According to the current conditions, Li Zicheng naturally can't replace the soldiers with spears, but it doesn't matter, as long as the coordinated training is good, when it comes to the battlefield against the enemy, the soldiers are no longer afraid of the Mongols, and they can kill the enemy, it is nothing more than the level of efficiency.

From Liu Yunshui's hundred households, these newly recruited soldiers felt an invisible murderous aura, and Li Zicheng had a gloomy face, most of the soldiers cheered up and gave up the previous lazy habits.

After Li Zicheng explained the essentials of coordinated operations, he asked the officers to start training with the soldiers.

These five officers all wanted to make a good impression in front of Li Zicheng's new boss, but they worked quite hard, and their shouting voices were also very loud, but the soldiers were not strong, although they were uniform in their movements, but the soldiers looked weak, and the speed of assassination was also very slow, compared with Liu Yunshui's soldiers, it was obviously not at the same level.

Liang Wencheng had to shake his head and smile bitterly on the side.

Li Zicheng frowned, if such a soldier faced the Mongol cavalry, in addition to fleeing, he would be sent to death, they seemed to have been discussed, and they obviously did not contribute to the work, not only was the speed slow, but even the shouting of killing had no deterrent effect.

"Dangchang!" A soldier's mind wandered, he didn't know what to think, the short knife in his hand was unstable, and when he turned around, he suddenly fell to the ground, he suddenly came to his senses, and quickly bent down to pick up the short knife, but the soldier of this small flag stopped his movements.

"Stop!" Li Zicheng shouted, it was someone who sent a pillow when he was dozing, I'm sorry, brother, I hope your head can make the brothers wake up, and your blood can arouse the blood of the brothers.

The audience was silent, all eyes were looking at Li Zicheng, and Liang Wencheng was also quietly watching Li Zicheng.

Li Zicheng directly ignored all his gazes and shouted: "The two armies are fighting, and the blades are out of their hands, how can they come back alive?" The soldier knew that he had made a mistake, and he was a little embarrassed under the gaze of everyone, and his face was flushed, "I'm sorry, my lord, my subordinates will never ...... again."

"Battlefield against the enemy, the enemy will forgive you for your mistakes?" Li Zicheng didn't wait for him to finish, and he broke off again, "Because of your mistakes, it may affect the whole army, that small flag just now, because of you, you had to stop the knife and gun in your hand, disrupting the rhythm of training, if you are on the battlefield, can you bear this kind of responsibility at least?" ”

"My lord......" The soldier saw that Li Zicheng was getting more and more severe, and it was difficult to exempt him from punishment, "The subordinates know their mistakes, and the subordinates are willing to be punished!" ”

"It's good to know your mistakes, come on!"

The soldier standing behind Li Zicheng immediately ran out of the two of them, one on the left and one on the right, and set up the unlucky soldier.

"Drag it down, slash!"

"Yes!" The voices of the two soldiers were so loud that they could be heard almost by the entire audience.

The soldier knew that it was powerful, and struggled to kneel in front of Li Zicheng, "My lord, my subordinates know that I am wrong, please ask my subordinates to give them a chance!" ”

"Opportunity? On the battlefield, because of your mistakes, how many brothers will lose their lives? Li Zicheng shouted to the soldiers who carried it out: "Don't do it yet? ”

Liang Wencheng was stunned for a while, and when he heard this, he came to his senses, "Li Qianhu? ”

"Lord Liang......" Li Zicheng turned to look at Liang Wencheng, and after only saying three words, he stopped talking.

"Li Qianhu, please!" Liang Wencheng thought of his promise, made a gesture of invitation, and retreated back to watch.

"Execute!" Li Zicheng's voice, like a wave, ironed through the heart of every soldier.

"My lord, spare your life! My lord, I am gracious......"

The soldier who made the mistake knew that the problem was serious, and he could not help but cry, but before the tears could reach the corners of his mouth, he was dragged to the corner of the training ground and pressed to the ground.

"Click!" The blades are sharp into the bones, the blood is rushing to the sky, and the leaves at the corners seem to have been dyed with red paint.

Seeing this scene in the training ground, some timid soldiers couldn't help grinning, turning their faces, turning their backs and not daring to look at it, although it was only a short moment, but the blood that was flowing was so real.

"Really killed?"

"Is this Li Qianhu really able to do it?"

"Damn, it's even more cruel than the Mongols!"

……

These discussions could only be kept in the heart, and the whole training ground was as quiet as a night when no one existed, only the breeze gently brushed the soldiers' cheeks, soothing their wounded hearts, and although the dagger did not fall on their necks, they were also frightened.

"Li Qianhu, you ......" Liang Wencheng frowned, as if he was dissatisfied.

"Lord Liang, Ci is not in charge of the troops." Li Ziman didn't care, if he hadn't set an example for the monkeys, who knew what these soldiers would be trained into, he would only have a few days.

"What a mercy is not in charge!" Liang Wencheng snorted softly.

"Lord Liang, if you kill a soldier in the training ground, at least ten fewer soldiers will die on the battlefield......"

