Reborn Regent of Ming Dynasty

These old and young men in the capital all looked at the formed army in front of them with strange and complicated eyes!

The rain was pouring down, but these guest troops from Shandong were cast like steel, horizontally and vertically, and neatly lined up. The entire army seemed to be a whole, a cold, cold, and solid whole.

When I was eating in this army just now, some officers and soldiers were still chatting and laughing with these people in the capital, telling some jokes that fit the occasion, and everyone didn’t think there was anything wrong. All of them held their heads up to the sky, and the air was filled with an aura of fusion of iron and blood, which was enough to make these ordinary people stand in awe and shy away!

This is the temperament of a strong army!

This is a team that has been hammered and trained in the iron and blood for a year, beheading thousands of levels, and almost every veteran has a life, and it is not a good killing, but a knife on the battlefield, and finally wins by beheading the enemy. Behead! [

This is a proud army, this is an army that cherishes medals, and regards honor as its life. Of course, this is also an army with a backbone. They regard Zhang Shouren's movements as everything, and Zhang Shouren's orders as their life. One click, even if there is a big mountain in front, then, as long as the military order is issued, the mountain will be split!

A mature and strong army is like this, and it should be like this!

"My lord is now going to the Ministry of War to report the battle results. The current military order has been issued, ordering us to take the captives and their heads and take care of them, and send them to the Ministry of War hall. There must be no mistakes!"

Zhang Shiqiang looked at everyone, Gao Gao's body was as tall and tall as a mountain at this time, and it was the first time that many people realized that the Chinese military officer was so strong and arrogant!

"Distribute the heads!"

"Except for the first sentinel guarding the prisoners, the rest are not allowed to carry weapons!"

"Whistle column, move forward!"

The scene in front of me, many years later, the Beijing men who were present still talked about it with great interest, and chewed the details again and again, with endless aftertaste.Half an hour ago, I was chatting and laughing with them. Although the order was in good order, many people praised it as "remarkable" or said "it looks like a strong soldier", but this strong army did not show its due So many people still regard them as ordinary soldiers. When they approached them to joke or give gifts, they were very calm in their hearts and did not show any strange emotions.

By the time these Fushan soldiers finished their formation, they had already exposed their fangs, causing many people to be amazed and afraid. The crowd who were around them just now, telling jokes in the rain and watching the excitement, immediately retreated and retreated in this dangerous atmosphere , The army in front of me is no longer the harmless junior soldier just now, its danger and bloody taste, even those who have never been on the battlefield, can clearly perceive it.

And when the Fushan officers put on a serious face, they took off oilcloth packages from a few small carts, opened them in public, and saw bald heads with only a bunch of braids on the back of their heads. The death patterns are different, there is a bowl-sized scar on the neck, the bright red flesh color has turned purple-black, people's eyes are opened and closed, and most of them are grinning, no matter how courageous Beijing men are, this time Shi is also in a hurry to retreat!

This scene, even if I have a nightmare, I can't imagine it!

And looking at those Fushan soldiers, wiping their greasy mouths while holding those extremely ugly heads in their arms, even with pieces of meat slipping from their necks, the people who just enthusiastically gave the sauce Among them, there are quite a few who couldn't bear to vomit... It's too intrusive!