[Hu Li's favorability -1]
Um?
The sudden drop in favorability pulled Liu Chan back from his plan to gamble on his life.
Only then did I remember that this guy hadn't spoken for a long time, so why did he still have a favorable impression?
He doesn't have any clingy attributes, does he? Will his favor drop after being left out for a long time?
Liu Chan couldn't help but think of the settings in some love games in later generations, but when he was introduced to the image of Hu Li, his stomach couldn't help but churn.
Glancing at Hu Li who was walking to the side, Liu Chan luckily didn't see any resentful expression on his face.
Looking closer, I found that he was as compassionate as a saint.
Thinking about the last question he asked, did this kid think he was going to plunder the people?
Liu Chan smiled slightly: "I don't want to scrape the poor man's bread."
Hu Li was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said what he was thinking: "If you don't scrape the poor man's grain, who else can you scrape?"
It was not until he finished speaking that he realized that something was wrong. Unfortunately, the words had already been spoken. He was so frightened that he quickly peeked at Liu Chan. Unfortunately, the subtle expression on the lord's face was hard to see through.
"Whoever has more food will get it."
"..." Hu Li heard something unusual from these words, but he couldn't believe it. He lowered his head deeply and said nothing.
[Hu Li’s favorability +6]
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A team of more than a thousand people marched out of Mount Emei, startling countless birds and animals wherever they passed.
This number may not sound like a large number. After all, wars can easily number tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions.
In fact, only by being there can you feel the shock of a thousand people marching in line...and of course the shock of food consumption.
After leaving Mount Emei, Hu Li's knowledge began to refresh again.
There were other soldiers looking after about ten horses at the foot of the mountain. Although they were not very good horses, they could not walk on flat ground in the mountains like Liu Chan's horses, so they could only stop at the foot of the mountain.
But even an ordinary horse is worth more than a car in later generations. What's more, Shu Land is already short of horses. How much food can this be exchanged for!
"The scouts come out and mount their horses, change the team and march." Liu Chan tilted his head slightly and said behind him.
"Yes!" The military prince who was following Liu Chan leisurely clasped his fists in salute, then stepped out of the queue and repeated Liu Chan's order loudly.
Nine soldiers left the team and ran towards the horses.
Their spears were longer than others, about five feet or so by visual inspection, and there were small flags at the top. After mounting their horses, they divided into three teams and dispersed.
The military lord and his three village commanders also got on their horses, but did not leave the team.
A village chief took his own subordinates and commanded the young and strong men in the village to guard the old and weak, provide food and grass, and cut off the men and women behind them.
The other two commanded the soldiers to form formations and opened the way for the front army.
And when all this happened, Liu Chan only said four words: change the team and march.
Hu Li's eyes lit up.
This is what the fuck is called the army!
Compared with others, my so-called "troop training" is nothing at all.
Whether it's bandits like myself or the Yellow Turbans my father calls me.
He only knows one move: when the wind is downwind, he holds up his weapon and rushes towards the enemy, howling and screaming; when the wind is against him, he throws away his weapon and runs back, howling and howling...
Anyone who can successfully divide the team into two groups and charge at the enemy from different directions can be regarded as a general who "knows the art of war."
Therefore, even if most of the Yellow Turbans were several times more powerful than the official army, they often suffered defeats.
Military literacy is not on the same level at all.
[Hu Li’s favorability +5]
[Hu Li's favorability is 60, physical fitness increased by 2, mountain aptitude increased by 3, management talent increased by 1×2]
Liu Chan was very satisfied with the expression on Hu Li's face at this time... and the improvement in his favorability.
But he really didn't do this to show off to gain favor.
If the banner with the word "Liu" is raised in the hinterland of Xichuan, as long as he doesn't go further south into the ethnic minority areas, no one with an open mind will dare to trouble Liu Chan.
The reason why we have to send out scouts with great fanfare and march according to wartime standards is to turn this action into the muscle memory of every soldier.
Only in this way can you really use your arms and fingers when you are on the battlefield.
