The two treasures of the farm family cannot be offended by the mother who is a miracle doctor.

Zhao Mang sat on the horse and looked at Ye Nitang condescendingly, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

This bitch was quite brave, staring at the tip of his spear without blinking.

But he still yelled fiercely: "I don't care who you are, if you dare to cause trouble for me, then let's see if your head is strong enough!"

With a faint smile on her pink lips, Ye Nitang took out a pair of black leather gloves from her pocket and put them on.

Holding the wrought iron spear in his right hand, he pulled hard and pulled Zhao Mang off his horse.

Then he took Zhao Mang's spear, pointed it at his dozen soldiers, and said loudly: "You come together. If you lose to me, you have to listen to me from now on."

After saying that, she threw the spear to Zhao Mang who was sitting on the ground and staring at her in disbelief, "You go with them, they alone are not enough for me to stuff between my teeth."

Then, she looked at the guard, not allowing him to interfere.

It was humiliating enough to be pulled down by him, but to be provoked like this by her, Zhao Mang was extremely angry.

He didn't care that Ye Nitang was a woman. After standing up, he rushed over with a spear.

"Sister Ye!"

"Tang'er!"

Luo Junning and Yang Dashan, who were standing behind the onlookers, shouted in horror when they saw this scene.

Lin Changyuan and Liu Zhexuan looked at the spear getting closer and closer to Ye Nitang, and they trembled with fear.

Hu Yunbo looked straight at Ye Nitang, who was motionless, his palms sweating.

Zhao Mang is at least two meters tall, and his body is as strong as a hill.

He also had a fierce look on his face, even if he stood there motionless, he could scare the faint of heart to death.

Along the way, there was no soldier who was not afraid of him.

If Tanger dares to provoke him like this, she should know how to deal with him.

Ye Nitang didn't move until the spear came to the tip of her nose. She ducked and turned her head slightly to avoid the spear attack.

Zhao Mang seemed to have expected this move from her.

With a flexible movement of his thick arm, the spear turned around and stabbed down Ye Nitang's neck.

At the moment when he was about to be stabbed, Ye Nitang's figure was like a phantom. He spun a few times and not only avoided the attack, but also came to Zhao Mang and held the spear again.

Seeing that she was going to seize the spear, Zhao Mang squeezed her tightly.

He looks like he has brute strength, but he also has inner strength.

Using both forces at the same time, he stared at Ye Nitang with a sneer, "Women are women. If you want to compete with men, don't overestimate yourself..."

Before he could utter the word "strength", the spear in his hand was snatched away by Ye Nitang again.

"A man is a man. If you want to compete with a woman, you are far behind," Ye Nitang said jokingly, then threw the spear to him, "From now on, if you listen to me, I will use this skill to steal other people's weapons." teach you."

Even if you kill someone, don't forget to punish your heart.

Zhao Mang was so angry that his eyes were about to burst. He threw his spear and came over waving his big fist.

Ye Nitang was also about to conquer him with his fists.

The two of them were like standing on the stage of a boxing championship, going back and forth, sparing no effort to greet each other.

Ye Jiaxing and Song Zhiyan, who were brought over by another guard, looked at the two people with different statures in a daze. How could their daughter become so powerful?

Zhao Mang's group of subordinates saw that their leader did not take advantage of a single punch, but was beaten unilaterally by Ye Nitang.

Regardless of morality, they joined the battle in twos and threes.

Their bodies and strength were incomparable to Zhao Mang. Every one of them, in front of Ye Nitang, was knocked away by her punch or kick within three moves.

In the end, only Zhao Mang was left.

After being beaten twice by Ye Nitang, he sat down on the ground and begged for mercy, "Auntie, please stop beating me."

"Okay," Ye Nitang saw that he was covered in bruises and stopped, "from now on, you have to listen to me."

"Yes," Zhao Mang dared to say no, "but there is a condition. We must travel a hundred miles every day, and we must not miss a mile."

"Don't worry, it's just a little more." Ye Nitang turned to all the soldiers, "Those who want to return home from Wuyuguan alive, from now on, everything will be at my disposal. In the following days, I will make arrangements based on your physical condition. , come up with a training plan, and let’s train as we go. If you don’t want to train, I won’t force you. Once you join my training team, you must completely obey my arrangements.”

The soldiers Zhao Mang led were all recruited from Changcheng. There were more than 3,000 people in his group.

Because of the news from the Beixiong people, one-half of the more than 3,000 soldiers were boys aged 16 or 17.

Most of them, like Liu Zhexuan and Lin Changyuan, are the second sons in the family.

He has not yet reached the crown, and he is just old enough to be drafted into the army.

In order to keep the family's strong labor force, the family had no choice but to send them here.

The other type is the eldest son in the family, but the father is young and has to stay behind to take care of the whole family. The only option is to let the eldest son go out to serve in the military. Even if he dies, the father can still live, and he does not have to worry about losing his incest.

The rest are like Luo Junning. There are only old people at home, so he can only come.

The other half, half of them are like Hu San with a big face and Sun Bazi, whose son is too young to serve in the military.

The other half are elderly and their children are old enough to support the family. It is more cost-effective for them to come than to have their sons.

He knew clearly that during this military service, he came to Beihuang to act as a human wall to resist the Beixiong people.

How could they not be afraid of death?

After hearing what Ye Nitang said, everyone shouted away.

"We are willing to train and we listen to you."

"Okay, from now on, open your package, put ten pounds of sand inside, and after walking the hundred miles today, I will arrange the rest. Don't ask why, just do as I say."

After saying that, Ye Nitang looked at Zhao Mang and threw him a pack of pills, "For the medicine, take one pill a day. I'll leave it to you to supervise them carrying the sand."

"Thank you!" Zhao Mang almost guessed Ye Nitang's intention and had some respect for her.

He took the medicine and took one out without any doubt.

Within a moment, the pain in the body disappeared and the whole body felt comfortable.

After he distributed the medicine to his sixteen brothers, he began to urge all the soldiers to pack sand.

Walking all day is tiring enough.

They were also asked to carry ten pounds of sand, and everyone suddenly started complaining.

"I can't carry it anymore. I won't train anymore."

As soon as a tall boy said this, Zhao Mang pulled out the snakeskin whip from his waist and whipped him hard.

There was a long gash in the boy's back clothes, the skin on his back was torn, and the blood instantly stained the clothes red.

He lay on the ground, wailing in pain.

The other soldiers were so frightened that they crouched down and packed some old clothes with sand.

Zhao Mang sat on the horse and looked at them sternly, "Whoever dares to disobey military orders will be punished. I will give you one stick of incense time. Whoever has a sandbag less than ten kilograms will be whipped ten times."

Ye Nitang, who got on the carriage, looked at this scene with satisfaction.

She said that she would not force them to train, but the Beixiong people would not show mercy because of their tenderness.

Therefore, everyone must practice.

This Zhao Mang is not stupid and can understand what she means.

From now on, with his intimidation, it should be much easier for her to train those soldiers.