Can I get to the other side?

Jizhou, outside Yecheng.

Although it is late autumn, it is also the time when the autumn tiger shows its power, and the scorching sun is no weaker than that of summer.

The scorching sun was in the sky, and at this time, in the wilderness outside Yecheng, there were groups of soldiers running under the scorching sun.

These soldiers are all new recruits recruited into the army.

In order to improve their physical fitness, wearing armor and carrying heavy loads for cross-country training is a part of their training every now and then.

Every soldier was sweating profusely, and there was a look of exhaustion on their faces that could not be concealed. However, these soldiers still maintained their formation without any disorder, and no one fell behind.

At the end of the front team.

A soldier ran with a pale face, sweat had wetted his armor all over his body, and his steps became sloppy.

"No, I can't do it anymore...I can't hold on anymore..."

The soldier's legs weakened and he fell down, lying on his back on the ground gasping for air.

And as he fell behind, the entire hundred-man team also stopped together - this is the rule of cross-country training.

During the cross-country training, as long as one soldier falls behind, the entire team will stop moving forward and must wait for the fallen soldier to catch up. Even if the soldier is carrying him, he must keep up with the marching team.

This does not need to be done in formal operations, but it must be done in training. The purpose of doing so is to cultivate the integrity of the army.

"What's wrong? Who's left behind!"

The centurion who was in charge of leading the team turned and shouted.

A soldier replied loudly: "It's Wang Er! He's weak. It's hot today and he's so sick that he can't run."

Heatstroke is called heat stroke, which is not uncommon in training. Basically, all soldiers who have participated in training have experienced it.

It has been more than a month since they were recruited into the army, and it is really unreasonable that they are still lagging behind.

You must know that the daily food in the army is not bad, it is full of salt, oil and water. After entering the army, most of the soldiers have become much stronger.

"Find two people to carry him and keep running!"

The centurion waved his hand and said without hesitation: "Our three teams ran to the front for the first time today!"

"As long as I'm the first to return to school and win first place, there will be meat in my dinner tonight! Don't let anyone hold me back at this time!"

When the soldier heard this, he looked embarrassed and said, "But Wang Er has already passed out..."

Just as the centurion was about to speak, another group of soldiers chased after them and stopped when they passed by.

"You three teams can't do it. It seems that today's number one is our seventh team again, hahaha!"

The centurion from the seventh team, headed by him, laughed loudly at the centurion from the third team, and then shouted loudly to the team behind him: "Work harder, guys! Complete today's training in one go!"

"good--!"

Hundreds of soldiers responded in unison, then reorganized their formation, crossed the three teams and continued marching.

The soldiers of the third team watched the seventh team running past them, and they all felt very aggrieved.

“It’s not easy to get first place once, but it’s gone again!”

"I want to eat meat tonight..."

"Oh, who said we are unlucky?"

"Wang Er is really a waste."

The soldiers couldn't help but whisper. Although the army would provide them with meat from time to time, teams with good training results would get extra meat.

No one would object to eating too much meat.

The centurions of the third team suddenly darkened when they heard this, and cursed with a dark face: "Who said this just now! Get out of here!"

The soldiers who spoke were shocked when they heard the words, but seeing everyone around them looking at them, they had no choice but to stand up.

The centurions of the three teams went up without hesitation and slapped each of them, cursing: "Which is more important, the first priority or the robe around you?"

"We are all a team, and we are entrusted with life and death on the battlefield! Have you forgotten what General Zhang taught us?"

"You don't take the life of Paoze around you seriously during training, how can you cooperate with each other and fight against the enemy on the battlefield?!"

"What a bunch of idiots. Don't let me hear such words again! Otherwise, you'll slap me!"

The words of the centurions of the third team made the soldiers who spoke blushed with shame and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

At this time, Wang Er, who was unconscious, also woke up slowly. He happened to hear the centurion's words and was suddenly moved in his heart.

"I, I can still persist..."

Wang Er gritted his teeth and stood up. Although his face was pale and he looked a little weak, his eyes were very firm.

The centurions from the third team looked at him for a while, then patted him on the shoulder and praised him: "Good boy, this is my big man's son-in-law!"

After finishing speaking, he returned to the front of the team to lead the team.

