Royal Gold Magistrate

"Continue to practice!" Fang Zhengyi shouted loudly.

A group of greasy and muscular men straightened up again, striding in line.

The neat pace made people feel relaxed and happy. Emperor Jing looked at Ren Hua and said, "Ren Hua, what do you think of the quality of this soldier?"

Ren Hua clasped his fists and said: "Return to Your Majesty, the humble official thinks that the order is prohibited and there is no chaos at all. It can be seen that Mr. Fang leads the army well, which is really admirable."

The little thing can still flatter, but it's not even close!

Fangzheng interrupted: "Your Majesty is asking you something, you have to find out the problem, and don't say such unnutritious things in the future!"

Emperor Jing glanced at Fangzheng appreciatively.

Ren Hua didn't expect this flattery to be slapped, and he was choked back and couldn't help breathing.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "Yes! My lord, although the military discipline is strict, but what Master Fang said just now, they have never been on the battlefield. Their steps are neat, and the sound of slogans cannot repel the enemy."

"That's why... Humble Job believes that everything should be based on reality, and only real skills can be seen with real knives and guns!"

Emperor Jing smiled slightly: "That's right. Ren Hua, your father has made many military exploits with me. I heard that you are also very good in the army. You have the style of your father. I don't know if you have relaxed now. Dare to go up and follow them?" Practice?"

"Of course I dare! I am often guided by my father in humble positions, and my basic skills have never fallen in a day. If Your Majesty agrees, I am willing to go up and compete with them!"

"Fang Qing, what do you think? Your people won't show timidity in actual combat, will they?" Emperor Jing said.

Fang Zhengyi said solemnly: "Your Majesty! This soldier is carefully trained for the country. Since it is to prepare for the support of the battlefield, of course we can't just show off!"

"To be honest, I asked them to kill pigs in the county. After so many years, all of them have corpses and blood under their hands, and their hearts are as cold as knives!"

The veteran cabinet ministers once again covered their mouths and sniggered.

"This Fangzheng is not good at training soldiers. If he asks people to practice his skills by killing pigs, he may not be able to go to the battlefield."

"Is killing a pig the same as killing someone?"

"I don't think so, but look at that Zhang Biao, how did he beat up Chi Lie before? This group of people is not simple!"

"What Li Gong said makes sense."

Emperor Jing also smiled, patted Fang Zhengyi on the shoulder and said, "Fang Qing, killing a pig is not the same thing as killing someone. Killing a hundred pigs is not as good as killing one person."

"I have also seen a butcher's soldier in the army, but his legs trembled when he was on the battlefield, and he was unbearable at all."

"However, I can understand that you have no experience."

Fangzheng wanted to explain, but the thought of the mutilated corpses made by these big animals was a bit disgusting.

When there were two death row prisoners in the county, the group used them to dissect and practice their hands, and used one corpse over and over again.

Now I have also fought against King Wu's subordinates, and they all seem to be in a normal state of mind. It is estimated that killing [-]% is not a psychological burden...

Ordinary soldiers who have been on the battlefield may not be able to play with them.

Seeing that he was silent, Emperor Jing asked again: "Fang Qing, I have already reminded you, do you dare to let someone practice with Ren Hua?"

"Dare! Why don't you dare! What they think of every day is to serve the country loyally. If His Majesty doesn't let them have a good fight today, I'm afraid they will regret it for the rest of their lives." Fangzheng said loudly, "You guys, first show Your Majesty what you are The sparring! Your future superiors will fight against you in a while, and you must not underestimate the enemy, let Your Majesty fight a good fight!"

"Lord Fang, there's no need for that. I'll just go up and fight them." Ren Hua finished speaking and was ready to go forward.

"No!" Fangzheng stretched out his hand to stop him: "Someone was injured just now, it's better for you to understand the situation now."

Ren Hua looked in Zhao Lie's direction, with contempt in his eyes: "Although he is very strong, he may not be my single-handed enemy."

