Li Qinghan continued with bright eyes:
"Let the young and strong men work in units of ten, and strengthen the group consciousness through rewards and punishments, so that they will have organization and discipline without knowing it, and they will not be scattered when fighting.
"At the same time, they also collected a lot of thunder stones and rolling wood for the next battle to defend the city. This is killing two birds with one stone!"
"But the best part is the third part!"
Li Jianjia, who was hugging her feet and sitting cross-legged on the couch, gradually came back to her senses. She touched her smooth and round chin and muttered:
"Whether it is momentum or organizational discipline, although it is the foundation of the army, it is only the foundation. In the end, they still have to fight and they must have combat effectiveness.
"If you want to fight against the barbarians, you must first understand how the barbarians fight, and secondly, you must know how to deal with them. The core of this is that you must overcome your inner fear!"
Li Qinghan nodded like garlic and waved his fist excitedly: "That's right!
"The battles of the Hu people are nothing more than shooting with bows and arrows and charging with war horses. When ordinary people see the Hu cavalry rushing towards them in groups, they will immediately become frightened and just want to flee.
“Yesterday, in the other courtyard cottages and Lianhua Village, the villagers were already in chaos when they saw dozens of Huqi from a distance.
"Hundreds of barbarians will arrive in the future. How can these young men who have already escaped once not be afraid? How can they not be defeated and flee?
"That's why Yang Silang asked Yang to lead them, and they rode their horses straight to the spot and lined up, the young and strong men without any protection!
"Just imagine, when the young men have adapted to the power of the cavalry and can stand on the ground without retreating, how can they be afraid when they go up to the city wall and face the Hu cavalry from a high position?
"And when they are not even afraid of barbarians on war horses, how can they be afraid of those guys who attack Wubao on foot and try to climb the city wall?"
Li Jianjia listened with rapt attention and couldn't help but clapped her hands at the end: "It is indeed true!
"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it. Yang Silang is really good at training soldiers and is quite talented!"
Li Qinghan's eyebrows moved and he said with a smile: "Auntie now knows that Yang Silang is not what he used to be? Has auntie also admitted that he is very talented?"
Li Jianjia was stunned for a moment. Looking at Li Qinghan with a teasing look on his face, he couldn't help but blush when he thought of his previous evaluation of Yang Ning.
She pinched her neck and groaned: "Where are you now? I haven't defeated the barbarians yet. How can I be called capable?"
As she said that, she rolled her eyes and looked at Li Qinghan suspiciously: "You little girl, could it be that your heart has been stolen by Yang Si and you have already fallen in love with him?"
Li Qinghan, who was full of momentum just now, immediately felt a sudden thought, his eyes avoided and he quickly defended: "No, no, aunt, don't talk nonsense, I, I am just discussing the matter..."
...
After listening to Zhao Wenjing's ups and downs, Yang Meng felt that his heartbeat was a little erratic. He wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead and forced a smile:
"Is this... maybe Mr. Zhao is overthinking it? No one else will tell me, but I still know An Zhi, a child with a simple mind. Maybe he doesn't think that much..."
Seeing that he was still not convinced, Zhao Wenjing almost couldn't hold himself back, rushed out and kicked him over, and immediately laughed and said:
"You know nothing...what do you know? It's really a frog in a well that can't be said!
"Everyone has done everything, but you can't even admit his talent, so you still have the nerve to say that you understand him?"
Although he was a few steps away from Zhao Wenjing, Yang Meng felt like he was being sprayed all over his face again.
He secretly cursed: Aren't you a famous person in the world? Where is your celebrity demeanor? How can there be celebrities in the world who like to curse people so much?
"Father, if you want to repel the barbarians, you must be young and strong enough to go into battle. Isn't it just not enough to be fearless of the barbarians' horses?"
Yang Meng didn't want to be criticized by Zhao Wenjing anymore, so he turned to talk to the old patriarch.
The old patriarch twirled his beard and was about to answer when Zhao Wenjing, who couldn't stand Yang Meng, spoke first:
"You can think of something, why can't Yang Silang think of it? Looking at your anxious look, you don't look like someone who is in charge of family affairs?
"Everything must be done in order, and training must be done step by step. Just wait and see, starting from tomorrow, Yang Silang will definitely increase the training content!"
After saying this, seeing that Yang Meng was speechless, Zhao Wenjing turned around and bowed to the old patriarch to apologize: "Mr. Yang, please forgive me. Zhao was so rough today. He shouldn't have spoken vulgarly."
There is no way, Yang Ning is a talent in his mind, the hope to fight against Hu, and a like-minded friend.
Zhao Wenjing really couldn't tolerate Yang Meng, a guy who was willing to be a slave of the barbarians and was no different from a scum in his eyes. He always said bad things about the other party behind his back, so he couldn't help but want to stand up for Yang Ning.
The old patriarch smiled and returned the greeting, indicating that Zhao Wenjing did not need to worry.
He has known for a long time that Zhao Wenjing is an alternative celebrity with a fiery personality and direct words and deeds. If not, Zhao Wenjing would still be one of the Nine Qings and would not lose his official position.
"Father, even if An Zhi trains his troops properly, it will still be difficult for us to stop the barbarians."
Yang Meng wanted to regain the scene, leaving Zhao Wenjing speechless for once, "Hu Qi is fast on his feet. He said he came in three days, but who can guarantee that they won't come a day or two earlier?"
Zhao Wenjing snorted and was too lazy to speak.
The old patriarch was as steady as a mountain and said: "Said Hu Qi will come in three days, of course he is not pinning his hopes on them. Don't you know that Yang Kui took people out for most of the day today?"
Yang Meng was startled: "Yang Kui... what did he do when he went out?"
The old patriarch said calmly: "Of course it is to harass the barbarians everywhere and slow down their gathering."
Yang Meng was surprised: "How can the family's private soldiers be a match for the barbarians when it comes to riding and shooting in the wild?"
"It's just harassment, not desperate. Why not be an opponent? With Yang Kui here, don't worry about trivial matters."
"But father, how did Yang Kui know where the Hu cavalry was? If he needs to spend a lot of time searching everywhere, how many Hu cavalry can be delayed?"
"Yang Kui sent people to inquire about Hu Qi's situation the day before yesterday. He has a good understanding of their number and location."
Yang Meng suddenly realized: "I see, my father is really far-sighted!"
The old patriarch shook his head: "It's not my father's plan, it's An Zhi's arrangement."
Yang Meng was immediately speechless and couldn't speak for a long time.
"It's An Zhi again, why is An Zhi everywhere? Has he become an immortal and can arrange everything in advance?" Yang Meng cursed.
After racking his brains to think about it, Yang Mengming praised and criticized: "So, An Zhi has arranged everything well, but... there is one last question, which is also the most important."
The old patriarch glanced at him: "Are you trying to say there's a shortage of manpower?"
Alarm bells rang in Yang Meng's mind: "Is it possible that An Zhilian has even taken care of this matter?"
The old patriarch smiled without saying a word and turned to look outside the door.
Someone hurriedly came outside the door.
It was none other than Yang Tong.
After the ceremony, Yang Tong said to the old patriarch: "Yang Xiaofu brought a group of refugees back and asked my grandfather to decide whether to let them in."
Yang Meng opened his mouth and asked in a difficult voice: "How many people are there?"
Yang Tong looked at his father and didn't understand why the other party's voice sounded strange: "There are five or six hundred people who have arrived. According to Yang Xiaofu, there may be four or five hundred more behind."
Yang Meng felt as if he had been hit in the head by someone, his body was shaking and he was almost unsteady.
