The last data came out. Fang Xing took a look, then handed it to Zhang Fu, and said, "I've been rushed in."

Chen Mao asked, "Can you block it?"

Fang Xing shook his head and said, "There is no follow-up supplement, it cannot be stopped."

Wang Tong was very interested in the way of determining the outcome of this kind of data. He heard this and asked, "Xinghe Bo, what support do you want?"

Fang Xing saw He Lian and Gao Yanbai coming up, but he didn't expect to leave room for them, so he said, "The firearm array was also penetrated by the enemy during the last Northern Expedition. The catapults in the rear immediately launched a wave of clay pots, blocking the enemy's follow-up. Then I led people to attack and drove the enemy out. The Thousand Houses of Martial Arts provided timely reinforcements, which blocked the gap. Otherwise..."

Everyone was there at that time, but they were not in the scene on both wings and the central army. But they still felt the tragic feeling from Fang Xing's description.

"The firearm guard was broken through by cavalry, and it would be almost a massacre."

Fang Xing did not accuse He Lian and Gao Yanbai, but only told the result after the failure.

He Lian said sincerely: "Master, how can I train my soldiers as soon as possible?"

All of them are veteran generals, but their understanding of the training of the firearm army is far inferior.

"Practical combat, or almost practical atmosphere, such as the kind of rushing forward just now."

Fang Xing felt that the biggest problem with the current practice is that it is not close to actual combat, so no matter how good the practice looks, it is a decoration.

He said to Zhang Fu and others: "The flower poses are useless. You should all know that no matter how powerful a warrior is, as long as he has never been on the battlefield, even if he can fight a hundred, he has a chance of surviving in the first battle of one hundred. "

Everyone knows this truth, and Zhang Fu immediately woke up and said, "Are you saying that their fault is just a training?"

Fang Xing nodded, "Yes, but they cannot be on the front line. They may not have the opportunity to train with small groups of enemies before the war, so now we need to practice close to actual combat."

Meng Ying pondered for a moment and said, "There are many veterans in the army at present, but they will eventually retreat in batches. After they retreat, how can we ensure the strength of the Ming army?"

Zhang Fu said: "I can only let the old man lead him for a few years."

Veterans lead new soldiers, which is a common method throughout history.

Wang Tong said: "If you can practice for ten years, you will be better at seeing blood on the battlefield once."

Fang Xing praised: "It's this reason. No matter how elite soldiers are, they cannot be considered elite soldiers without blood."

"Let's practice."

Fang Xing and others left and continued to inspect the army in other places.

"Practice it!"

He Lian shouted, but tragically discovered that Zhu Mian and Xue Sheng were leaving with their imaginary enemies.

"How do we practice?"

He was stunned, but Gao Yanbai had no idea!

"Go and ask for help!"

Everything is close to actual combat!

The latest training standards have come out, so the chaos is everywhere, looking for imaginary enemies.

Finally, the Governor's Office and the Ministry of War came forward and according to the style of the coalition, they matched their own imaginary enemy partners to the various guards.

He sharpened his knife everywhere, and his fighting spirit was boiling.

Fang Xing has not been home in recent days, and his family has long been used to him going out to fight with him.

And martial arts is brewing a trend recently.

"We're going to join!"

Groups of students were discussing the Western Expedition during breaks.

"Last time in the northern expedition, our martial arts school formed a Thousand Household Institute, and it turned the tide at a critical moment. Why didn't it be there this time?"

"There are too many firearms and wards now, so we don't need to do it anymore, right?"

"Nonsense! Everyone said that the best practice is to see blood, but how many people have seen blood in martial arts?"

"Have the eldest son of Xinghe Bo family ever seen blood?"

The students were in a state of enthusiasm, but some brought potatoes in.

Tudou talked to a few classmates who were close friends, and the topic could be followed by the Western Expedition.

Upon hearing this, someone said, "As a general, I will return it. As a student, I will not make any contributions after going there. I will probably not go there."

Everyone looked at the potatoes next to them.

The friend next to Tudou rebuked: "What do you mean by bringing Fang Han?"

The atmosphere was a little nervous.

There are almost every day when fighting in martial arts. Even Tudou has encountered more than ten times, but it is more than wins, which makes it impossible for others to say that he is a playboy, so he calms down a little.

The two gangs began to prepare.

Potato cleaned up his body, and then rushed over first.

"beat!"

Tudou punched one of them, and then he was kicked over by someone. He got up and hugged him with another person, and used the means that Xin Laoqi taught him, and easily fell down his opponent.

Later, the fight ended, two sergeants stood beside them, looking at them coldly, "Get up."

There are a group of energetic men in martial arts, and even those who are in charge of discipline are sergeants.

The big guy was rushed to the school grounds and was not allowed to enter the class later.

The sun was a little big, and two soldiers were supervising them. If anyone moved around, he would increase his stake.

Tudou stood straight and firmer than anyone else. His sweat soaked his clothes, but he still didn't move.

After class was over again, their punishment was over.

A group of people fought and then started talking with arms around.

When they arrived at the classroom, a student shouted: "Fang Han, are you going to the Western Expedition?"

Tudou stopped, then looked at the classmates on both sides and raised his head slightly and said, "I will definitely go to martial arts! If you don't go to martial arts, I will also ask my father to take it there."

Tudou's face was covered with sweat and his body was half wet, but he spoke very seriously, and this place was martial arts. If he told lies, he would never have a foothold in the army in the future.

After saying that, Tudou turned around and left, but the direction was the duty room of the professor and the coach.

The boy's back was firm and his steps were calm.

The sun shone on his back, and the students couldn't help but squint slightly.

"good!"

A student finally couldn't help but shout ok.

"What a Fang Han!"

The students who used to be unhappy with Fang Han all showed admiration, and then the professor rushed them into the classroom with a stern face.

...

Fang Xing has been in the Governor's Office during this period and is coordinating all aspects with the generals.

When Fang Xing heard that the potatoes were coming, he was stunned.

Meng Ying smiled and said, "Bo Xinghe, your Fang Han wants to go on a war."

Fang Xing felt that was the same. When he was about to get up and go out, Zhang Fu said, "Go and call that kid in and let everyone see the courage of the younger generation Wu Xun."

Fang Xing pointed at Zhang Fu and sat down again.

The martial artists in the room were waiting with a smile. Someone brought tea and some snacks, so I took a break.

When potatoes were brought in, they were not afraid to see these martial heroes.

"I've seen you guys!"

He bowed and saluted, Fang Xing frowned and said, "Why did you run out?"

Tudou stood up straight and said without squinting: "Father, the child wants to volunteer to go to the Western Expedition."

After saying that, he held his head up, the boy's blood was boiling, but the purple at the corner of his mouth looked a little funny.

Everyone has been young!

The Wuxuns were smiling at each other, and then Zhang Fu sighed and said, "It's great to be young! If I were ten years younger, I would like to hold my head up!"

As people get older, they gradually learn to endure, so they also learn to bow their heads.

Meng Ying was also a little sad, but then she was excited and joking: "Do you want to withdraw from martial arts?"

Tudou said: "If martial arts is formed into the Thousand Houses again, the students are willing to be one of them and fight for the Ming Dynasty! If they cannot, the students hope to follow His Majesty to the West."

The boy's voice was sonorous and powerful, his eyes were firm and his figure was upright, which made the old guys envious.
Chapter completed!