Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 608 This is the true Qin army formation!
Among the thirty standing, armored soldiers, one stepped forward, then lifted his visor to reveal an aged face.

He was in his fifties, with a face full of wrinkles and graying temples.

"This humble servant, Qian Dayang, served as a cook at the Xuanfengwei team in the third year of the Yuankang era, and retired in the sixth year of the Yuankang era due to an arrow injury."

"This time, when the Marquis conscripted soldiers, I enlisted and am still in the cooks' camp. I'm too old to go to the battlefield, but I still have the strength to stir the ladles for the brothers."

Cook.

Is this what Chen Wu meant by "a three-year veteran"?

"Old Qian really did serve in the army, he wasn't bragging."

Outside the training ground, among the new soldiers watching the battle, some people murmured among themselves.

"Yeah, that guy's really cocky, always bringing up his veteran days. Turns out, he's just a cook." A new recruit grinned.

The expressions on the faces of those people had changed.

“Impossible…” Xu Jiyang whispered.

Chen Wu looked up and his gaze fell on that group of soldiers.

"Lift the armor."

As Chen Wu finished speaking, the remaining twenty-nine soldiers in that group raised their hands and lifted their face shields.

"Wang Dayou from Wangjiazhuang, Sanming County, arrive at the camp ten days from now!" The burly man with a thick beard standing at the forefront shouted.

"Sun Changcun, from Yunhe Town, Yuntang County. I came with Master Zhao." The young man spoke with a hint of nervousness on his face.

"My name is Zhao Pingjiang, the Zhao Yuanwai that Brother Sun mentioned. Brothers, you've been kind to me, and General Chen values ​​me, so he asked me to lead the chants. I was the one giving the orders just now." The middle-aged man, who was rather stout, looked up and forced a smile.

That voice—isn't it the same person who commanded the troops just now?
The soldiers introduced themselves, all of whom came from families of commoners in the surrounding prefectures and counties.

Exclamations of surprise could be heard from time to time around the training ground.

“Master Zhao? I know him, I’m from Yunhe Town too. He’s incredibly stingy, I heard that his family’s farmhands don’t get to sleep until the wee hours.”

"Dujia Village in Shanyang County, isn't that the village next to mine? Hey, that kid really is from the Du family. I saw him last year."

……

Xu Jiyang stood there, looking at the soldiers, his expression shifting from resentment to disappointment, and then to helplessness.

Behind him, the scions of prominent families also wore complex expressions.

Those who defeated them were truly ordinary people.

Chang Gu stood still, looking dejected.

If these common people who have never practiced martial arts can defeat them, what is his ten years of hard-earned martial arts training compared to that?
Not only them, but also those watching from the sidelines, all wore complex expressions.

The common people's eyes were bright, the martial artists looked solemn, and the members of the aristocratic families had a more gloomy expression on their faces.

Today's martial arts competition is not just about winning or losing.

The arrogance of martial arts practitioners and the intimidation brought by their martial prowess were shattered by this martial arts demonstration.

The aloofness of the scions of noble families, the wealth and power accumulated through force, and the class distance were all narrowed by this martial arts competition.

It turns out that the martial world that we dared not face before, and the aristocratic families that we could not reach before, are nothing more than this!

"Zhao Pingjiang, tell me, why were you able to win?" In the training ground, Chen Wu looked at Zhao Yuanwai.

Upon hearing Chen Wu's words, Zhao Yuanwai showed a hint of tension, and his gaze unconsciously swept towards Xu Jiyang and Chang Gu, who were standing not far away.

After hesitating for a moment, he smiled and said, "Young Master Xu and his family scions are good at charging into battle. They have all been practicing martial arts since childhood. However, their charging into battle lacks a bit of ruthlessness."

Lacking in ruthlessness?

Xu Jiyang frowned slightly, but did not refute.

He knew that Master Zhao was right.

Their charge wasn't fierce enough.

What scions of aristocratic families lack is that ruthlessness.

“Young Master Chang’s martial arts skills are even more impressive. He charged into our formation all by himself. However, they were fighting individually…” Master Zhao grinned.

He turned to look at the soldiers beside him, his smile widening.

“We brothers are armored, shields in our hands, and crossbows. Let’s train as the captain instructed.”

Zhao Yuanwai's smile slowly faded as he clenched his fist slightly, a glint of shrewdness appearing in his eyes.

