Wang Hu walked into Yulin Camp with his head held high and his chest held high. He finally got his wish and became Yulin Lang. He was so happy that he received a new set of clothes and new shoes as soon as he entered the camp. The receptionist said that he would send another set of washes in two days.

A piece of open space in the southwest corner of the camp is a row of three squads of tents, and the recruits are required to slap themselves in the tent. As soon as Wang Hu arrived, he found that the atmosphere was a little wrong. The two were staring at each other, and the distance between the two faces was only one foot.

"What are you looking at?"

"What do you think!"

"Are you unwilling to accept it?"

"What if I don't accept it!"

The boys next to him watched helplessly, with excited red faces on their faces and words "Why aren't you starting to typify" all over their faces.

Wang Hu has always been enthusiastic and willing to solve problems for others. Seeing this, he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Two, we are all brothers in the tent. From now on, we will live in the same tent day and night. What's the matter difficult to say? Do you have to do it?"

A small man grabbed him and said, "Don't worry! The team leader said that there are ten people in each account, and they have to choose one person to grow. They are not convinced by each other and want to compete for this position. They have been watching for half an hour, but they just don't take action, and they are so anxious!"

After hearing this, Wang Hu threw the bag hard to the ground, spitted on his hand, and shouted: "I'm the one! Come on, let's see who is the boss!"

The two of them turned their heads and looked at him together. Wang Hu shook his big fist and asked, "Who will come first? You? Forget it, let's go together!"

The two hesitated for a moment, suddenly stretched out their hands together, held his arm, and shouted diligently: "Boss, why are you here? Let your brother wait so hard!"

"What a long time, are you tired? Take a break quickly and I'll pour you a bowl of water..."

The third song of the Shi leader Wang Hu led the whole class to set up a large tent, tidy up the bed, and place his personal belongings neatly. These are all military discipline regulations. If the chief saw the mess in the tent, he would be punished, and his size would be doubled.

Everyone has to go to the river to take a bath before they can put on their new military uniforms. The river is a mile outside the camp gate, and it looks like dumplings inside, full of eggs from the new Yulin Army. The scene is so spectacular.

After washing his body and changing into new clothes, Wang Hu felt refreshed. He looked at the Yulin Camp and was happy. Although everyone seemed a little busy and busy, the unified clothing and neat and clean living environment made him feel refreshed.

The Taishan Camp where Wang Hu lived from childhood to adulthood never talks about hygiene. It is a super dirty and messy slum. Compared with it, the Yulin Military Camp is really too clean. Wang Hu was very satisfied and felt that this was what a regular military camp should look like.

At the mobilization meeting of the third song, Liu Quchang reiterated the military discipline, explained the training requirements, and finally said: "Liu reminds you that military laws are ruthless. I advise you not to test the law with your own body and put away your wildness. What the Yulin Army needs is warriors who obey orders, not reckless men without rules! Everyone must do their part and not always think about comparing with other songs. As long as we do our own things well, victory will naturally belong to us."

Wang Hu was still a little dizzy when he lay on the bunk at night. He seemed to be dreaming for the past half day. But now, he really needed to close his eyes and dream, but he was so excited that he couldn't sleep.

"Hey, do you know? We Chang Qu is His Majesty's brother."

"No wonder, he looks quite thin and gentle, not like a soldier at all. He thought he was the leader of Qu Chang, so he was like this."

"Shut up and go to bed!" Wang Hu roared, and everyone immediately stopped. After a while, snoring sounds came from the tent.

Early in the morning, Wang Hu was awakened by the rapid drum sound. He jumped up and shouted: "Get up! Get up!"

According to regulations, after the morning drum sounds, the soldiers need to pack up within half a moment and line up in the training ground. Time is very tight, which is enough to get up early to excrete. After a simple washing, Wang Hu almost grabbed the collar and lifted the two guys who were staying in bed, and finally let the entire account appear on time on the training ground.

As soon as we were about to finish the stop, each song started to call. Only then did we realize that the three songs were 40 people late this morning, all of whom were waiting to be punished.

Wang Hu thought it was just a reprimand, but he didn't expect it to be a military stick! Every latecomer took off his pants and received the five military sticks in public. Not to mention five strokes, one stick was swelling, and the butt was swollen. The punished screamed repeatedly, and a child who had just turned fourteen cried and shouted: "Stop hitting, I want to go home, I don't want to be a Yulin Army!"

Qu Chang said calmly: "At this time, you are still Yulin Lang and you will be dealt with by the Yulin Army's military law. When the execution is completed, you can go home."

Two soldiers like wolves and tigers pressed him to the ground, took off his pants, and then he stuck two sticks. The child was so angry that he cried that he couldn't get up on the ground, and was lifted down. He became the first soldier to be eliminated.

All the soldiers who were late were punished. Wang Hu looked at him silently, glad that he was not soft-hearted in the morning, and pulled everyone up and saved his butt.

After being frightened, the soldiers became much more honest and lined up the camp. The group ran across a field and went up the mountain along the path. After a while, someone was panting and stopped to rest. However, after hearing that he would be lazy in the morning and even getting a military stick, he did not dare to stop and forced himself to follow the team.

Up the mountain is commonplace and not difficult for Wang Hu. The difficulty is to take his men well so that all ten soldiers can follow the team. He ran and urged the robes behind him, almost punching and kicking them all the way. After taking a few breaths, he shouted everyone down the mountain, and finally took Quanshi back to the camp with sweat.

