What does the Firearms Academy do? It belongs to the current Wuyan Institute. All day long, those guys light up gunpowder when they have nothing to do. I just killed two birds with one stone and asked them to blow up mountains and test the power of various formulas of gunpowder, which is equivalent to a disguised stone opening. As for the by-products falling, their Firearms Academy pays some shipping fees. Our hospital is working hard, so naturally it all belongs to us, just to pave the way.

Besides, with gunpowder, the cost of cutting mountains and rocks has dropped by many times. Thinking about the past, I gritted my teeth and took a poke and hammered it down. It was not like now. I poked a hole and stuffed it with gunpowder. I pulled the root and had a long lead. With a bang, a large area could collapse. The safety factor of quarrying was much higher than that of previous manual operations.

Uncle Li didn't speak, and then walked back to the horse. We all followed behind and stepped on the flat concrete road. The sound of hooves was crisp and sounded. The road was covered with pine, cypress and birch trees. Although they were half-large trees that were several people tall, they looked like they were connected into a white road with green on both sides.

After a while, I saw a huge stone gate that could almost occupy all the sight of people from afar. Uncle Li snatched his horse and took a deep breath: "This huge stone is probably more than ten thousand pounds. What a big deal, a son-in-law, okay..." Uncle Li stopped his horse outside the stone gate without waiting for my answer, reached out to pat the towering stone gate, and continued to walk in along the neat concrete road. The guards who wanted to approach the next door saw that I was leading the people, so he knew that he would not walk here again.

Following the road, he was lined up to the neat two-story brick and stone buildings on both sides of the road. Uncle Li only looked and didn't ask, and walked slowly here. Not long after walking, he could hear the sound of uniform footsteps. In addition to the rhythm of the footsteps, in addition to the bamboo whistles, there were occasional shouts: "One, two, three, four, one-two." The sound was neat and high and powerful. Uncle Li and Uncle Cheng looked at each other in surprise. The steps also seemed urgent. After turning two corners, Uncle Cheng and Uncle Li were completely shocked by the scene in front of him. Each hundred people were wearing bright red battle robes and covered leather armor, forming a small team of ten to ten to advance in a surprisingly large dam with powerful and majestic steps. The turning was like the waves of blood. The waves were surging...

Nearly ten such small square formations have no sound of talking or playing, nor any other disharmonious sounds. The only thing is that when the red flag on the square school platform was raised, three neat and short bamboo whistles sounded, and then hundreds of people shouted in unison: "Long live! Long live the Tang Empire! Long live His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty!" It seemed as if the sun that shook the world from the outbreak of the roars, it seemed to be eclipsed.

Uncle Li held the whip tightly, his face was blushing, his eyes were bulging, and his front teeth were exposed. The people next to him were all excited by the shocking roar. Li Zhi and Li Shen only saw this scene today. This was a generous gift I prepared for the opening ceremony of the school more than two months later, so naturally I have to keep it secret. But now, alas, I hate Uncle Li, the old lunatic, very much, which is equivalent to exposing our killer moves in advance. It's so annoying-

"Okay! OK! OK!" Uncle Cheng was also excited by the current atmosphere, and kept slapping the young master's shoulder, and had to bite and hold it with a bitter smile.

Uncle Li's expression was not as excited as before. He stood there and watched for a long time. Finally, under my dissuasion, Uncle Li and his group quietly left the training ground. Then he asked about the buildings in the academy one by one. Even in the toilet, Uncle Li and Uncle Cheng, two old men, went in without any dirty clothes, then tied their belts and walked out, and kept saying that it was wide and airy, without much odor. After walking around for half an hour, he finally felt tired and followed me to the second floor office prepared for me for rest.

But Uncle Li couldn't calm down and sat on the bench. He held his baby's sunglasses in his hand and held a horse whip in his back. He slowly walked around in the spacious office with his shaking figures. He pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled foolishly, and then frowned and raised his head to look at me. He reacted strangely. If it weren't for following Uncle Li all the way, I would have almost thought that Uncle Li had taken some drugs and was crazy. Uncle Cheng was very satisfied with carrying a backrest bench like this. Li Zhi and Li Shen seemed to be negotiating there to compete for the landing rights of the only remaining bench. In the end, the two little kids sat halfway, and kept squeezing the back of their heads on the backrest.

