After resting in the Northern Frontier Camp for three days, amid Su Chunwei's constant urging, Xu Haifeng and others embarked on a journey back to the capital.

During the battle with the Xiongnu Chiduo in the grassland, Xu Haifeng seized more than 4,000 horses on his own. He left three thousand horses, and the rest were given to the Northern Camp.

Fang Lingchen received this gift for nothing, and he was also very comforted. They all knew that war would break out at any time. More preparation means more guarantee. War horses are the most lacking strategic material in the Han Dynasty. Of course, the more, the better.

Before leaving, Xiang Ming asked Xu Haifeng for advice on how to train soldiers. Xu Haifeng had an idea and introduced Jiang Kongming to him. So under the arrangement of Jiang Kongming, a series of modern special forces trainings quickly spread in the northern camp under the leadership of the Black Flag Army.

But this intensity and requirements seem too strict, not everyone can bear it.

Less than 10% of the entire northern camp can barely support it, and the one that deserves its name is one in a hundred.

However, after this, the physical fitness and combat capabilities of the soldiers in the northern camp were significantly improved. Jiang Kongming simply convened all middle and senior officers to give examples of the key points of collaborative combat in the cold weapon battle, analyze and study them one by one. He pointed out the advantages and disadvantages of various military branches one by one. His unique insights are far beyond the contemporary level.

At this point, all the generals in the camp were convinced by him. Even Fang Lingchen wanted to be polite when he saw him, and privately told Xu Haifeng that if he could get help from this person, he would be better than a hundred thousand soldiers.

The only regret is that Jiang Kongming spent too short a time in the camp, and there were still many things that were not too late to teach.

Therefore, Jiang Kongming orally wrote some of the contents and asked Xu Haifeng to copy them by himself, and handed them to Fang Lingchen before leaving, which made him extremely grateful.

Xu Haifeng asked privately why he didn't do anything by himself.

Jiang Kongming said sternly: "Only when the lord writes and spreads himself, can the name of the Black Flag Army be revealed by the lord, and the students are just icing on the cake."

However, Xu Haifeng sneered at his explanation.

The real reason is that Jiang Kongming's calligraphy is too poor, and the characters he wrote are like ancient tadpole writing, making people feel like reading heavenly books.

If you were not a person who knew his background well, you would never have thought that such a person with higher wisdom would be a fake scholar who could not write well even syncopated.

That night, Fang Lingchen read at night with a light, sometimes clamoring and sometimes dancing.

On the next day, he sighed and said to the direction where he was attending the side: "If there are three years, the combat power of my Red Ocean Legion will definitely be higher. Even if it faces the Golden Wolf Army, it will not be inferior at all. It's just..."

Although he didn't continue, Yan Ming understood what he meant. The war was about to break out and there was no time to retrain.

Three years, what a luxury number.

At this time, Xu Haifeng and others had been leaving the camp for a whole day.

Unlike when he came, Xu Haifeng's Black Flag Army replaced the cannons with bird guns, and all the soldiers rode on war horses.

That night, Xu Haifeng settled down. He teased the girls for a while, refused to have something in the army, and left.

Before leaving, he hugged Lin Wanxian openly and said, "Wan'er will rest first. I will accompany you in two hours."

Everyone naturally knew what good things would happen at that time, and they all blushed with pretty faces. Xu Haifeng was dazzled. But he was no longer the same as before, and his concentration was so strong that there was no other person in the world except for a few masters in the older generation.

Therefore, he smiled at the girls narrowly, turned around calmly and came out.

He came to Jiang Kongming's tent and saw that he had already prepared. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Mr. Military Advisor, why are you more anxious than me?"

Jiang Kongming sighed: "Students are working hard, and they feel so anxious that they are so tired that they have to find something to do."

"Ha... Then I'll bother the military advisor and I'll just visit it." Xu Haifeng was happy that someone would do it for him. He knew that no one in the Black Flag Army could go to the right place in the management of military affairs, so he let him command and never interfered.

"Let's get started."

With Jiang Kongming's order, hundreds of black flag soldiers brought in two hundred war horses.

Although I don’t want to admit it, the war horses produced by the nomadic people in the grassland are far better than those of the Han horses.

According to Zhebe's identification of the five hundred war horses Xu Haifeng asked for from Fang Lingtian, only a hundred of them were first-class war horses. The rest were mixed with fish eyes, and the horses were even more uneven in physiques and were useless.

So when Xu Haifeng came, he just fed the first-class war horses and drank bloody wine. As for those inferior goods...

His blood was the biggest backing of the Black Flag Army at this time. According to Jiang Kongming's words, it must not be wasted, so there is no need to use it.

