Time Travel to 1859: The Iron-Blooded Soldier King

He Qimou looked down upon the fifty new recruits. He didn't understand why the Monk King was giving them such generous "treatment." They were only fifty new recruits. He could easily defeat them with just fifty of his own men! Why did he insist on sending a hundred? It was like overkill!

Although it was called an exercise, it was actually very simple. Senggelinqin did not think that fifty new recruits could have any outstanding qualities, so he only tested their combat effectiveness. One hundred people all held wooden sticks, and fifty people also held wooden sticks dipped in white ash. As long as a vital part was hit by the opponent and a white spot was left, they had to withdraw from the battle; as long as five white spots appeared on the body, no matter where they were, they had to withdraw from the battle. In the end, the victory or defeat was determined by the number of survivors.

It was just a very boring competition. Senggelinqin didn't think that such an exercise would be of much use in the era when muskets began to become rampant. However, even such an exercise could still reveal clues, especially for a veteran like Senggelinqin. From the exercise, one could see the morale of the soldiers, the coordination and cooperation of the soldiers, the courage of the soldiers, and the command ability of the generals.

However, with a veteran like He Qimou leading the charge, at least at the commander level, their side had the advantage. How could a tiny kid compete with a veteran?

The competition between the two sides was held on a small mound, with Zhu Hai responsible for defense and He Qimou responsible for offense.

The two sides finally started a contest.

As soon as they made a move, the Qing army realized how powerful the new recruits were!

Relying on their large numbers, the one hundred Qing soldiers launched a charge directly towards the mound, with a rather terrifying momentum.

On the opposite side, Zhu Hai deployed all fifty of his men. According to the instructions during training, several people formed a group. Facing the charge of a hundred people, Zhu Hai and others were not nervous at all. In the North Fort, they had often abused those veterans for the past half month and subdued them. In the military camp, the bigger the fist, the more powerful it is.

Today we still have veterans, but they have been replaced by the monk king’s personal guards. It’s one hundred to fifty, and the recruits are at a disadvantage, but that definitely doesn’t mean they have no ability to fight back!

As soon as the two sides came into contact, they got into a fight. The veterans, relying on their rich combat experience, began to rush into the ranks of new recruits, waving wooden sticks and attacking them.

Under Zhu Hai's command, the new recruits showed no weakness and faced the veterans. Strict discipline made everything they did orderly. Working in groups of several, almost no one was left alone. In a short period of time, they had established a local advantage over the veterans. In a one-on-one fight, the new recruits weren't necessarily much stronger than the veterans. The veterans also had the advantage in numbers, but combat wasn't a group fight; it required coordination. In the eyes of the new recruits, the current veterans were no different from the veterans of the North Fort. A mob would just charge headfirst, with no other options! Aside from being stronger and more capable than the veterans of the North Fort, there was nothing special about them!

With cooperation and coordination, the veterans began to fall under the wooden sticks of the recruits one by one. Some of the recruits were responsible for defense, some were responsible for attack, and some were responsible for picking up the leaks. The veterans had never been involved in such a battle and were caught off guard and confused!

He Qimou, who was standing behind him, was getting a little furious. "How can this be? It's just the beginning. The new recruits haven't suffered any injuries yet, and more than ten of our men have already withdrawn from the battle! What a bunch of losers! If we lose, we'll be humiliated!"

He Qimou roared, "Damn it, you bastards! Show some spirit! If you lose, I'll fine you one month's salary!"

Hearing the captain's roar, the captains below also became anxious. They were specially picked by the captain. If they lost face for the prince and the captain in front of the prince, they would definitely not have a good ending!

The captain shouted and directed his men to charge forward and continue the fierce attack!

The new recruits were not at all confused and still maintained their original fighting state. They brought in the veterans one by one, and then beat them with sticks to make them withdraw from the battle obediently!

Another cup of tea passed, and more than ten people withdrew from the battle. If this continued, they would definitely lose. More than twenty people on their side had already withdrawn from the battle, while less than five new recruits had withdrawn from the battle!

He Qimou gritted his teeth and didn't care about anything else. Damn it, victory was the most important thing. If he really lost, even though the prince wouldn't chop off his head, he would never be able to hold his head up again!

He Qimou yelled at the captain, "Hebilu, change your tactics! Hit these new recruits hard! Hit them hard! Catch them off guard!"

Hebiru was startled and stammered, "Sir, this is an exercise..."

He Qimou shouted, "Fuck you! I know this is a drill. We're all using wooden sticks now, so no one will die. Even if one or two die, I can handle it! Fight with all your might! No matter the casualties!"

As Senggelinqin's personal guard, He Qimou still had some confidence. Although it was just acting, there would always be casualties in battle. If they died, they died. The worst that could happen to him was a beating.

Captain Hebiru quickly agreed and began to kill the new recruits.

Zhu Hai, who was behind, didn't expect that He Qimou actually had such intentions. The new recruits were really caught off guard. In a hurry, more than a dozen new recruits were beaten to the ground by the old soldiers with wooden sticks and couldn't get up.

Zhu Hai was shocked. "Oh my god! Damn it! How dare they play dirty tricks like that!"

Over the past few days, Zhu Hai has made tremendous progress in training with Liu Ye. He is no longer the same person he used to be. He is bold and careful. Seeing the veterans being so ruthless, he also made up his mind and shouted, "Brothers, if they try to sneak up on you, give them a good beating. Don't even let their leaders go. Take them all down! Even if it comes down to their heads, it's up to me. Beat them to death!"

For more than a month, these people have become brothers in life and death, and are very close to each other. When they saw that more than a dozen brothers were actually seriously injured by the other side, anger began to flash in their eyes. At Zhu Hai's command, dozens of people started to really take ruthless action!

In an instant, the direction of the wind on the field changed completely. It was no longer a shout, but a painful roar!

One veteran after another fell down under the beating of the new recruits, and an exercise turned into a group fight!

On the high platform at the back, Senggelinqin's face changed drastically, and now he was so gloomy that he looked like water could be squeezed out of him. Damn it, He Qimou is such a bastard. He can't beat the other person, so he uses such despicable tricks, which is a waste of my efforts!

Liu Ye was not worried at all. He was very confident in the fifty new recruits. Even if he could not win a landslide victory, he would have no problem defeating the opponent. It was just that He Qimou had evil intentions, which made Liu Ye look down on him. Win is win, lose is lose. Damn, did he really think that all his new recruits were wimps?