The fiercest soldier of the border army

The sound of the pickaxe hitting the ground drew everyone's attention.

Tang Shun turned his head and saw that Liu Laosi's face was flushed red. He couldn't help but take two steps forward and asked, "Captain Tang, can this wall really be erected?"

He asked, trembling, "Our wives and children, can they all hide here?"

This statement seems to represent the sentiments of the townspeople.

They all looked at Tang Shun with eager eyes and high expectations.

Clearly, when faced with the life and death of their entire family, working became a minor matter.

Tang Shun knew that their anger had turned into fear.

This time, it was fear of the Xiongnu.

With just a little guidance, they can be used to his advantage!

Tang Shun gave an affirmative answer, nodding emphatically, "Yes!"

"Once the wall is erected, the Xiongnu will never be able to get in!"

Tang Shun paused, then sighed heavily.

The townspeople felt a sudden tightness in their chests, as if their hearts had skipped a beat.

What is the meaning of the sigh?

"We dig soil, move stones, and build walls here, all in the final analysis, in order to survive."

"Signing a contract of servitude doesn't mean you're actually selling yourself."

"You all have your own wives and children, and you will all be able to live inside these walls in the future. As long as the walls don't fall, no one can drive you out."

"We soldiers will all leave sooner or later, but this wall will always protect you."

"However, we were indeed expendable pawns, sold into servitude, and no one is pursuing the matter."

"If you want to go back to town, then go back."

Tang Shun looked at Wei Zong and said, "Burn them all."

Wei Zong and the others' expressions changed drastically. They wanted to say something, but faced with Tang Shun's sharp gaze, they could only throw the cards into the fire one by one under the watchful eyes of everyone.

A gust of wind blew by, and the ashes swayed in the wind.

At the same time, the wind lifted half of Tang Shun's robe, and a strand of hair fluttered in disarray.

It added a touch of desolation.

That was helplessness, that was exhaustion.

Many townspeople looked ashamed.

The squad leader before him was struggling to survive, caught in the machinations of both the captain and the supervisor.

He could have led his soldiers, dug up the silver from the ground, and made a carefree escape, but to protect the people, he chose the most difficult path—building a wall.

On the other hand, these local people, who came to work without knowing what was going on, secretly buried silver in the middle of the night, and the team leader only made them sell themselves into servitude for a month.

The purpose of their work was actually to protect the people of Xiushui Town!

Just moments ago, they were still resentful of the team leader and wanted to launch a sudden attack.

This young man with slightly dark skin has already carried far too much on his shoulders.

"Damn it, Captain Tang, tell me, what's the fastest way to get it up and running?"

"We're not resting, let's go!"

Then someone raised their fist and shouted.

"That's right, leaving means certain death, so it's better to build a wall here and keep the barbarians out."

Others chimed in.

"Yes, Captain Tang even tore up his contract of indenture. Don't let him think that we men from Xiushui can't take a joke!"

"Dry!"

Gradually, the sparks began to spread like wildfire, from one or two, to ten, and then a hundred.

The townspeople were full of fighting spirit and determined to build a city.

Public support is valuable!

Tang Shun was deeply moved and forced out a few tears. "Fellow villagers, since that's the case, let's focus on building the wall."

"This canyon will become our lifeline."

"But there's one thing."

"You still can't go back until the wall is erected. The reason is simple: you might be able to get into Xiushui Town, but you won't be able to get out."

After he finished speaking, there was a long silence.

We still can't go back?

"Let's do it!" Liu Laosi shouted, leading the charge. "If we can't go back, we can't go back. There'll be plenty of time to go back once the wall is up!"

With him taking the lead, many people followed suit.

"In that case, let's begin. Let's speed up the process according to the previous division of labor."

Tang Shun nodded repeatedly.

The townspeople shouted and sang in their obscure and desolate local dialect, throwing themselves into the construction of the city with great enthusiasm.

Efficiency is much higher than before!

Tang Shun took a deep breath.

Before erecting a wall, erect a heart first.

