On February 27th, the prefect Yang Quanqi returned to Jiyang City after completing his inspection of the county.
After finishing the official business, I returned to the inner hall and saw a black wooden box placed on the desk. It was military intelligence transferred from the governor's office.
Use the key to open the secret box. There are two pieces of intelligence inside. One is that the former Qin captured Yaonu Fort and Bopu Fort where various tribes were massacred; the other is that the Later Yan used troops from the four states to march towards the Western Yan, and a war was imminent.
Yang Quanqi put down the intelligence and frowned. The war situation in the north was tense, so the court transferred him away from Luoyang. Xiahou Zongzhi was good at managing government affairs, but he was not familiar with military affairs and did not know if Luoyang City was in danger. Sighing softly, he couldn't control it if he wasn't in his position and didn't care about his affairs.
Xinye County was the only place for northern soldiers to go south. The original three thousand soldiers and horses in the county were poorly trained. The former prefect Wei Ren deducted food and wages and forced the soldiers to farm the land and do business for profit.
After he took office, he supplemented his food and salary, stepped up training, and implemented new training methods in the army. However, most of these soldiers and horses were unable to be trained, and they were just mixed soldiers and paid, which would be of little use if a war came.
What he can really rely on is the 500 clan soldiers under his command. I wonder if the 800 newly trained troops can be used. After seeing the results of the training, Yang Quanqi paid more and more attention to the two new armies. After thinking for a moment, he drafted the content of the next new army competition: array, archery and skill competition.
On March 1st, the sun was shining brightly, the spring breeze was gentle, flags were flying, and Yang Quanqi and others ascended to the general stage amid the sound of drums.
The drums stopped, and the two new troops stood as solemn as a forest, as motionless as a mountain, majestic and majestic. Yang Quanqi nodded with satisfaction. Within a month and a half, the training of the two new armies had initially achieved results. Yang's training method was implemented in the army, and the results were good.
The golden drums sounded and the flags waved. Under the command of different flags, the two new armies advanced or retreated, left or right, which can be said to be advanced and retreated in a controlled manner.
Yang Guang stroked his beard and said: "Yes, both new troops have practiced well. Especially Anyuan, who has lived in the military camp for the past month and a half and has not slacked off at all, so he can achieve today's results."
Yang Quanqi remained silent. He knew that his eldest brother had always been close to Anyuan, so he would put in good words for him whenever he had the chance. Although An Xuan did not live in the military camp permanently, he still had a hard time running around in order to finalize the product. Yang's training method and Yang's plow alone brought opportunities for the Yang family to improve their products, and their contribution was far greater than that of Anyuan.
The drums stopped, the flags were frozen, and the queues were rearranged horizontally and vertically. With Yang Quanqi's instruction, Yang Siping loudly announced the results of the array competition, regardless of the winner or loser.
In the second archery competition, the two armies each selected 60 archers, and each group of 20 people shot at a target of 30 paces, a target of 50 paces, and a target of 80 paces. The winner was determined by the number of shots that hit the target.
In the past half month, Zhao Tian has strengthened his archery training. At the thirty-step target, the two armies were almost the same. At the fifty-step target, they lost slightly. At the eighty-step target, Yang Anyuan's team won.
The result was announced, and Yang Anyuan's team burst into cheers.
Zhao Tian, Yan Zhuang and others looked ugly, Yin Ji gritted his teeth, and the muscles on his face were twitching. After returning, he had to let the soldiers practice archery for half an hour, even if their hands were swollen. They must not do it again in the next competition. lose.
Yang Anxuan sighed secretly. He saw everyone's hard work in the past half month, but the basic difference could not be changed in a short time.
The training intensity of these soldiers under his command has increased, and the food supplies can keep up, and they are much stronger than before. Yang Anxuan believes that by the end of three months of training, his new army will definitely win.
