Can I get to the other side?.

Chapter 383: Ming Guang Armor! Da Mo Dao!

Jizhou, outside Yecheng.

Although it is late autumn, it is also the time when the autumn heat is showing its power, and the scorching sun is no weaker than that in summer.

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, and at this moment in the wilderness outside Yecheng, groups of soldiers were running under the scorching sun.

These soldiers are all newly recruited soldiers.

In order to improve their physical fitness, wearing armor and carrying weights for cross-country running is a training activity that they have to do every now and then.

Every soldier was sweating profusely, and every face had an expression of fatigue that could not be concealed, but these soldiers still maintained their formation, without any disorder, and no one fell behind.

At the end of the first team.

A soldier was running with a pale face. Sweat had soaked his armor all over his body and his steps became weak.

"No, I can't hold on any longer..."

The soldier's legs went limp and he fell down, lying on his back on the ground gasping for breath.

As he fell behind, the entire team of 100 people stopped together - this is the rule of cross-country training.

During the cross-country training, if one soldier falls behind, the entire team must stop moving forward and wait for the lagging soldier to catch up, even if he has to be carried by his comrades.

This is not necessary in formal combat, but it is necessary in training. The purpose of doing so is to cultivate the integrity of the army.

"What's wrong? Who's fallen behind?!"

The centurion in charge turned around and shouted.

A soldier answered loudly, "It's Wang Er! He is weak and the weather is hot today. He has sha and can't run anymore."

Sha is heatstroke, which is not uncommon during training. Basically, all soldiers who have participated in training have experienced it.

It has been more than a month since they were recruited into the army, yet they are still falling behind. This is really unacceptable.

You should know that the daily meals in the army are not bad. They contain salt and oil. After joining the army, most of the soldiers have become much stronger.

"Find two people to carry him and keep running!"

The centurion waved his hand and said without hesitation: "Our three teams are at the front for the first time today!"

"As long as you get back to the training ground first and win first place, you'll have meat for dinner tonight! No one should hold me back at this time!"

The soldier was embarrassed when he heard this and said, "But Wang Er has fainted..."

Just as the centurion was about to speak, another group of soldiers chased after them and stopped when passing by them.

"Your team three is not good enough. It looks like our team seven will take first place again today. Hahaha!"

The leading centurion from Team 7 laughed at the centurions from Team 3, then shouted to the team behind him: "Everyone, work harder! Complete today's training in one go!"

"it is good--!"

Hundreds of soldiers responded in unison, then reorganized their formation, passed the three teams and continued their march.

The soldiers of Team Three watched Team Seven run past them, feeling very aggrieved.

“It’s not easy to get first place once, but it’s gone again!”

"I want to eat meat tonight..."

"Ah, it's our bad luck."

"Wang Er is such a waste."

The soldiers couldn't help but grumble in low voices. Although the army would provide them with meat from time to time, the teams with good training results would get extra meat.

No one would complain about eating too much meat.

The centurion of the third team suddenly looked gloomy when he heard this, and cursed with a dark face: "Who said that just now! Get out here!"

The soldiers who spoke were shocked when they heard the words, but seeing that everyone around them was looking at them, they had no choice but to stand up.

The centurions of the three teams went up to them without hesitation and slapped each of them, cursing, "Who is more important, number one or your comrades around you?"

"We are all in the same team. We are comrades who share life and death on the battlefield! Have you forgotten what General Zhang taught us?"

"If you don't take the lives of your comrades seriously during training, how can you cooperate with each other and fight the enemy on the battlefield?!"

"What a bunch of idiots! Don't let me hear such words again! Otherwise, slap yourself in the face!"

The words of the centurions of the three teams made the soldiers who spoke blush with shame, and they wished they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

At this time, Wang Er, who had been in a coma, slowly woke up. When he heard the centurion's words, he was immediately moved.

"I, I can still hold on..."

Wang Er gritted his teeth and stood up. Although his face was pale and he looked a little weak, his eyes were very determined.

The centurion of the third team looked at him for a while, then patted him on the shoulder and praised: "Good boy, this is a real man of our Han Dynasty!"

After saying this, he returned to the front of the team to lead the team.

