.

Huang Chun grinned, and the corners of his mouth seemed to reach to his ears. His eyebrows were slightly raised, which turned out to be straight eyebrows.

"Mr. Lang, Baoyu kills people, and villains give ideas. This is how we get here these days."

Is this guy still a military advisor?

Shen An felt that this guy looked like a soldier from head to toe. If he was a strategist, he was also a dog-headed strategist.

Huang Chun seemed to be shy, but in fact he said in a sullen voice: "Every time the Liao people come to round us up, I can feel it... and lead my brothers to turn the danger into good."

Or a supernatural strategist?

"...They didn't listen at first, but after a few successful results, everyone regarded the villain as their leader..."

Judging from the tone of his words, it was clear that he was still an official fan.

Shen An instantly thought of Song Gongming.

Leading his brothers to surrender, and then getting an official position and forgetting about the safety of his brothers...

"Ready."

The competition over there has begun.

Shen An ended the topic and said, "Huang Chun..."

Huang Chundui smiled and said: "Lang Jun, they all call Xiaoren Brother Chun."

Calling him brother is not a big deal. Parents sometimes call their sons brother. For example, the eldest son is called eldest brother.

"Brother Chun!"

Shen An felt that this title was a bit wrong, "Now that we have come to Bianliang, we have to practice."

Huang Chun's little eyes narrowed and he said: "Lang Jun, we and the Liao people can kill for a while..."

We can fight with the Liao people, but do we still need to practice this?

"Hit the heart!"

There was a moment of surprise over there, but it was Zhe Kexing's archery skills that showed off.

Huang Chun stroked his beard and smiled and said: "Mr. Lang, Baoyu's family was originally from the army, and his archery skills are also good."

"Let's have a competition."

Shen An felt that a competition was needed to make these arrogant country soldiers surrender.

Huang Chun knelt down in panic and said, "I don't dare, a villain."

Only then did he realize that he had been prevaricating Shen An, and he was worried that he would be driven back.

"There's nothing to be afraid of. Stay here first and try again in a few days."

The competition ahead was still going on. When Zhe Ke's arrow hit the mark, even Yan Baoyu couldn't help but walk to the side and watch.

The sword technique is very simple. Shen An has practiced it for a long time, and it is just those few moves that come and go.

But laymen can watch the fun, and experts can watch the door.

Just a few simple sword skills, when Zhe Kexing used them in his hands, the village soldiers fell silent.

"Follow the road and come back."

Shen An waved, and Zhe Kexing put away the long knife and walked over without breathing or blushing.

"Let's stay here first."

Shen An's attitude was very calm, and there was no hint of emotion or anger.

After he left, Yan Baoyu said displeasedly: "Why do you want to prevaricate Mr. Lang?"

Huang Chun also regretted a little, but refused to admit his mistake: "We came from Xiongzhou to join Langjun, do you all want to farm?"

Everyone shook their heads, and someone said: "We have killed many people in the Liao Kingdom and have seen the blood. Who can go home and farm in peace?"

Huang Chun said proudly: "So, we have to show our strengths to Mr. Lang, so that we can go into battle to kill the enemy when we get the chance."

Yan Baoyu was still dissatisfied, he snorted coldly, and then went to his tent.

There isn't much room for them to stay in the village, so they can only stay in tents at the moment. However, the steward has already led people to look at the place and prepare to build houses. According to Shen An's instructions, they will definitely be able to live in the house before winter.

Huang Chun's little eyes narrowed, his eyebrows raised, and he shouted: "It's a good thing that I feel it..."

In an instant, the village soldiers were at ease and the atmosphere became lively again.

"Brother Chun said it's a good thing, so it must be a good thing."

There is Brother Chun who can turn bad luck into good luck!

This is what everyone takes as their motto.

Huang Chun said proudly: "Cheer up, and let Mr. Lang open your eyes when the time comes, so that I can take you to eat, drink, and play with women!"

When it comes to playing with women, the eyes of these rural soldiers turn green.

Huang Chun became even more proud when he saw it, and said: "When we were in Liao, I took you to play with the women of Liao. Now when we get to Bianliang, I take you to play with the women of the capital!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

…

"kill!"

More than three hundred students, each armed with a spear, lined up to assassinate him.

"kill!"

Chen Luo stood in front of the queue, correcting the students' mistakes from time to time.

Shen An came quietly and walked to the front with Guo Qian.

"kill!"

More than 300 spears thrust forward in unison, and the murderous intent made Guo Qian's legs weak.

"Waiting for an edict...this...isn't this good!"

Guo Qian thinks that scholars should study, and practicing swords and guns is just a pastime. But Shen An's people are extremely strict, making these students walk in a hurry and have sharp eyes...

He remembered that when an old friend came to the Imperial College to monitor him, he happened to see the students after school and was shocked by their posture and demeanor.

"Stand like a pine, walk like the wind, sit like a bell, this is what I ask of them."

"As long as people practice regularly, their eyes will naturally become sharp."

Shen An didn't care about his complaints at all. If there was no one to replace him, he felt that it would be better to replace the Imperial Wine Festival with someone else.

Guo Qian said gloomily: "But as soon as I went out, others said that the Imperial College was new and different."

Students elsewhere walk steadily and gracefully, but the students at the Imperial College walk like the wind is blowing and have vicious eyes. How can they look like students?

"The day before yesterday, I dealt with two people who were smearing themselves with makeup, but the parents refused to let them go. Later, they told them that they were going to take their children home if they were noisy again, and then they calmed down..."

Guo Qian felt that Shen An's rules were too strict. These students were studying under pressure. If they couldn't handle it one day, they would definitely riot.

"kill!"

At this time, the training ahead was over, and Chen Luo turned around and handed over.

Shen An walked over.

There was not much panting in the array, which was a huge change compared to the panting like a dog at the beginning of the exercise.

"A real man should stand up straight, sit firmly and walk fast!"

These students have high hopes for him, so he would rather be strict than relax.

"Someone is smeared with makeup and has been punished without realizing their faults. This is not good, very bad!"

Shen An became a little angry, and his voice became louder: "Applying makeup and makeup is something only women do. If you do it too much, you will think of yourself as a woman!"

"What makes a man a man is not his appearance, but your abilities and your sense of responsibility. When you have the ability to protect your wife and children, the so-called handsome man is like a sissy in front of you. How can you be worthy of imitation?"

At this time in the Song Dynasty, there were some signs of effeminacy, and it became somewhat fashionable for men to apply makeup and powder.

Moreover, there are several famous streets in Bianliang City, including the famous Male Prostitute Street.

Those men who like Longyang are the benefactors there.

Someone in the array said: "There's nothing wrong with telling stories and putting on makeup, right? It was more popular in the Wei and Jin Dynasties than it is now."

Shen An was furious and said: "Fengxing? But what kind of days are we in Wei and Jin? The days when Han'er was reduced to a two-legged sheep. How enviable are you? Do you want to have been there?"

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It's the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, and I'm still coding...

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