Zhao Tian said in a low voice: "In the third competition, you can only win and not lose. If you lose, including me, you won't be allowed to eat tonight, and you will have to add 100 sit-ups, 100 push-ups, and 100 squats every day." .”
Competing with skills, that is, fighting and fighting to kill the enemy. More than four hundred people formed a square formation, holding wooden sticks and walking slowly forward. The formation methods in the army are derived from the description in "Sun Bin's Art of War * Ten Formations". The new army only had a short period of training and only learned one type of square formation.
Yang Anxuan didn't know much about the formation, so he followed the instructions of Zhao Tian and Yan Zhuang. The square formation is in the shape of a back, with strong and numerous troops around it, few troops in the center, and the commander in the middle. Yin Ji was at the front of the square formation, with a shield in his left hand and a stick in his right hand, eager to try.
Yang Anyuan's team also formed a square formation. Cen Minghu said with a smile: "Compared to the two armies, they are no match. Let's kill them and let them know how powerful we are."
Another military lord is Yang Xiang. Yang Xiang said: "Don't underestimate the enemy. I heard that the Third Young Master has come up with something new."
Cen Minghu said disapprovingly: "Frills and bells and whistles are of little use. Lieutenant Yang, I will ask you to go to the front line."
Twenty steps away, Cen Minghu raised his wooden stick provocatively at Yin Ji across from him. Yin Ji's eyes narrowed and he shouted: "Brothers, follow me forward."
Shouting "one two one" in unison, Zhao Tian's troops, led by Yin Ji, began to charge.
Yang Siping said solemnly on the general platform: "It is as fast as the wind, as slow as the forest, as aggressive as fire, as motionless as a mountain, as unpredictable as the shadow, and as moving as thunder. It has mastered the art of war. Second brother, the new army has been trained. It’s worthy of reuse.”
When Cen Minghu saw the opponent advancing like a wall with momentum like a rainbow, he raised the wooden stick in his hand and shouted, not to be outdone: "Kill!"
The sound of killing is everywhere, majestic and majestic.
The two phalanxes collided together, the sticks flew together, and screams continued. Some people were constantly hit in the vitals by the gray bag on the front of the stick and quit the competition.
A soldier in front of Yin Ji Tiaofei saw Cen Minghu rushing towards him. He roared and rushed towards Cen Minghu. He pointed his stick forward and stabbed Cen Minghu's chest.
The two of them had competed no less than a hundred times. Cen Minghu knew Yin Ji's moves very well, so he calmly raised his stick and pushed it away, then pushed the stick away. Then the stick sank downwards and stabbed Yin Ji's lower abdomen.
Yin Ji struck the shield with his left hand, and the stick hit the shield, causing white ash to rise. Cen Minghu swung his stick down and aimed at Yin Ji's calf.
His sight was blocked by the shield, and his ears were filled with noisy shouts. Yin Ji was a little slow to hide, and the tip of the stick was swept from his trouser leg, and his foot was broken.
He threw away the stick in his hand angrily and glared at Cen Minghu angrily. Cen Minghu laughed and said, "Brother Ji, I'm sorry, I'll treat you to a drink next time to keep you company."
As soon as Yinji was defeated, Cen Minghu was as powerful as a ferocious tiger and led his men to charge forward. Zhao Tian's side was already in decline.
Yang Guangdao: "After all, Anyuan has led troops for many years and led his troops to kill enemies on the battlefield many times. Nothing can compare to An Xuan's ability to talk about military affairs on paper."
Yang Anxuan realized that something was wrong and said to Zhao Tian: "Zhao Sima, howl and shrink into a group. I will lead my men to defeat the enemy's front."
The low horn sounded, and the soldiers had learned military discipline. One long horn and one short horn meant shrinking the formation. Everyone was familiar with the drill of dividing and reuniting. They faced the enemy and moved back, revealing the rear team, and waited for the rear team to become the front team and take a stand. , waiting for the front team to move back again.