At this moment, with everyone united and the people's hearts set on it, the city wall will surely stand tall and become an insurmountable barrier for the Xiongnu barbarians.

However, the fact that the people voluntarily built the wall does not mean that they can rest easy.

The Hun's scimitars still hung overhead, ready to fall at any moment.

Tang Shun looked at the equally enthusiastic soldiers present, found a rock to sit on, crossed his legs to find a comfortable position, and said softly:

"As the team leader, I have never trained you to this day."

"But it is only natural for soldiers to be fed, trained, and ready for war."

"Especially now, as a great battle is about to begin."

"Start training from now on." Tang Shun pondered the details of physical training in his previous life, knowing that it was not easy to go from a novice to a strong soldier in a day.

A soldier's peak years are between sixteen and twenty-two years old; as they age, their physical abilities gradually decline.

These soldiers were mostly between twenty-five and thirty years old, sallow-faced and emaciated, with extremely poor basic skills. It would be as difficult as climbing to heaven for them to master the art of killing enemies in a short period of time.

Tang Shun continued:

"Practice leg strength, arm strength, and waist and abdomen in the morning and afternoon, and add two more hours of training every morning."

There are twenty-four of you in total.

"Four squad leaders, each with six men, obey the orders of their squad leaders."

"What they mean is what I mean."

"As for the training method, no swords or bows are used, only long spears are used. Three people per group practice only thrusting and then withdrawing."

Whether it's slashing with a knife, cutting with a sword, or shooting with a bow, it all requires extremely high skill and strong physical strength.

Since none of these conditions are met now, we can only abandon swords and adopt the simplest method.

In siege warfare, the thrusting of long spears can compensate for the disadvantage of having fewer men to the greatest extent.

The three-person team participated in the study of the most valuable combat experience of the People's Liberation Army in later generations.

Many people believe that the Korean War was fought using human wave tactics, but that is not actually the case.

Faced with the airplanes and cannons of the Industrial Revolution, no matter how many people there are, they can't outnumber the bullets of the Americans.

The real force comes from the three-person combat team.

Zhu Hang stood alone outside the queue, frowning as he asked, "Three people per group? What's the use of that?"

"If we really go into battle and the enemy cavalry charges, can three spears really stop them? We need to practice sword formations and volley fire!"

Tang Shun didn't answer him, but looked at Cheng Feng and said, "You lead one group, and Wei Zong leads the other group. Perform it for him."

These past few days, I've been chatting with Cheng Weiliang and the other two, and we've already come up with some ideas in our minds.

Cheng Feng grinned, picked up a wooden pole, and went up.

Wei Zong quickly separated two people, and the three of them formed a triangle, one in front and two behind.

Cheng Feng charged forward with his cue, but the opponent blocked his shot. He immediately slashed from both sides, one cue barely touching the opponent's throat, and the other sweeping across the opponent's lower body.

The movements were clean and swift, and Cheng Feng stumbled, almost falling over.

"Again," Tang Shun said.

This time, Wei Zong led the attack while Cheng Feng defended.

The three worked together more closely, with the first one feigning a retreat while the other two flanked him, aiming the pole directly at his waist and ribs.

Cheng Feng was overwhelmed and eventually forced out of the circle.

Zhu Hang remained silent.

Tang Shun stood up, meeting the puzzled gazes of the group, and said, "You must be wondering why we split into three people."

"Fighting is about teamwork, and it's about killing barbarians."

"It's better for three people to live than for one person to die."

"Three people form one group, which can be split up or combined, and can both defend and pursue."

"From now on, the three of us will advance and retreat together, fight and reward each other."

"If one person makes a mistake, the entire team will be punished; if one person is injured, the entire team will take turns caring for them."

Tang Shun stood on the high ground again. "From now on, training will be a regular occurrence. The people helped us build the city, and we must defend it!"

Night gradually fell.

The young man standing on the mound of earth exuded an aura of boundless power, inspiring a sense of awe and submission in the soldiers present.