As the evening approached, Liu Feng woke up and slept for more than an hour. His spirits improved a lot, but he still felt weak all over, as if his body was hollowed out.

He walked to a bronze mirror and took a photo, and a pale face came into his eyes.

Due to long-term hunger, poor nutrition, and his injuries and blood loss, this body is extremely deficient. Even with Antai's medicine, it must be well maintained for a while before it can be made up.

When he opened the door, two big men who looked like towers outside immediately saluted respectfully and said, "Lord."

"Well, go and call Yang Rong over to me."

Liu Feng ordered lightly.

"yes!"

After one of the big men responded, he waved his hand to a distance, and saw another big man suddenly walked out of an inconspicuous corner, and then ran out quickly.

Not long after, Yang Rong hurriedly ran in. As soon as he entered the yard, he immediately felt a faint gaze around him locking him. He felt a stern heart, and he quickly slowed down, walked towards Liu Feng who was standing in the yard, and saluted: "Master, are you looking for me?"

"Well, I'll ask you to help Wang Tieniu train his team. How is it going now?"

"It's quite smooth. Now everyone has organized three battalions, two Zhengzhang battalions and one logistics battalion. The Zhengzhang battalion has a full 835 people. Now there is only one battalion full tandem, and the other battalion has only 810 people and the logistics battalion has 335 people."

Yang Rong quickly responded.

"I don't understand the training, so I will leave it to you. I must form combat power as soon as possible!"

In ancient times, training soldiers was not as good as standing in military posture and queuing in line like their own military training. At the very least, the flag language and simple battle formation training could not be completed in a short period of time. The main purpose of Liu Feng staying Yang Rong was to let him help him train soldiers and learn the skills of placing troops here.

"My lord, please rest assured. My subordinates will do their best and will live up to expectations."

Yang Rong was quite confident about this. In addition to being a little confident in his ability to train troops, the more than 100 black-armored men were also an important reason. These guys didn't know what they had grown up with. They were as strong as cows. They scattered these men in the two regular camps. With a little training, they could increase the combat power of the two camps by a large margin.

In fact, the ideal plan is to make these more than a hundred black-armored men together, but the number of people is a little smaller. In this way, it will take a little more time for the remaining hungry people to form combat power. After several considerations, they will make them together.

"By the way, are you a warrior? You saw that your swordsmanship was good before!"

Liu Feng looked at Yang Rong with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

When Yang Rong heard this, hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "This is my sword technique, called Pojun Nine Swords. If your lord likes it, I can give it all my gifts."

Speaking of which, Yang Rong is also considered a general. His ancestors once produced a second-grade general. This nine-sword sword of the army is the killing sword technique that the general had figured out for decades of fighting on the battlefield. Such sword techniques are the foundation of the family and will not be easily circulated.

However, people had to bow their heads under the eaves. Now, there were a few black-armored men following him wherever he went. These guys would not be polite to him. If they were cheating, they would still suffer. It would be better to be more tactful and do their best to do their best to let them relax their vigilance, and then wait for the opportunity to leave.

"Sword Technique needs to be learned, but is there nothing else except sword Technique? For example, internal strength?"

"Internal power? What is that?"

Yang Rong looked surprised.

"No?"

Liu Feng looked disappointed, "Then do you have any methods to strengthen your body?"

"There is this. I have a family-born stenting technique that can strengthen the body and condense the strength."

"Tell me in detail!"

Hearing that he could condense his strength, Liu Feng suddenly became interested again.

"Yes! Lord."

Yang Rong's speech took half an hour and almost said everything he knew.

After listening, Liu Feng finally had a deep understanding of the practice of this world.

There is no internal strength, true qi, etc. Here, the so-called martial arts masters can only be the strongest enemy of hundreds of people. If they encounter hundreds of people, they will be dead if they cannot escape. It is impossible to "take the head of the enemy general in the middle of the army."

Yang Rong's strength can only be considered a third-rate level. According to what he said, with his family's swordsmanship, he can fight about ten ordinary strong people alone, but no matter how many, it will be impossible. With such strength, among all the garrison captains in Laiyang County, he can rank among the top ten.

"How long have you practiced this stance?"

Liu Feng said curiously.

"Since I was nine years old, I practiced every day, and I have never stopped until now."

Liu Feng looked at the vicissitudes of his face in front of him and said a little disgusted: "After practicing for so long, you have achieved a small success and your strength reaches 400 kilograms. Is it too trash in the stance exercise, or is it that your qualifications are too poor?"

When Yang Rong heard this, his face suddenly showed a hint of unnaturalness. Although he practiced this exercise every day, he did not persist for long every time. Especially when his father passed away and there was no supervision, he spent most of his time immersed in wine and sex, and practicing the exercises was even more perfunctory.

"Lord, as far as I know, the strongest stake in Daqian is the dragon-stake stake in Daye Zen Temple. If you can obtain this stake, you can cultivate great strength within five years and have the power of nine oxen and two tigers!"

"Daye Zen Temple?"

Liu Feng blinked, "Forget it, let's practice yours first now, and wait until you find a better one in the future, and you can teach me."

"Yes, lord!"

Yang Rong quickly responded.

Just as Yang Rong was teaching Liu Feng the stake method, An Tai, who had just been promoted to the logistics manager, hurriedly ran in from outside.

"Lord, there is an envoy outside who claims to be Chief Chen who has been waiting for a long time, saying that he wants to invite you to the banquet!"

"oh."

When Liu Feng heard this, he slowly put down his fist, picked up a square scarf and wiped his sweat, and muttered in a low voice: "It's not Hongmen Banquet, is it?"

He glanced at Yang Rong, who was begging to the side, and asked, "Do you think I should go?"

Yang Rong didn't expect Liu Feng to ask him. After being stunned for a moment, he bowed and said, "It depends on the lord."

Liu Feng threw the square scarf into the washbasin and said angrily: "You are talking nonsense. Forget it, go and call Wang Tieniu over, take a team of people to accompany me to the banquet, and see what tricks they want to do."

"yes!"

Yang Rong responded and ran out quickly.

Liu Feng turned around and returned to the room, changed into a dress, and walked outside wearing the marten cloak. The big men who were originally lurking around came out from different corners and followed closely behind.
Chapter completed!