Liu Feng's military tent set up camp here a hundred miles south of Xinye.

The scorching sun was thick above my head and the surroundings were very hot. But there were bursts of shouts of killing from the military camp.

In recent days, Liu Feng has traveled to eighteen villages and recruited more than 150 soldiers. Therefore, this military camp has been built to look decent.

To the north is a military tent, and to the south is a schoolyard. On the schoolyard is a small dot-stop flag with the word "Liu" embedded on the dot-stop flag.

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

Under the spot, more than 150 soldiers, led by ten capable veterans, lined up in square shapes. They were practicing spear-killing techniques, and scattering waves of sweat under the scorching sun.

As his eyes slowly swept across this army that had just taken shape, Liu Feng couldn't help but feel a little proud. This army belongs entirely to him, and it is the army he pieced together bit by bit.

Although it's not from scratch, it's not bad.

The only regret is that it is impossible to train an army that can conquer and fight well.

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

The only advantage is that the farmer's body is very strong, which is the basic and the most important thing. Without a strong body, 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 weak.

This is not a good sign. The foundation of an elite soldier is to train hard and have a solid foundation. Seeing the soldiers who were gradually weak in the audience, Liu Feng frowned.

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

"No." The soldier responded, immediately walked down the stage and knocked on the side. For a moment, a rapid golden sound rang out.

The ten elite old men in the school immediately stopped their hands, withdrew their spears, and shouted: "Stop."

The new soldiers behind the old soldiers then took back their spears and stopped.

At this time, Liu Feng also walked off the stage and walked past the rows of soldiers. Suddenly, Liu Feng stopped, pulled out the long sword from his waist, and swept towards a soldier in front.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and his sword was as lightning as lightning. With the attack of the long sword, an extremely powerful aura burst out from Liu Feng's body.

The soldiers pointed to by Liu Feng's long sword were shaking and their faces were as pale as paper. They seemed to be in the Shura battlefield with corpses all over the ground.

Liu Feng's sword was out quickly, but it was also cleverly retracted. The long sword was barely stopped on the soldier's neck.

The hand was firmly holding the hilt of the sword, and the blade was always placed on the soldier's neck, and blood was seen when he was touched inward.

Liu Feng asked the soldier who looked pale and still had horror in his eyes and said, "What do you feel?"

The soldier seemed to have just woken up from Liu Feng's attack and said stammeringly: "Small, the small one is like he died once."

"Okay, it's good to have this feeling." Liu Feng smiled with satisfaction at the soldiers' answer, and with a clang, he withdrew his long sword.

Liu Feng's sharp sword that seemed to be trying to take human life did not only affect the soldiers in front of him, but also the soldiers around him had more or less influence.

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

After three years of hard work, Liu Feng and Xu Shu have learned literature and practiced swordsmanship. They rode horses and hunted with Zhao Yun. Not only did they have a strong body, but they also achieved some success in their sword skills.

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

Liu Feng raised his sword and made a murderous aura to make these soldiers feel a sense of death.

After collecting the sword and returning it to the sheath, Liu Feng slowly swept over the soldiers around him and said slowly: "I told you that I am eighteen years old, but I am restless, so I have to train troops and fight and achieve success. Since you follow me, you have the same thoughts. Joining the army is not just to kill the enemy, but to take a path of promotion. On the battlefield, death is an extremely common thing. Remember the feeling you just felt, on the battlefield, it was a very ordinary moment before death."

Although Liu Feng's words were not deliberately cold, a cold air still rose from the hearts of the soldiers around him. Although under the scorching sun, he still felt cold all over his body.

I felt a little fear of death.

Of course, Liu Feng did not say this to arouse these people's fear of death. He turned his head slightly, and Liu Feng suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "So before entering the battlefield, you must develop a strong body, speed like a leopard, sharp eyes like an eagle, murderous aura like a tiger. Turn yourself into a strong person, let the weak fear you, and let your enemies lose their fear when they see you." At this point, Liu Feng paused suddenly, took a breath, calmed down his mood, and said: "This is the only way to save yourself and make achievements on the battlefield."

"That is, sweat more and bleeding less. Continue to train until you are exhausted and you don't even have the strength to eat." This sentence is the only thing Liu Feng wants to say.

Whether it was a sword-holding killer or a passionate speech before, they just created an atmosphere.

Sweat more and bleed less.

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

Liu Feng knew that although he was good at managing the situation, when it comes to training troops, the ten old soldiers were still stronger. After that, Liu Feng turned around and returned to the general stage.

"Sweat more and bleed less. Although I have never heard of this sentence, this principle. Those who do not train hard and are not determined in their minds have died, but we survived." The ten old soldiers were carefully selected by Zhang Fei and who could not stop by dozens of rounds on the battlefield. These are almost professional soldiers. They have almost realized the profound meaning of Liu Feng's words in a short time.

One of the old men murmured.

Another old man nodded with conscientiousness, looked up at Liu Feng, who was standing in the wind on the podium, showed his first sense of identification, and said softly: "I no longer doubt that the Major General can train an elite soldier."

You know, even if it was Liu Feng's identity, Liu Feng's words that were extremely inciting in Deng Village that day did not completely convince these old soldiers.

But just by these few words, these old soldiers had to accept it.

After delaying for a while, the old man with the highest prestige of the stroke stepped forward and shouted at the soldiers who had some thoughtful faces, "What the Major General said is good, sweat more and bleeding less. If you want to save your life, practice it for me."

"Kill." Then, the old soldier suddenly burst out with a shout of killing, and his spear stabbed straight, and a sharp aura burst out from the old soldier.

The only difference from Liu Feng was that the old man seemed to have a scent of blood on his body.

"Kill." Ten old soldiers and more than one hundred and fifty new soldiers suddenly burst out like a lion-like roar.

A momentum that was different from the previous one surrounded the soldiers, and the momentum was soaring.
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