Chef Wushuang of the Three Kingdoms

People are like this, once they have some achievements, they will start to feel smug, Liu Bei is the same, he is not a god, he was born knowing how to go in the future, and he already feels deeply difficult to reach today.

Fang Mo didn't comfort him either, Liu Bei is only a little older now, only 25, if he doesn't even have a little pride, it will really be scary.

On the contrary, it is more real if the little tail is exposed like this now.

The three drank and chatted freely. During this period, Fang Mo casually revealed some general trends in the world that he had explored by himself, which shocked the three of them. Especially after drinking, he even uttered wild words: "In the future, big brother As the emperor, I am also the cook!"

puff!

Guan Yu spit out the wine after taking a sip, and Zhang Fei's face was covered with wine, but he didn't show the slightest expression, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, and the water droplets from the wine fell into his mouth, but he didn't respond at all.

Silly!

Both are stupid.

They know that Fang Mo has great expectations for Liu Bei, but now, he is actually an emperor?

Liu Bei was also stunned, and it took him a while to react, and he said quickly: "The fourth brother is drunk, the fourth brother is drunk, quickly help him back to rest, and don't let these words spread."

He was frightened by what Fang Mo said. He, who could be satisfied with just a state governor, started to look up.

But after thinking about it, he immediately began to shake his head: "It's better not to think about such unrealistic things."

Helping Fang Mo into the room, he was still yelling: "Dong Zhuo, Dong Zhuo, this stupid thing will shock you when the time comes, don't think this guy is incompetent, he will ...Ugh, snort!"

Just as the three of them were listening intently, he fell asleep and did not finish speaking.

Chapter 52 Green, he's green!

In the early morning of the next day, Fang Mo woke up from his drowsy slumber with a splitting headache.

Subconsciously, he slapped himself on the buttocks, and then said luckily, "Fortunately, it's just a headache. If the buttocks hurt, it would be terrible."

Isn't it bad?

If it really hurts in the buttocks, what does that mean?It will really make the legends of later generations become real...that is, a group of Shu Han.

The three brothers slept soundly, Guan and Zhang hugged each other, Fang Mo was in the middle except for Liu Bei's arm hanging upside down in the air, there was nothing else.

After leaving the military tent, it was sunny outside, and it was around six o'clock.

Today will be a sunny day!

In the surrounded kitchen, cooking has already started, and the aroma of flour floated in front of Fang Mo little by little through the air.

He sniffled and nodded in satisfaction.

Then he went over with his hands behind his back like a super boss inspecting, observed the cooking methods of those people, and said to a bearded human being in his thirties: "You little guy, you are still smart, but you don't know how to cook. where."

With power, he will not use it at will, but he will not use it either.

For example, pretend to be aggressive and come out for inspection.

Anyway, the kitchen here is like a treasure land specially reserved by Liu Bei for him.

Seeing Fang Yu laughing and laughing, he left with a smile, very happy.

After he came out, he moved around a bit, and after washing up, he took out an iron gong and began to strike violently.

bang bang bang!

After the sound spread, the soldiers on the night shift yawned, then returned to the barracks where their night shift belonged, and began to prepare for a rest.

The remaining 400 or so people woke up from their sleep one after another, cleaned up their beds quickly, and then began to gather in line.

The three of Liu Guanzhang also got up, and the three of them looked at each other, very speechless.

But since Fang Mo said it would be beneficial to do so, they could only follow suit.

The repeated yawns showed that they were not fully awake yet. After washing up and doing some activities, the three of them were considered fully awake, and then they stood in front of the army.

The three of them were majestic, but Fang Mo acted like a little old man, constantly raising dissatisfaction with the people in the army with his hands behind his back, and at the same time asked the 60 people he trained at the beginning to rectify.

60 people, each with 40 people, just tell them what is wrong, there is no need to correct them one by one, and these 60 people are initially determined to be the grassroots, and they will get up step by step in the future.

Strong generals must be sent to the ranks. How strong they are in the future, or how talented they are, depends entirely on themselves, or they may only stay at the grassroots for a lifetime, or even be slowly abandoned.

After all, other people will continue to grow, and everyone will not be static.

Every day, before breakfast, they have to run for a period of time, and at the same time carry out the necessary training for the day, and finally have a meal, and then combine freely, rest for a period of time, and then proceed to the next training session.

Others don't understand, or even know why Fang Mo wants to do this, but he knows best that once he finishes his meal before going to training, the damage to his stomach will be too great.

Looking at the more than 2000 people in front of him, as well as the three of Liu, Guan and Zhang, he smiled, and then made a gesture: "Start, run!"

"Kill the enemy, kill the enemy, kill the enemy, and serve the country!"

"Kill the enemy, kill the enemy, kill the enemy, and serve the country!"

……

The soldiers were running, but they suddenly found that Fang Mo had changed their direction, and the target seemed to be in the direction of the city.

Many people were very puzzled, but at this time the benefits of training were revealed, and they followed up subconsciously.

……

city ​​gate.

The soldiers guarding the city were counting the people who entered the city, and at the same time collected the entry fees from these people.

It's not a lot of complaints, but it definitely doesn't have much of a good reputation.

This is inevitable. It would be really strange if even those who collect money can have a good reputation.

However, at this moment, they suddenly heard the ground rumbling under their feet, as if thousands of troops were marching towards the city.

The faces of the defenders immediately changed.

They looked into the distance in disbelief, especially when a large cloud of dust appeared, they frantically started to retreat.

"Enemy attack!"

"Quick, close the city gate!"

"Yellow Turban, it must be the Yellow Turban Army!"

These people who are used to bullying ordinary people have pale faces. They don't want to appear on the front line by themselves, because the long-term comfort has made them forget about fighting.