The Young and Vigorous Eighth Prince

After all, these soldiers trained by Jiang Fan, even though they were only trained for seven days, were all very disciplined. Those ruffians and bad soldiers proved themselves in this battle.

They knew that they were no longer the ruffian or bad soldiers they had been before, but Jiang Fan's private soldiers.

Jiang Fan had emphasized to them more than once that under him, they had to obey orders. Anyone who disobeyed orders would be kicked out.

Therefore, even though the elite soldiers on the other side repeatedly provoked them and expressed their dissatisfaction, they did not act impulsively to fight with them. But they were also holding back some anger in their hearts.

The two opposing parties heard the noise and all looked over. When they saw Jiang Fan, the white-robed soldiers' faces were filled with joy, and their expressions were excited and respectful.

On the black robe army side, some people had eager and excited looks, some had complicated expressions, and some had faces full of disdain and arrogance.

Jiang Fan looked at the performance of both sides with a slightly cold look in his eyes.

Chu Xinghe stopped and looked at Jiang Fan. He wanted to see how his son-in-law could convince these unruly black-robed soldiers.

After all, if the two sides cannot handle their relationship well, it will be a huge hidden danger, which may cause Jiang Fan to be doomed at any time.

Chu Chengxiong and Chu Chengrui also broke out in a cold sweat for Jiang Fan. They also knew that these black-robed soldiers in front of them were all unruly and unruly, and because Jiang Fan did not choose them before, they still had some resentment towards Jiang Fan in their hearts.

Just imagine, the people they look down upon actually surpass them. How could these people feel happy about it?

"I know you are not convinced in your heart, but you lost, that is a fact. If you can't even afford to lose, then I really overestimate you."

Jiang Fan glanced coldly at the black-robed soldiers, his voice devoid of any emotion.

His words immediately made the black-robed soldiers feel ashamed and annoyed.

However, I also felt ashamed in my heart. Yes, I couldn't even afford to lose. Is this what a man should do?

They have their own pride, but so what? If they are so proud that they have no code of conduct and bottom line of their own, then it is not called pride, but arrogance and corrupt character.

"Now, you are all my private soldiers. Since you have become my private soldiers, you must love each other. If you are jealous of others because you lost before, I don't need such people."

"Now I will give you a chance to choose. If you are willing to follow me, you must put aside your reluctance and pride and get along well with me. After all, you are comrades in arms from now on. If you don't want to, you can leave at any time. I will never stop you."

At this point, Jiang Fan's voice became heavier and he said loudly:

"Everyone, I would like to give you a poem..."

"Who says I have no clothes? I share my robe with you. When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my spear and halberd. I share the same enemy with you! Who says I have no clothes? I share my coat with you. When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my spear and halberd. I share the same enemy with you! Who says I have no clothes? I share my skirt with you. When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my armor and weapons. I share the same enemy with you!"

The moment he recited this poem, all the soldiers present suddenly felt a shock, a surge of blood welled up in their hearts, and their eyes lit up at this moment.

The martial spirit prevailed in Dayan, but the literary spirit prevailed as well. Jiang Fan's poem was simple and easy to understand, and all the soldiers present had already understood the general idea.

Especially the phrase "I have no clothes, I share the same robe with you" made everyone feel a sense of comradeship. What is a comrade-in-arms? It means someone who can trust his back to him on the battlefield.

Jiang Fan's poem reminded everyone of the scene on the battlefield where everyone worked together to fight the enemy.

Both the Black Robe Army and the White Robe Army present had a deep understanding of this. In addition, the seamless cooperation of the White Robe Army today made the White Robe Army deeply touched, and the Black Robe Army was also deeply touched.

Aren't the White Robe Army members the same robes and clothes as you? They left their backs to their comrades, so that they could defeat them in unison?

Coming back to their senses, the black-robed soldiers' eyes became slightly hot, and they all looked at the white-robed soldiers with guilt on their faces.

Chu Xinghe, Chu Chengxiong and Chu Chengrui, father and son, looked at Jiang Fan with their eyes wide open. They were stunned for a long time, and the poem that Jiang Fan had just recited was stirring in their minds.

This poem can definitely inspire everyone's fighting spirit and rally the troops' hearts in an instant if used as a war poem.

"Okay..." Chu Xinghe couldn't help but let out a loud shout. Chu Chengxiong and Chu Chengrui clenched their fists and almost shouted to the sky.

"Who says I have no clothes? I will share my clothes with you..." Among the black-robed soldiers, no one knew who was the first to recite this poem.

Hearing this, Jiang Fan looked over and saw that it was Dai Yunzong who spoke. Jiang Fan remembered this man. It was this captain who expressed his dissatisfaction when he selected those ruffians and bad soldiers before.

Jiang Fan didn't expect that he would be the first to agree.

Seeing Jiang Fan looking at him, Dai Yunzong nodded respectfully to Jiang Fan, his eyes full of admiration.

Jiang Fan smiled, then slowed down his voice and continued: "...When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my spears and halberds. I share the same hatred with you! Who says I have no clothes? I share the same clothes with you. When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my spears and halberds. I share the same hatred with you! Who says I have no clothes? I share the same clothes with you. When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my armor and weapons. I share the same hatred with you!"

As Jiang Fan's voice sounded, every time he said a word, the white-robed soldiers and the black-robed soldiers actually repeated it in unison. The scene was solemn and magnificent.

The shouts of more than 1,100 people were like the sound of thousands of troops, spreading throughout the entire military camp. All of a sudden, all the soldiers in different parts of the camp looked over here, their eyes filled with shock, but their faces were instantly filled with passion. Some people even started shouting along, with serious expressions and a fighting spirit rising to the sky.

Chu Xinghe, his son and his two sons, as well as Jiang Fan's more than 1,100 private soldiers, felt their blood boiling when they heard the voice of the retelling.

They recited more vigorously, and their eyes became more and more determined. When the white-robed soldiers and the black-robed soldiers looked at each other, there was no anger or hatred. Their eyes were gentle, and there was a strong comradeship.

Chu Xinghe was dumbfounded when he saw this scene. The look he gave Jiang Fan was beyond words. He sighed in his heart, is this guy a monster?

If he encountered such a thing, he would probably either use military law or force these people to stop causing trouble, but that would only be a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution.

But when Jiang Fan arrived, he just recited a poem that he didn't know where he got from, and he won over the two gangs completely. He even aroused the emotions in everyone's hearts.

All of the soldiers under his command are veterans and have survived the battlefield.

They knew the cruelty of battle and the importance of comrades on the battlefield. Jiang Fan's poems made them fall into the memories of the battlefield, and they were unable to extricate themselves from their emotions for a while.

In the training ground, everyone seemed to be tireless and recited Jiang Fan's poem over and over again.

The more they read, the more excited they became. After reading it about ten times, Jiang Fan raised his hand to stop talking, and the soldiers reluctantly stopped.