"Let's not talk about it now, hurry up and take a look. There are not many opportunities like this."

Xu Boju is different from people in this world. He has no idea of ​​cherishing himself and is not a secret. Now is the time for life and death. If you can add an extra martial artist, you will enhance your strength. Even if it doesn’t work, it can make ordinary people stronger.

Xu Boju originally planned to open the martial arts door to the reserve army, but after thinking about it, if the remaining people practiced and improved their physical fitness, there were not many people in the counterfeit village, so they simply let go.

The physical fitness of a junior martial artist is two to three times that of an ordinary person, and he can easily fight dozens of people. The physical fitness of an intermediate martial artist is two to three times that of a junior martial artist, and the advanced martial artist is two to three times that of an intermediate martial artist.

This is not simply one plus one equals two, but much greater than two.

Even if ordinary people only double their strength through martial arts practice, or even a few percent, it will greatly improve the overall strength of the copycat.

"There are so many people already."

"Hey, brother, what's going on inside now."

"How can we learn martial arts? Does anyone teach us?"

"Everyone is quiet." A wounded soldier who was bandaged on his thigh walked to the platform and shouted loudly.

For ordinary people in the village, the warriors are noble and have a higher status than them, so they are silent in an instant.

"The boss is kind. In order to give you more people the opportunity to practice martial arts, he decided to relax the restrictions on martial arts and give everyone a chance. At the same time, in order to enable you to practice better, he provided more abundant food."

In this way, I am afraid that the rations for the counterfeit village cannot last for two months, maybe more than a month, or even a month.

But I think the enemy won't give them so much time. If they can't fight for more than a month, Qingfeng Village will basically be in a state of decline, so Xu Boju decided to take a gamble.

"After a moment, I will teach you a set of boxing skills myself, but there will be no pie falling from the sky. I will only teach you the part of becoming a junior martial artist. Higher-level martial arts require you to practice hard on your own and make more contributions to the copycat."

"Grateful of the Great Master. In the entire village, no matter men, women, young and old, all warriors who become junior martial artists can directly learn the following skills. The top thirty can get a low-grade body training pill, two in the top ten, and the top three have the chance to become the personal soldiers of the Great Master."

The top three who stand out among thousands of people in the village should be relatively good at least in terms of cultivation qualifications. Even if they start to have weak cultivation, I believe that with the assistance of resources, they can catch up quickly. As a personal soldier, it should be fine.

“Oh~~~”

"Long live the master."

"Long live the boss~~" Fifty places of crowd gatherings cheered from the bottom of their hearts.

"I must get the body training pill, step by step."

"I want to be the personal soldier of the boss and be the best."

"Come on, you can do it." The whole village was in a state of fanaticism in an instant.

People who are not at the bottom cannot understand the determination of the lower class to be eager to practice martial arts and to change their destiny. However, they had too few opportunities in the past and had to run around for survival. They had no time to practice martial arts and did not have enough financial resources to support them in practicing martial arts, because they had to solve the problem of eating first.

I can’t even eat enough, so what kind of martial arts are you learning? Now the meal is served by the copycat, so the situation is different.

Xu Boju is in the military camp at this moment, located in the southeast corner of the mountain village, close to the gate of the mountain village. This is a large open space specially organized as the temporary garrison of the current Qingtian Army.

In addition to the soldiers who went to Qingyang Kingdom with Mr. Qin, there were also soldiers who took over the counterfeit gate, who were open and secretly whistled to maintain public order, some sent out to teach ordinary people, and served as high-level soldiers in the reserve army.

Currently, there are 15oo soldiers left in the entire Qingtian military camp.

"The boss, the soldiers are all ready, please give me a lecture." Zhang Qing said respectfully.

Xu Boju glanced at the soldiers on the school field. It was fake that he was not nervous, but it was also very exciting. He thought of the scene of his speeches to all teachers and students in the school under the national flag in middle school.

It's so similar, no, this one is even more enjoyable than that, because all the soldiers standing below are warriors who can sacrifice for him.

Xu Boju took firm steps and, under the attention of everyone, walked to the center of the station and glanced left and right. He could see all the soldiers on the school ground at his position.

A sense of pride that had never been before suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart.

"My soldiers, my name is Xu Boju, and I am the leader of Qingfeng Village. I believe many brothers know me, and a few brothers have seen me for the first time, but it doesn't matter, because we will often get along with each other in the future."

"In the eyes of outsiders, we are bandits, and Qingfeng Village is a bandit's nest."

When the soldiers below heard this, they burst into laughter and talked a lot.

"Yes, they are not wrong, but that is the past, not the present, nor the future. Now we are a group of bandits with ideals. We want to go out, we want to build our own country, we want to get rid of the past, and we want to run towards a brighter and more promising future."

"A man should carry a three-foot green sword and achieve great success."

"You are my warriors and the cutest people in the world. Are you willing to follow me to make achievements, win a wife and a son, and become famous among the nations." Xu Boju raised his sword and raised his arms and shouted.

"I'm willing, I'm willing~~~~" The soldiers' shouts went up and down.

Zhang Qing was also excited when he stood below and listened with enthusiasm. He clenched his fists and warned himself that he must follow the steps of the boss and become famous. His loyalty was once again improved and he became 93.

The more you go, the harder it is. After all, not everyone is Zhang Meng.

"Okay, I announce that today, the Qingtian Army is officially established. I hope you will live up to Qingtian's name."

"Qingtian,Qingtian~~~"

"Zhang Qing obeys the order."

"The last one is here." Zhang Qing even claimed to have changed.

"Zhang Qing is now officially appointed as the first commander of the Qingtian Army. I hope the general can make unparalleled contributions to the clan." After Xu Boju said that, he handed the Xuan Iron Sword in his hand and the military flag handed over by the soldiers next to him to Zhang Qing.

"The last one will swear to protect the glory of the sky to the death." Zhang Qing took a pious result with his sword and military flag.

From this moment on, they were no longer bandits, but a regular army heading towards light, at least he believed so firmly in his heart.
Chapter completed!