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The Duke of Zhenguo looked a little unhappy, but since the Emperor had spoken, he had no choice but to respond.

I originally thought that even if Ling Xuan had enough food and clothing, he wouldn't be able to do anything special in a month, so I didn't send anyone to inquire about the news.

I didn't expect that this guy was quite capable. In just one month, he not only brought together the hearts of the people in the entire camp outside Beijing, but also boosted the morale of the soldiers.

Looking at the soldiers' physiques and their training enthusiasm, given their condition, they could probably knock out their own versions from a month ago with one punch.

The Duke of Zhenguo, fearing he would lose face, called out a few of his personal soldiers with better martial arts skills to serve the emperor.

"To prevent any insider information from affecting the outcome of the competition, the candidates for the Beijing Suburban Camp will be randomly selected by you. Duke Zhenguo, please pick any soldier and I will see the results of this month's training."

The Duke of Zhenguo glanced at the soldiers below and picked out a man of medium build, who was not too strong but definitely not too thin.

"The rules of the match are close combat, no weapons allowed, and only when necessary, no physical harm can be done."

Leng Qing looked down upon the personal soldier chosen by the Duke of Zhenguo as soon as he saw the vicious look in his eyes.

The soldiers who were called ran over somewhat flattered.

Everyone looked at the neatly dressed personal guards of the Yan family and the ordinary soldiers who were panting, and thought that this competition was a foregone conclusion.

"Anyone within a fifteen-step radius loses, or automatically concedes."

Leng Qingyi didn't even wait for the soldier to catch his breath before shouting the start of the game.

Ling Xuan asked someone to mark out the competition venue and he went up to act as the referee.

He also saw the viciousness in the eyes of the personal soldier. It didn't matter if he lost, but he couldn't let his soldiers suffer any damage.

I don't know whether to say that the Duke of Zhenguo was unlucky, or that the soldier was gifted, or that the Yan family's personal soldiers were not well trained. Within twenty moves, the soldier was not at a disadvantage at all.

Leng Qingyi nodded with great satisfaction. Everyone except the Duke of Zhenguo looked at the shirtless young man with admiration.

Listening to the sound of punches hitting flesh makes people feel uncomfortable all over.

In the end, they won a narrow victory after their personal soldier was eliminated. The Duke of Zhenguo's face was extremely ugly.

The personal soldiers he chose had good martial arts skills, and the people on the opposite side were not only chosen by him at random, but were also undergoing physical training and went on the field without even catching their breath.

It's really embarrassing for him to lose despite having such a big advantage.

"The spirit of the people under the Duke of Zhenguo who care for the younger generation is worthy of our learning. The winner will be rewarded with ten taels of silver."

The young man, who was still recovering from winning the competition, suddenly brightened up when he heard about the reward of ten taels of silver. Without anyone reminding him, he kowtowed to Leng Qingyi.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward."

"You are doing well. I am optimistic about you. Go down and rest."

Leng Qing turned his head and looked at the Duke of Zhenguo provocatively, and the Duke of Zhenguo's face became even darker.

"The Duke of Zhenguo will select four more to compete with."

"The Emperor chooses."

"Okay, eighth in the first row, second in the fourth row, fifth in the sixth row, and last in the last row."

After a total of five competitions, the Duke of Zhenguo's personal soldiers lost two and won three. It was not shameful but not very impressive either.

From the first game on, the soldiers who were training stopped training and watched the competition.

The soldiers who were called out fought with all their might, as if they had been injected with chicken blood, causing those personal soldiers to suffer a lot.

"What do you think of General Ling's training methods?"

"General Ling is young and promising, and this method is indeed very effective."

"But on the battlefield, it's all about swords and spears, and hand-to-hand combat is rare."

"That's true, Your Majesty. A strong body alone can only hold you back a few more blows on the battlefield."

"Then find five more people to use sticks as weapons and try it, and you'll know the result." Leng Qing turned around and looked at the Duke of Zhenguo, and his meaning was self-evident.

"Your Majesty, the soldiers of the Divine Machine Battalion are all proficient in all eighteen kinds of weapons. Why not take this opportunity to see how strong the Divine Machine Battalion is?"

Leng Qing turned around and looked for Ji Yechen in the crowd.

"Let's compete. Who is afraid of who? The soldiers of my Shenji Battalion are the best at using various weapons."

"General Ji, please choose someone."

"Ling Xuan, call out the five strongest people here to compete. This general doesn't want to be accused of bullying others."

The Duke of Zhenguo, who was implied, put away his expression of watching the show and just stood there with a straight face.

A fight with weapons is indeed more interesting than hand-to-hand combat.

What is surprising is that the first man who was chosen is also among the five strongest people selected by Ling Xuan.

In five matches, he lost four and won only one, and the only win was also won by that man.

Leng Qingyi's interest was immediately piqued. He looked up and down but found no signs of martial arts training since childhood.

"What's your name, where do you live, and how long have you been in the army?"

"Your Majesty, my name is Nian Dashan. I live in the suburbs of Beijing and have been in the army for a year."

"Did you learn martial arts when you were young?"

"Not yet."

"I have taken a fancy to General Ling. I wonder if you can let him go?"

Nian Dashan was flattered and looked at the emperor and then at Ling Xuan, and was a little at a loss for a moment.

"Your Majesty, all land under heaven belongs to the king, and all the people in the world are his subjects. I have no objection."

Leng Qing turned around and looked at Nian Dashan who was at a loss.

"What do you think?"

"Your Majesty, may I ask what you want me to do? If I want to be a eunuch in the palace, can you wait until I have a child in two years? I am the only son in my family..."

Nian Dashan became less and less confident as he spoke, and he hung his head in disbelief.

Leng Qingyi was amused by the young man's honesty.

"Don't worry, I don't lack eunuchs in my palace, but I do need people in my personal guard. Are you willing to work in my personal guard?"

Nian Dashan breathed a sigh of relief. As long as his father-in-law didn't go anywhere, it would be fine as long as he was paid.

"Your Majesty, I am willing."

"Ji Yechen, recruit him."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Ji Yechen patted Nian Dashan on the shoulder and placed him in the team led by An Ba.

Ling Xuan demonstrated more than just physical fitness, he also demonstrated formation, horseback archery, etc.

The all-round excellence leaves nothing to be desired.

"Hahaha, with two such outstanding young generals like you and Ji Yechen under my command, I have no worries about the prosperity of my country."

Seeing that the emperor was so happy, the others didn't want to say anything to disturb his mood.

But everyone had their own calculations in mind.

"Rest here. General Ling will take care of lunch. There's no need to go into detail about what the soldiers will eat. We'll continue on our journey in an hour."

Lunch consisted of one meat dish and one vegetable dish for each person, along with two coarse grain steamed buns the size of an adult's fist, and a soup. It wasn't very sumptuous, but it filled the soldiers up.

This is a hundred times better than the two watery meals a day we used to have.

Leng Qing tasted it and felt that it tasted okay. Although it was not as good as the imperial kitchen, it was not bad either.

Among a group of picky women, a woman who ate with big mouthfuls was extremely eye-catching.

Zhongli Yuan, who was following Leng Qingyi, also noticed it, but the moment he saw the woman's face clearly, Zhongli Yuan's hand loosened and the steamed bun fell to the ground.