Yang Fanhu stared at him and said viciously: "I will tell you that from now on, no one will eat until they are clean. One or two of them are dirtier than pigs. How about eating like a bird?"
Su Dingfang glanced at Yang Fan with a resentful look. This general was really troublesome, but he didn't dare to refute.
Because he knew that if he dared to say one more thing, everyone might be punished, and then he would really be on the verge of crying.
As a disciple of Li Jing, the military god of the Tang Dynasty, Su Dingfang actually had his own way of training soldiers, so he was somewhat resistant to Yang Fan's training methods.
In his opinion, soldiers only need to be invincible on the battlefield and beat the enemy to pieces. Why should they pay attention to hygiene?
But everything changed after coming to the stormtrooper camp!
When getting up in the morning, soldiers must wash up before eating breakfast.
The quilt on the bed must be folded into tofu pieces, and the military camp must be cleaned and spotless every day...
These are just some small sections after training!
And the training of soldiers is even more diverse and varied...
Walk in unison like a child learning to walk, even the swing range of the arms should be almost the same;
The other one is running and walking. When everyone is running, they can only hear one footsteps.
What's even more ridiculous is that standing in a military position and basking in the sun is simply torture to death.
Su Dingfang had never seen this kind of training method before. It was simply unheard of.
Now that I have to take a shower before eating again, it's just getting further and further away.
Although Yang Fan said it bluntly, no one dared to question it face to face!
After all, these people are family members of prisoners, and they are inherently low-level people who have no meals and are often abused.
Now Yang Fan not only gives them food and clothing, but also gives them the promise to change their destiny.
Therefore, Yang Fan's relationship with them is not just a simple superior-subordinate relationship, but a benefactor who changes their destiny and gives them rebirth.
Another thing is that every night, a light brighter than an oil lamp will rise in the camp, just like daytime. How is this phenomenon different from that of gods?
All of this was brought about by Yang Fan, how could they not be in awe.
Therefore, even if Yang Fan did not personally lead the training of soldiers, Yang Fan's prestige was unknowingly deeply rooted in everyone's hearts.
Even proud figures like Su Dingfang were impressed by Yang Fan.
Now that everyone was compared to pigs by Yang Fan, they did not feel angry. Instead, they were ashamed and ashamed. They could only grit their teeth and drag their tired bodies to take a shower first.
Looking at these soldiers who were reluctant to leave, Yang Fan felt helpless.
After all, the conditions in ancient times were limited, and it was impossible to implement strict health management regulations as in later generations.
It seems that I need to strengthen my immunity for this batch. I don't know if Sun Simiao, the old man, has any medicinal materials that can strengthen the human body.
Don't let the disease destroy this group of soldiers who were finally selected.
Watching everyone leave, Yang Fan walked directly back to Junyangfang's mansion with splayed legs.
The girls are still in Junyangfang, so Yang Fan certainly can't just stare at these gentlemen.
Doesn’t it smell good to him to hold a beautiful woman in his arms and cut her into jade?
It's a beautiful thing to have sex with a beautiful girl in the dark, with a harmonious affection, a husband and a concubine!
Wu Meiniang's whole body was weak, her face was like blood, and she felt that her will had been exhausted by the ecstasy and bone-crushing rubbing.
Qiaojiao was in a trance for a moment, thinking about being immersed in sweetness for the rest of her life, relying on Yang Fan to get everything she wanted.
Because he was a little excited today, Yang Fan was a little restless.
Traveling back in time, Yang Fan had no ambition to become king at first, but every passionate young man has a dream like a star.
Isn't it every man's dream to lead an army alone on the battlefield?
Yang Fan now has the opportunity to pursue his dream. He has systematic advantages, a prominent position, and insights that are far ahead of the ancients...
When these things come together, even the most humble person will have a heart-pounding ambition.
After all, if you don't make some noise, how can you be embarrassed to say that you are a time traveler?
However, due to the limitations of the times and the inertia of history, the journey is long and full of obstacles, and everything must be done step by step.
However, now he urgently needs to vent his inner excitement, while Wu Meiniang is in pain and happiness.
"Lang Jun... Mei Niang is dying, why don't you call Xing'er over..."
At this time, Wu Meiniang was like a little rabbit, begging for mercy. She had no strength in her body and could not even move her fingers.
However, it also greatly satisfied Yang Fan's macho vanity. He smiled mischievously and said: "My wife still has the strength to speak, which means she can still resist."
Before she could finish her words, Wu Meiniang trembled like soft mud and collapsed completely.
Yang Fan smiled proudly and said, "Meiniang finally knows how powerful this general is, right?"
Wu Meiniang laughed and said jokingly: "Oh my eldest master, you have only been a general for a few days, and now you are showing off your power with me? My husband is really worthless... Oh... no... I am wrong... Yeah...uh huh huh"
Yang Fan vented all his anger, haha... If you dare to challenge the authority of the official, you will naturally be punished.
Wu Meiniang was miserable!
After a long while, Wu Meiniang slowly came back to her senses and said with an angry smile: "Mr. Lang is so brave, but you have to save some energy to kill the Tibetan barbarians."
Yang Fan gently stroked Bai Yu's skin and asked with some confusion: "Is there any news about Mei Niang?"
After all, this bitch is in charge of the Plum Blossom Guard. After these few months of expansion, there should be some results, but I don't know the specific situation.
Wu Meiniang rolled her eyes at Yang Fan, her husband was too out of place.
When I asked myself to establish the largest intelligence organization in the Tang Dynasty, I spent hundreds of thousands of dollars every month, but I didn't care at all.
I really don’t know whether to be too caring or to have absolute trust in myself.
However, Wu Meiniang believed that it was her husband's trust in her. After all, she handled all the affairs of the Yang family single-handedly, and she was considered a hero among women.
Without letting Yang Fan wait for a long time, Wu Meiniang opened her red lips lightly and said: "According to the letter from the Plum Blossom Guard, after learning that the King of Tubo, Songtsen Gampo, was rejected by the Tang Dynasty, he secretly contacted the tribe leader. Although I don't know the specific content, I don't think so. It would be a good thing, but Mei Niang doesn’t understand. It seems that they haven’t raised much food and grass, so how dare they send out troops in such a hurry?”
After Yang Fan thought for a while, he understood the reason, and explained with a smile: "Isn't this their usual style? They don't prepare food and grass, they just want to come to the Tang Dynasty to rob them. In fact, Tubo does not really want to be an enemy of the Tang Dynasty. I just want to make a gesture to show my toughness!"
Early the next morning, just after the cockcrow and before dawn, the sounds on the training ground were already thunderous.