The soldiers who were scolded by him took the initiative to run to Wang Er and supported him to keep up with the team and continue marching.

Wang Er gave them a grateful look.

Then I gritted my teeth and insisted on keeping up with the team.

Not long after the third team continued to move forward, they actually discovered the seventh team jogging in front.

"Oh, you finally caught up. It's worth our wait. Are your people okay?"

The centurion of team seven grinned at the centurion of team three.

The latter was stunned for a moment, then cursed with a straight face: "What the hell! Who asked you to wait? Our three teams are all a bunch of tough guys!"

The centurion of Team 7 raised an eyebrow and asked, "What about Bibi?"

The centurion of the third team snorted coldly: "Let's compete. Whoever is afraid is the one who was raised by a slave!"

So the two teams continued their march.

And further behind them, there was another team marching relentlessly through the wilderness.

……

On top of the gate tower of Yecheng.

Liu Xie took in the entire scene of the army marching outside the city and nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, Wen Yuan's ability to train soldiers is indeed outstanding."

He once discussed the method of training troops with Zhang He. Although it was eventually proved that it was not feasible in that era, it somehow reached Zhang Liao's ears.

Zhang Liao even came to him specially to ask for advice, so he told him everything he knew, and emphasized the military management concepts of later generations.

For example, cultivating discipline, collective honor, obedience and so on.

These are very important for the military both in ancient times and in modern times. Although the ancients had this concept, they did not summarize it so well.

After he finished speaking, Zhang Liao suddenly understood.

So he developed a unique training method and reward and punishment system based on his theories, which achieved quite good results. At the beginning, all the soldiers fought for rewards, but later they gradually worked hard to win.

Not for the individual, but for the honor of the entire team.

Even the soldiers themselves did not realize that they attached more and more importance to the overall honor and increasingly regarded themselves as part of the whole.

Although this transformation is slow, it is truly subtly changing the mentality of every soldier, making them unconsciously accept this sense of collective honor, discipline, and obedience.

"Your Majesty is so complimentary."

Zhang Liao bowed and said modestly: "My ability is not even a fraction of yours, and it is all thanks to your guidance."

His words were half flattery and half sincerity. The emperor's vision and ideas were indeed very unique, and they were a great inspiration to his military management and training.

He had never thought before that it was so easy to build an army that obeyed orders.

"I don't have the ability to train soldiers."

Liu Xie shook his head and said self-deprecatingly: "Let alone an army of 10,000, even if you gave me 100 men to train, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to train them well."

"You, Wenyuan, Lord Wen, and General Junyi are better at this."

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Zhang Liao laughed and said, "Your Majesty, this is wrong. We are generals, and the more soldiers a general leads, the better."

"But Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, the Emperor. You can lead us generals just like we lead soldiers. No matter how many there are, you can use them freely."

"Your Majesty is the most powerful one."

This flattery was very natural. Liu Xie pointed at him and scolded him with a smile: "You sly fellow, I can see that you often drink with Wen He."

"This flattery skill is getting better and better."

Although Jia Xu was a civil servant, he had served in the army for a long time. Therefore, he got along well with both civil and military officials in the court and was very good at dealing with people.

Zhang Liao scratched his head and chuckled.

As Liu Xie walked down the city gate tower, he asked, "I heard that you have selected two thousand soldiers who meet the standards of the Mo Dao Army. Where are they now?"

"Zhen's company just happened to have created 2,500 sets of weapons and equipment, so let them give it a try."

The soldiers of the Modao Army were selected from the armies of Lu Bu, Huang Zhong and Zhang Liao. After all, apart from Zhang He who was guarding Bingzhou, there were only three of them leading an army alone.

The rest, such as the Huben Army and the Yulin Army, were the emperor's direct guards and could not be moved without authorization, so they were excluded from the selection.

Lu Bu and Zhang Liao each selected two thousand men, and Huang Zhong was responsible for selecting one thousand men. This was the task assigned by Liu Xie.

Zhang Liao answered truthfully: "Your Majesty, they are in the military camp. Please ask Your Majesty to move to the camp for inspection."

