Chapter 1025 Army Formation (Part 1)

In the early morning, Xu Cihang's voice resounded throughout the Fengrui camp: "Come here! Come here! Get up for me! I'll hit dozens of sticks, but the ten army sticks that won't come!"

The people who just entered the barracks don't care about this, they are all death row prisoners, their temperaments are originally rebellious and have no scruples, so they ignore it.

"Ten...nine...eight...seven...six...one!"

Xu Cihang's voice sounded, and then he rushed into each tent, threw them out of the tent one by one, and then started beating with a military stick.

These people had their acupoints sealed off, their backs were beaten with ten army sticks, their skins were torn apart, and they lay on the ground on the school martial arts field.

Fan Yang folded his sleeves and watched the fun with a smile on the side, while Chu Li also stood aside and looked at these people, trying to find a few better ones who could be cultivated, which would come in handy at critical times.

Xu Cihang went down with ten sticks, opened their acupoints while tearing apart their flesh and blood, but couldn't get up, lying on the ground moaning.

"What's your name!" Xu Cihang shouted with a gloomy face, waving a stick while beating, "You're screaming like women, are you men? You'll be like this after being beaten a few times, and you'll come to the battlefield and be chopped down by knives." If you get stabbed by a gun, you will know that this is a piece of cake, shut up all of you, and whoever calls out will add another ten sticks!"

The groans disappeared, and everyone shut their mouths tightly.

There was only a muffled sound of "bang bang" in the field, the sound of a stick hitting the back.

Xu Cihang finished beating them one by one, and hummed sullenly: "This is the lightest punishment. Tomorrow, within five counts after I finish yelling, if there are twenty army sticks that won't pass, I'd rather beat you to death here than let you die." You died on the battlefield!"

Everyone was stunned.

Chu Li turned around and returned to the tent. Fan Yang comforted everyone with a smile, saying that all this was for their own good. If there is no strict military discipline and sufficient training, they will surely die on the battlefield.

It is better to suffer a little here, to be hurt a little, to bleed a little, than to die on the battlefield.

After a combination of hard and soft tactics, even if the twenty prisoners had grievances, they could only endure it, so as not to be beaten again.

From the second day on, Chu Li asked Fan Yang to set up twenty wooden stakes on the school's martial arts field. Each one was about the height of a person, with thick thighs, and two legs could just step on it.

Everyone has to walk at the same time. As soon as the previous person leaves, the next person stands up. One walks slowly and late, or walks quickly and quickly.

Fan Yang and Xu Cihang were holding whips at the side, whoever made a mistake would be whipped, and their skin would be torn apart.

Chu Li sat in the tent and practiced.

After his meridians and dantian were expanded and strengthened, his cultivation base skyrocketed, and it took time to adapt slowly. Moreover, he was also observing Yang Ping's mind, knew his thoughts well, and was always paying attention to the battlefield situation.

Yang Ping's move hit Chu Li's vital point. Without credit, he would not be able to leave the Fengrui Camp, cannot leave the Yingyang Army, and would not be able to return to the Guangming Sacred Church.

Once this war is over, he will have no chance to make meritorious service.

What's more, the next time there is a chance to make meritorious service, it is likely to be a war against Da Ji.

He doesn't have much sense of belonging to Daji, after all, he has been growing up in Qiuye Temple, and he doesn't like King An or the emperor. Everything he does is for the Duke's Mansion.

Once Da Ji destroys the country, the Duke's Mansion will not survive, and once he succeeds in seizing the heir in the future, Da Ji will not be an outsider.

He didn't believe that Yang Ping could keep suppressing him. The Daqiu cavalry was not a vegetarian, and now Dali had the upper hand because Cheng Lin Chengsen had arranged a large formation to block the Daqiu cavalry.

But Daqiu's talent is at its peak, and there must be a formation master. Once this formation is broken, it will be the most intense time. Once Yingyang's army is about to be dispatched, how can Fengrui battalion be idle.

