In the southern part of Ji State, there are thousands of miles of wasteland. Two figures are walking in front of the scorching sun. It is Yang Fanhai and Feng Wuyang.

Although the two of them didn't like each other, Fang Shixin's arrangement made them unable to refuse, so they could only go on the road together. Feng Wuyang had been on the front line for a long time and was used to this kind of rushing road, so naturally nothing happened, but Yang Fanhai was in trouble.

This trouble is not the scorching sun in the sky, but the horse under the crotch.

He has lived in the mountains for a long time and has never ridden a horse. A tiger has ridden, but it was riding on the other party's back to kill the tiger. Now he is riding on the back of a military horse, which makes him feel uncomfortable. Not to mention riding a horse, it would be good if he can sit firmly and not fall.

"It's really... I can't even ride a horse. General Fang actually asked you to join the army in Dingcheng. I really don't know what I think!"

Feng Wuyang, who was beside him, sneering and sarcastic.

Fang Shixin arranged for the two to go on the road together and explained the matter of Lei Bao clearly, naturally hoping that the two could resolve the conflict and enhance their relationship.

Unfortunately, although his mind is active, he does not have the ability to see human personality clearly. Feng Wuyang is not a person who can easily change his views, especially when it comes to Lei Bao.

Although Lei Bao was seriously injured by Yang Fanhai (in his opinion, Lei Bao was not dead at that time, but was only seriously injured), he was the one who finally knocked Lei Bao's head down. No matter what, the credit should be his own.

If you really want to calculate it, you only have to make 30% or 70% of the credit, and you are the one with 70% or 70% of the feelings of Yang Fanhai.

It would be fine if many soldiers were talking about it, but after all, he could slowly suppress this matter, but Fang Shixin said this differently, making him feel as if he was pressed by someone on his head, which was extremely uncomfortable.

With this thought, he was even more disliked by Yang Fanhai and had no intention of resolving the misunderstanding with him.

He is like this, not to mention Yang Fanhai, he is also a person who doesn't care too much about the feelings of strangers, otherwise he wouldn't have been like that in Cuiwei Mountain in the past.

Since Feng Wuyang wanted to look like this, he was too lazy to say more. Anyway, as long as this guy took him to Dingcheng.

At this time, when he heard the other party's sarcasm, Yang Fanhai was not angry or annoyed, but said lightly: "If you are not happy, you can leave first. I have a map and I can find it alone."

"You..." Feng Wuyang's heart was getting angry again, and his voice was raised octave.

Yang Fanhai looked at him coldly: "Why, do you still want to fight with me?"

He knew the other party's hand. Not to mention one person, even if five people came, he could easily put them down.

Feng Wuyang naturally understood that he could not beat him, and when he left, he was afraid that it would be difficult to explain, so he could only swallow his anger and followed him slowly, watching Yang Fanhai keep making a fool of himself.

At this time, Yang Fanhai was trying hard to improve his riding skills, but no one could give him guidance. How could he do it in a short while by exploring by himself? Although he has made a lot of progress in the past few days, he still can only let the horse under his crotch move slowly and cannot gallop.

Dingcheng is far away from Weicheng, and is generally not within the supply range of Weicheng. A few days ago, it was Qi Shaohu's order that Fang Shixin was asked to personally escort the material. It was because he was too far away and worried about something that he brought a large number of people.

In addition, Yang Fanhai was unable to ride the horse, so the two left Weicheng for more than half a month, and had just completed 60% of the journey.

Nearly half a month later, Dingcheng is getting closer and closer, and the environment here has become much better. It is no longer just weeds, but also a large amount of farmland.

Dingcheng is the largest city on the southern front and the place with the most people. Despite the years of hard fighting, Changguo did not dare to come here to harass him easily, making the harvest here stable.

The appropriate whip of clamping the saddle under the crotch accelerated the speed of the war horse, which made Yang Fanhai feel a little happy and made some progress.

After passing through a sparse forest, a row of black shadows appeared on the distant horizon. After running closer, I looked closer and clearly saw a long city wall. Dingcheng arrived.

Although Yang Fanhai had always been thinking about joining the army, the moment he was sure of the city wall still made him feel excited.

It was the largest city on the southern front of Ji Country, and it was also the place where I was about to start another kind of life.

"A guy who has never seen the world!"

Feng Wuyang snorted coldly, clamped his legs, galloped his horse, and headed towards Dingcheng. The journey was finally over.

Still thousands of meters away from Dingcheng, I suddenly saw dozens of soldiers rushing out on the roadside, holding long spears to block the two. A man wearing armor and captain-like figure walked up to the front and asked in a deep voice to the two, "Who?"

They were scouts outside the city and would not have checked the people entering and leaving the city casually. But seeing that the two of them seemed to be riding with Ji horses, they naturally had to come out to ask.