So Liu Xie rode on the dragon chariot and followed Zhang Liao to the military camp.

As soon as he entered the parade ground in the military camp, Liu Xie found that many soldiers were fighting in groups of three or four in the parade ground.

Each of these soldiers is over eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and strong waists, and looks strong and healthy.

At the moment, they have heavy sandbags tied to their arms, waists and thighs, and are practicing with heavy shields and hammers in their hands.

There are no fancy moves, just the simplest slashing, stabbing, blocking and counterattacking, etc.

Although simple, each move and each form is powerful and accompanied by a whistling sound, which makes people scared just by watching.

The most surprising thing is that even with so much weight on their bodies, their movements are still very agile, as if nothing happened.

"What are they doing?"

Seeing this scene, even Liu Xie's eyes jumped suddenly, and he felt like he had come to some hellish training camp.

"Your Majesty, they are in training."

Zhang Liao smiled, pointed at the soldiers and said, "I will order them to carry a heavy load and chop 500 times and run 5 miles with a heavy load every day to strengthen their bodies."

"Of course, the food supply they were given was the best in the entire army, with meat every day, so they trained very hard."

After hearing this, Liu Xie was speechless for a moment.

To be honest, this kind of training intensity is already very terrifying in this era, mainly because it consumes a lot of food.

However, if you want to form a Modao army that can dominate the battlefield, good food is the most basic requirement. If you are not full, you will not be able to lift a Modao weighing twenty kilograms.

"Wenyuan, how did you select these soldiers?"

Liu Xie suddenly thought of this question, and he was somewhat curious about how Zhang Liao selected these people.

Zhang Liao did not hide it and said frankly: "They are selected from the elite troops under my command."

"According to your majesty's requirements, first of all, we need someone who is over seven to eight feet tall and has outstanding arm strength that can shoot a 300-jin bow."

"The second is to follow the standards of Wu Qi's training of Wei Wuzu during the Spring and Autumn Period. Those who hold a spear, carry 20 long arrows and a hard bow, and carry three days of military food, so that they can immediately engage in fierce battles after marching a hundred miles, can be called Wuzu."

"I have adopted these two criteria to select soldiers for the Mo Dao Army. All the soldiers you see before your Majesty are elite warriors who have passed the selection!"

As Zhang Liao spoke, his eyes were filled with heartache and reluctance.

The two thousand men in front of him were the most elite group under his command, including centurions and even a general of a thousand men!

Sending all these people into the Modao Army can be said to have drained a lot of the elite troops under his command.

"I see……"

Liu Xie suddenly realized. After listening to Zhang Liao's words, he could probably confirm that these quasi-Modao soldiers were basically the same as the special forces of later generations. It can be seen that Zhang Liao did put a lot of thought into it.

Thinking of this, Liu Xie dispelled the last bit of worry in his heart and sent people to bring over more than 2,000 sets of exclusive weapons and equipment for the Modao Army.

When two thousand sets of brand new armor and Mo Dao were placed on the parade ground, the attention of all the soldiers in the parade ground was attracted.

"This armor looks very sturdy. It feels like the kind of armor that only a centurion can wear."

"Don't talk nonsense. I am a centurion, and my armor is not that sophisticated."

"What kind of sword is that next to the armor? How come I have never seen such a weapon before? It has a very strange shape."

"Tsk tsk, it looks very sharp at first glance!"

"Are these equipments not for us to use?"

"Look! Isn't that His Majesty?"

"What? His Majesty is here? Where? Where?!"

……

After many soldiers stopped training, they were attracted by the weapons and equipment and also noticed Liu Xie's arrival.

Liu Xie was traveling in casual clothes today, without any ceremonial guards or entourage, so he did not attract much attention when he first entered the training ground.

But when he stood on the reviewing platform, the soldiers in the parade ground noticed him and became extremely excited.

"This is... the equipment of the Mo Dao Army?"

At this time, Zhang Liao's face was dull, his eyes fixed on the glittering rows of armor and weapons. The shock in his heart was difficult to express in words.

This weapon is more terrifying than he imagined!
How terrifying would it be if these warriors he selected were put on armor and took up Mo Dao?
(End of this chapter)