The more than 4,000 war horses seized this time were all top-grade horses above first-class. It can be seen that the Huns were so powerful that they were known as the best military power in the world. They were indeed the most famous scholar.

Fang Lingchen seemed very happy to get more than a thousand horses because he knew that the quality of these horses was extraordinary, even compared with the war horses of the elite troops in the red ocean, it was even better than that.

Lin Changkong pulled out a long sword and handed it to Xu Haifeng. He took it and scratched his wrist without changing his face. He suddenly felt blood flowing, and soon a large bowl dripped.

"Enough." Jiang Kongming signaled.

Xu Haifeng ticked a few points on the acupoints near the wound, and the blood flow gradually slowed down. Lin Changkong immediately wrapped him layer by layer with clean white cloth prepared in advance.

Although his internal strength is deep and his body is full of energy, anyone who loses a large bowl of blood will look pale and ineffective in his spirits.

Xu Haiming didn't say anything, a jar of Drunken Moon wine was ready and delivered to Xu Haifeng at this moment.

He took the wine jar and drank all the wine with his head held high.

The stronger his internal strength, the longer his breath will be. He drank a jar of wine in one breath, without any pause in the middle. Such a huge amount made Jiang Kongming envious.

Xu Haifeng no longer paid attention to the actions of others. He walked to the side, sat cross-legged, and soon entered the state of emptiness and brightness where both the things and the me were forgotten.

At the same time, two Black Flag soldiers poured the bowl of warm blood into a large vat.

The barrel is filled with fragrant wine. Of course, these are just ordinary wines, which are incomparable to the Drunken Moon wine that Xu Haifeng drank.

When the wine and blood mixed, a strange dark red formed. Although it was not shocking, the strong smell of blood floated in the air.

Jiang Kongming nodded secretly, Xu Haifeng's blood was indeed unique. He had conducted experiments until he diluted more than twenty times the wine, and the color and taste were not diluted.

"Give me a gift." Jiang Kongming calmly ordered.

So the hundreds of soldiers served one horse in every three. Two people grabbed the horse's limbs, and the other forced the horse's big mouth to fill the night of bloody wine distributed to him.

The horses were ignorant and of course they struggled with all their might, but the ones who grabbed them were the black flag soldiers with great strength. These cold-blooded soldiers didn't even need ropes. They just grabbed a horse's hoof with one hand, making them unable to move.

For a moment, the neighing sounds of horses on the field were one after another, which was quite spectacular.

Jiang Kongming frowned, waved the feather fan that never left his hands, and said, "Let them shut up."

So the third sergeant squeezed the horse's big mouth in his hand, and the poor horse couldn't even scream.

However, this situation did not last long, because soon all the horses fell asleep in a drowsy way under the magic of blood and wine.

"Okay, today's mission has been completed. I hope God can bless you. One of them can come up with a treasure that surprises me." Jiang Kongming turned around and sat on a big bearskin chair and said to himself.

Xu Haifeng drank the Drunken Moon Wine and entered the realm of emptiness and brightness according to his previous practice.

This is a magical world that is very different from the material world.

Here, he is the only existence in the world. His spiritual sense can feel all the changes in his body, and this feeling becomes increasingly clear.

When wine enters the abdomen, those special nutrients are quickly absorbed by the abdominal wall, leaving only some residues slowly excreted through the intestines and urethra.

The absorbed components are dispersed throughout the body through the micro blood vessels in the body and converted into their own essence. As his internal force continues to move, part of the essence is wrapped by internal breath and enters the dantian.

It was like the dantian of the melting pot that kept rising, and the essence was refined one by one, so that he could truly become the true energy that he could freely mobilize and control.

At this point, he completed the first stage of cultivation, refining essence into qi.

As the true energy continued to increase, he seemed to feel that something was about to happen.

That night under the strong mental pressure of Li Yanbo, his qi and blood were automatically converted into mental power. However, once Li Yanbo left, he could not experience this transformation again.

His mental power is barely shorter than that of masters like Li Yanbo in terms of quality, but it is far different in quantity, so he urgently hopes to master the cultivation method of increasing mental power.

That is, the second stage of practice, refining qi into gods.

But his cultivation is always a little bit worse, and he always loses his strength whenever he takes the last step.

Xu Haifeng also knew that this was his lack of cultivation. If he forced himself to do so, he would suffer the consequences.

He sighed in his heart, and he ended his efforts. Anyway, there is only time, as long as he can persist, he can accumulate enough energy sooner or later and break out of the cocoon.

If an ordinary practitioner wants to overcome this level, he will not even think about it without years of hard practice, and with the right opportunity.

But with the help of his special physique, Xu Haifeng can break through his neck and achieve his wish in just one year at most.
Chapter completed!