My vicious dog, my horse, I can do whatever I want with it

Zong Yanli took a seat and looked at Bai Xiuyun with a smile and asked, "Is everything okay in Pingnan Camp?"

Bai Xiujun nodded repeatedly: "It's just military training every day, nothing serious. General Peng and General Yang quarrel all day long and often come to me to argue. It's really..."

Bai Xiujun had a look on his face that was both amusing and embarrassing. It was not that he was arguing about anything important. It was just that Peng Deqing spat when he passed by the right camp, and Yang Liqun chased after him to demand an explanation. Over the years, the two generals from the left camp and the right camp had never said a soft word.

There was no way Bai Xiuyun could argue with them. At first he tried to persuade them with a few words, but later he became completely silent.

"I heard in Pingnan Camp that Yuanshi Pass was breached, so I went to ask the general for orders." Bai Xiuyun said as if he was slightly relieved. Fortunately, no worse news came.

"I'm so happy that you can come." Zong Yanli laughed and patted Bai Xiuyun on the shoulder.

"General, are you all right here?" Bai Xiujun said, turning around and looking around, "Why can't I see Qian Zhixing?"

"He's injured." Zong Yanli restrained his smile and said, "The injury is quite serious. I have ordered someone to send him to Shouxi County to recuperate."

Bai Xiujun was slightly stunned when he heard this, but remained silent, nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Then he greeted the others, and saw Ning Chi, who looked a little unfamiliar. Monkie introduced him briefly, and then they went outside the tent to talk.

Meng Qi pulled Bai Xiuyun aside and asked about Kuang Xingquan and others who were still in Pingnan Camp. He learned that they were now serving as captains under Yang Liqun and were training soldiers all day long. Although they were unable to come to support, they were always thinking about the general.

Bai Xiuyun went to meet Qin Wujiu, and Qin Wujiu had long wanted to see the evil soldiers in the ghost camp, so he came to take a look around and looked at them with envy.

Generals Deng Bowen of Linxi and Song Zhiyuan of Nantai also arrived in Changfeng County the next day.

Qin Wujiu convened the first meeting on this matter and made a new plan for the next deployment. Zong Yanli added a soldier from the Ghost Camp to his account, and Qin Wujiu naturally designated him as the main attacker. Deng Bowen and Song Zhiyuan were quite curious about Zong Yanli, the young general.

"Young General Zong Yan, please stay!" Song Zhiyuan came out of the main tent and greeted him. He looked at Zong Yanli and laughed, "I have heard a lot about the young general's achievements, and today I finally see them.

"General Song." Zong Yanli bowed politely.

"Hahaha, young general, you're welcome!" Song Zhiyuan stepped forward and said, "I'm from the same hometown as your General Yang Liqun! We occasionally exchange letters, and I've heard him praise you a lot!"

Zong Yanli felt a little embarrassed and lowered his head slightly as he walked and chatted with Song Zhiyuan.

Song Zhiyuan was a talkative man. After talking for a long time, he said, "It's like this. I have a nephew who joined the army not long ago. I originally wanted him to go to Pingnan Camp and join Yang Liqun's army, but this kid has been worshipping you since he heard your name."

"Since you followed me to provide assistance this time, I was wondering if the young general's army is still short of manpower?" Song Zhiyuan changed his subject and finally got to the point.

"I am ashamed that General Song thinks so highly of me." Zong Yanli lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "General Song just heard that the soldiers I lead are the main force of the army, so we will inevitably face off against the Kingdom of Qing."

"General Song's nephew is a newcomer to the military camp, but he follows me to meet the enemy..." Zong Yanli looked a little serious and said this to Song Zhiyuan.

"Hey! I thought so too!" Song Zhiyuan clapped his hands and said helplessly, "I can't persuade him. That kid admires you very much and even wants to join the Ghost Camp in the future."

Seeing that Zong Yanli did not show any sign of annoyance, Song Zhiyuan immediately changed the subject and said, "Young General, how about this? You meet the man first. If you think my nephew is a promising talent, could you give him some pointers when you are free?"

"If you are willing to accept him as your disciple, it will be his blessing!" Song Zhiyuan said with a smile: "It's just that the master-disciple relationship is based on fate, and I can't ask for too much. It's great to get your guidance!"

“……”Zong Yanli was speechless.

Song Zhiyuan talked in circles for a long time, and it turned out that he was waiting for her here?

Zong Yanli said modestly: "I have never taught a disciple, so the relationship between master and disciple is fine, but as for the guidance..."

"With a brave uncle like General Song, why do I need to give you advice?" Zong Yanli smiled helplessly.

"Don't flatter me!" Song Zhiyuan laughed and said, "My nephew also uses a long knife, but I use a sword, which is a little unfamiliar!"