Many lazy soldiers were beaten, two of them ran back to the camp early and were punished because they were only concerned about running wildly, but they threw all their soldiers behind them.

"On the battlefield, robe is your back. Leaving the back to the enemy is very dangerous. Never throw away the robe brothers unless it is absolutely necessary." Qu Chang's voice was not high, but his words hit Wang Hu's heart like a hammer.

The soldiers were very tired, but fortunately, there was a literacy class after breakfast, which could restore physical strength. The square characters were also tormenting, but they had to learn it, because this was an important part of the training and assessment.

Wang Hu held a wooden stick in his hand and wrote a big word "man" on the ground. This was the first word he learned in his life. The simple strokes seemed to have come alive at this moment, and he stepped forward crookedly, like a toddler learning to walk.

He, Wang Hu, can write, which is a big deal! From their ancestors to now, there has never been a scholar. He is the first person in the family to write in several generations.

Wang Hu was admiring himself, suddenly someone took the wooden stick from his hand and stretched the short stroke of the character "man". Wang Hu looked up and jumped up and saluted, "I've seen Your Majesty!"

Liu Benzi threw away the wooden stick and said, "A man must be straight. This stroke and stroke are like a person's legs. It must be the same length so that he can stand smoothly. If you have a long leg and a short leg, isn't that a cripple?"

Everyone laughed, and Wang Hu was so excited that he was extremely excited. His Majesty taught him to write, and His Majesty made him joke. His Majesty was really knowledgeable and interesting, without any airs. He was so cute!

The Emperor of Han personally visited the training ground to mobilize the training camp. Standing on the high stage, he looked tall and heroic. It was the first time that many soldiers saw the emperor at such a close distance, and they had a sense of awe from the bottom of their hearts, but with a sense of excitement of eagerness to try. They all wanted to stand out in training and let the emperor see his abilities.

Wang Hu thought the emperor would make a long speech, but he only said a few words: "Brothers, practice hard! Sweat more in training and reduce bleeding on the battlefield. When you practice well, follow me to kill all directions, conquer the world and stave off the Jiuzhou! At that time, you will have as much rice as you want, and you will have as much meat as you want. The beautiful women are rushing to marry you!"

These simple and quite bewitching words made Wang Hu's blood boil and he felt full of strength. He opened his throat and shouted long live with the two thousand soldiers. The training ground was full of excitement.

After a brief excitement, there was a boring queue training all morning. The first day was basically standing in a military posture. The whole battalion was lined up neatly, standing in the sun. Although it was just standing there motionless, it was even more tiring than walking and running.

A soldier joked: "If you go to the battlefield, you don't have to charge, just stand there and scare them to death!" As a result, he was scolded by the instructor and almost got a military stick. After that, the soldiers learned to shut up and dared not talk nonsense anymore, just keep their ears and listen to the orders.

Military stance was not just a casual stand. There were so many words inside. It was not possible to lower your head, hold your chest, collapse your waist, and not tight legs, and the queue was not neat. Wang Hu stood up straight for a long time, sweating for countless years, his neck and waist were sore, and his knees seemed to never bend. Just when he felt that he could no longer bear it, he finally heard the instructor shouting to disband.

The first hour of the afternoon was queue training. The soldiers of the song were arranged in a sequence, and the formation was changed from time to time under the instructor's command. Once someone made a mistake, the instructor raised his hand and whipped it. Those who made serious mistakes would be beaten with military sticks. Everyone was exhausted from training. Several weak soldiers could not withstand the scorching sun and fell to the ground, and were immediately carried down.

Finally, I survived the queue training, followed by weapons and martial arts training. In comparison, soldiers prefer these. Fighting, kicking, and sword dancing are the favorites of most energetic adolescent teenagers. In ancient times, when there was no entertainment life at all, it was the only channel for teenagers to exert hormones.

These teenagers grew up in military camps. They played with swords, guns, sticks and weapons since childhood. When they saw the mountains of swords, guns and guns piled up on the training ground, they couldn't help but try.

Wang Hu stared at the horse-slaying sabre at a glance. It was a double-edged long sword with a handle five feet long and a blade four feet long. He knew it was extremely powerful at first glance. He remembered that the bravest Wang Giant in Taishan Camp used this kind of sword. It is said that Wang Giant could cut off the enemy's people and horses with one sword.

The tall and thin leader Liu Qu stood in front of the team, holding a spear in his hand, and his feet stood back and forth, stabbing hard at the straw man in front of him, and the tip of the gun penetrated out from the straw man's back.

Qu Chang put away his gun and said, "Brothers! From now on, these swords, guns, bows and crossbows will be your hands, and your bodies must not be easily discarded. On the battlefield, there are only two reliable ones: one is the weapons in your hands, and the other is the robes around you."

Weapon training is not the swords that soldiers imagined to fly up and down, but the swords that were slashing and stabbing with all their strength, which was simple and unpretentious, and even monotonous and boring.

Half an afternoon, the spearman stabbed thousands of guns, and the dummy used as a target dispersed; the crossbowman was so tired that he couldn't lift his arms, and the target had been shot to pieces; Wang Hu also practiced a simple chop countless times. It was not until he was so tired that he could no longer raise his knife that he received the order to disband.
Chapter completed!