The two groups of cavalry are the armored cavalry of the Sihuang City and the blood-thorned elite cavalry of the Cibi Battalion. They are the elites of both armies.
When the two leading knights heard Mu Shuangquan's roll call, they had already recognized him from his attire. They each raised their hands, and the rumbling cavalry slowly stopped.
The leading knight of the Blood Thorn Rider on the left urged his horse forward, circled around Mu Shuangquan and his group of three people, one corpse and six horses, then stared at the corpse of the old black turtle tied to the horse's back, and asked Mu Shuangquan in a deep voice. Comprehensive waist card check.
Mu Shuangquan's name, position, height and physical characteristics were engraved on the back of the waistband. After checking it carefully for a moment, the leading knight threw the waistband back to Mu Shuangquan. Looking at the three people covered in blood in front of him, he stood in awe and said nothing. The patrolling infantry wiped out a small group of Bei Rong cavalry sentries and brought back six high-quality war horses. These are real warriors!
The leading knight no longer dared to neglect, beat his chest and saluted: "Brothers, thank you for your hard work, welcome back to the team! Please!"
After saying that, he turned around and led the team of blood-thorned knights to lead the way.
The Beirong cavalry are brave and cunning, and are notoriously difficult to deal with. I really don’t know what means the Yi Shi Bu soldiers used to win this battle.
It was just a matter of military secrets, and the leading knight was not in a position to ask more questions.
Another group of Sihuang City's city guard cavalry, at the leader's signal, reined in their horses and stepped to the side, raised their hands and saluted to indicate that Mu Shuangquan would lead the team over, and they were willing to escort them for a while.
They usually looked down on the arrogance of the police camp outside the city, but they put it away at this moment.
There is no other reason than that soldiers respect true warriors!
Mu Shuangquan has been in the military camp for so many years, and this is the first time he has enjoyed the treatment of having a leader in front of him and an escort behind him. His waist is straight, his scorched face is rosy, and the tattoo on his forehead is shiny, he is excited, and he is waving. Signaling Hei Wa and the wounded soldier to follow, he urged his mount to follow step by step.
Not long after, when they arrived in front of the north gate of Cibi Camp, the two teams of cavalry ended their escort, solemnly beat their chests, saluted and turned away.
Mu Shuangquan quickly thanked Chang Siguo in return and asked Chang Siguo to dismount and cooperate with the inspection in front of the camp gate.
The general on duty asked a few questions briefly, and arranged for the soldiers to carry the wounded soldier to the examination room for treatment. He untied the black turtle's body from the horse and placed it in the designated place on the left side outside the camp gate.
In order to avoid the occurrence of plague and other diseases in the important military camp area, corpses from outside are not allowed to enter the camp easily.
Chang Siguo stayed outside the camp to take care of the corpse. He saw Mu Shuangquan driving six horses carrying trophies and walking away under the leadership of his soldiers. He was a little bored and couldn't move around at will. He sat aside and thought about his future in this world. The problem.
Only by first understanding and establishing a firm foothold can we talk about subsequent development, finding a way out and other matters.
Whatever you do, you have to do it step by step and don't do it too hastily.
These are some of Chang Siguo’s insights in the business world.
From Hei Wa's memory, we learned that there were four kingdoms in the Qingyuan realm, namely Xintang, Dachang, Nanping, and Beirong.
The Nanping Kingdom where he was located had constant small battles with the Beirong Kingdom, and major wars often occurred. As a result, a 150-mile-wide buffer zone of bitter cold wasteland appeared between the two countries' borders, called the Bloody Wasteland.
Hei Wa doesn't know if there are other countries or forces in Qingyuan.
Even the number of state capitals and the vast area of Nanping Kingdom are unclear.
This foodie is most concerned about filling his stomach, or the serious sequelae of nearly starving to death in the past.
Chang Siguo was more interested in the Body Refiner in Hei Wa's memory. Hei Wa also heard from hearsay that the Body Refiner was very terrifying and powerful, and had a unique and respected status in the military camp.
Heiwa doesn't know the specific details.
Hei Wa only remembered that there was a way for ordinary soldiers to be taught the body training techniques.
That is to perform meritorious service and exchange great military achievements for a military body-training method.
Hei Wa heard Old Turtle Hei nagging him several times, "Now that I have become a master of body training, I can eat meat and drink wine every day." He was so envious that he was so impressed that he became obsessed with training himself to death. .