The soldiers who were scolded by him took the initiative to run to Wang Er and helped him follow the team to continue marching.

Wang Er cast a grateful look at them.

Then he gritted his teeth and insisted on following the team.

Not long after the third team continued to move forward, they actually discovered the seventh team jogging in front.

"Hey, you've caught up. We didn't waste our waiting for a long time. Are your people okay?"

The centurion of the seventh team grinned at the centurion of the third team.

The latter was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then scolded with a straight face: "What the hell! Who made you wait? Our three teams are all a group of tough guys!"

The centurion of the seventh team raised his eyebrows and said: "What about Bibi?"

The centurions of the third team snorted coldly: "Competition is a competition. Whoever is afraid is the one raised by my little servant!"

So the two teams continued to march.

And behind them, there were teams one after another, marching perseveringly in the wilderness.

…

Upstairs at the city gate of Yecheng.

Liu Xie had a panoramic view of the army marching outside the city. He couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction and said: "Yes, Wen Yuan's ability in training troops is really outstanding."

He once discussed the method of military training with Zhang He. Although it turned out to be unfeasible in this era, it somehow reached Zhang Liao's ears.

Zhang Liao came to him specifically to ask for advice, so he told him everything he knew, and focused on the military philosophy of later generations.

For example, cultivating discipline, collective honor, obedience, etc.

These are very important to the army, both in ancient times and in modern times. Although the ancients had this concept, they did not summarize it well.

After he finished speaking, Zhang Liao suddenly became enlightened.

So he formulated a unique set of military training methods and a reward and punishment system based on the theories he said, and the results were quite good.

At first, all the soldiers were still working hard to get rewards, but later they gradually became working hard to win.

Not for the individual, but for the honor of the entire team.

Even these soldiers themselves did not realize that they took the overall honor more and more seriously, and regarded themselves more and more as a part of the whole.

Although this transformation is slow, it truly and subtly changes the mentality of each soldier, making them unconsciously accept this sense of collective honor, discipline, and obedience.

"Your Majesty is so complimentary."

Zhang Liao bowed his hands and said humbly: "In case my talents are not as good as your Majesty's, it all depends on your Majesty's good teaching."

What he said was half-flattering and half-sincere. The emperor's vision and ideas were indeed very unique, and they greatly inspired him in military training.

He had never thought before that it would be so simple to build an army with laws and prohibitions.

"I don't have the ability to train troops."

Liu Xie shook his head and laughed at himself: "Not to mention an army of ten thousand, even if you give me a hundred people to practice, I'm afraid I won't be able to practice well."

"In this regard, Wen Yuan, you, Duke Wen, and General Jun Yi are better at it."

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Zhang Liao smiled and said: "Your Majesty, what you said is wrong. I am a general. Naturally, the more generals and troops, the better."

"But His Majesty is the Son of Heaven and the Emperor. He can lead his ministers and other generals just like ministers and other generals lead their troops. No matter how many, he can use them with ease."

"Your Majesty is the most powerful."

This flattery was very natural. When Liu Xie heard this, he pointed at him and scolded him with a smile: "You are such a slippery man. I see that you often drink with Wen He and that guy."

"This flattery is getting better and better."

Although Jia Xu was a civil servant, he had also been in the army for a long time, so he got along well with all the civil servants and generals in the court and was well-rounded.

Zhang Liao scratched his head and smiled.

Liu Xie walked down the city gate tower and asked, "I heard that you have selected two thousand soldiers who meet the standards of Modao Army. Where are they now?"

"The Zhen family just happened to have built 2,500 sets of weapons and equipment, just for them to give it a try."

The soldiers of Modao Army were selected from the armies of Lu Bu, Huang Zhong, and Zhang Liao. After all, except for Zhang He who was guarding Bingzhou, only the three of them led an army alone.

The rest are like the Hu Ben Army and the Yu Lin Army, which are the imperial guards directly under the emperor and cannot be moved without permission, so they are excluded from the selection.

Lu Bu and Zhang Liao each selected two thousand people, and Huang Zhong was responsible for selecting one thousand people. This was a task assigned by Liu Xie.

Zhang Liao replied truthfully: "Reporting to your Majesty, they are in the military camp. Please ask your Majesty to move to the military camp for inspection."

