Reborn as a rebellious son like a wolf

The weather is November, winter is coming, and the cold air hits every place in the capital. Everyone starts to take off their thin shirts. The guards in the Houguofu's mansion carry the cage into the house and slowly burn it.

On the couch by the window, Tang Mo watched the heavy rain outside and tightened his clothes.

Qing Yu came in with tea and put it beside him: "Master Hou."

For some reason Hou Ye was suddenly struck by a Gu, and his body was still weak after he untied it, so he volunteered to show him the military report every day.

Lord Hou has a precise ability to investigate military affairs, and he can point out any problems he has, which makes him admire him very much.

What those people said about entering the North Wing Camp by relying on the emperor's favor is all farting. I really want them to learn how powerful Lord Hou is.

"Well, is the military camp still quiet today?" Tang Mo knew what was in it even before he picked up the tea, and his mouth smelled of ginseng when he drank it.

Qing Yu said: "There is nothing wrong with the barracks, everyone is training normally, and I am also just out of training."

Now they have to train everyone from lieutenant generals to ordinary soldiers, and their bodies are getting stronger and stronger, and they are more and more able to handle the seemingly hellish training at the beginning.

Tang Mo raised his eyebrows and smiled, "How do you feel?"

Qing Bian shyly scratched his head: "At the beginning, it was like falling into hell. After getting used to it, I felt that I could provoke the world, and my body was constantly becoming stronger in all aspects."

They never knew they could be so powerful, so invincible.

"That's good." Putting down the teacup, Tang Mo stood up: "Let's go to the training room to compete with you."

"Is your current body okay?"

His vitality was so bad that he had to drink ginseng tea even for tea, it would be bad if he was injured.

Tang Mo shook his head and said with a smile, "Don't worry, it's still possible to beat you."

In close combat, even if his body has not recovered, Qingzhu is not his opponent.

Although Qingzhu hesitated in his heart, he followed him to the training room.

The training room is in the ear room on the left side of the yard. Tang Mo opened up the three ear rooms connected together. There are no weapons in it, and the floor is paved with wooden planks, which are specially used for punching and training the body.

In the training room, Tang Mo took off his outer clothes and stood in front of the well-dressed Qing Bi: "Qing Bi, you find a way to knock me down. If you can do it, you will win."

"Okay." Qing Bin looked at the tall and thin Tang Mo in front of him, feeling very confident in his heart.

He had heard that Lord Hou was good at martial arts, and now that he hadn't recovered, he was very confident that he could beat him.

Thinking of this, he was immediately full of confidence, his pupils burst into light, he squatted slightly, and spread his hands: "Master Hou, please."

"Go." Just as Tang Mo finished speaking, he stepped forward like a leopard and hit his shoulder with his fist.

Qing Chuan was startled, he took a step sideways, and punched his elbow, aiming to stop his next step.

Tang Mo curled his lips slightly, rolled his hands and clenched his wrists tightly, and hit his abdomen hard with his fists.

Taking a few steps back, Qing Yan rubbed his stomach and looked at Tang Mo in surprise: "Master Hou, your moves are so domineering."

Not only domineering, every move hits the vital point of the person, fast, ruthless, accurate, every move is crisp and neat, and does not give others a chance to fight back.

Tang Mo chuckled: "This is called close combat. Today I will teach you a few tricks. See clearly."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Mo kicked his knee with his long legs, and at the moment he blocked his hand, he hit his shoulder with his elbow.

Qingzhu's shoulder hurt, and he took a few steps back before he could stand still. Unconvinced, he gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

A few guards stood outside the door, watching Qing Bin inside being beaten like a chicken by his master Hou, feeling itchy.

They are the dark guards and the bright guards. They have always known that Lord Hou has great skills except for his lack of internal strength. Today, seeing what he has seen, he really wants to end up playing a round with him.

Bang, bang. .The sound of people falling to the ground kept coming from the training room, one after another.

"What happened?"

Jiang Ziliang just came back from the outside, followed by Yan Chengrong, he heard the voice and thought something happened.

They saw a few guards standing by the door looking in, with relish and eagerness on their faces, they pushed them away, and raised their eyebrows in surprise when they saw the scene inside.

Yan Chengrong was very surprised: "I didn't expect Master Hou to be so skilled."

"It's also the first day I know:" Jiang Ziliang watched intently, no matter whether he made a move or swept his legs, his moves were ruthless.

I'm afraid that this kid Qingzhu is not defeated, but his heart will be defeated first.

The original four people watching turned into six people lying around the door, discussing the moves Tang Mo used from time to time.

Qing Yan was carried back to the barracks at last, Tang Mo was sweating profusely, feeling comfortable all over, feeling rejuvenated.

After returning to the house and sitting down, Tang Mo looked at Jiang Ziliang and Yan Chengrong who were sitting down: "You guys are free."

The two got close these days, Tang Mo thought they had some important business to attend to.

Yan Chengrong said in a clear voice; "I need some help from Ziliang, so I'll come over to see Lord Hou."

"I'm fine, you saw it just now."

"Indeed." Yan Chengrong smiled slightly, and said: "I didn't know that Master Hou is so skilled, it is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

The more he gets along with this Marquis, the more Yan Chengrong thinks he is powerful. He was named a Marquis at the age of sixteen or seven, and he commanded the North Wing Battalion, and he convinced everyone in the North Wing Battalion, including the lieutenant general, in just one month. Seriously. Wizards of the world.

No wonder His Majesty valued him so much. If he was His Majesty, he would also value this young genius.

"It's an award, it's nothing."

"No, Master Hou Fang Shiliu, we only knew how to read when we were sixteen, and we really can't compete with you."