"Brother Jun, my good sister-in-law, it's so strong, it's so strong." Cheng Chuliang and Yuchi Baolin simply squeezed to the side of me and kept shaking my eyes.

"Hehe, the son-in-law, come here." Uncle Cheng, who is still wearing green toad sunglasses, raised his head and called me over, and pointed his forehead at me who was smiling with satisfaction: "Hey, you kid is really worthy of being the son-in-law of our Cheng family. He really has some tricks. I took your "Military Training and Soldier Training" back and thought about it for half a month, but I can't do this. Otherwise, you might as well just stop worrying about these messy things and come to my army to train troops for me. How about it?"

"Ah?!" Looking at Uncle Cheng's big teeth with a sharp mouth, Uncle Cheng's words really made me speechless, "Old man, stop farting!" Uncle Li seemed anxious, rushed over a few steps, with a ferocious old face, and expressed his strong dissatisfaction to Uncle Cheng, the shameless old man. Then, he turned his head, with a kind look and a kind expression: "I love my son-in-law..."

As soon as these words were said, I was covered in a wild look. Uncle Cheng looked pale and wanted to vomit. Uncle Li ignored the old killer's exaggerated performance and pulled me to the window, continuing to maintain a kind expression: "I am worthy of being my son-in-law. I did not read you wrong, hahaha..." He looked as if everything was silent.

"The son-in-law dares not take credit. If it were not for the soldiers' lives, the full support of his father-in-law, Duan Duwei and Lord Zhong worked together to cooperate with the officials of various departments in the relevant departments, it would be difficult to achieve the same achievements as today." Anyway, no one can take all the credits, and everyone will benefit, so that we can do our work in the future.

"Okay, okay, not just rely on his merits alone, very good." Uncle Li smiled even more kindly. "I'm not hiding my son-in-law, I was also a powerful general in the battlefield in my early years. All the soldiers under my command were elites in the world. In terms of vision, perhaps Li Jingqing could mention it, Yu Zi," Uncle Li said this and glared at Uncle Cheng, who was showing off his sunglasses in front of a group of young people, and continued with a sneer, "I'm afraid it's difficult to say it,"

There is someone who is standing side by side with me. I see that the soldiers you trained are not bad compared to the veteran general Duan Zhixuanqing, Zhou Yafu of the Tang Dynasty. He is strict and disciplined, and the training ground is silent. If all the soldiers and generals of the Tang Dynasty are like this, who can shake the world..." Uncle Li kept complaining in front of me, just praise me, and always compare this young man to this and that one. I feel ashamed that when I hear this, we are only able to show it.

"The son-in-law dare not accept it because of his father-in-law's praise," he praised too much, and we were embarrassed to accept it. After considering the following sentences, he slowly said: "Although these soldiers have been practicing for several months, the days are still short, and they can only practice their appearance, not practice their form, and not practice their roots. They should not be named the world's number one mansion."

"Oh?" Uncle Li caressed his long beard, his eagle eyes flashed, and a meaningful smile hung on the corners of his mouth: "Why?"

"Uncle, can you tell that the battlefield is a quarter of an hour, and ten years of training. My son-in-law thought that if we want to cultivate the world's most powerful army, it would be to make the soldiers of the Tang Empire strictly abide by the rules and regulations. The orders are to practice their appearance. Being brave and good at fighting is just to practice their form. However, the most important thing is: Those who can be loyal to the king and be brave and fearless of the death are to be refined. Only if they are to be honest, they can be considered to be true soldiers of the Tang Empire." The four words "Loyalty, Patriotic" fell on the face of the old coach of Uncle Li, and they were squeezed out from the cracks of the teeth. Because they were leaning against the window, the wind outside the window blew and slashed, and my son's voice deliberately lowered his voice to the last few words. These words came out of my mouth and entered Uncle Li's ears-
Chapter completed!