Yun Xiao did not write a note to this guy because he was requisitioned. The fat man's face was filled with shock, and he could not afford to offend the living king of hell. He had to take his migrant workers obediently to start loading the truck. Under the gaze of the villagers, a large pile of wood was loaded onto the ox cart, which was professional. There were many reasonable loadings, and there were also many large carts installed than the villagers' warriors.

"You will be in front of the army in the future. Working hard will bring you the benefits. What's your name?"

Yun Xiao pointed at the fat manager with a horse whip.

"The villain is lucky A Guang."

People look festive and their names are also festive. Fu A Guang, a good name, it seems that he has made a lucky guy.

After giving the matter to Zhang Shisan, Yun Xiao returned to his central army headquarters with his horse.

Time flies for three days, and Master Geng has already brought people to dry the dock. Although the winter in Jiangnan is not as cold as Guanzhong, it is definitely not a pleasant climate. If you soak in the river, no one will give you any help.

The outside of the headquarters was crowded with people, all of whom sent their children and nephews to follow the Marquis to be the family of the village hero. The scene was comparable to those of later movies participating in the People's Liberation Army. Except for the lack of the Big Red Flower Yangko Team, the rest were exactly the same.

These people were the families of the Wu army back then, so his grandfather followed the King of Wu and fought everywhere. When he arrived, he still followed the King of Wu. Now they were going to follow a new boss and Yun Xiao.

The children of soldiers never envelop spiritual theories such as knowledge and knowledge. The genes of courage and ruthlessness flow in their blood, and people constantly instill life creeds such as big scars on their heads, and they all have to kill talents. Yun Xiao saw that several boys had scars on their heads.

At that time, there was no nine-year compulsory education, and five percent of these naughty children were semi-illiterate. The rest were purely illiterate. It was harder to pick out a few good boys from the boys than to reach the sky. To put it bluntly, these are just a bunch of thorns.

However, Yun Xiao is not afraid of thorns. The more thorns the better. However, facing such enthusiastic signing candidates, Yun Xiao still offered his conditions, some incredible conditions.

The admission brochure of Mr. Yun is as follows:

If you have been in the market, you should not be able to judge whether you have tattoos or not. If you like fancy moves, you should not be able to perform a routine. If you are over 40 years old, you should rely on visual inspection. If you have worked as a civil servant, you should rely on public supervision.

People who like to brag should not be brave, those who are timid should not be brave, those who are white, and those who are tyrannical.

Zhang Shisan listened to the evaluation criteria and looked at Yun Xiao's subordinates secretly. According to this standard, should the group of people under your command resign? Especially the one who sat at the entrance of the cellar all day, killing people is like killing chickens. It is definitely too elegant to say that he has a bad personality.

However, Yun Xiao also listed the common characteristics that the person who entered the game should have. He had strong arms, strong muscles, bright eyes, honest looks, long hands and feet, and the last one was more afraid of the official family.

In summary, Yun Xiao was looking for a group of people: developed limbs, simple minds, honest people, law-abiding, obeying the government, dare to fight tough battles and have a muscular personality. Anyway, Yiwu is not too far away. We will do whatever Qi Jiguang did back then.

Facts have proved that the quality of these thorns is indeed very high. With such harsh conditions, Yun Xiao actually selected one thousand people. Yun Xiao did not plan to disband these thousand people. The court's regulations could have one thousand personal soldiers. Yun Xiao planned to let these young boys do it.

Generally, the principal has to say a few words at the opening ceremony. There is no principal here but only the boss. Yun Xiao, as the supreme leader, naturally has to speak, looking at the crowd of people in the audience.

"Choose you today. It doesn't mean you are qualified to be my Yun Xiao's mansion. You work hard at home, and you don't have to work when you get to the military camp. Thunder and rain are till the holidays, and you can't afford to pay three meals a day.

You only need to do one thing. That is training. There is no other fancy on the battlefield. You can shoot accurately and run hard and have high kung fu. This is the cost of your survival. You will receive three months of training here. Those who fail will be eliminated and will be killed by someone on the battlefield.

Zhang Shisan!"

"have"

"You must know him. His name is Zhang Shisan. He will manage you in the future. Okay, take them back to the camp and start practicing tomorrow morning."

"promise"

Zhang Shisan bowed his hands and shouted loudly as the villagers brought the young men into the military camp. The onlookers started to clamor, all wanting to say something to their children. When they entered this door, they were the marquis, and some women even wiped their tears.

The young boys had no idea what would be greeting them, and many people were still laughing and greeting their parents.

"You guys will know what pain is tomorrow."

