Chapter 150 Mobilization before the war

Chapter 150 Mobilization before the war

Chapter 150 Mobilization before the war
As the morning light began to appear, a solemn and tense atmosphere filled the front military camp.

The wooden door of the camp slowly opened in the morning light, revealing the orderly scene inside.

The soldiers were ready to go, the black armor they wore flashing a cold light.

The brand new long sword in his hand seemed to still be warm from the iron furnace, and it was sharp as a knife in his hand.

The desolate sound of the horn rang out from all directions, ringing at the front scouts.

Countless soldiers and generals in the front army raised their heads and frowned slightly.

It seemed as if he remembered the huge noise made by the scouts of the vanguard army during their all-day training before the expedition.

But this time, they did not feel annoyed or disgusted, but instead felt secretly jealous.

When the war is over, even the soldiers of the front army will

There were also many soldiers who did not achieve any military merit or receive any reward money.
They traveled thousands of miles from Lianghuai, Huguang, Shandong and Henan to the northern frontier just to kill the enemy and gain merit.

Now they have returned empty-handed and are not satisfied seeing their colleagues returning with a lot of rewards.

But the Northern Yuan Dynasty had been destroyed and there were no more wars to fight.

Only the front scouts still have battles to fight and can make achievements.

But to enter the front army scout unit at this time is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

The news of the outrageous behavior of the front scouts has spread among the army.
Their chief officer Lu Yunyi took the military merit book from the central army tent and personally selected them.
Only then were more than 3,000 soldiers selected from the front, middle and rear armies to expand the army.

It goes without saying who can serve as a scout in the front army. They must be brave and courageous people who have beheaded enemies and have military merits.

Now, there are more than 5,000 soldiers standing on the expanded parade ground of the front scouts.

They lined up neatly, their steps were even, their eyes were determined, and there was a solemn and murderous atmosphere in the air.

Lu Yunyi held a long sword and a copper trumpet that had been improved many times.

He looked quietly at the dark mass of soldiers in front of him, with satisfaction in his eyes.

Compared to ordinary soldiers, elite soldiers are arrogant but know the rules better.

They can also look ahead and behind when charging, and understand the ways of mutual coordination and survival in battle better than ordinary soldiers.

This saved Lu Yunyi a lot of effort as he no longer had to teach every detail as before.

Lu Yunyi stood there quietly with his hands behind his back, without moving at all, and seemed to have no intention of making a sound.

The same was true for the 5,000 scouts of the vanguard army.

Time passed little by little, a quarter of an hour passed,

The soldiers stood like Mount Tai, motionless.

After two quarters of an hour, some soldiers began to show doubts in their eyes.

Three quarters of an hour, four quarters of an hour, half an hour passed,
The air is no longer filled with solemnity, but with boredom.

The soldiers' heels ached from standing for so long that they would move slightly from time to time.

There was already a hint of disorder in the queue.

Seeing that they could hold out for half an hour, Lu Yunyi had a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.
There are always some considerations for these newly recruited soldiers.

Now it seems that at least we can enforce the orders.

But Lu Yunyi still did not move. He just stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the soldiers from above.

Straighten your knees, chest, neck, open your eyes, tuck in your chin, abdomen, buttocks, and push your head up.

Standing for a long time is not just to train the soldiers' obedience, but to make it an instinct for them on the battlefield.

Keeping your knees, chest and neck straight and your body upright will make it easier to maintain balance in military posture. If you can stand firmly when fighting with the enemy, you will be invincible.

At the same time, straightening the chest and neck helps protect vulnerable parts such as the chest cavity and can also deter the enemy.

In a head-on fight, momentum accounts for 20% of the decision of victory or defeat.

Keeping eyes open helps soldiers stay alert to their surroundings at all times and detect enemy situations in a timely manner, which is especially important for scouts.

Retracting the mandible can reduce the exposed area of ​​the head and neck, allowing the armor to be stacked and reduce damage.

Tucking in the abdomen and buttocks will strengthen the core muscle groups and improve the endurance and stamina of military posture. Whether you are attacking or rushing to support, being one step faster will win you three points.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and the morning sun gradually rose.

