The next day, it was dawn again.
The swarthy boy didn't get up as early as yesterday because Lao Xu didn't have diarrhea this morning. Yesterday, there was quite a lot of fuss from morning to night. First, they went to the inner city to recruit troops, then they fought against rich and evil people. When they came back in the evening, they had a strength competition with the blacksmith. They didn't even dare to go to the latrine to eat the nine black cornstarchs they ate. It is easier to get hungry when your stomach is empty.
The dark-skinned boy was lazy today and didn't get up until the end. He had a strange dream last night. He was here and there, and he could still fly around like a bird. It was a mess. When I woke up in the morning, my head was still a little dizzy, and I had almost forgotten everything in my dream. He stretched out, washed briefly as usual, came to the yard, went to the hut, drank cold water, and prepared to practice by himself.
As soon as Wang Erxiao set up his position and was about to squat on horseback, the young master's family rushed over anxiously. He grabbed the dark boy's arm and pulled him to a remote corner of the courtyard, muttering as he pulled.
"Trouble, trouble, I'm afraid there's something wrong here. Listen to me. We may get into trouble, but we have to be careful. Ever since I woke up this morning, I feel like someone is always looking at me. Circle, as expected, it was the blacksmith who was staring at me. I counted, from when I got up early in the morning until just now, the blacksmith has stared at me five times. What do you think he wants to do? Does he have any ideas..."
After being asked such a long list of questions by the young master, the last remaining bit of sleepiness in the swarthy boy was shaken away. In order not to lose in the competition last night, he took the risk of using the Guidance Technique and the Luck Technique. Now he has indeed caused trouble. When Master Yang taught them this technique, he once warned them that this kind of Kung Fu is not ordinary. It belongs to the outside world. Try not to use it casually when walking in the world. If someone sees it and says it badly, it will cause disaster. As for the reason and what kind of trouble it will cause, Master Yang only said that they were still young at that time. , that little guy said it in vain. But now it seems that he was really reckless, and this disaster is likely to come to his door.
After all, the young master and the dark-skinned boy were young, and they were a little scared because of nothing they had done. After discussing for a long time, they still had no idea. Instead, the more they discussed, the bigger their heads got. The bigger their heads got, the more they thought wildly. The more they thought, the more scared they became, like headless flies. With no clue, the dark-skinned boy kept blaming himself and regretting that he shouldn't have been so reckless and revealed his trump card just for such a trivial matter.
The other people in the yard looked at the two children who stole the show last night. They bumped into each other like crazy early in the morning and murmured. They all wondered what was going on with the two children. A group of people. People looked at them with suspicious eyes, pointing and muttering. This time it was even better. The two teenagers had only felt the blacksmith's gaze at first, but now they were fine. Everyone was looking at them. With that look, it was as if they had been stripped naked, and all the little secrets on their bodies were all gone. After being exposed, it seems like people all over the world are waiting to cause trouble for them.
Both of them were wailing in their hearts, "It's really going to be over now!" As expected, it was the old saying that there is a ghost somewhere, and now everyone in the yard seemed to have turned into bad guys with ulterior motives.
Fortunately, the torture was quickly interrupted, and the savior arrived. It turned out to be the knife-handler pushing his cart in. Now everyone's eyes were focused on the food delivery cart. Who cares about two godly brats when there is food? They can't stand the hunger. The two teenagers felt that the whole world suddenly relaxed. The feeling of being stared at was really uncomfortable. It was really better for them to get knives and fight the barbarian.
When they were studying with teacher Xian Shu, they were deeply impressed by an article about a man named Wei, who was known as one of the four beauties. He was very beautiful, and all the girls and wives liked to read it. As a result, they changed the article The man was too scared to go out. Then one time he had to go out, but he was blocked by someone. As a result, he attracted a mountain of women. The crowd was like a wave, and pairs of eyes stared straight at it. The handsome man looked at him, but he turned out to be quite a big man, and he was stared at by these tiger and wolf girls.
When I was studying this miscellaneous note, a dozen children in a school were extremely serious. They raised their little heads and listened carefully to the teacher's story. After all, this is different from "the way of a university, which lies in being virtuous, being close to the people, and striving for perfection..." ..." After reading these wise sayings of saints all day long, I don't know whether I will be able to cultivate a noble and righteous spirit in the end, but this process of self-cultivation and becoming a saint is quite painful. It is really a word they have learned, "Every day is like a year"! The teacher unexpectedly told them such an unusual article today, but it was much more interesting than those other articles. Everyone did not whisper or fall asleep. They all followed the teacher's words in their hearts and brought their own thoughts into it. Perspectives correspond to the people around them, mixed with their own opinions and fantasies. The boy is thinking about what would happen if I were that boy. Would I be too embarrassed to go out? With looks like that, can I have more wives? Hehe. The girl wants to know how beautiful that man is. Is he as good-looking as my grandfather and brother? Is he so timid and thin-skinned that he has the nerve to be called a man?
