My Three Kingdoms is not right

Yang Xiu shook his head inwardly.

Physical strength, martial arts skills, experience—

The two sides are simply not on the same level.

For the past five days, Liu Xun has personally participated in training the one hundred new recruits.

Yang Xiu also went to see it a few times. It was still the same basic training—lining up, turning, raising guns, and advancing.

Strict, but seemingly unremarkable.

At this moment, she could see the fear on the soldiers' faces, and some of them were even trembling with fear in their wooden spears.

"preparation!"

Liu Xun's voice pierced through the battlefield.

Calm and composed.

The recruits reacted as if by reflex.

The soldiers in the front row pressed the butt of their wooden guns into the loess soil, with the front pointing diagonally forward.

Soldiers in the second and third rows stepped forward, their wooden spears protruding from the shoulders of their comrades in the first row.

The whole process was extremely fast.

Suddenly, a dense thicket of thorns "grew" out from the sparse front of the square formation.

Zhong Xiang was startled.

Unexpectedly, in such a short period of time, these new recruits have been able to form such a dense and orderly gun formation.

But the noble ladies did not sit idly by during these five days.

They prepared countermeasures against their opponents' tactics.

"Beat the drums and change formation!"

Zhong Xiang made a quick decision and ordered the people around him to beat the drum.

The ladies quickly dispersed to both sides according to a pre-arranged plan.

They needed to split their forces to bypass the front of the gun emplacement and launch a flanking attack.

The gun formation was strong in the front, but weak in the sides and rear.

Once they break into the enemy lines, they can overwhelm these new recruits with their individual martial arts skills.

Liu Xun looked at his opponent's tactics and nodded slightly.

These noble ladies were smarter than he had imagined; they weren't just recklessly charging forward.

So he waved his hand, and the messenger beside him blew the horn.

Short first, then long.

---

The formation moved.

The soldiers, with their rifles leveled, marched in orderly steps, divided into three squads—left, center, and right—to cover the flanks of the battle line as they advanced.

One, two, one...

Left, right, left...

Every step was perfectly timed.

Each row is kept on the same horizontal line.

It's like a sophisticated machine.

Form ranks on the spot, then advance in separate groups, maintaining formation.

This is all they've practiced for over half a month.

……

Zhong Xiang stood at the rear of the formation, watching the two sides clash, and the confidence on his face gradually began to waver.

She never imagined that the battle would be like this.

No matter how the noble ladies charged forward, the slowly advancing forest of guns on the opposite side was like a giant millstone—

It came steadily and slowly, rolling in.

This makes it impossible for them to find any weaknesses.

Suddenly, a turning point appeared!

On the left flank of the battle line, Zhao Zhen, along with several of the bravest noble ladies, finally broke through the gap thanks to their exceptional martial arts skills.

They parried the thrusting wooden spears, pressed forward, and plunged into the enemy ranks, striking several opponents with their wooden clubs.

But the next second—

Two spears thrust in from both sides of the gap simultaneously, while soldiers in the rear moved up to fill the gap and block it.

This forced them to retreat, and some even stumbled and fell to the ground.

Zhong Xiang clenched his fists, wishing he could rush up to help. He looked across and saw Liu Xun sitting leisurely behind the formation, elegantly waving his fan.

……

The ladies' stamina was rapidly depleting.

They were used to relying on their individual bravery and fighting alone.

But now, facing this slowly moving wall, all his skills were useless.

Within a few dozen breaths, white dots appeared continuously on the bodies of the noble ladies.

One.

two.

Five.

ten.

……

"I...I've been hit?"

Zhao Zhen looked down at the white ash on her chest, her face filled with disbelief.

She didn't even see who stabbed her.

"Out!"

Mu Qing's voice rang out, devoid of any emotion.

Zhao Zhen stood there blankly, the wooden stick in her hand falling to the ground with a clatter.

Finally, when fewer than ten noble ladies remained, struggling to keep going...

Liu Xun gently raised his hand:

"stop!"

The drumbeats ceased, the hail of bullets stopped.

The outcome is decided.

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The drill ground was deathly silent.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene.

Zhongxiang looked around—

One hundred carefully selected companions were now covered in white ash to varying degrees.

Some looked dejected, while others looked completely bewildered.

And on the other side—

Of those one hundred ordinary soldiers, less than twenty were "displaced".

The "peasants," whom everyone thought were doomed to lose, won.

Yang Xiu suppressed his excitement and announced loudly:

"The competition is over!"

"Your Highness wins!"

A young soldier looked down at the wooden spear in his hand and muttered to himself:

"We...won?"

"We won!" Her companion beside her suddenly realized.

The sound acted as a fuse, igniting cheers from the hundred new recruits in the arena.

They actually defeated those high-and-mighty noble ladies!

Those who are born nobler than them!

The other soldiers watching were also in an uproar.

Cheers swept across the entire training ground like a tidal wave.

Faces that were once filled with inferiority now radiated an unprecedented glow.

"May Your Highness be victorious!!"

On the other side...

The noble ladies stood there, dumbfounded.

His face was filled with bewilderment, resentment, and shock.

Liu Xun then stepped onto the platform.

His gaze swept over the dejected noblewomen, then turned to the cheering soldiers.

Slowly raise your right hand.

The cheers gradually subsided.

Everyone looked at him.

"Today is their victory." Liu Xun pointed to the hundred ordinary soldiers, his voice carrying clearly across the training ground:

"It's a victory of military discipline, command, and teamwork!"

"It was a victory of strict discipline and unity in advance and retreat!"

He turned to the noble ladies:

"Do you still think queue training is useless?"

No one answered.

Zhong Xiang bowed deeply.

The other noble ladies also bowed in unison.

"Alright!" Liu Xun nodded: "In that case, from today onwards, you will be under the command of the Tiger Warriors and integrated into the regular army."

"We eat together, live together, and train together."

"Any negligence will be dealt with according to military law!"

"Yes, sir!" This time, the voices from the entire training ground were perfectly synchronized.

Liu Xun knew that from this moment on, the Imperial Guards could be considered truly rebuilt.

"The entire army will be assessed every ten days. Rewards and punishments will be based on performance rankings." He looked around and added, "As long as I'm in the camp, I will participate in training and be assessed just like you."

On the surface, Liu Xun appeared resolute, but inside he was silently shedding tears.

I don't want to train, I just want to lie down...

But these female soldiers are his most important force, the starting point for him to complete the system's mission and restore the Han Dynasty!

Men, you have to be a little tougher on yourself!

Everyone was stunned.

Yang Xiu wanted to say something, but looking at Liu Xun's determined gaze, he suddenly couldn't say anything.

Liu Xun could also clearly feel that a different kind of brilliance had ignited in the soldiers' gazes as they looked at him.

He secretly felt smug.

Although the goal of "restoring the Han Dynasty" is still far from being achieved, I have already taken the first step.

With a capable guard by the emperor's side, history may have taken a different turn from this moment on.

Liu Xun stepped down from the platform, only to find a young eunuch waiting for him beside Yang Xiu.

"Your Highness, His Majesty has summoned you to the palace for a meeting."

"You must be tired. What's the rush?"

"It seems they're planning to... move the capital."