At the beginning, he thought he was the sweetheart of heaven, he was from a good background, could read books, and had a lot of friends. Only when he met Lord Hou did he know that there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky.

Jiang Ziliang said, "Ah Mo, I'm going out later."

"This rainy day?" The heavy rain has just stopped, and it may be inconvenient to go out at this time.

Yan Chengrong said: "There is a small landslide over there in Shuiliang Village. I have a batch of goods there, so I have to take a look."

"Is it serious?" I haven't heard of landslides, so it should be serious.

Jiang Ziliang shook his head and said, "We don't know, let's go and have a look first."

Before he left, he wanted to see Ah Mo, who would have thought that he had just seen him beating Qing Bing hard.

They got up and left after talking for a long time. Tang Mo ordered the training room to be cleaned, and then went to the study to study the art of war.

In the evening, Yan Chengrong's personal attendant came back and said that Jiang Ziliang and Yan Chengrong were buried.

Tang Mo's face changed slightly, he picked up the cloak next to him and went out, and the guards quickly followed.

He did not go directly to Shuiliang Village, but came to the barracks and asked Li Yiguang and others to quickly dispatch three hundred soldiers.

Cao Qipeng said urgently: "Master Hou, what happened?"

"Jiang Ziliang and Yan Chengrong are buried in Shuiliang Village. I will take people there first. You stay put and rest in the camp tonight."

Several lieutenants listened to the order and said in unison: "Yes."

Tang Mo took Li Yiguang and Ma Li with 300 people, left the barracks in a mighty way, and headed for Liangshui Village.

Liangshui Village is located beside the official road outside the capital, not very far away. Everyone held torches and ran forward at the fastest speed.

The enhanced physical strength of the soldiers during normal training began to play a role, and they arrived at the scene in the shortest time.

Outside Liangshui Village, Tang Mo saw that the whole village was buried inside, his expression changed slightly, he turned his head and shouted at all the soldiers: "Dig it for me, if you want to see people live, you want to see dead bodies."

"Yes." These days, after Tang Mo's brainwashing, these soldiers are different from the past, and they are more responsible for the common people.

Everyone took a shovel and began to dig the mud. Of course, they dared not use force for fear of hurting the people.

This place is a bit big, Tang Mo turned his head and told the soldiers to return to the camp immediately, and then sent another 1000 people over. The more people there were, the greater the chances of the people surviving.

"This way, Lord Marquis, here it is."

There was a loud cry not far from the foot of the mountain, Tang Mo asked someone to hold up a torch, and found that it was another guard of Yan Chengrong, with mud all over his body and head, he must have just climbed out.

Tang Mo ran over quickly, his feet were covered with mud, and the road was still a little unstable: "Did you miss it here?"

Seeing him crying, the guard pointed forward and said, "This is where the master and Mr. Jiang were buried."

Tang Mo turned his head and summoned ten soldiers, and everyone quickly attacked.

The heavy rain fell again, and it became heavier and heavier. Tang Mo dug hard, and soon came across something soft. He threw away the shovel and squatted down, and stuck his hand into the mud to feel it. He really touched a warm human body.

A few soldiers came to help, and everyone quickly pulled him out. It was Jiang Ziliang.

His face was covered with mud, and he gasped violently as soon as he was dug out, Tang Mo realized that he had covered his mouth with a cloth

This kid is clever, otherwise he would really be buried here.

Jiang Ziliang panted and pointed below: "Chengrong, Chengrong is below."

"Don't worry." Tang Mo continued to dig, and dragged Yan Chengrong out in a few strokes, and he was still angry, better than Jiang Zi.

The soldiers in the distance quickly shouted: "There are people here, everyone, come and help."

"Here too, it's a child, still alive."

"Hurry up, everyone, first dig out what you found, and prepare the clean water."

The soldiers worked together and quickly dug out the buried people. There were adults and children, but some were dead and some were alive.

Tang Mo yelled: "Attention everyone, be quick to see where there are houses. If there are beams to support them, the chances of their survival will be greater."

"Yes." The soldiers picked up the shovels, ignoring the mud on their bodies, and desperately saved people.

Zhu Shangtong and Cao Qipeng brought the soldiers over quickly, and everyone quickly picked up the shovel and joined the ranks of rescuers. Some soldiers quickly set up tents and moved the living people inside.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and gradually the relatives of the villagers of Liangshui Village came to the news. When they saw the soldiers all over the mountains and plains, their hearts were full of shock.

They have also encountered such disasters, but never before have soldiers come to rescue the people so quickly. It must be said that they were very moved.

Looking at the people on the ground, everyone stepped forward one after another, ready to help.

When Tang Mo saw ordinary people at this time, he immediately shouted: "Don't come over, everyone go to the side to help take care of the still alive, especially the children."

Some people in the mudslides know how to get down, but some people who don't know can only suffocate to death.

Tang Mo lowered his head and dragged a child out, but what caught his eyes was the child's tightly closed eyes. He hadn't even breathed, and he died long ago.

Her eyes were a little red, and she was handed over to the soldier in a low voice: "Let someone wash it, put it in the tent, and wait for relatives to pick it up."

"Yes." The soldier stepped forward to take away the child's still warm body, and walked towards the tent where the body was placed.

The heavy rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there was still a landslide on the mountain. Fortunately, the torch was not approached here, and the torch was quickly extinguished by the water. Tang Mo asked someone to bring the fire cover, and directly tied the torch to a long stick, with a longer stick next to it. There is a fireproof cloth cover on the long stick, which is specially used for lighting in rainy days.

Everyone worked non-stop, regardless of whether they were dead or alive, they were all pulled out first, and those who could be saved were saved as much as possible, and those who could not be saved should at least return a dead body of a relative.