Being stared at like this today, the two teenagers felt a bit like they were being watched to death. By comparison, the death of the guy named Wei back then should not be surprising. It seems that eyes can really kill, and people can really be watched to death.
“It’s not always a good thing if a man looks too good!”
Under the emotion, the two teenagers actually looked a little bit embarrassed at themselves, silently rejoicing in their hearts that ordinary appearance was not necessarily a bad thing.
The two young men saw that everyone was focusing on eating, and people in the yard were eating and drinking. Then they realized what they were doing, and quickly ran to the food delivery cart. Instead of scooping up soup, they grabbed their three steamed buns and acted like He snuck into the corner like a thief, swallowed the bread in a few mouthfuls, and then felt at a loss as to what to do. If I had known that I wouldn't eat so fast just now, wouldn't it be even more suspicious if I am holding on like this now?
The blacksmith was also confused. When he got up in the morning, he recalled the boy who surprised him last night and couldn't help but be very curious. Before the black boy got up, he couldn't help but look at the young master who woke up first. Hey, that kid was sharp-eyed. He saw me looking at him. He was about to say hello to the other party. Unexpectedly, the kid turned his head back again, which made him even more curious. I wonder what happened to the kid? Could it be that there is something wrong with me as usual? The more the blacksmith thought about it, the more puzzled he became. The more puzzled he became, the more he couldn't help but look at it, making himself even more confused. Why did the young master always feel like a thief and dodge. Later, the Heiwa who was competing with him also woke up. He originally wanted to go over and say hello. After all, he was a kindred spirit. But before he could take a step forward, Heiwa was pulled into the corner by the young master and muttered something. The two of them were still talking. From time to time, he turns to look at himself, mysteriously, is there something wrong with his face?
Just when the three of them were having their own thoughts, the messenger came and conveyed two orders: First, ask the blacksmith to report to Modao Camp and be promoted to Modao Camp swordsman from now on! The second is to ask the young master and the dark-skinned boy to gather at the school grounds to teach and train the new recruits recruited yesterday!
Things in the world may be just a coincidence, and two things happened to be related to the three of them. Although it was unexpected for the blacksmith to go to Modao Camp, it was also reasonable. The blacksmith's strength itself is the strongest among them. In the past, the Mo Dao camp had a well-organized staff and the sword holders were basically from the aristocratic branch. They were people with insufficient status. No matter how powerful they were, they would never have that access. Now due to the war, Modao Camp has suffered heavy casualties. The original people have almost been replaced. Modao Camp, which was originally "two points", has been reduced to "one point". After all, they have more than a thousand left. There are only more than a hundred usable Mo Dao. The day before yesterday, another twenty were broken. This time the blacksmith was honored to be selected.
The blacksmith was extremely excited. After serving as a soldier for more than five years, he was finally able to carry a Mo Dao. He had been jealous of the shining Mo Dao for more than a day or two. Ever since he first saw that knife, the blacksmith had dreamed of him. Putting your arms under the quilt and sleeping with him in your arms would definitely be more comfortable than holding his plump wife.
There is no one in the Tang army who doesn’t want to sleep with that Mo Dao in his arms! Modao Camp has an unparalleled status in the entire armament queue.
In the conventional military equipment of the Manchu Dynasty in the Tang Dynasty, the soldiers were uniformly dressed in Mingguang armor. There were two horizontal knives in each hand, one long and one short. The bows were all large bows with horns, feathers and arrows, and the crossbows were all standard. Repeating crossbows, long soldiers are also equipped with a spear more than ten feet long, and short soldiers who charge into battle are also equipped with small axes and copper hammers for breaking armor. As for the skin and water bags, they are basically the same. Only the equipment of Modao Camp is different. They basically don't wear complete sets of armor. Even in wartime, they only wear part of the armor that can protect their vital parts. Their abdomen, legs, and arms are all unarmored, and their helmets are also unique. It is not equipped with a crossbow, nor other axes and hammers, nor are there any cowhide bags for storing dry food and drinking water. Except for a slightly larger horizontal knife at the waist, the most eye-catching one is the Mo Dao carried on the shoulder.
