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The moment Jiang Jichen's horse entered the main camp, Huo Lang, Xie Yunshan and other generals crossed their swords in front of their chests and saluted. Then the black-armored soldiers knelt on one knee.

"Meet the coach!"

The black-armored soldiers were not allowed to raise their heads, but the respect in the leaders' eyes was imprinted in Jiang An's heart.

The world admires the strong, and the world also loves heroes.

From what Jiang An had learned in the past few days, her father was a well-deserved strong man and a hero of the three major border states.

The three-year-old was not frightened by this solemn and dignified scene, nor did she act arrogantly. If you look closely at Jiang An's eyes, you will find that she is excited deep inside, a thrill deeply engraved in her bones and blood.

After greeting, Jiang Jichen dismounted from his horse, his black cloak flitting through the air adding to his awe.

Hu Yan was still standing among the generals in plain clothes. He took a step forward and looked into the man's eyes, which showed a mutual respect for the strong.

"Your Majesty, the soldiers are already lined up at the training ground waiting for you..."

Hu Yan was a scholar and did not participate in the military training, so the responsibility of taking care of Tuanzi naturally fell on him.

The group marched towards the training ground in a mighty procession. Jiang Jichen walked in the front, and Hu Yan followed behind with Tuanzi in one hand. Behind them were the generals and the black-armored soldiers.

The training ground of the main camp is different from the palace. It is a very large open space with a high platform on which fire basins and war drums are arranged.

The wind blows, the yellow sand rises,

Footsteps sounded like thunder, and dust clung to the feet of the black-armored soldiers. This is what the book says: "Yellow sand wears away golden armor after a hundred battles" (Note: From Wang Changling's "Joining the Army")

There is also a tall building on the side of the training ground. This building is different from the ordinary city tower. It is specially used to overlook the entire training ground and to have a panoramic view of the black armored soldiers lining up.

Therefore, the eaves of high-rise buildings are very narrow, with empty space on all sides, and cannot provide shelter from wind and rain.

Jiang Jichen led his men to the martial arts training ground, and Hu Yan took Jiang An up to the tall building.

Jiang An refused Hu Yan's hug. After all, this old fox would cough every time he took two steps.

She was wearing a narrow-collared red riding coat today. She walked up a few steps, her figure not even as tall as a fox's knees, and turned half her body to look at Hu Yan.

"Military Advisor, I'll be waiting for you up there~"

After saying that, he climbed up.

This is a naked provocation!

Hu Yan held up the hem of her dress with one hand, her fox eyes shone with a gentle smile, "The stairs are a bit high, young lady is still young, be careful not to fall..."

Jiang An stumbled when he heard this, and a look of doubt flashed across his fair and tender face.

Is this old fox mocking her for her short legs?

Not sure, let me listen again...

After climbing the last step, Jiang An was exhausted. She supported herself against the wall with her trembling hands and almost fell to her knees because of the high building.

If I hadn't been holding my breath and not wanting to lose face in front of the old fox, I would have collapsed into a fat pancake long ago.

Hu Yan came up later, still gentle and caring, "Miss, are you tired?"

Jiang An straightened his back, and his round body stood up, "Tsk, a small step~"

The tone can be as arrogant as possible,

At this moment, she is the coolest girl upstairs (pretending).

The old fox signaled the soldiers who had been waiting upstairs to place the tea and cushions in the middle.

With a look of pity, "Tsk, since Miss is not tired, then I am afraid that this specially prepared warm soup will be useless. What a pity..."

Tuanzi's body stiffened, and his eyes could not help but stick to the cushion and the steaming clay pot on the charcoal brazier.

She took two small steps, and grabbed Hu Yan's white shirt under his cloak with her fat hands. Her expression was fierce, but her voice was as soft as a mosquito, and it went around in her throat.

"Don't force me, please..."

Hu Yan picked up Tuanzi and stopped teasing her.

I cried for a while, but the prince didn't take it off...

"They are all prepared for the young lady, and there are also delicious cakes."

"Although it's not as sophisticated as the one in the palace, it was made by my subordinates. I guarantee it's not poisonous."

Jiang An hesitated for a few seconds when looking at the cakes.

It would have been fine if the old fox hadn't said anything, but once he mentioned it, why did she not believe it?

The sound of weapons and armor colliding reached the high building. Jiang An stepped on the specially made wooden ladder, while Hu Yan protected him with one hand.