There was a bit of chaos at the beginning. Captains such as Sun Zhong and He Qing restrained the commander, who restrained the corps commander, and the corps commander yelled at the soldiers. Soon the formation stabilized and the array tightened toward the center.
Yang Anxuan did not retreat but advanced, passing through the gap in the human wall to the front of the formation. Cen Minghu rushed there first. Yang Anxuan didn't say much, and the sound of wind swept across the room.
Cen Ming's tiger stick was howling in the wind. He knew that the stick was very powerful and did not dare to be careless. He raised the stick with both hands to block it.
With a "click", the stick in Cen Minghu's hand was bent and swept away. Cen Minghu was startled and jumped back on tiptoe. Yang Anxuan put away his stick and said with a smile: "Change the stick and come again."
Cen Minghu held the stick in his hand, with a solemn look on his face. He held the tail of the stick with his right hand, lightly held the stick body with his left hand, and shook out a big stick flower with all his strength. Hard yet soft, tender yet transformed, it hits Yang Anxuan's face with unpredictable changes.
Yang Anxuan later retreated and stabbed straight with the stick in his hand. The tip of the stick hit the tip of the stick in Cen Minghu's hand, and the stick flower disappeared immediately. Cen Minghu's heart trembled, and he vibrated the stick in his hand, the stick flower rose again, and struck Yang Anxuan's left waist in an arc.
The stick was about a foot away from his waist. Yang Anxuan's shot was like lightning. He spit out the stick and cut off the sweeping arc again.
Cen Minghu was so depressed that he had no choice but to retreat and stop his attack. Yang Anxuan did not attack, but smiled and waited for Cen Minghu to be more energetic and swing his stick to hit him again.
Yang Anxuan saw that Cen Minghu had lost all his sharp energy, and his body and stick merged into one, with the force of a rainbow drinking from a stream, and struck Cen Minghu's head.
Cen Minghu met each other with his horizontal sticks. When the two sticks met, the "click" sound came again. The stick in Cen Minghu's hand was broken in the middle, and the tip of Yang Anxuan's stick was also broken.
While Cen Minghu was stunned, Yang Anxuan united his body and stick. The broken stick was as fast as lightning, and it hit Cen Minghu's chest, and then retracted it with a light touch.
Cen Minghu sighed, threw away the broken stick in his hand, and said seriously: "My Cen family has been practicing swordsmanship for generations (1). I hope to have the opportunity to compete with the third master on horseback in the future."
Yang Anxuan nodded, and Cen Minghu retreated. Stretching out his feet to pick up a wooden stick on the ground, Yang Anxuan was as powerful as a mad tiger and unstoppable. In a moment, he swept out a hollow.
Zhao Tian was overjoyed and sent an order: "Beat the drum and move forward."
The drum beat was exciting, Zhao Tian's team was unstoppable, and Yang Anyuan's team retreated steadily.
On the general stage, Yang Guang looked solemn, Yang Siping clicked his tongue in admiration, and Yang Quanqi stroked his beard and smiled.
These new troops have been so powerful after only one and a half months of operation. If they have time to experience life and death on the battlefield, they will be a strong army. Anyuan and Anxuan are the two tigers of my family, and the Yang family army has no worries about having no successors.
Yang Anyuan shouted loudly, "Hold still, step back and take responsibility." As he said this, he and Yang Xiang rushed forward, attacking Yang Anxuan from both sides.
Zhao Tian, Yan Zhuang and others rushed forward one after another, and Yang Anxuan shouted: "You don't have to come over, just watch the battle from the sidelines."
The surrounding soldiers stopped fighting and gathered around, waiting for the general to decide the winner.
Yang Anyuan looked at his third brother, who was standing tall and tall, with mixed feelings in his heart. In less than half a year, the third brother who caused trouble was no longer recognized by him. Thinking about what the third brother has done recently, it is really frustrating.