Chang Siguo rubbed his chin and thought. He had been born in two lifetimes and had his own understanding of body refiners. He had some doubts in his heart. Hei Wa's brute force was so powerful that it could overwhelm a warrior. When he slashed with all his strength, there was even a red glow on the blade. , could it be that he has tempered his body to the preliminary state of a body refiner?
After searching Heiwa's memories of all the battles he had experienced, no other soldiers were found to be able to do this.
What Hei Wa practices is Fuhu Jin, the military fighting method taught by Hei Lao Turtle.
The other sword skills and spear skills learned are the simplest moves.
In battlefield fighting, there is no room for showboating. No matter how deadly you are, just a few vicious moves.
Practice makes perfect and rely on instinct.
It is also most suitable for stupid people like Hei Wa. If the moves are too complicated, Hei Wa will be confused.
Chang thought about it, he had to find an opportunity to learn more about this world.
From Hei Wa's shallow memory, we learned that this is a chaotic world, with famine, war, and people living in dire straits.
If you want to survive, you must have strength and authority, and the quickest way to gain authority and strength in the military is to become a body refiner and a member of a special and noble group in the military.
In this case, he must find some books about body refiners as soon as possible to understand. Also, his current body gives people the impression of a fool. In order to make things easier in the future, he must make appropriate changes...
Just as he was lost in thought, a messenger rushed out from the camp gate and ran to Chang Siguo, who was guarding the body. He looked up and down curiously and asked, "Are you Hei Wa?"
In the military camp, many soldiers were illiterate and did not even have proper names. Most of them were called by nicknames.
Hei Wa was picked up from outside by Hei Lao Turtle when he was on a mission. He joined the army and just made a living, and he was not given a serious name. His life was precarious, so the name was of no use.
The waist tag is engraved with the word "Hei Wa", taking the surname of Hei Dad.
Unless someone like Mu Shuangquan has become very successful and has an official position, the military official will give him an official name so as not to be an eyesore. As for Hei Wa's previous name, he has no memory.
Chang Siguo stood up, lifted his badge from his waist and gave the visitor a look. He nodded with a wooden face and said, "Yes!" He couldn't just smile when meeting people, he had to pretend to be sad.
"Follow me, the Captain wants to see you!"
The messenger showed his token to the gatekeeper, signaling Chang Siguo to follow him in.
Chang Siguo's heart moved. He thought that at most he would be greeted by a general of the uncle's level. It seemed that his contribution this time was not small. He actually alerted the outpost Captain Zuo. On second thought, he hurriedly shouted: "Wait a minute, Father Hei is Leave it here, or take it into the camp?"
Due to emotions and reasons, I can't let Dad Hei ignore his mistakes.
He also knew that corpses were not allowed to be easily brought into the military camp, so he deliberately asked this question.
In case he is not here to guard, the soldiers on duty at the gate will dispose of the body casually.
The messenger was about twenty years old and looked very capable. He looked back and looked at Chang Siguo.
He heard in the account that Hei Wa was stupid. The person in front of him looked normal when he didn't speak. When he opened his mouth, he turned out to be stubborn. He couldn't tell which was more important. He frowned and said, "I'll leave it here for now, wait until I'm done with you." , you can come back and deal with it."
He also said hello to the soldiers on duty and hurried into the camp with Chang Siguo.
The bandit-breaking army was stationed outside Sihuang City. The tents in the camp were connected to each other, in groups of ten tents, with trenches as boundaries. They were arranged in an orderly manner, with soldiers patrolling everywhere.
In the middle of each group of more than ten tents, there is a small school ground, where the soldiers sweat and practice.
After walking for about half a quarter of an hour, we passed several trenches.
The ordering soldier led Chang Siguo into a tall and spacious wooden tent. There were guards with swords on both sides of the door. The ordering soldier stepped forward and handed the order with clasped fists: "Reply to your lord, bring Hei Wa."
Chang Siguo entered the senior general's camp for the first time. He glanced around and saw several generals in armor and helmets standing on both sides. Mu Shuangquan stood at the bottom near the door, wearing a new light suit. A, wearing a helmet to cover the tattoo on his forehead, looked happy and winked at him, telling him not to lose his etiquette.
After going up to the planning stage, a middle-aged military general with a square face was sitting, looking at him with bright eyes.
On the back left side of the desk, a young man wearing a black robe sat casually. He had a smooth face and a plump forehead. His hair was tied with a black ribbon. He was reading a thread-bound book in his left hand, looking quite aloof. .