It was almost June, and even in Gyeongju in the north, the air was still a bit hot. Sweat trickled down the soldiers' temples, making their lips turn pale and dry.

The soldiers who had never undergone such training felt the pain in their bodies and persevered with gritted teeth.

The sun was getting hotter and hotter. After another quarter of an hour, the soldiers were already living a miserable life.
They had been standing there for an hour, and although the queue was getting noisier and the air was getting more stuffy,
Most of the soldiers were staggering, but they still held on.
They are elite warriors who have fought on the battlefield and have extraordinary willpower.

This made Lu Yunyi very satisfied. Compared with training new troops, training elite soldiers was much easier.

Just when the soldiers were about to collapse and felt that every minute and every second was torture,
Lu Yunyi, who was standing at the front, finally made a move.
He picked up the speaker behind him and held it in front of his eyes.
Soon, a slightly immature but powerful voice was heard.

"Very good, you guys did very well."

As soon as these words came out, countless soldiers felt relieved and their straight backs suddenly collapsed.
I felt that my head was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and I wished I could take it off to repay my military merit.

"But it's not enough."

The heavy sound rang out in the training ground, like a heavy hammer hitting their heads.

Then, they saw Shangguan draw out his long sword.

The silvery-white cold light sparkled brightly under the sunlight, shining in the eyes of countless people.

"Swing forward one hundred, chop one hundred, slash sideways one hundred, start!"

There seemed to be a wailing in the training grounds, although it was silent,

But both Lu Yunyi and the soldiers watching the fun nearby heard it.

The sound of the blade rubbing against the scabbard continued to ring out, appearing chaotic, but full of murderous intent!
The soldiers moved their lips, hoping that the moisture in their mouths would wet them, but they were disappointed.

The black chicken and ginseng soup they had just drunk in the morning was like a fire burning in their bodies, scorching their blood.

On the stage, Lu Yunyi looked calm as he swung his sword again and again. The sound of breaking through the air was endless, causing many soldiers to look alert.

After fighting for an hour, he still had this much strength.

It is rumored that the two chief officers of the front army scout department are extremely brave and powerful. Now it seems that their reputation is well-deserved.

The soldiers who were standing by the parade ground and watching from behind the wooden fence saw the drill.

His face turned pale and he was no longer interested in going to the front army scout unit.

“Swing hard. Every swing of the sword on the battlefield could be the final blow. Even if it’s just a drill, you have to swing hard!
You must carefully experience the feeling of swinging the knife when you are exhausted.

Get familiar with it, master it,
When you are exhausted, if you strike with your sword, you will get a head, a military merit, and ten taels of silver."

Lu Yunyi's voice continued to spread outward through the copper trumpet, making many soldiers who were wielding swords look black.
They only felt that the long sword in their hands weighed a thousand pounds.
Just picking it up was quite strenuous, and it felt as tiring as if I had been fighting on the battlefield all night.

But when they saw Shangguan wielding the long sword quickly as if it were nothing,
The soldiers gnashed their teeth and waved their weapons vigorously.

Most people who can become elite soldiers are those who refuse to admit defeat.

They turned their attention to the old soldiers of the front scout unit and the dozen figures at the front.

Their bodies were as strong as mountains, their swords as fast as the wind, and they maintained the same speed as Shangguan.

Although it is difficult for them to accept and believe, it can inspire their fighting spirit.

Lu Yunyi completed the 100 swings in less than a quarter of an hour, using all his strength every time.
But when he saw that many soldiers in the field were beginning to be perfunctory, he frowned:
"No matter how meritorious you are, or who you are, you must train with all your might in the front line.

If you don't want to die on the battlefield, then use up your last bit of strength. Only training when you are tired can help you break through yourself.
The long swords in your hands, each blade blank needs to be folded and forged through thousands of hammerings before it can be formed.
If the craftsman makes some mistakes, the long sword in your hand will have flaws and will not be so strong. You are like this long sword, you are not careful when you practice,

Want to survive on the battlefield? That's just wishful thinking!