As soon as the thought flashed through his mind, it was swept away by the vigorous fighting spirit.
Ever since I was little, my mother has told me that if I want to change my destiny, I have to fight hard. As a concubine, I have to work twice as hard as my brothers. Yang Anshen is practicing martial arts while drinking and partying. Yang Anxuan is killing enemies on the battlefield while riding a horse and hunting. He gets up early and stays late. Sleep and never dare to slack off.
Yang Anyuan looked at Yang Anxuan resolutely. If he didn't fight, who would mother and Li'er rely on in the future? Do they have to rely on Yang Anxuan's kindness to give charity? Only when you hold power in your hands do you not have to rely on others, even father, son and brothers.
Glancing at Yang Xiang, Yang Anyuan leaped up, his stick hung in the wind, and struck down. Yang Xiang hesitated for a moment, then stepped to the left and swept the stick towards Yang Anxuan's waist.
Yang Anyuan's steps staggered and he ducked to the right. The true energy came out of his body. Under the pull of the energy, the trajectory, strength and changes of Yang Anyuan and Yang Xiang's sticks were all clear.
The body moved quickly, the true energy flowed up along the stick, and the stick in the palm was like a spiritual snake spitting out a message, stimulating Yang Xiang's face. Yang Xiangben was a little hesitant and saw the stick coming and going to seal it. Unexpectedly, the stick in Yang Anxuan's hand trembled, and the tip of the stick lowered towards the throat.
Yang Xiang was shocked and quickly retreated. Yang Anyuan hurriedly swept Yang Anxuan's back with his stick, surrounding Wei and rescuing Zhao.
Yang Anxuan stood up with his stick, then used the momentum to swing up and kicked Yang Xiang's chest with his toes.
With a "bang" sound, Yang Xiang was kicked out about ten feet. Fortunately, Yang Anxuan calmed down, and Yang Xiang felt his chest tighten, but was not injured.
Yang Anyuan's stick hit the upright wooden stick. Yang Anxuan had already kicked Yang Xiang back and landed lightly on the ground. He kicked the stick tip on the ground, and the stick tip shot towards Yang Anyuan with sand and dust, and Yang Anyuan had to turn sideways to avoid it.
Yang Xiang hesitated for a moment, did not move forward to flank, and took two steps back to get out of the battlefield. Although Yang Xiang retreated, Yang Anyuan's fighting spirit remained unabated. The stick in his hand flew up and down, whirring in the wind, and pressed forward step by step.
Yang Anxuan had fought against Yang Anyuan before, and was often punished with bruises and bruises. Now the situation was reversed. The seemingly continuous stick movement became slow in Yang Anxuan's eyes. The long stick vibrated and pierced the center of the arc.
With a "pop" sound, the stick flowers immediately dissipated, and Yang Anyuan felt the stick in his hand tremble, as if it had turned into a living creature and was about to run away. I remembered that the master who taught me martial arts said that there are masters in the martial arts world who can use objects to transmit power and hurt people invisible.
He took two steps back to eliminate the strength of the stick, but his hands still felt sore and numb. Yang Anyuan looked at Yang Anxuan in surprise. Brothers in the clan all hired the same masters to practice martial arts. When did Yang Anxuan learn inner strength? Could it be that he felt wrong.
The crowd parted, Yang Quanqi walked in with a big smile, held Yang Anyuan with his left hand, and held Yang Anxuan with his right hand, saying: "When two tigers fight, one of them will be injured. You are all good sons of my Yang family. If you are capable of making contributions on the battlefield, you don't have to be in school." Yang Shangfen, you and I will live and die."
Pulling his two sons, Yang Quanqi faced everyone and said in a loud voice: "Today's competition, we are all victors, each will be rewarded with a fat pig. In addition, I have decided that each team will be given twenty military horses to learn riding and shooting."
Cheers spread everywhere, gradually converging into shouts of "mighty, mighty", shaking the world.