Emperor Jing asked curiously: "They have already competed before I came here?"

"Oh, they competed for strength. This group of ministers has nothing but strength." Fang Zhengyi was very proud.

"The so-called breaking skill with strength, I see that no technology is vulnerable to them!"

Ren Hua quietly rolled his eyes and stopped talking.

Emperor Jing smiled, raised his hand and said, "Let's begin!"

Following Fangzheng's order, Zhao Lie and his team began to separate automatically in groups of two, and some people went to the weapon rack to get wooden weapons.

After everyone got into position, Zhao Lie said loudly: "Follow the basic training and start sparring!!!"

As soon as the words fell, the two sides of the training first clasped their fists to salute, and then suddenly threw their fists at each other!

The scene heated up in an instant, and the scene of hundreds of strong men practicing against each other was extremely shocking.

Especially on the premise that the two sides are punching and kicking without leaving a trace of strength, it is even more pleasing to the eye, just like watching a blockbuster martial arts movie.

Zhao Lie shot even more swiftly, jumping and moving, the parrying attack and the opponent's coordination were like flowing water.

All the veterans looked at it with admiration.

"Okay! It looks like I can fight very well, and the fight is beautiful."

"Li Gong, I really let you talk, this group of people is really not simple!"

Li Yansong stroked his beard and said, "Well, Fang Zhengyi can't be deduced by common sense, he is something real!"

The discussion here is lively, but Emperor Jing, Ren Hua and others are silent.

Emperor Jing was expressionless, while Ren Hua became more and more disdainful.

Finally, Li Yuan couldn't stand watching anymore, walked up to Fang Zhengyi and quietly tugged on his sleeve, and whispered: "Old Fang, you people are not very good..."

"Why can't it work, Your Highness?" Fang Zheng asked.

Li Yuanzhao said seriously: "Although they look very beautiful in fighting, they are all fooling laymen. They are very ugly in real fighting. How can you make such a low-level mistake? I remember that you can also fight wildly." .”

"Isn't Zhang Biao good at fighting? Why did he change his mind when he got to this group of people?"

"Hey! Look, he jumped and turned around again! You should lean over here, otherwise the opponent will be unprepared when he slashes with a knife, and he will become a corpse on the battlefield!"

"Oh! What is this nonsense? What a mess!"

"Old Fang, I'm not saying that you have wasted their good health for nothing. Why don't you hand them over to me, and I will definitely train an elite army!"

Fangzheng whispered in his ear: "Your Highness, be safe and don't be impatient. These are all soldiers trained by Zhang Biao, so don't worry. If you like training soldiers, Jin Yiwei will recruit new recruits in the future and let you train enough!"

"Ok?"

Li Yuanzhao stood on the spot in a daze for an instant, and looked at Ren Hua with a honey smile on his face the next second, without saying anything more.

Lao Fang's disgrace, he must have not held back his fart!

Another big melon was eaten!

Seeing that Emperor Jing was speechless, Fang Zhengyi took the initiative to ask: "Your Majesty, what do you think?"

Emperor Jing wanted to tell the truth, but when he saw the smile on Fang Zhengyi's face, he comforted him softly: "Fang Qing, your soldiers training is still very good. I think they all have potential..."

Before he finished speaking, a sudden change occurred in the martial arts arena!

Seeing Zhao Lie's opponent throwing a fist at his face, Zhao Lie twisted his waist and flashed fiercely!

The tip of the fist barely brushed Zhao Lie's nose, and a little bit of sweat rushed to his face accompanied by the wind of the fist.

Without waiting for the enemy to withdraw his fist, Zhao Lie quickly retreated half a step. The fist on his waist instantly transformed into a palm, and shot out like lightning, heading straight for the opponent's heart!

At the same time, he exhausted all his strength and roared loudly: "Cloud Pai Zhang!!!"

Emperor Jing's pupils shrank suddenly, as if struck by lightning...