"General Liu Bei and Mr. Wolong are truly gods for being able to train such elite soldiers."
Liu Chan smiled and said nothing.
"Hmph!" The previously taciturn Junhou riding a horse next to him couldn't help but snorted coldly.
Hu Li was confused.
What's wrong? Could it be that flattery slapped the horse on the leg?
Hu Li rolled his eyes. Could it be that...
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
Although he was grateful to Liu Chan for not killing them, he also sincerely attached himself to Liu Chan.
But he really didn't believe that this soldier was trained by his lord himself. He was only fourteen or fifteen years old at most. He couldn't just learn to train soldiers in his mother's womb, right?
The lord is so young, it is already amazing to be able to use these elite soldiers like arms and fingers. How can he still train troops?
Yes, that must be the case.
Too many things happened today that refreshed Hu Li's knowledge. He thought it would end here, but he didn't know that the novel experiences along the way had just begun...
The team marched all the way east, not through the direction of Chengdu.
Before going to Chengdu, Liu Chan had to go to Nan'an County in the east, where the food and grass issue would be settled.
During the march, the bandits, who thought they would be mistreated, gradually calmed down.
Those pretty women gradually dared to raise their heads and walk.
Because they found that the soldiers around them neither stared at their bodies lustfully, nor beat or scolded them, and even deliberately matched the speed of the old, weak, women and children.
Now everyone, not just Hu Li, could see that this army was extraordinary.
Liu Chan talked to Hu Li from time to time, and the military prince would ride his horse over from time to time and whisper a few words after observing the scouts' flags.
The situation for several miles around was under Liu Chan's control.
From time to time, he would take out a map drawn on leather and compare it. Although the accuracy of the map was poor, Liu Chan was used to it.
These are just the basic skills of marching.
Fighting is not about using the mouse to circle the soldiers and move them over. One more person means more trouble.
The more people you bring, the more troubles and accidents you bring. Liu Chan has already experienced this firsthand.
It was almost noon, Liu Chan signaled the team to stop and camp on the spot to rest.
After giving instructions, the soldiers once again acted skillfully.
They set up guns to resist the horses, lined up their chariots to form a wall, and erected their tents.
The four flags of Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku and Xuanwu are placed, and a swaggering flag is placed in the center.
The generals and drums were set up in the camp, and the soldiers were arranged to take turns on duty...
In less than half an hour, a simple military camp was erected, and everyone in the village was accommodated in order.
In Hu Li's eyes, it was simply a miraculous skill.
He didn't lose unjustly. With his qualities, it seems only natural to attack his own shabby fortress and kill the immortals...
Soldiers came over to take away Liu Chan's mount, and then he took off his heavy iron armor and armor.
As soon as the more than 20 kilograms of iron sheet was removed, a sense of relief immediately arose, as if I could fly with just one jump.
Liu Chan stretched, his joints cracked, and he sighed comfortably: "Ah~ it's still more comfortable in casual clothes."
Seeing that the soldiers who had set up camp were still standing still, waiting for his orders, he clapped his hands and said: "Except for the soldiers on duty, the rest are waiting for a short rest!"
In Hu Li's eyes that gradually widened, the expressions of the soldiers who looked like sculptures just now suddenly became vivid.
These men broke up and gathered together in twos and threes to talk and laugh.
Until then, they looked like living people that Hu Li was familiar with.
Originally, this was nothing. The one who challenged Hu Li's nerves the most was the former military prince.
I saw the man with a face that was more gentle than a soldier walking over with a smile and handed Liu Chan a water bag: "Mr. Si, drink some water."
...Public heir?
Is this the lord's nickname? The lord has a cousin at such a young age.
No, no, no, that’s not the point!
Hu Li suspected that there was something wrong with his ears. Did this military prince, who had previously been obedient to Liu Chan, just call his lord by his personal name?
Liu Chan didn't take it seriously and took the water bag with a smile: "Well, thank you."
Thank you so much?
Hu Li felt that his brain was a little insufficient. He needed time to figure out what happened.