"And one more thing, we brothers want to win."

Want to win?

Who doesn't want to win?

Master Zhao's eyes shone brightly as he spoke loudly, "Captain Chen said that martial arts exercises also count as military merits. If we win this battle, the merits of our brothers will be converted into at least enough for each of us to buy an acre of barren land."

His words made the soldiers around him unconsciously curl up their lips.

They won. In the eastern region, an acre of poor land was worth ten taels of silver.

Outside the stadium, many of the spectators had tears welling up in their eyes.

If you train like this for three days and win a match, you can get ten taels of silver, which can be exchanged for an acre of barren land.
Is this money really that easy to make?
Joining the army and receiving a salary seems like a good path!

Xu Jiyang, Chang Gu, and the others looked up, a hint of confusion flashing in their eyes.

Martial artists in the martial arts world are alright; not all of them come from wealthy families, so they might know that an acre of barren land is worth ten taels of silver.

Those scions of wealthy families didn't even know how much silver a acre of barren land was worth.

All they knew was that they owned thousands of acres of fertile land and mulberry fields covering the mountains.

Are these guys really going to such lengths for just a small plot of land?
“The people of my Great Qin are the most honest and simple…” someone whispered in the Chongwu Hall of the Imperial City.

In the main hall, Emperor Yuankang stood with his hands behind his back, a slight smile on his face.

"Onew, let them see what a real veteran looks like."

On the city wall of Yunming City, the voice of Marquis Qingyang, Zhang Yuan, rang out.

"promise."

On the city wall, Wen Liu, the commander of the Black Knights clad in black armor, bowed and clasped his hands in greeting.

He slowly turned around and looked down at the city.

"Gather——"

The sound shook the world.

"boom--"

Within a radius of ten miles, the weather is constantly changing!
Thirty warhorses galloped forward, their blood surging, stirring up a storm that churned like boiling seawater for miles around.

Below the city, all fell silent for a moment, except for the sound of the warhorses galloping in perfect unison.

Thirty riders arrived at the drill ground. The warhorses stood at attention, their blood and qi flowing together, the crimson color transforming into faint shadows of gray wolves that floated around the soldiers.

This scene left the martial arts practitioners and members of aristocratic families wide-eyed with astonishment.

Qi and blood stagnate in the body!

It is a combination of malevolent energy and martial arts power; when released casually, it can drive people mad.

If an ordinary martial artist were shrouded in this crimson light, he would immediately lose his fighting ability and become disoriented.

In the training ground, Xu Jiyang and Chang Gu were close by, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

Wen Liu rode his horse forward, looking at Chen Wu standing in the center of the scene.

"Captain Chen, are you willing to fight?"

With Wen Liu's cultivation level and the combat strength of his Black Riders, they were naturally incredibly powerful.

Chen Wu's cultivation level is not as high as Wen Liu's, and his soldiers are naturally not comparable to the Black Riders, but he is a direct subordinate of the Marquis of Qingyang.

Chen Wu, Huang Sanliang, and the others were Zhang Yuan's subordinates brought from Luyang Prefecture; they were young and loyal.

Onew's challenge to Chen Wu at this time is to give Chen Wu an opportunity to hone his skills.

"Alright." Chen Wu bowed respectfully, then raised his hand.

Outside the training ground, a group of soldiers dressed in heavy black armor strode quickly towards them.

Despite wearing the same heavy armor, these soldiers moved much faster, were much more orderly, and had a much more imposing presence than Zhao Yuanwai and his men.

I didn't realize it before, but now that I see the comparison, everyone understands what the gap really means.

This time it's a true veteran!

Three hundred soldiers stood in formation. Chen Wu took the large shield handed to him by a soldier, gripped his long sword, and slowly retreated, entering the army formation.

"Mountain--"

Chen Wu's voice pierced the sky.

"Mountain!"

"Mountain!"

"Mountain!"

Three hundred soldiers shouted like a surging tide.

The soldiers, who had formed a square formation, instantly contracted, shifted their feet, and planted their large shields on the ground, forming a layered shield array.

This shield formation is ten thousand times more solid and orderly than the shield formation of the previous thirty recruits!
A chilling aura surged forth, and the shadow of a giant, blood-red Xuanwu tortoise materialized, suppressing the clouds and dust within a radius of ten thousand feet.

Unmoving as a mountain!

This is the true Qin army formation!
(End of this chapter)