The vanguard scout unit carries out the most dangerous military duties and does the most risky task of engaging the enemy first, facing the enemy's elite.

If you are not as hard as iron, do you intend to use your flesh and blood to stop the enemy on the battlefield?"

When these words were spoken, everyone present was surprised and confused, wondering if Shangguan was wrong.

Lu Yunyi continued:
"You must stop the enemy with your sword, not your life.
Swing hard, the enemy won't give you a break.

If you can swing your sword one more time when you are tired, you will gain military merit."

At this time, Lu Yunyi swung the long sword in his hand faster and faster, and completed a hundred chops more quickly.

There was horror in the eyes of almost all the soldiers. If they were on the battlefield at this moment, they would have been dead.

The training ground suddenly became quiet. The noise was vented, leaving only the sound of long swords breaking through the air and the sound of sweat dripping.

The sun rose higher and higher, and became hotter and hotter. The soldiers felt as if a furnace was burning inside their bodies.

The sore muscles made the long sword in his hand seem weightless, leaving only mechanical and repetitive movements.

"If you want to make achievements in the front scout unit, you must be stronger than the enemy.
It is not enough to be stronger than the enemy, you must also be stronger than your fellow soldiers. Otherwise, if you cannot even swing your sword faster than your fellow soldiers to snatch a head, how can you achieve merit?"

The sudden shouting awakened countless soldiers from their state of self-forgetfulness and exhaustion. Intense fatigue once again surged into their hearts. Many soldiers dropped their swords, and their legs and feet went limp and they fell to the ground.

Some soldiers looked dissatisfied. If no one disturbed them, they might be less tired.

Seeing them like this, Lu Yunyi sneered:
"There is no time for you to be distracted on the battlefield.

Remember fatigue, killing the enemy while exhausted is the only way for you to survive.

If any of you want to quit, then leave quickly. If anyone doesn't want to practice, as long as you can beat me, you can rest on the side."

Lu Yunyi's voice suddenly increased and turned into a roar:
"Pick up your swords. If you were on the battlefield, you would already be the enemy's military merit."

At this time, Lu Yunyi swung the long sword in his hand for the last time, completing the three hundred swings of the sword exercise, and below,

Most of the new soldiers are still in the second stage, and a few second-generation soldiers are still in the first stage.

The veterans of the front army's scout unit have already entered the third stage.

Liu Heiying's face looked extremely ugly.
He swung the knife vigorously at this moment, although it was easy,
But compared to before, he could already feel the wailing of his weak body, which was much slower than before.

Wu Fuliu on the side had a resolute expression on his face. Although the long sword in his hand was heavy, he still swung it vigorously.

This is not his limit yet, he can only make progress when he is tired.

Guo Quan and Xu Zengshou were next to each other. Guo Quan had followed the training and had entered the second stage.

Xu Zengshou's lips were pale, his fair face was flushed, and his eyes were bloodshot.
The hair was stuck to the face and stuck together.

He was no longer able to lift the light sword with one arm, so he had to swing the sword with both hands. Every time he swung the sword, he felt like he was going to lose his life.

His vision became increasingly blurry, and he looked towards the figure in front of him.

On the battlefield, General Lu treated his soldiers with great calmness and was particularly lazy. He would even take a break from his busy schedule and hide away to take a nap.

But during the practice, it was like a different person.

"You are the elite, the elite of the army, is this all you can do?"

Lu Yunyi stood on top, squatting and rising up repeatedly, quickly and calmly.

"Ah!!" A tall soldier roared and swung his last knife with all his might.

The fall of the sword seemed to have shattered his long-cherished wish. His legs and feet softened, the sword flew out, and his body fell to the ground.

Even his rapid breathing could not dissipate the fire in his heart and the sense of achievement that came from nowhere.

“Very good, feel the limit in exhaustion, touch the limit, and then exceed the limit!

The new soldiers who have finished swinging the sword can go to replenish salt water.

On your right hand side, drink water in small, frequent sips.

