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

On the list is written an inspiring slogan: "If you endure hardship today, you will be a member of the palace in the future."

"I swear to defend our territory in Dayu to the death and not let the barbarians from Beixiong insult my father, mother, wife and children."

"Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. We are men of honor. We are not afraid of death or enemies. We will protect our mountains and rivers forever."

"..."

She not only wanted to build their strong bodies, but also tempered their will.

This way, they won't be frightened when they compare with their burly and majestic Beixiong people on the battlefield.

After shouting the slogan ten times, Ye Nitang took out a loudspeaker and shouted to all the soldiers: "Get up at Yin time tomorrow morning, and those who get up late will be punished by Captain Zhao."

Zhao Mang bared his teeth, "You're responsible for the good things, but I'm the one who co-authored the bad things that offended others?"

Upon hearing the punishment, everyone immediately entered the tent, fell into the straw, and quickly fell asleep.

Before the Yin hour of the next day, Ye Nitang woke up everyone with a loudspeaker and asked Zhao Mang and his subordinates to call people to gather on the official road.

Because of the spiritual spring water, all the soldiers did not feel tired, but were full of energy.

After a day of understanding, Ye Nitang singled out the soldiers in the team who could not go to the battlefield and asked Ye Jiaxing and Song Zhiyan to lead them and be responsible for cooking.

Others followed her and Zhao Mang into the mountains on the roadside to climb.

When going down the mountain, they were asked to each cut a two-meter-long log as thick as an arm as a training weapon.

After returning, they continued to chant slogans in groups of a hundred people.

The long official road was filled with roars, and the soldiers who were still depressed yesterday were now filled with passion and strength.

In the following training, Ye Nitang directly taught them to block and kill, mostly using tricky moves.

Because everyone has no martial arts foundation, it is very difficult to learn.

After practicing for two hours, only a hundred people can remember three moves.

Ye Nitang took the loudspeaker, changed his calm and gentle attitude before, and started scolding sternly.

"Idiots and trash, you are so useless, do you want to see the Beixiong people cross the Wuye Pass, come to your hometown, strip your mothers, wives and daughters naked, and ride under you?

Or do you want to see the Beixiong barbarians break open the chests of your brothers and sons, use the wooden sticks in your hands to penetrate the dermatitis and throat, and roast them on the fire? "

Her words were not an exaggeration. Twenty years ago, when the Beixiong people invaded and occupied half of the territory of Dayu, this was how they treated the people of Dayu.

When Ye Nitang spoke of the shame of many years ago so bluntly, everyone felt cold and full of hatred.

"No, we don't want to, we want to become stronger, we want to kill all the Beixiong people!"

In the silent crowd, there was a high-pitched shout, and the others were stirred up and shouted in unison: "Don't forget the national humiliation, kill all the Beixiong people."

When the shouting ended, Ye Nitang spoke again, "Okay, you are all good and bloody men. Since we have to go to Wuye Pass, we will do our best to kill all the Beixiong barbarians and protect our country. At the same time, we also seek a bright future for ourselves and our children and grandchildren!”

"Kill all the Beixiong barbarians and seek a bright future!" The crowd shouted again.

"If you have the guts, you are the heroes of Dayu. You are worthy of being recorded in the annals of history by historians and will be remembered for generations to come. You are also worthy of being remembered and admired by future generations."

Ye Nitang finished speaking with excitement and asked Zhao Mang to tell the cook to prepare the meal.

Everyone has the idea of ​​becoming a master. As long as she keeps telling them along the way that defeating the Beixiong people can earn power, fame and fortune, and give them a belief in heroism, their minds will no longer be weak. flinched.

Just as she thought, after the meal, she asked each person to add five kilograms of sand. No one objected. Instead, they all actively added more sand and their running speed also increased.

As they set off again, with Zhao Mang watching, Ye Nitang and two cooks drove an ox cart and a carriage and left first.

As for Ye's father and Ye's mother, they trained with the soldiers.

At noon, the team walked seventy miles, and everyone was very happy. The speed was twice as fast as before, which meant that they had made progress.

After lunch, Ye Nitang asked them to rest for half an hour. She called out more than a hundred people who had practiced martial arts well in the morning and trained them alone.

The best among them was Luo Junning, because Ye Nitang asked him to use sandbags to train his legs when he was at home, and later he learned a few tricks from Qingzhi.

And with the help of Ye Nitang's spiritual spring water, his physical strength was stronger than Liu Zhexuan and Lin Changyuan.

After training, he took the initiative to find Ye Nitang and proposed adding sandbags for his legs.

Ye Nitang took his water bag and filled half a bag of spiritual spring water into it.

"Their physiques are so poor that they can only gradually progress at a constant speed. If you feel you can do it, I can teach you other things."

"Okay, I want to learn the most powerful one." His original intention was to learn more useful moves from Sister Ye.

Ye Nitang looked at the giggling young man and said, "Okay, I can only teach you in my spare time."

The little boy nodded straightly, "Well, I'm not afraid of hardship."

They walked and ran in the afternoon. It took everyone an hour to cover thirty miles.

After resting for a while and having dinner, Ye Nitang took them and continued to practice killing moves with wooden sticks until Haishi.

Everyone went to sleep, but Ye Nitang didn't rest. She was still practicing with Luo Junning, Lin Changyuan and Liu Zhexuan.

Ye Jiaxing, Song Zhiyan, Yang Dashan, Hu Yunbo, Su Chongshan and several others saw this and quietly came over with wooden sticks.

"Tang'er, let's practice with you too."

Naturally, Ye Nitang would not object. The moves she taught them were more complicated.

As long as you study hard and go to the battlefield, even if you can't defeat the Beixiong people, you can still save your life.

Just as I practiced, the small team of only a few people started to grow more and more.

First it was people from Hu Sanhe Huaishan Village, then people from Liuhe Town, then people from Leyuan County...

The next morning, those who learned a lot last night were obviously much more capable than others.

Ye Nitang singled out those with good physical fitness and asked Zhao Mang to teach them cooperation skills in group combat.

Those who are lagging behind are immediately afraid when they see it. If they learn less, they have a greater chance of death.

Ye Nitang also took the opportunity to brainwash them. If they fall behind, they will be beaten. If they are not capable, how can they earn military merit and become famous all over the world?

Incited by her, after dinner, two more large sandbags weighing five kilograms were tied to everyone's legs, and the weight on their backs was still fifteen kilograms.

The burden on the legs increased, and the journey was slowed down. They only walked more than fifty miles in the morning, but everyone could feel that their physical condition had improved.

The lunch meal was still plentiful, but there were 5,000 people sharing the meal.

They were conscripted soldiers from Wangjiang City. They had just experienced the insect plague and cholera, and now they were conscripted again. They were all sallow and thin.

The person who led them here was Zhao Mang's subordinate, and he had already spent more than half of the one thousand taels of living expenses.

He tremblingly handed the two hundred taels of silver notes to Zhao Mang, lowering his head and not daring to look at anyone, "Lieutenant, I'm already very economical, we only have one steamed bun every day..."

What he said was pitiful. Zhao Mang was full of anger and had nowhere to vent.

He handed the banknote to Ye Nitang, "How much money do we have left?"