"Don't refuse. Just think of it as a favor to your General Yang and teach my useless nephew a few times!" Song Zhiyuan said with a wave of his hand. Seeing that Song Zhiyuan had no intention of accepting him as a disciple, Zong Yanli agreed.

When Song Zhiyuan brought Xiang An over, Zong Yanli was just about to go out.

Xiang An is about fifteen years old, about the same age as Zong Yanli when he joined the army. His ears are slightly red and his eyes are bright. He has the clarity and vigor of a teenager, and his face is full of excitement.

Song Zhiyuan led Xiang An and said, "This is Zong Yanli, he will be your teacher in the future."

"I'm Xiang An, a student. Nice to meet you, teacher!" Xiang An walked forward, knelt down and bowed.

"You and I are not master and disciple, so there is no need to show such great courtesy." Zong Yanli stepped aside and offered his hand to support him.

"From now on, you must come to my tent at 3:15 a.m. every day and bring your knife with you." Zong Yanli did not waste any words with Xiang An and spoke directly.

"Yes!" Xiang An responded quickly.

Song Zhiyuan was very happy to see that Zong Yanli kept his word and was really willing to give advice. He said that he would visit him after the war was over to thank Zong Yanli for his guidance.

The sudden addition of a disciple gave Zong Yanli a lot more things to do.

On the first day, Xiang An was waiting outside the camp early. Seeing this upright attitude made Zong Yanli slightly satisfied, he called him to the training ground and said, "Let me see your sword."

Xiang An quickly presented it to him, and as he watched Zong Yanli draw his sword, he said nervously, "This sword was left to me by my brother, but I am not as good as he is in using it."

"This knife is quite good." Zong Yanli looked at it for a while and then gave it back to Xiang An. He asked Xiang An to raise the knife and said, "Now, use what you have learned to attack me."

"..."Xiang An was dumbfounded as he held the knife in his hand, seeing that Zong Yanli was only wearing soft armor, not even a helmet, let alone raising a shield to block. How could he dare to attack?

"Just come on." Zong Yanli seemed to see his hesitation, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Don't worry, I will avoid it."

"Well, I'm sorry for the offense." Xiang Anxin knew that Zong Yanli wanted to test his ability. After all, his family was from a military family, so naturally he had to show his full abilities!

He attacked with the knife raised. The sight of the man holding the knife with both hands made Zong Yanli frown. He was too lazy to even move out of the way. He just raised his hand to deflect his attack. He was busy with the upper body and couldn't take care of the lower body. Zong Yanli just moved sideways, raised his foot and kicked An and fell to the ground.

Zong Yanli: “…”

She suddenly regretted it.

I originally thought that Xiang An was about the same as Ning Chi, but I never thought that he... could be so bad!

Why bother learning swordsmanship? Just practice the basics first!

"Teacher, am I too useless?" Xiang An was a little nervous, his face flushed and he looked a little at a loss.

"No." Zong Yanli suppressed his chaotic thoughts, looked at Xiang An and said, "If you study hard, you will achieve something in the future."

She has already agreed, so it would be bad to just walk away on the first day.

With the idea of ​​teaching him to the end, Zong Yanli stepped forward and squeezed Xiang An's shoulders and arms, then kicked his soft knees, frowned and said, "The army is different from the outside world, and your physical fitness must keep up."

"After the roll call in the tent, come to my tent." Zong Yanli stared at Xiang An and said, "If you want to be independent soon, you must make efforts far beyond others. It will undoubtedly be difficult. Are you really ready?"

"Yes!" Xiang An responded loudly, his eyes firm as he bowed to Zong Yanli and said, "Please teach me, teacher!"

Zong Yanli looked at him, facing the rising sun, as if he was trying hard to shine and give off heat.

After a long while, Zong Yanli's eyebrows relaxed and he replied softly, "Okay, that's all for today. You can go back now."

Wen Nian, Meng Qi and others saw this scene on the parade ground when they stood up. At that moment, they seemed to see the two people's elongated shadows under the shining sun, like a handover ceremony, which made people feel an indescribable awe.

Zong Yanli now has to think carefully about where to start teaching him. For this matter, he even wrote a rough plan and prepared to implement it step by step.

With the arrival of early spring, the weather is gradually warming up.

After lying dormant for a whole winter, the Qing State began to move again. Our army gradually began patrolling and was ready for war at any time.

Xiang An also officially began to learn martial arts from Zong Yanli. He had to attend the military training during the day and practice boxing with Zong Yanli at night. He was exhausted like a dead dog almost every day, but he had to get up before dawn the next day and run laps in the training ground with Zong Yanli again.

