Four veterans walked into the queue and pulled out the two recruits who had destroyed the formation.

"If you violate military discipline and destroy formation, you should be beaten ten times." He Xing issued a ruthless order.

The two recruits were immediately pressed down on the snow, their clothes were stripped off, and the raindrop-like whip fell on their backs. The cold winter was cold, and even if they touched it lightly, it hurts very much, let alone the whip whip. The four veterans waved the whip, which made the two recruits burst into pieces.

"Put on your clothes and return to the team!" He Xing shouted.

The two new recruits put on cold cotton armor. The blood stains on their backs were cold and condensed into ice. The cold cotton armor was packed up, and the pain was unbearable. But they no longer dared to say anything and dared not move around.

"This is because you have a first offense! I'll give you a lighter punishment! If you commit it again next time, it's not as easy as Ten Whip! According to military rules, if you violate training discipline, you'll be a twenty-stop military stick!" He Xing's sharp eyes were like a cold lightning, sweeping across the neat queue, making everyone shudder.

When training started half a month ago, every recruit could still wear thick cotton coats and put on cotton armor. However, from today on, instructor He Xing ordered the reduction of clothes. When someone came in the morning, he wore too much and was found out, and he was immediately stripped off his clothes and ordered to do a hundred push-ups on the snow.

After doing push-ups, He Xing warned viciously: "If you wear more clothes tomorrow, it will be less simple than doing push-ups. You have to eat twenty whips!"

Whipping, military sticks, push-ups, taking off your shirt and running, soaking in cold water, He Xing came up with all the ways to torture these recruits. However, He Xing also used carrots and sticks to one hand, and worked as a two-pronged approach. According to Li Guodong's intention, He Xing completely imitated the Qi family army and promoted the nine-class system of skills in the army.

The three top three, the three middle three, and the three bottom three. There are different treatments and rewards and punishments for each grade. Every exam is held every two months, and the promotion and reduction are uncertain. Those who get the top grade can receive corresponding rewards.

In addition to the three top grades, the six middle grades, those who have made progress or regression every time they are assessed, they must be punished to prevent the soldiers from being lazy and not being enterprising.

Three months passed in a flash, and the training of recruits was also quite good. Over the past three months, Li Guodong has also tried every means to build various weapons. In addition to bird guns, he has built a batch of cheap spears himself.

Wang Quan's caravan went to the south again. In addition to the shopkeeper of Dadewang Business, with the consent of Li Guodong, Wang Quan also promoted the smart Zhao Feng from Minzhuang as the deputy shopkeeper, and handed over the six old friends in the caravan and all the Minzhuang guards to Zhao Feng to lead the team, and he went to the south to purchase goods. Wang Quan himself brought the six old friends back to the pass to expand the recruitment of the caravan team from the private sector to escorts.

Nowadays, it is a luxury to eat enough, but it is easy to recruit a group of strong men. Wang Quan came to Baoding Prefecture. He had the banner of a caravan, the roads opened by the government, salt quotations, tea horse quotations and other documents covered with the seal of the government. He was even more extraordinary. He was dressed in brocade silk and satin and dressed in a wealthy businessman. If he wanted to recruit a group of people, he could easily recruit more than a thousand people. However, Wang Quan did not choose to recruit people in Baoding Prefecture, because once the announcement of recruitment was issued, thousands or even tens of thousands of people would probably come. At that time, some chaos would occur and the government would be labeled as a gathering of people to cause trouble and sent to the prison. Then it would be impossible to settle if it was spent thousands of taels of silver.

Wang Quan led six old caravans to walk south. He left Northern Zhili, crossed the Yellow River, and entered Henan.

When you enter Henan, what you see is the scene of natural disasters. Along the way, the surrounding area is full of cracked and dried farmland, abandoned. Even if there are any plants, they are all thatched weeds and yellow in style.

By chance, I passed by a small village full of weeds and broken walls everywhere, and there was nothing inside. These villages had been looted by refugees and horse thieves, and all the useful things were taken away. All the corpses with stenches were left behind, with corpses filled with maggots.

Continue walking southeast, and meet a group of refugees on the road, all of whom are young and middle-aged men, but the appearance of these people does not match their age. Each refugee has a pale face and a thin skin, a haggard appearance, and cannot tell whether it is a human or a ghost.

There were more than 200 refugees in this group. They looked at the tall horse under Wang Quan and his group, and they were two horses. There were bulging cloth bags on the horse without riding. The refugees all had a look of greed in their eyes. However, when they saw that these seven people were carrying weapons, they looked very fierce, and they were hesitant and dared not step forward.

The refugees hesitated for a long time, and finally someone mustered up the courage to yell: "Anyway, we are all about to starve to death. Instead of starving to death, it's better to fight!"

"Looking for death!" Wang Quan snorted coldly and took off the bow and arrow from his back.

"Kill them! Snatch all their things!" a refugee shouted.

More than two hundred refugees were shouting, holding wooden sticks, hoes and other various simple weapons that were not considered weapons, rushing up like a flood.

Wang Quan tapped his bow and shot out a light arrow, and landed in the crowd. A refugee who rushed to the front was stabbed in the chest by an arrow falling from the sky. The refugee without any armor was shot by an arrow. The arrow was deeply pierced into the flesh. The refugee screamed and overturned on his back.

The six old friends also set their bows and arrows, and a round of arrows flew out, and blood splashed in the refugees. Accompanied by a few heart-wrenching screams, the refugees who rushed down immediately fell down.

Wang Quan and his six friends quickly shot out the second round of light arrows. A scream came from the crowd of refugees who rushed over, and five refugees fell down with arrows.

In a blink of an eye, the third round of arrows flew out with the sound of the wind, and four more refugees fell down.

Seeing that these seven people were shooting arrows without any ease and shooting archers very fast, although there were more than 200 refugees left, no one dared to rush again, but turned around and ran away.

Seven people shot in three rounds, and they beat more than 200 refugees to collapse.

"Kill!" Wang Quan pulled out the Miao sword, clamped his feet into the abdomen of the horse, and the spur pierced the horse's belly. The war horse began to run in pain and killed the refugees. The six men behind also drew their swords and followed closely behind the boss, killing towards the refugees who were fleeing in all directions.

Wang Quan felt no guilt about killing all of these refugees. Among these refugees, there were only young men, and they could not see women, children and elderly people. They probably had them eaten up. Moreover, this group of people might have robbed countless villages, and they must have blood debts in their hands.

Wang Quan took the lead and caught up with a refugee from behind. The Miao knife in his hand was slightly diagonally downward. With the help of the war horse, the sharp steel knife passed through the back of a refugee's neck. A sword light flashed, and a head that described a skeleton flew into the sky. Then his war horse directly hit a refugee, knocking the thin refugee to fly more than three feet away.
Chapter completed!