So he was not in a hurry, he had to train these twenty people well first, and once they entered the battlefield, they would be able to play an amazing role. If he wanted to make a big enough contribution, he needed their assistance.

With such thoughts, he came up with a set of formations and asked Xu Cihang and Fan Yang to train them. He sat in the tent and comprehended the Sutra of the Ksitigarbha.

The last time I realized the Ksitigarbha Running Wheel Sutra in the Yinyang Cave, the state has greatly increased, but the Yinyang Cave is too hasty, and I need to calm down and sort it out slowly, so as to truly transform these comprehensions and become something imprinted in my mind.

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The atmosphere in the Yingyang army barracks suddenly became tense.

Chu Li had already seen from Yang Ping that the formation outside Luoqiu City had been broken, and Daqiu Iron Cavalry was approaching the city, planning to attack the city.

The strength of the Daqiu cavalry is not only in the wild, but also extremely skillful in attacking the city. The people in Luoqiu City are not optimistic in their hearts. They feel that they cannot stop the Daqiu cavalry, and Luoqiu City will fall sooner or later.

Zhang Fengping was lying on the bed, panting hard, his face turned pale from the pain.

He is slender, handsome, twenty-three years old, congenitally consummate and a rare master in martial arts, because his younger sister was murdered by the third young master of the Ma family in the city, killed the third young master, and was caught and sentenced to death.

His younger sister had been dependent on him since he was a child, and when his younger sister died, he had nothing to love in his life. He not only killed Master Ma San, but also planned to kill the entire Ma family.

But the Ma family was protected by masters, but they were defeated and sent to prison, almost beheaded. Three days before the execution, they were sent to the Fengrui Camp, where they saved their lives.

He didn't feel happy at all, he just thought about going to the battlefield in the future, killing a few cavalrymen from Daqiu to enjoy his addiction, and die happily.

On the other bed lay a young man, surnamed Huang and named Hu, tall and thin, with a lot of acne on his face, bright eyes and full of energy.

Zhang Fengping was whipped three times, while Huang Hu was whipped five times, grinning in pain.

"Where did this come from?" Huang Hu sighed: "If this goes on like this, I'm going to be beaten to death!"

The old injury on his back didn't heal, and the new injury reappeared, making his bloody and bloody. He had already developed a prone position when sleeping, and he couldn't change it back.

Zhang Fengping lay quietly on his stomach without speaking.

Huang Hu said: "Old Zhang, how long do you think we can live?"

"I can't live for another year." Zhang Fengping said flatly.

Huang Hu sighed: "Yes, if we send it up, we will die. If we can make a contribution before dying, it can be considered as earning something for the family."

He had just arrived in martial arts, but he became a death row prisoner because he robbed the rich and helped the poor. He robbed the rich of a big family and gave to his own poor.

He learned martial arts and went down the mountain. When he came home and saw that his family was poor, he couldn't help but do it.

As a result, he underestimated the nursing home of the rich family, killed two of them and was restrained, thrown into prison, waiting to be cut in half, but sent here.

"Hey..., life is better than death, it's better to be executed directly!" Huang Hu shook his head and sighed: "It's too much!"

"It's just a dozen whips and ten army sticks!" Zhang Fengping said flatly.

Huang Hu said: "Old Zhang, I am the most afraid of pain. I would rather wipe my neck with a knife than live like this. Walking on that pile all day long, I walk in my dreams at night. I am exhausted!"

Zhang Fengping said: "Small arms can't twist thighs."

"I heard that Master Zhao did the trick." Huang Hu moved his head closer and lowered his voice: "It is said that Master Zhao has a great background."

"A disciple of the Holy Cult of Light." Zhang Fengping said flatly.

Huang Hu took a deep breath: "The Holy Cult of Light!"

"We are using formation, military formation." Zhang Fengping said: "It can indeed save lives."

"Can it really save your life?" Huang Hu curled his lips: "It's like a donkey pulling a mill, can it work?"