"But everything is moving forward. In the fights many years ago, with bronze swords and wooden sticks on both sides, they rushed without any rules. A fierce general could break up a group of soldiers.

Time has changed, and gradually, the art of war is advancing, and the methods of training are also changing...

Nowadays, the array is more flexible and tighter. A strong general can rush into the array, but it is difficult to move forward in an indomitable way! This is progress!"

Yang Xuan said slowly: "Some people say that when it comes to the art of war and training, no one will accept it!"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"I am the deputy envoy." Yang Xuan stretched out a finger, "Under my training, the death camp became the Taiping Army that frightened the three major grassland tribes. Under my training, the Chenzhou Army became the first in northern Xinjiang.

One army.

Wait, why are you dissatisfied?"

The generals looked angry.

Before they could get angry, Yang Xuan waved his hand, "Don't accept it? Pull it out and run around!"

He waved his hand and five hundred Chenzhou troops marched forward.

Yang Xuan pointed to the five hundred Chenzhou Army, "The most powerful of the Northern Xinjiang Army, pull out five hundred of them!"

The generals became excited.

After a dispute, Zhang Du's Xuan Jiaqi and Jiang Cunzhong's subordinates were left alone.

Five hundred officers and soldiers of the Northern Xinjiang Army formed an array.

Opposite Chen Zhoujun.

"How to compete?" someone asked.

Yang Xuan said: "Stop!"

Kong Rui said: "Is that the array? Deputy envoy, I think that standing like this is useless..."

Yang Xuan remained silent.

The two teams of soldiers stood there, looking at each other.

Chen Zhoujun wants to support Boss Yang, but on the other hand, he wants to support the original old rules.

The generals were a little contemptuous at first.

"What's the use of standing? If standing can be useful, then there is no need to practice all day long. From morning to night, stand first."

"There is also such a drill method in the army. When practicing formations, the soldiers have to stand. But he... stands all the time!"

Time passes.

The generals muttered less.

They are looking both ways.

The five hundred men of the Northern Xinjiang Army were shaking a little at this moment, and their eyes were not right, and their look of patience was obvious.

Look at the other side again.

Not moving at all.

That look!

The sharpness reminds me of the blade of a horizontal sword.

Sparkling and frightening.

The sun is shining brightly, making people feel hot all over.

The generals couldn't stand it anymore, but if Yang Xuan didn't move, they couldn't move either.

No, they can move, at least they can move their hands and feet.

But the soldiers standing on both sides could only remain motionless.

Whoever moves loses!

Sweat soaked through the clothes from the inside out, and the wet marks were growing.

The sweat on my face was flowing freely, and my whole body was itchy, but I couldn't scratch it.

Someone's body started to shake.

It's from the Northern Xinjiang Army.

More and more people are shaking.

Some people's eyes were blank, apparently their souls were about to leave their bodies.

On the other side, it remained motionless.

That look in his eyes was still sharp.

Station not working?

This idea is wavering.

Boom!

Someone from the Northern Xinjiang Army fell down.

Boom!

The second person falls.

The generals gradually changed their colors.

They couldn't stand it anymore, but Chen Zhoujun's five hundred people still maintained their original appearance.

Boom!

Among the five hundred people opposite, some kept falling down or sitting down.

The generals gradually looked solemn.

Boom!

A general fell down.

This face!

Where is the face?!

Those five hundred people remained the same.

Boom!

The opponents are falling faster and faster.

The rest of the body swayed like a candle in the wind, but still persisted stubbornly.

This is the Northern Xinjiang Army!

But, the way they looked at the man on the high platform changed!

Boom!

Huang Zhang fell to the ground and then got up with difficulty, his face was bruised and he looked extremely embarrassed.

He looked at the five hundred people and thought, if he encountered such an opponent on the battlefield, who would he be?

A kind of panic arises spontaneously.

A kind of regret also arises spontaneously.

I'm afraid I've found the wrong opponent!

The five hundred people looked like sculptures, motionless.

Yang Xuan took a step forward, "Is that enough?"

No one answered!

He growled: "Is that enough?"

No one spoke.

Yang Xuan's roar echoed over the school grounds.

"What does it mean to have a will as strong as iron? What does it mean to have a command as strong as a mountain? What does it mean to be united as one? Do you understand?"

"You don't understand anything!"

Yang Xuan pointed at himself, "The training method I taught is the top art of war... What is the art of war?"

The old thief took out a pamphlet and charcoal.

Even Tu Shang closed his eyes and listened intently.

"The best art of war is the method of drill. With a strong army in hand, the opponent can sneak attack, divide his troops, and outflank...The enemy comes from many ways, but I only go from one way."

The amount of information in this passage is too great. The generals are savoring it, and those with high understanding have closed their eyes and are listening intently.

"The so-called art of war refers to various methods devised by subordinates who are not strong enough. To defeat the strong with the weak, this is the art of war, but it is more helpless."
To be continued...