Instructors don’t need to be searched or hired. The riding skills are Batu, and the shooting skills are led by the goshawks. As for fighting, it is Dai Yu’s job. This guy is now leading the local warriors to cut down trees and bamboos, and to create wooden swords and bamboo swords for the academy.

The little guys are not unfamiliar with the military camp. I have brought them here many times since I was young. However, Yun Xiao's military camp still makes them very strange. They have never seen so many horses or such tall carriages.

"Boys, don't get close to the yard there. Otherwise, you will be responsible for the consequences. I don't want to see you being torn in half and thrown out." This is the warning Zhang Shisan to the children. The young man is curious. If he runs to Manniu, he will be torn to pieces if he doesn't do it well.

Seeing that there were a few guys looking indifferent and looking like they were ready to move, Zhang Shisan felt a little nervous, and had no choice but to set up a guard post around the yard for twelve hours to watch. They were all children of the village clerks, and it would be bad if they were torn apart by the Manniu. Anyway, the local warriors now saw that the yard was surrounded by a circle, and no one was willing to provoke that guy with a thief-eyed eye.

When I woke up in the morning, these boys were chattering like a pair of sparrows. They just ran around. In the past, they were all young men with great health. It was nothing if they ran ten or eight laps.

The white flour buns in the morning were delicious, with fragrant rice porridge, and the pickles were also delicious. The most important thing was that each person had an egg. I heard that the Marquis I followed was the number one foodie in the Han Dynasty, and His Majesty went to the Marquis' house to eat and drink. Following such a Marquis, he was considered a blessing and enjoying himself. Almost every boy had this idea.

The first one to take was equestrian class. Uncle Thirteen said that those who taught equestrians were all the Huns. Aren’t the Huns the enemy of the Han Dynasty? Why did they come to teach their own equestrians? The young men were curious about the Huns and had been used to their various legends since they were young, and without exception, they were all related to murder and arson.

The tall and big Batu did not disappoint them, but he walked with some legs and looked like a duck. The people behind him were similar, with a curly beard and a strong body, but the smell of mutton was a bit scented. There was no way for anyone to be an instructor. Ergazi, who was joking and making fun of just now, was already pressed to the ground and beat the board.

The pants were pulled down, revealing their white butts. The raw bamboo slices were slapped on their butts, and they were blooming after a few strokes. A few blood beads of blood seeped out from the red rafters. This kid was this problem, his mouth was not honest. He looked so beaten up. His father called his mother and his nose and tears flowed down his tears. Oh, it was so embarrassing that his pants were peeing.

A guy in black came over and evenly sprinkled a white powder on Ergazi's wound. Then he kicked him back to the training ground.

The person who was beaten up from the horse was no support or comfort. He could only throw the whistle whistle over, and then the person who was beaten up was trembling and got up from the ground and rushed onto the horse to continue chasing the team.

Ergazi sat on the horse's back and was about to die. His butt, which had just been scabbed, was worn out by the saddle. He looked at his expression and his facial features were almost thrusting. I really don't know if this kid can survive. I heard that if he was unqualified, he would be cleared out. No one wanted to be cleared home on the first day. This was too embarrassing. Not to mention that he couldn't raise his head in front of the villagers in the future. Even his wife might not be able to say it.

Others were learning archery with goshawks. They practiced their archery first. They stole horse stance and pushed back and forth with a brick. They pushed for two thousand times in one push. They shivered when they got the chopsticks in the morning. They took a break at noon and continued to push in the afternoon. At night, the back was sore and the strength was not even enough to climb into the bed.

This man is like Batu, and he can't carry the standard bamboo strips. He will whip off his pants. The outcome is even more miserable than Ergazi. When he stands on horse stance, he sticks his pants to his blood. When he takes off his pants at night, it's like peeling off a layer of skin.

Instructor Dai, who taught martial arts, was much better, just asked them to carry water. The young man over 300-year-old carried a bucket of water and put it down, put it down and then lifted it up. Although it was boring, it was much better than the other two teams. Except for the two arms that were much swollen and it was not convenient to grab chopsticks to eat, everything else was good. At least no one was beaten, Instructor Dai was quite kind.

After the first day of training, no one laughed at the young men during dinner at night. Without the passion in the morning, no less naughty and naughty, as long as they were tired, they grabbed the steamed buns in various strange postures and ate them voraciously.

The dinner was very rich, with white flour, steamed buns, rice porridge. In addition to pickles, each person even got a small bowl of boiled bone soup. The lucky guy could even take out a piece of bone and greedily gnaw on the meat on it.

Maybe the food issue is the only place they are satisfied with today.
Chapter completed!