If time was not too tight, Feng Yong even wanted to ask Old Demon Zhuge to build a smelting workshop in Yuexun and build it himself.

“If you’re not a family member, you don’t know how expensive firewood and rice are!”

Feng Yong sighed.

Fortunately, Nanxiang was rich and could advance part of it, and the Yuexi side had the profits from the racecourse and salt pond as collateral, otherwise Feng Yong would not have dared to do it at all.

But seeing the Northern Expedition approaching, Feng Yong could only grit his teeth and seize the time to try various arms.

"How is the practice of the sword formation going?"

"Not bad." Zhang Ni nodded repeatedly, "Nanxiang's soldiers are indeed elite soldiers. They can follow orders as if they are using their arms and fingers. Most of them are stronger than ordinary soldiers. They are the best candidates to use the purple electric sword."

After hearing this, Feng Yong grinned distressedly, "Most of my disciples have been released. This is not enough. How many are left on hand now? If you do this, how many can be filled in?"

"We can't all use Nanxiang soldiers. Don't we have the right to recruit soldiers in the three counties? In the name of holding trials every year, we carefully select warriors in the three counties. There are too few Nanxiang soldiers. How can we let them lead the army?

And so on, leading the charge."

"Xia Zou understands what Chang Shi means. Xia Zou's plan is to let the Nanxiang soldiers practice the use of this purple electric sword first, and then let them lead others to practice."

"After all, Nanxiang soldiers are rare elite soldiers. No matter what they do, they are much more useful than ordinary soldiers."

Zhang Ni looked at Feng Yong with admiration.

This Feng Changshi, although he is usually inconspicuous, has skills that few can match.

The Nanxiang soldiers brought out alone are beyond comparison with ordinary soldiers.

"Oh, that's good." Feng Yong nodded, stood up and said, "Let's go to the military camp and see how they are training."

"promise."

Although there are less than a hundred swords, they are arranged in a formation, with long swords like a forest, and shining brightly like a wall, which still has great intimidation.

Feng Yong stood on the general's platform and watched the soldiers below holding up their swords and moving forward. Not far in front of them, there was a wooden stake.

A loud shout was heard, a long knife struck down, and the wooden stake shattered on the spot.

Stepping over the fallen wooden piles, there was a straw man in front of him that was as tall as a cavalryman.

Pick, prick...

"General Zhang, the use of this sword should be different for the Bing Army and the Ma Army. You still need to worry more about how to use it on the real battlefield."

After Feng Yong read it, he thought it was quite impressive, but after all, it was just grass and trees, and they were still standing still.

To deal with living people and cavalry, Mo Dao should chop or stab, or slice or pick. This requires constant trial and error.

Feng Yongyong understands and can only leave it to people who know the business.

When Zhang Yi heard this, he quickly said, "I understand."

Craning his neck and looking at the chopped wood at the soldiers' feet, Feng Yong gave another order, "Send some of these pieces of wood to my yard when the time comes. The firewood in my yard seems to be running out soon."

As he spoke, he tightened his down jacket and muttered, "It feels a bit cold in this weather..."
Chapter completed!