The Mo Dao was the most expensive of all military equipment in the Tang Dynasty. They are powerful, sharpened by sharp edges, bleeding and pestle. The thieves can only abandon their armor and flee with their soldiers. Not to mention the two-legged infantry, even those arrogant four-legged cavalry will escape slowly. Even if they are struck with a sword, they will be killed. Both men and horses were shattered. The scene of a living person being cut open will give anyone who sees it a nightmare. Therefore, Mo Dao's huge reputation was gained by killing people one by one.
Under the Mo Dao, there is no soul.
Therefore, soldiers in the army have always regarded becoming a swordsman of the Modao Camp as the highest honor.
Of course, Mo Dao's invincible edge was not for nothing. It was all made of real money and silver. One knife was even worth more than two war horses. It takes at least more than four years for a Mo Dao to be forged from pig iron ore and finally delivered to the swordsman. The steel filling method, fusion method, condensation method, forging method, and cutting method are all in the book. It is written that "A tool must be carefully crafted, and steel can only be made after repeated tempering." More than 1,500 people worked day and night to polish it, and finally it became a magic weapon that can harvest human lives in wartime.
With divine weapons, there must be worthy warriors.
A Mo Dao weighing twenty or thirty kilograms is not something that ordinary people can afford. When ordinary people use Mo Dao, it is not only easy to make jokes but also to cause death. Many people are not strong enough. The little kid can't swing the sledgehammer. Even if he holds on and lifts the knife, he will either hit his heel or get injured. People or things around you will be knocked down before the enemy kills them, so the selection of Modao swordsmen is extremely strict.
First of all, you have to be proficient in archery. Only when you are proficient in archery can you know how to dodge. The enemy's crossbows are designed to hit your key points. Then you have to be proficient in riding. Otherwise, how will you know the strengths and weaknesses of the cavalry? Mo Dao The main targets of attack are not the small infantry standing on the ground, but also the large cavalry on the war horses. If you are not a cavalry, even the Mo Dao Shou will not bother to chop you. Next, you must have strong explosive power. Mo Dao focuses on establishing power with one strike. The whole body's power is concentrated in one place to cause huge damage in an instant. Without such sudden blowing power, it is impossible. It is also important to have good eyesight and good endurance, and you must run fast. Otherwise, how can you hit the vital point with a knife before the fast-moving cavalry, and then chase the deserters who are running away with their heads in their arms? In addition, there is another one that is specially suitable for hacking with the Mo Dao. The essential skills of swordsmanship and emergency self-rescue techniques on the battlefield, etc. You must be proficient in all of the above to be considered a qualified Mo Swordsman.
Of course, these are the requirements for becoming a Mo Daoist, but before these standards, you must first pass the most basic first level.
strength.
Strength is the foundation.
The first criterion for Mo Dao's assessment is to strike directly with the sword. The assessment method is for the sword catcher to stand still, hold up the Mo Dao in both hands, stab forward thirty times, and then chop up and down thirty times. Those who can complete these sixty movements within one stick of incense will It’s considered a basic pass, otherwise I’ll just stay there wherever it’s cool. After passing the strength test, you will then take the bow, saber and sword test. After passing a series of tests, congratulations, you are the one in a million.
That's why most Mo Dao swordsmen have their nostrils turned upward and disdain other arms. When you get to that point, you may be more arrogant than him! Although the Tang Dynasty's army continued to conduct foreign conquests due to long periods of peace, there were basically no wars within the country. The monarchs and ministers were harmonious, the people were prosperous, and the domestic troops had no battles to fight, so they naturally slackened off. Even the Modao camp, which originally had the most brutal assessment, also No longer so rigorous and demanding. As time went by, some wealthy families who wanted to have a good resume and wanted to give their children more military merits sent their lower-class children and even some middle-class children to Modao Camp, and spent some money to dress up in Modao Camp. Dress up and spend money, and after enough time, return to the family society, look good and sound good, and the most important thing is to enter the military department of the court, which is a glorious qualification.
Decades of comfort and intrigue had been eroding until the year before last, when the barbarian surnamed An in the north launched a rebellion without warning. The big bosses in the military were a little confused because of this, and those who had sharpened their heads and spent a lot of money to recruit their children The aristocratic families who were sent to Modao camp were all shocked when they heard that there was a war. They hurriedly spent a lot of money to redeem their people. When those military bosses saw that they were worried about these idiots who were living a lazy life and had no choice but to die, they didn't expect that they had thought of a way and came knocking on their door again with their money bags. I'm really dozing off. Someone happened to give me a pillow. I slapped my thigh and I was happy to see the results. Wouldn't it be better to collect money from both sides? Take out the dividends and throw them away to those poor places where life is worthless. Those untouchables, for the sake of a few coins to support a family, they all come to serve as soldiers and die as soldiers. With a flip of the clouds and rain, money is exchanged for life, and life is exchanged for money. Isn't it wonderful!