Feng Wuyang took out a token and said to the captain: "I am Feng Wuyang, deputy general of Weicheng, and come here to pay homage to the commander of the city lord General Fang Shixin."

After the token was confirmed, the captain nodded: "It turned out to be Deputy General Feng of Weicheng, I'm so rude!"

After returning the token to Feng Wuyang, he waved his hand to let the people around him retreat and made way.

The two continued to move forward, and as soon as they arrived at the door, they heard a scolding in front of them: "A group of new recruits, can't do such a thing well, what's the point?"

Goodbye, a dozen young soldiers were bare-armed, carrying a piece of wood that was one meter thick and ten meters long, coming from the city. The wood was obviously soaked in water and was extremely heavy, probably about three thousand pounds.

A dozen soldiers were all strong, but they could be seen as just farmers. Not to mention practicing, I was afraid that they had never practiced martial arts. Carrying such a piece of wood was still extremely difficult. Every step they took was trembling violently, and they all turned red. They didn't even dare to let out their vigor, for fear of losing.

A man in armor next to him was slightly fat, with a beard on his face and a fierce look on his face. He held a whip in his hand and kept beating the soldiers, cursing him constantly.

The wood was already heavy, and more than a dozen soldiers used their strength to whip it, and they didn't dare to let it go in half.

Seeing that the bearded man in armor was very arrogant and domineering, Yang Fanhai frowned involuntarily, but knew that he could not make trouble casually, so he could only pretend that he had not seen it.

After someone stepped forward to check the identification of the two people, he walked towards the city.

As soon as he walked to the bearded man, the man raised the whip in his hand again, whipped it hard, and shouted loudly: "Hurry up."

This time it was quite powerful, and the soldiers who were pulled could not help but screamed in pain.

It's okay to be normal, but at this moment, something big happened. In this case, the power on his body is like air in his chest. Once he holds it tight, he cannot easily release it, otherwise he will immediately relax and deflate. His shouting naturally made the force relax and his body soften and fell to the ground.

More than a dozen people had reached a limit to carrying the wood. Not to mention losing all their strength, they would probably be able to put a few straws on them. At this moment, when this person fell, the others also let out a terrifying roar, standing still, looking painful.

Looking at everyone, they were shaking and trembling all over, and they were obviously unsustainable.

If this continues, everyone is in danger. Yang Fanhai can no longer ignore it. He immediately jumped off the horse, turned his body, and stabbed the wood with a beheading technique.

This attack did not control its strength. After it exploded, it directly shattered the entire wood. Pieces of broken wood flew into the four directions, allowing people to avoid it.

There was a burst of sad sounds, and more than a dozen people carrying the wood fell to the ground one after another, and they were not stopped.

"What are you doing?" The bearded man shouted angrily and whipped it in his hand.

He had no good feelings for this person, so how could Yang Fanhai let him slap him? He grabbed the whip with his backhand and directly grabbed it in his hand.

"So brave!" Beard shouted loudly, trying to pull the long whip back, but found that it could not be done. He widened his eyes and threw the long whip in his hand, and he was about to draw the sword.

Feng Wuyang, who was standing by, saw that the situation was wrong, immediately spoke: "Old Cai, why are you so angry!"

He naturally wanted Yang Fanhai to cause trouble and be held accountable again. But Fang Shixin asked him to bring people here. Once something happened, he could not get rid of the relationship and had no choice but to come forward.

Fortunately, he knew this bearded man and said something.

He turned around, was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said in surprise: "Feng Wuyang, why are you here?"

"It's a long story, let's talk about it later!" Feng Wuyang smiled, pulled out half of his beard and pressed back, and asked again: "What have these guys committed? Do you want such a heavy punishment?"

Beard shook his head: "Whatever you do, these are all new recruits. This is training them. Now I am responsible for the new recruits."

"Training?" Feng Wuyang was stunned, then shook his head and said, "This is too strong." He thought these people had committed a crime, but he didn't expect that it was just daily training.

"If the intensity is not high, how can I practice it!" Beard hummed indifferently and asked again: "Aren't you in Weicheng? Why are you here?"

Then he thought of something and asked with a smile: "By the way, a few days ago, the reward document arrived in Dingcheng. I heard that you have your name. What did you do? Could it be that your uncle lied to you for military merits."

It can be seen that the two of them are very familiar with each other and dare to make such jokes.

"How dare you! How dare you!" Feng Wuyang shook his head and suddenly asked as if he had thought of something: "You said you are the new recruits now?"

Beard nodded: "That's right."

Feng Wuyang seemed to have an idea and hurriedly pulled his beard to the city: "Come here, tell you something."

Then he ordered Yang Fanhai: "I have something to do first, please wait for a moment at the door."

Yang Fanhai didn't say much, but nodded, looked at the recruits who were lying on the ground and could not move, and did not step forward again, and stood by the side with his horse waiting.
Chapter completed!