Zong Yanli has never been a moderate person. Her strictness and majesty made Xiang An dare not disobey her at all.

Every time Xiang An couldn't bear it anymore and begged for mercy, Zong Yanli said solemnly: "You still have the energy to beg for mercy, I think you can hold on for a while."

Xiang An: …………

As a result, Xiang An never dared to ask for anything more.

"It's so tragic, so tragic..." After watching Zong Yanli teaching his disciples for a few days, Meng Qi and Ning Chi and others touched their arms with grimace in their eyes, watching Zong Yanli correct their movements. The whip was really strong!

"I always thought that the general was gentle and polite. Why do I have this feeling?" Monkie's cognition was greatly refreshed. He felt fortunate that he was just the general's subordinate and not his disciple.

"What do you have to be happy about? It's a blessing for the general to be able to teach others. What do you think would happen if you could learn ten of the general's skills?" Pei Liang sneered twice and said to Monkie, Ning Chi and others.

Upon hearing this, Meng Qi's eyes widened, and Ning Chi next to him had an expression that was about to crack. They couldn't help but start to follow Zong Yanli, getting up at the morning hour and resting at the early hour.

Lu Hao felt a pain in his liver when he saw them. Finally, he said quietly, "Young people are full of energy."

He knew that his character had already been determined, and no matter how hard he tried, his limit was just this. Although he felt a little unwilling, he had no choice.

However, this teaching did not last long, because the troops of Qing Kingdom had arrived, and they had to put the matter aside for the time being and prepare to fight the enemy!

The war drums sounded, and Zong Yanli followed Qin Wujiu and other generals to the top of the city wall.

"The battle at Yuanshi Pass caused heavy losses to the Qing Kingdom." Qin Wujiu supported himself on the city wall with both hands, squinted at the Qing Kingdom's army formation in the distance outside the city, and after roughly estimating the military strength, he said, "It seems that the Qing Kingdom has also replenished the lost troops and chariots..."

"The Qing Kingdom came so quickly?" Zong Yanhongtu also found it unbelievable.

The generals of the Qing State below sent people to challenge them. Deng Bowen and Song Zhiyuan had just arrived, so they naturally wanted to show off their skills. So they stepped forward and asked for a fight.

After weighing the pros and cons, Qin Wujiu nominated Deng Bowen to accept the challenge.

Neither side wanted to lose face in the first fight, so the battle was a bit tense. Deng Bowen was a veteran after all, so he played steadily and without any impatience. In the end, the two of them ended up in a draw and retreated exhausted.

"General, I have done my best." Deng Bowen said, panting as he stepped forward.

"No problem, that's great." Qin Wujiu waved his hand and asked Deng Bowen to sit aside to rest. After analyzing the intention of Qing Kingdom for a moment, he asked, "Who else dares to go into battle?"

"Bai Xiujun, you go." Zong Yanli thought for a moment and turned to call Bai Xiujun, saying, "Don't let down the name of the Ghost Camp."

Bai Xiujun stepped out in response. Qin Wujiu seemed to be somewhat expectant when he saw that he was asking for a chance, so he immediately smiled and allowed him to go and accept the challenge.

When Bai Xiuyun rode out of the city on horseback, a figure wearing heavy armor and a ghost mask on his face, sitting upright on horseback, appeared in front of the enemy general. His expression changed almost instantly, and he unconsciously tightened the weapon in his hand.

Looking closely again, he saw that the man sitting on the horse was not holding a long sword, but a long spear. He immediately showed some doubt in his eyes.

Lou Weiyi stared at Bai Xiuyun and shouted, "Who is coming?"

"It's your grandfather Bai Xiujun!" Bai Xiujun shook his spear, revealing only a pair of eyes behind his iron armor. His dark and sharp eyes were 50% similar to Zong Yanli's.

"Bai Xiujun?" Lou Weiyi frowned, as if he found the name strange. Looking at his appearance, he was clearly a match for the chief general of the Ghost Camp of Wu State. However, it was said that the chief general of the Ghost Camp was named Zong Yanli, and he held a long black sword in his hand.

"Who is Zong Yanli to you?" Lou Weiyi asked.

"He is my commander-in-chief." Bai Xiuyun said with a curl of his lips.

Lou Weiyi understood immediately after hearing this, and looked Bai Xiuyun up and down and said, "You are the second-generation general of the Wu State Ghost Camp. I wonder how capable you are compared to your general!"

After Lou Weiyi figured it out, he felt a little relieved. He chuckled, clenched the weapon in his hand, and charged towards Bai Xiuyun.

Lou Weiyi was coming at him aggressively, but Bai Xiuyun was not afraid. His eyes were filled with a bit of viciousness and he was rushing forward with a gun in hand, looking ferocious!