"Li Qianhu, Lord Ben is a little unwell, so I'll go back to the camp first." Liang Wencheng arched his hand and turned his head.

"Slow down, adults," Li Zicheng turned around and shouted at the training ground, "Keep practicing!" ”

The training ground suddenly regained its vitality, the shouts of killing increased significantly, and the voices of the officers filled the audience, the incident just now was just an episode, and the soldiers did not have time to think and discuss, and do what was in front of them, lest they become the next ghost under the knife.

Throughout the morning, Li Zicheng killed four soldiers, all of whom were new recruits.

At lunchtime, the firefighters had already stewed the mutton to a pulp, and they could smell the aroma of meat from a distance, and the soldiers sniffed one after another, "What a fragrant mutton!" ”

"Is there really lamb? I haven't smelled the smell of meat in March! One soldier took off his wet shirt, slung it over his shoulder, and ran shirtless toward the dining room.

The soldiers who had just left the training ground were dejected, and they suddenly smiled, and the depression of the morning was swept away, and they rushed to the dining hall one by one, for fear that they would not be able to share the mutton from behind.

"One mutton soup per person, enough white flour steamed buns, don't squeeze, queue up!" The little flag officer of the fire soldier began to distribute meals with a smile on his face, a large bowl of mutton soup for each person, and two pieces of mutton in the soup, a plate of green vegetables, and three white flour steamed buns for the time being, if it is not enough, you can take it again.

Some honest soldiers began to line up under the guidance of the firefighters, waiting to receive their own meals, and some soldiers began to add stuff to the ranks, the number of firefighters was too small to maintain the scene, and there were more and more soldiers in the garrison, and the scene began to be chaotic, and the firefighters were so anxious that they were sweating profusely, which was also to no avail.

"If you dare to cut in line, you don't have to eat lunch, and you will train as usual in the afternoon, if you don't have the strength, wait for your head to land."

The voice is not loud, but it is extremely majestic.

The soldiers looked back and saw that Li Zicheng was coming from behind with two small flags, these soldiers were all touching the handle of the knife, as long as Li Zicheng gave an order, he would immediately draw a knife and cut people.

The soldiers who had just been plugged were suddenly frightened, and they rushed to the end of the line with their heads in their hands, and obediently lined up, and some soldiers were so hungry that they had to lick their lips with their tongues.

Everyone's food had already been packed in dishes and distributed in turn, which was much faster, but in the time of a pillar of incense, all the soldiers received their own meals.

Originally, when the soldiers of Zhenhai Fort had lunch, there were almost ten people at a table, but today there were suddenly hundreds of people, and the dining table was not enough.

Li Zicheng ate the same meal as the soldiers, he took his dishes and came to a table, and the soldiers who were eating immediately dispersed, but the soldiers who had been following him surrounded him.

"Huh? How do adults eat at the same table with soldiers? ”

"Adults eat the same food as we do!"

"And Lord Liang, it's the same meal."

……

While eating, the soldiers talked about their superiors with their familiar companions, this was not the time for training, no one interfered with their mouths, but they themselves, felt that this lunch allowed them to see too many different things, officers and soldiers ate at the same table, officers and soldiers ate the same meal, they had to line up for meals, lunch was full, and mutton soup was ...... Coupled with what they had seen and heard during the morning training, the preconceived notions in the minds of many soldiers were shattered.

The soldiers measured from their own perspective, how the change would benefit them, or how they could avoid the catastrophe that would come from flying.

If the officers are all approachable, if there is mutton soup in Dunton, if Dunton is full...... The vast majority of soldiers shook their heads and sighed, such a good thing, one time is enough, how can it be every day?

The most frightening thing for the soldiers is the training, a little slack, and the immediate beheading, such a strict military discipline, I don't know that it was formulated by the literati who cut off the head.

In the past, whether it was training or fighting, they were not able to work, that was because they couldn't eat, the greater the range of action, the greater the consumption, and the more hungry the stomach became, if they could eat enough at every meal, that is, the intensity of training was higher, they could also accept it, and it was a big deal to eat more steamed buns to supplement the consumption of the body.

But Li Zicheng kills people at every turn, which makes them all tense their nerves, and when they train, they will be particularly easy to get tired, if only the military discipline could be relaxed.

After everyone's gossip, they remembered that Liu Yunshui's soldiers from 100 households were extremely easy to train, and no soldiers were punished for making mistakes, could it be that their training time was too short? It's not right, they are all veterans, although they don't usually train well, or they don't practice at all, but they still know the basic movements, how can they not meet other people's norms?

These soldiers were basically illiterate, and after lunch, the discussion ended, and no one thought of what to do in the afternoon, anyway, just listen to the officers.

Li Zicheng heard the soldiers around him, all talking about the morning and noon, and he didn't interfere, let this idea ferment first, there were no answers to many questions, it didn't matter, sooner or later there would be, he didn't believe it, and he couldn't train qualified soldiers with good food and drink every day.

"Zicheng, I finally found you!" Liang Wencheng held half a bowl of mutton soup in his left hand and a steamed bun in his right hand, which should have been almost eaten.