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Liu Sanshui has been in a good mood these days.

The new recruits under his command were very hard-working and eventually passed the assessment and became a member of the Shence Army.

This means that they have eaten imperial grain and no longer have to worry about starvation and freezing.

Of course, the entry into the Shence Army is just the beginning, and the subsequent training will be even more difficult. Not only will there be a lot of array training every day, but there will also be team-torn exercises.

Because each battalion of the Shence Army uses squads as the basic unit in actual combat, being familiar with every guitar in the team is what the recruits must do.

Liu Sanshui passed on his experience to the recruits without reservation, so that they could avoid detours as much as possible.

"Zhu Wenbin!"

"arrive!"

Liu Sanshui walked up to a thin new recruit and snatched the spear in his hand: "As a spearman, a spear is your life. I snatched the spear so easily, are you stunned? If this were on the battlefield, you would have died long ago!"

"Black, mark..."

Zhu Wenbin's face turned red with anxiety, but he stuttered and said unscrupulous words.

"Okay, let's see how I use the gun!"

Liu Sanshui walked to a scarecrow not far away with a spear and took a deep breath.

"Our Shence Army's spear pistol technique has only one style, that is, sting! Of course, there will be different evolutions specifically, such as left sting, right sting, upper sting, lower sting. Look carefully!"

Liu Sanshui held the gun tightly and stabbed the scarecrow's chest and abdomen hard, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

But with a muffled sound, there was an extra hole in the scarecrow's chest.

The recruits, including Zhu Wenbin, were stunned.

The action was too fast, and they didn't even see clearly, and the spear pierced the scarecrow.

"The use of a spear is to be steady, accurate, and requires one shot to severely damage the enemy."

Liu Sanshui pulled out the spear from the scarecrow and gave Zhu Wenbin a wink: "You try again."

Zhu Wenbin carefully took the spear from Liu Sanshui, and clenched the gun rod as if it were, stabbed the scarecrow.

"No, it's too slow."

Liu Sanshui shook his head: "The enemy on the battlefield is not a wooden stake. You stabbed so slowly, he would have dodged."

Zhu Wenbin quickly pulled out his spear, took a few steps back and wanted to stab again.

"Slow down. I'll teach you a way. You can try it."

Liu Sanshui swallowed and spitted: "Imagine the enemy in front of you as the person you hate the most. Pour all your anger into it."

"The person who hates the most?"

Zhu Wenbin was stunned for a moment, and then an image of a ferocious spirit appeared in his mind.

Zhu Wenbin is from Huizhou. His parents died early. He worked in an ink-making workshop in Huizhou since he was fourteen years old.

The guys in this workshop are all long-term workers and live in the workshop on weekdays.

There are supervisors in the ink making workshops, and they supervise their workmanship to prevent them from being lazy.

Boss He is the head of the head, the most fierce. He always holds a whip in his hand, and when he sees someone moves a little slower, he will thrust his head and thrust it.

Zhu Wenbin was beaten a lot and had a lot of whip marks on his body.

In the end, Zhu Wenbin couldn't stand this humiliating life and ran away with a good friend Wang Ergou while the supervisor was not paying attention.

Later, Wang Ergou was caught by the supervisor of the workshop, and Zhu Wenbin ran all the way before escaping from heaven.

He didn't dare to stay in Huizhou anymore, so he gritted his teeth and went to Nanjing.

He had a distant cousin in Nanjing and wanted to go and join him.

But after arriving in Nanjing, I found that this distant cousin had died of illness.

My cousin's aunt has remarried, so it is naturally impossible for him to take Zhu Wenbin in.

Zhu Wenbin's hope failed and his heart was filled with despair.

Are you really going to become a beggar on the street?

No, even if he starves to death, don’t be a beggar!

At this moment, he saw someone posting a notice on the street. After an announcement from a military man, he realized that it was the Shence Army that was about to expand its army and needed to recruit a new group of new recruits.

Do you want to join the army?

Zhu Wenbin was a little hesitant at the time. In chaotic times, the risk of joining the army was extremely high, and maybe one day I would not see the rising sun.

But the benefits of being a soldier are also very obvious. Take the Shen Ce Army as an example. Once you are selected as a war soldier, you can get two taels of silver per month. Even the auxiliary soldier will have one tael of silver per month.

And you can have a full meal every time, and even meat and vegetables.

This temptation is too great to refuse.

In the end, Zhu Wenbin decided to sign up for the army. He thought that Shen Ce Army was the personal army of the emperor, so should he go to the front line to fight often, right?

But after entering the Shence Army, he realized that he was wrong. Although the Shence Army was the personal army of the emperor, he would still go to the front line to kill the Tartars.

But now they have not trained properly and are not yet on the battlefield to kill the enemy.

There was no turning back when he opened the bow, and even if Zhu Wenbin wanted to go back on his word, he would have no chance.

The military camp is not as good as the Huimo workshop. If you escape and are caught, it will not be a whip, but a head-cutting thing.

Moreover, the treatment of Shence Army was indeed very good, so Zhu Wenbin made up his mind to stay with Shence Army and make a personal appearance.

"Boss He, I'll kill you!"

Zhu Wenbin imagined the scarecrow in front of him as Boss He, and shouted angrily and stabbed him with a gun.

This time his movements were obviously much faster, and the spear pierced the scarecrow's chest neatly.

Liu Sanshui, who was beside him, nodded with satisfaction, thinking that this kid has a talent and is a crafty material.

For some reason, from the first moment he saw Zhu Wenbin, Liu Sanshui saw his shadow in him.

When he first entered the military camp, he was as cowardly and confused as Zhu Wenbin. But gradually he adapted and his personality became more resolute.

The military camp is indeed a good place to temper people. Liu Sanshui believes that as long as Zhu Wenbin persists, he will become a man made of cast iron in no time.

"You've stabbed this time very well."

Liu Sanshui patted Zhu Wenbin on the shoulder and smiled: "Continue to practice like this!"

On the other side of the school ground, the musketeer was practicing three-stage strikes.

The latest batch of bird guns manufactured by the Ministry of Works have been equipped with the Shence Army, and there are very few explosions, which makes the soldiers very happy.

"put!"

At Wang Fugui's order, the soldiers in the first row lit the bullets of the fuse, but with a bang, there was a blue smoke coming out of the guns of dozens of bird guns, and most of the scarecrows fifty steps away were shot through the big hole.

There are also a small number of off-target people, most of which are the soldiers' own problems.

"After the first row retreats to the third row! The second row reaches to the first row, and the third row reaches to the second row."

Wang Fugui ordered in a deep voice.

At this time, the soldiers of the Shence Army in the second row had loaded their ammunition and walked to the front row to head the flat bird gun and aimed at the scarecrow fifty steps away.

"put!"

With another order, the bird guns fired volleys. This time the effect was better, only one person was off the target.

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Chapter completed!