The old soldier started squatting, fifty times, and when he was done he went to drink some water. "

While shouting, Lu Yunyi began to raise his legs high, so much so that his legs were shaking a little while he spoke.

This scene made the soldiers watching purse their lips, with a hint of fear in their eyes.
They didn't know how they could survive facing such a man on the battlefield, his strength seemed endless.

Most of the generals frowned and kept asking around.
Why salt water? What is the difference between salt water and fresh water?
In the army, salt and sugar are precious things.

Although they cannot be as extravagant as the former army, they should at least understand the effect and can imitate it in small quantities.

In a corner outside the training ground, the skinny Geng Bingwen, Marquis of Changxing, and the tall Guo Ying, Marquis of Wuding, stood on one side, quietly looking at the front military training ground in front of them.
Their faces were still a little flushed, the aftereffects of the hangover had not yet subsided, and their heads were aching slightly.

But these pains are nothing to them.
Wuding Marquis Guo Ying frowned slightly and looked at Geng Bingwen:
“Why drink salt water?”

Geng Bingwen, Marquis of Changxing, replied: "Guo Quan said it was used to restore physical strength. During the battle in the royal court,

The scouts in the front line always carried a pot of salt water, a small bag of sugar and a handful of dried apricots, and they would eat some of them every time the battle stopped.
According to Guo Quan, it was very useful, and the soldiers recovered their strength very quickly. "

When talking about the battle in the central army, Guo Ying, the Marquis of Wuding, turned pale.
He was in Liaodong supervising the manufacture of military equipment, and the army set out early.
When he hurried to Gyeongju, the camp was empty.

"Damn it, it's ridiculous that my son goes to war and I stay behind."

Guo Ying cursed and turned to look at the training ground ahead.
He found his son Guo Quan and saw him sweating profusely.
Guo Ying's eyes flashed with deep relief, and he raised his arm and poked Geng Bingwen:
"Thank you very much."

Geng Bingwen smiled and said, "Guo Quan is a very ambitious person. He is much better than some of the children in Beijing."

Guo Ying laughed and looked towards the platform in the front:
"When I saw Lu Yunyi, do you know who I thought of?"

"Who?"

"General Chang Yuchun."

Guo Ying is tall, with a white beard and a look of nostalgia in his eyes. As he gets older, he always recalls the past when he is drunk:
"He never gets tired when he fights. I was a soldier under the Marshal.

I saw with my own eyes that General Chang Yuchun went in and out of the army seven times.

The guards beside him were so tired that they had to be replaced twice, but he still wanted to charge forward. The commander ordered me to hold him down.
My brother and I went forward but we couldn't hold him down. I still remember the force of it clearly.

Before I knew it, it’s been almost thirty years.”

Geng Bingwen, Marquis of Changxing, also had some feelings.
“When some of those old guys die, we will be the oldest.

This boy doesn't look like General Chang Yuchun. I'll have someone bring you some combat strategies of the front scout unit later.
It is much more detailed than the strategies given by some of the generals in the central army, and it covers all aspects.

The most important thing is to consider the overall situation."

Wuding Hou Guo Ying smiled:

"I have seen too many young heroes over the years. Not everyone can reach the level of you and me. Let's see.
But I remind you not to pay too much attention to him, because he may have gone a long way."

Geng Bingwen, Marquis of Changxing, looked solemn.
They could already see the civil-military struggle that was about to break out in the court.

This was foreseeable after the Duke of Song and the Duke of Ying retreated.

What is more important is the struggle between the new and the old. This is different from the struggle between civil and military affairs. It is prevalent throughout the Ming Dynasty and is something that every newly established dynasty must experience.

These old guys will eventually leave the court.
When the old power takes over from the new one, it will inevitably be accompanied by bloody storms, and the storm is about to come.

Wuding Hou Guo Ying looked deep in his eyes and spoke calmly:
"I discovered something in Liaodong. Some of Nahachu's former subordinates have had connections with the imperial court for several years.

There is another group of people investigating this matter. I have traced them from many sources and found that they are Mei Yi’s people. "

(End of this chapter)