With a million soldiers, the empress begged me not to rebel

Ariba pondered for a moment and said slowly: "I have decided to seek help from our main branch!"

"Main vein?"

Everyone in the tent looked at each other in surprise.

The main branch of the barbarian tribe is said to have conquered the land of Western Yi. It has millions of warriors under its command and is extremely powerful.

"Chief, this... this is probably inappropriate, right?"

The lean leader said hesitantly.

"If we surrender to the main lineage, we won't be able to rule the country. At most, we will be vassals under their command."

"I know." Ariba's eyes became deep and firm.

"But we are all of the same race. Our ancestors left us a command for us to carry forward their power and annex China."

"But in the end, we can only survive in this narrow place."

"Now that the main line has risen, we should join it and restore the barbarians!"

"But..." The thin leader wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Ariba.

"No buts! This is my final decision! If anyone dares to disobey, don't blame me for being rude!"

Ariba's tone left no room for doubt.

Seeing that the patriarch had made up his mind, everyone stopped talking and expressed their obedience.

Ariba stood up, walked out of the tent, and looked up at the starry sky.

The stars are dotted like broken diamonds scattered on the black curtain.

He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to breathe the vastness and freedom of the grassland into his lungs.

"Ancestors, please bless our barbarian tribe and help us realize our great cause of restoration as soon as possible!"

Ariba prayed silently in his heart.

……

Shannan County, parade ground outside the city.

Lu Yan was wearing the "special operations uniform" he designed.

He was wearing a black suit, with melon seeds in his pocket, and standing on a high platform.

Looking at the more than one hundred people standing crookedly below, he almost vomited blood.

Are they elite troops? People would believe they're a concentration camp for the elderly, the weak, and the disabled!

"What the hell are you guys standing here for?"

"You can't even stand properly, and you want to be a special forces soldier?"

"When I was in military training, I stood at attention so hard that the instructor started to question his life!"

Lu Yan grabbed a handful of melon seeds and started cracking them, spit flying everywhere.

The people below looked at each other in confusion.

What is military posture? What is an instructor?

"Qiao'er, bring me a loudspeaker!"

Lu Yan shouted at the top of his lungs.

Lu Fei handed him a simple loudspeaker made of a bamboo tube and a membrane with a helpless look on his face.

"Sir, where did you get this strange thing from?"

Lu Yan took the megaphone, cleared his throat, and shouted to the people below:

"Listen up to me! If you want to be a special forces soldier, you have to be able to endure hardship, labor, and suffering!"

"If any delicate little girl can't stand it, get out of here as soon as possible and don't embarrass herself here!"

He paused and added, "Except for good-looking ones, of course."

A low laugh came from the crowd.

Lu Yan began his devilish training.

Weighted cross-country, rock climbing, swimming, fighting, shooting...all kinds of training programs for modern special forces.

He brought them all here at once, calling it "comprehensive development."

Poor ancient soldiers, they had never seen such a scene.

Everyone complained bitterly, but did not dare to disobey Lu Yan's orders.

"That's too cruel! Lord Lu, this is simply unbearable!"

Zhang Xun looked at the soldiers collapsing on the ground one by one like a pile of mud, and couldn't help but persuade them again.

Lu Yan spat out a melon seed shell and glanced at him sideways.

"This is just the beginning! If you want to be a soldier under me, you must be reborn! Back then, I..."

"Sir, you were very brave in the past, and we all know it, so please don't say it anymore."

Han Sheng interrupted him with a sad face.

I was afraid that he would start bragging about his fictitious "glorious deeds" again.

Lu Yan curled his lips and continued his "devil training".

"Everyone! Now, let's practice the duck walk! Spread your legs apart, half-squat, put your hands behind your back, and walk like a duck!"

The soldiers looked at each other in confusion. What kind of weird training method was this?

"What are you still standing there for! If you want to be a special forces soldier, you need to master all kinds of martial arts! The duck walk can improve your flexibility, coordination, and... uh... your ability to withstand blows!"

Lu Yan spoke nonsense seriously.

Although the soldiers were full of doubts, they still did as they were told.

More than a hundred people were walking unsteadily in duck steps on the parade ground, and the scene was extremely funny.

"Ouch! Who the hell stepped on my foot?"

"You stepped on my foot! Ouch!"

"Don't push! Don't push! I'm going to fall!"

The parade ground suddenly became a mess, with soldiers trampling on each other and shouting and cursing one after another.

Lu Yan stood on the platform, looking at the chaotic scene below, laughing so hard that he fell over.

"Hahahaha! I'm dying of laughter! This duck walk really works wonders! Not only does it exercise the body, it also livens up the atmosphere!"

After laughing enough, Lu Yan started a new round of torture.

"Now, everyone, do the Toad Jump! Put your legs together, squat, and then jump forward with all your might!"

"Remember, jump high and far like a toad!"

The soldiers were so helpless that they could only start toad jumping obediently.

"Cuck!"

"Cuck!"

"Cuck!"

The training ground was filled with the sound of quacking one after another. If you didn't know, you would think that this place had become a frog farm.

After several days of "devil training", the soldiers complained bitterly.

But physical fitness has improved significantly.

More importantly, a special bond was established between them.

"Brother, are you okay?"

A soldier helped up his comrade whom he had accidentally knocked down.

"It's okay, we are all brothers, so bumps and bruises are inevitable."

The soldier who was helped up smiled gratefully.

Seeing this scene, Lu Yan nodded with satisfaction.

"Excellent! It seems your team spirit has begun to awaken! Next up, a more exciting training event - Trust Shooting!"

Lu Yan asked someone to bring a pile of simple eye masks made of linen and distribute them to the soldiers.

"Put on your blindfolds! Then, pick up your muskets, aim at your companions, and shoot!"

"What? Sir, are you kidding? This is a musket! What if it goes off accidentally?"

a soldier asked in horror.

"Don't worry, they're blanks. I just want to see if you dare to leave your backs to your companions!"

Lu Yan's eyes became sharp.

The soldiers hesitated, and it took great courage and trust to let them blindfold themselves and shoot at their companions.

"What? Don't dare? If you don't dare, then get out! I don't need cowards!"

Lu Yan's tone was full of provocation.

A burly soldier gritted his teeth, put on his eyepatch first, and raised his musket.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out.

The blank cartridge was ejected, drawing an arc in the air.

"Ah!" A soldier screamed and subconsciously covered his head.

"Coward! You're a special forces soldier with this little courage?"

Lu Yan mocked mercilessly.