So Liu Xie followed Zhang Liao to the military camp in a dragon chariot.

As soon as he entered the school field in the military camp, Liu Xie found that many soldiers were fighting in twos and threes in the school field.

Each of these soldiers is more than eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and round waist, and looks strong and strong.

And now they have heavy sandbags tied to their arms, waists, and thighs, and they are practicing with heavy shields and heavy hammers.

There are no fancy moves, just the simplest slashing, thrusting, blocking and counterattacking, etc.

Although it is simple, every move is powerful and heavy, with the sound of whistling wind. Just looking at it makes people jump with fear.

The most surprising thing is that even with so much weight on their bodies, their movements are still very vigorous, as if they are nothing.

"What are they doing?"

Seeing this scene, even Liu Xie couldn't help but jump in the corners of his eyes, feeling that he had arrived at some kind of hell training camp.

"Reporting to your Majesty, they are training."

Zhang Liao smiled, pointed at the group of soldiers and said, "I ordered them to carry a heavy load and slash five hundred times every day, and to run five miles with a heavy load to exercise their physical fitness."

"Of course, the food supply given to them is also the best in the army. They have meat every day, so they train very hard."

After listening, Liu Xie was speechless for a moment.

To be honest, this kind of training intensity is already very scary in this era, mainly because it consumes a lot of food.

However, if you want to form a Mo Dao army that can dominate the battlefield, good food is the most basic. If you don't have enough food, you can't even carry a twenty kilogram Mo Dao.

"Wenyuan, how did you select these soldiers?"

Liu Xie suddenly thought of this question. He was a little curious about how Zhang Liao selected these people.

Zhang Liao did not hide anything and said bluntly: "They are selected from the elites under my command."

"According to His Majesty's request, we first need someone with a height of seven to eight feet and an outstanding arm strength who can shoot a three-hundred-jin bow."

"The second step is to follow the standards used by Wu Qi in training Wei soldiers during the Spring and Autumn Period, which is to hold a spear in hand, carry 20 long arrows and a hard bow on the back, and carry three days of army food at the same time, so that after marching a hundred miles, they can still immediately Only those who engage in fierce battles can become soldiers."

"I have adopted these two criteria when selecting soldiers from Modao. The soldiers you see in front of your Majesty are all elite soldiers who have passed the selection!"

Zhang Liao said, his eyes full of heartache and reluctance.

The two thousand people in front of him are the most elite group under his command, and there are even centurions among them, and there is even a thousand-man general!

Sending all these people into Mo Dao's army can be said to have emptied a lot of the elites under his command.

"I see……"

Liu Xie suddenly understood. After listening to Zhang Liao's words, he could probably confirm that these quasi-Mo Dao soldiers were basically the same as the special forces of later generations. It can be seen that Zhang Liao had indeed put a lot of thought into them.

Thinking of this, Liu Xie gave up the last worry in his heart and sent people to bring over more than two thousand sets of the Modao Army's exclusive weapons and equipment that had been built.

When two thousand sets of brand new armors and swords were placed in the school grounds, the eyes of all the soldiers in the school grounds were attracted.

"This armor looks so strong, it feels like the kind of armor only a centurion can wear."

"Don't talk nonsense. I am a centurion, and my armor is not that sophisticated."

"What kind of knife is that next to the armor? Why have I never seen this kind of weapon before? The shape is so strange."

"Tsk, tsk, it looks very sharp at first glance!"

"Aren't these equipments meant for us to use?"

"Look! Isn't that His Majesty?"

"What? His Majesty is here? Where? Where?!"

…

After many soldiers stopped training, they were attracted by the weapons and equipment and also noticed Liu Xie's arrival.

Liu Xie went out in casual clothes today and did not bring any honor guards or entourage, so he did not attract too many people's attention when he first entered the school grounds.

But when he stood on the general stage, the soldiers in the school noticed him, and they all became extremely excited.

"This is...Mo Daojun's equipment?"

Zhang Liao's face was dull at this time, his eyes were fixed on the rows of armor and weapons, and the shock in his heart was simply difficult to express in words.

This kind of weapon is more penetrating than he imagined!

How terrifying would it be if the warriors he selected were allowed to put on armor and hold swords?