Zhao Neng was stunned for such decisive words, and then stumbled towards the roadside. On weekdays, Zhao Neng was also one of the leaders of the salt bar, but at this time he ran towards the roadside. The team was suddenly in an uproar, and Ma Gang, who was standing among them, laughed and scolded disdainfully:

"I can't stand the real bad..."

Li Meng stared back at the last words, and Li Meng was also a little uncomfortable, thinking about what was going on. Who would have thought that in full view of everyone, Zhao Neng ran to the small river ditch on the side of the road, picked up a few handfuls of cold and squeezing hands and wiped them on his face. He washed his face in a snoring manner, ran back happily, picked up the weapons that others carried for him, and complained to Li Meng:

"Why didn't you say it earlier? Your head is still dizzy now."

Li Meng laughed loudly and punched Zhao Neng's chest with his fists. After this action, the nervous mood of some young people who went to fight for the first time also dissipated, and their morale became higher.

The team was arranged in a rectangle. Li Meng and Zhao Neng were not like ordinary teams. Even dozens of people had to stand at the top of their positions, as if they would not be able to show their high positions. Li and Zhao were both standing on the two corners of the rectangle in the team, and they were carrying long weapons on their backs.

Ma Gang has been in the salt rod for almost two months. After all, he has been in the formal training. He soon went from cooking salt to transport salt. He is now devoted to the training method of salt rod. This simple and effective method makes Ma Gang, who likes martial arts and combat, and those seemingly simple and even childish movements can truly make people feel physical improvements. Ma Gang is already extremely convinced by Li Meng, but he is not convinced by people like Zhao Neng and Chen Liuzi. He feels that his chances are not good. If he had been with Li Meng, he would not be worse than them.

After walking three miles again, Li Meng saw a few stones stacked on the side of the road, and couldn't help but laugh a few times and said loudly:

"Another five hundred steps forward, it will be our battlefield!"

The atmosphere in the team suddenly became tense, but looking at Zhao Neng with water dripping on his face and Li Meng with a smile on his face, the young people felt much more relaxed.

In the training in the salt rod, the five hundred steps are not a general number, but the number of steps taken by someone in the left or right corner of the first row. For Li Meng, when training in the army, how many steps per minute is very common military knowledge. However, in this era, there is no such accurate timer, and it can only be calculated by the leader.

After five hundred steps, these young people slowed down. Sure enough, with a shout from both sides, more than a hundred people rushed to the official road.

These ambush characters are fiercer than the young people in the salt rod. They look strong, and they hold big swords and spears in their hands, and their weapons are much more sophisticated.

More than 150 people from Li Meng were lined up in a neat and tight formation, and these ambushers were all in a mess, which seemed to be more people than the salt poles.

"Determine! Square formation! Flat gun!"

Zhao Neng shouted loudly and issued a quick order. During the training of the queue on the beach, these young people's movements were not wrong, but if they were hesitant, Li Meng's bamboo whip hit the head and face. The reaction was almost subconscious. Although he was still a little panicked at this time, he still responded according to his usual training.

After Zhao Neng finished calling, Li Meng shouted:

"prick!"

The ambushed Yan Ding thought he was caught off guard by the Li Meng's queue. Seeing the 150th man turning around, he thought that they were going to be in chaos, but who would have thought that the poor soldiers were going to be in chaos in a flash. In a flash, the weapons in the other party's hands were already flat. Before they could stop, the long soldiers had already stabbed out.

The salt diners surrounded all over were caught off guard, and the bodies that rushed to the front were all opened with holes and fell down with a terrifying storm.

"Step forward, sting!"

Under this command, the square formation quickly expanded a whole circle. The young man inside the salt rod might be afraid, but the movements in his hands and feet were still following the orders. There was another scream. The salt dice that was still thinking outside that was rushing into the second circle fell down another dozen.

In such a short time, nearly forty corpses were lying down around the salt bar and the others. The strongest of these salt dating were just good bandits, most of them were rascals. The ambush with confidence was hit by the other party, and many people's psychology immediately collapsed.

Li Meng took a breath and looked back at his team. Sure enough, he had only been practicing for a few months. He had only taken two steps forward, but he could no longer see any neat array.

However, looking at the salt deers running in front of him, Li Meng turned to Zhao Neng and said with a big smile:

"This white wax spear is really much more useful than our bamboo poles!"

Zhao Neng also replied with a smile:

"Yes, it's much smoother to stab in."

By the way, after Li Meng had money, he bought a hundred white wax spears with a spears through the joints in the garrison. The knives and axes were the most expensive among weapons. The price of this spear was not much iron, so it didn't cost much money. Moreover, the other party was willing to curry favor with the new salt administration inspector, and half sold and half gave away.

Fortunately, Li Meng was not very satisfied with his subordinates. Even if they were in modern times, these young people were at the level of semi-military organizations, and they also had standard weapons in their hands. Semi-military organizations were prepared to deal with thugs with similar numbers of people. The result was only one, that was massacre.

Li Meng frowned and looked back at the scattered team behind him, and then looked at the Yan Ding who was running away in all directions. He felt that he should strengthen the training of these young people.

"Step a step back and the whole team!"

Zhao Neng shouted again, and the young people who always kept stabbing their posture at any time were relieved. They took a step back and got into the queue. Everyone felt proud and satisfied. It turned out that they were so strong.

A few "buzzing" sounded, and several young men with salt rods screamed and fell down. Everyone looked towards the front of the official road. The three of them stood dozens of steps away, holding bows in their hands and shooting arrows.
Chapter completed!