As for those vacancies, a group of capable people were selected from the Kuhaha who were willing to risk their lives to fill up the Mo Dao camp. This not only dealt with Shang En and restored the army's combat strength, but also helped those lowly people to Mo Dao. Dream, the best thing is that both parties are very satisfied with themselves, it is really a good deal!
So if the blacksmith's long-cherished wish comes true, don't you think it's more honorable than letting him sleep with an oiran? Courtesans are common but Mo Dao is not.
The young master and the dark-skinned boy listened to the messenger's words in stunned silence. As for the superiors' arrangements for them to become recruit instructors, they didn't remember anything about it. Just because the blacksmith became a swordsman, the surprise was even more shocking than the enemy's attack.
The two of them have known the blacksmith for more than two years. Since they followed the Southern Division, the two children have become Mr. Zhang's recruits, and the blacksmith is Mr. Zhang's veteran. He used to make a living with an old blacksmith in the county town under the jurisdiction of Mr. Zhang. When he was forty years old, his mother got a strange disease, and ordinary medicines were not good. As time went by, the family money was not enough to buy medicine. Mr. Zhang made an inspection tour When the blacksmith learned about his plight, he generously donated money to save his old mother. Later, he heard that Mr. Zhang was going to start an army to fight. After the blacksmith settled the old mother, wife and children, he came to protect Mr. Zhang, relying on his good strength. He was an extraordinary person. Although he had never learned any serious battlefield fighting skills, he was more powerful than ever. He later joined Nan Jiyun's subordinates, learned some military skills, and became an excellent scout. After several years of fighting, I followed Mr. Zhang to many places. When I arrived in Suiyang, there were only two battalions of more than 30 people left in the entire scout department.
The war is now fierce. Although new soldiers often join the army, it is still a drop in the bucket than nothing. When it comes to fighting with real swords and guns, it has to be old people like them. Mr. Zhang has always been upright and disdains those who work like flies and dogs. Therefore, although he was born as a Jinshi, he is talented, clean and noble, and he works hard as an official and is deeply loved by the people. However, being an official does not matter what the people say. Mr. Zhang is so arrogant and arrogant. His character made the real talkers in the court very unhappy, so he simply did as you wished and was given the job as a county magistrate for more than ten years. Don’t you care about the people? Then I will put you among the people. This will allow people to make the best use of their talents and materials.
Although Zhang Xun was angry, he had nothing to do. He could only work diligently within his jurisdiction and do his best to make the people live and work in peace and contentment. Therefore, the people admire and support such good officials very much. Although the people above the court have no say, the people below the farm can make their own decisions. When the war breaks out, there are many evil officials who are slaughtered by their subordinates all over the country. Biao can't bear it anymore. The fierce people took advantage of the chaos in the world to kill the evil thieves who had caused trouble for many years. On the other hand, there are very few good officials like Zhang Xun who many people risked their lives for. Everyone says that Zhang Xun has the legacy of Emperor Zhaolie and is a rare and righteous man today. After all, the truth that it is difficult to be a good person never changes, let alone being a good official.
The blacksmith packed his luggage under everyone's envious gaze, and then said goodbye to everyone one by one. Although the Scout Department and Modao Camp were not far away, everyone also knew that this farewell meant that they would never see each other again.
The two teenagers also had tears in their eyes at this moment. The little bit of wariness in their stomachs about the blacksmith had already gone to Java, and they were filled with only envy and reluctance. The blacksmith hugged and greeted each brother for a while, and finally came to the two dolls. The blacksmith originally had a lot to say in his heart, but there were too many people talking at this time and it was not suitable to go into detail. He could only pat the two babies and give a few meaningful instructions. He couldn't bear to leave and didn't look back. 's gone.
The young master and the dark-skinned boy watched the blacksmith walking further and further away. Hot tears in their eyes fell down Qingzhi's face, fell to the ground, broke into pieces and seeped into the soil. The two children felt as if they had lost something very important, but at the same time they seemed to have gained something more important. However, they had no clue when it came to telling the truth.
After adjusting their mood for a while, the two teenagers returned to their original state. They returned to the barracks, thinking about the order of the messenger just now, talking and cleaning themselves up. After washing their faces, they helped each other put on their armor, put on their boots and helmets, carried their bows and held their swords, and walked energetically to the school grounds where new recruits were trained.
They want to give the new child soldiers a powerful and domineering power!
The sun is a little sluggish today, and it's bitter.
Finally, it’s starting to feel a little chilly like autumn.