She looked down and saw Jiang Jichen standing in front of the war drum with drumsticks in both hands. Huo Lang and the other four commanders also stood in front of a war drum respectively.

Behind her, Hu Yan was explaining the process of the military training to her.

In fact, military camp training is a very common thing. It is usually organized by the lieutenant general and deputy lieutenant general of a camp and handed over to the generals under their command.

The commander-in-chief would only train his troops on certain days, and only military commanders with official positions could stand on the training ground on that day.

There are five war drums, the commander-in-chief stands in the main position, and four commanders stand on both sides. They represent the four major arms of the army, including cavalry, infantry, engineers, and chariots and baggage.

Chongzhou and the other two states are not near the sea, and rivers are rare. Sailors are not common in the National Defense Army and are a special type of soldier.

Jiang Jichen struck the war drum with a drumstick, and the other four commanders followed suit. The dull drumbeats resounded throughout the training ground, marking the official start of the military exercise.

On the training ground, Jiang Jichen put down his drumstick, untied his cloak, and took the long sword handed to him by Huo Lang.

The man was wearing a dark light armor that shone brightly under the sunlight. He poured his inner strength into his sword-holding hand and turned it upward. The scabbard suddenly fell off and flew straight into the wooden board of the platform. His inner strength was so strong that the scabbard was embedded in the board.

The long sword made of black iron was as black as ink, but the groove in the middle was dark red. The light reflected in the sun was reflected on Jiang Jichen's peerless face, emitting a dangerous and strange light.

Hu Yan pointed the folding fan in his hand at the long sword in the prince's hand, his eyes shining, "This sword is Long Yuan..."

His words were interrupted by a loud voice behind him.

When Xie Yunshan climbed up the high building, he heard the word "Longyuan". "Longyuan, if you want to know Longyuan, look at its appearance, like climbing a high mountain and facing a deep abyss..." (See "Yue Jue Shu. Wai Chuan Ji Bao Jian")

"Some people on the battlefield said that the prince killed countless people with Longyuan sword, and said that the dark red pattern on the Longyuan sword was stained with human blood."

Xie Yunshan continued conspicuously, "In fact, it is the change that occurs in the black iron during the casting process. It is also this change that makes Long Yuan cut iron like mud!"

After saying that, the young general looked at Hu Yan and raised his eyebrows, quite proudly, am I right~

Hu Yan rolled his eyes secretly, "General Xie, is your cold healed?"

Xie Yunshan didn't realize anything was wrong, and patted his chest, "This general is strong and healthy, get well soon!"

Jiang An then added, "Then why don't you go downstairs to the martial arts training ground?"

The latter's eyebrows drooped for a moment, and he said stubbornly: "This general is too lazy to go, is that not okay?"

Hu Yan: "Miss, General Xie has two battalions of personal soldiers under his command. Maybe he doesn't want to stand in the ranks of the black-armored soldiers..."

After all, his official rank is of the first rank, one level higher than the commanders like Huo Lang...

Jiang An nodded in the face of Xie Yunshan's unpleasant expression, and did not say anything else.

Just for the sake of the gifts he sent, let him go~

On the high platform, Jiang Jichen has already started to dance with the sword.

It was called sword dancing, but every move was a killing move. The buzzing sound of the long sword breaking through the air was like the wailing of the dead souls under the sword.

Each move is not too fancy, and each move is life-threatening.

The sword moves are continuous and the sword beams are bright like stars. Under the killing intent is an absolutely stunning visual feast.

Whether in the martial arts training ground or on the tall building, everyone was immersed in Jiang Jichen's sword moves.

They are like spectators, like opponents,

Under the sword of King Zheng, no one can win...

The sword was sheathed, and then the black-armored soldiers on the training ground began to play a game. This game would determine which camp each of their battalions belonged to.

According to the rules of the National Defense Army, the winner is the winner and the loser is the enemy. On the second day, the four main generals will be in charge and the lieutenant general will take the lead in conducting military training.

Below the camp, the stakes were pigs and sheep; the lieutenant generals' prize was a piece of black iron plate.

The martial arts training ground soon fell into chaos, with waves of yellow sand blowing up and blocking the view. Occasionally, someone would fly out from under the yellow sand. For a while, there was an endless stream of nonsense and curses on the field...