Transmigration begins with archery training

Zuojun Thousand-Household Office, Poyang County.

barracks.

"Brother Bin!"

Chen Sanshi reports on time.

Xu Bin, his hand on the sword at his waist, frowned slightly at the intimate address of "brother": "From now on, in the military, we'll use your rank."

"Alright, Officer Xu!"

Chen Sanshi didn't care.

"Ah."

Xu Bin nodded in satisfaction, his face still expressionless: "Go change into your armor, then gather at the training ground. The centurion will teach you martial arts."

"it is good."

Chen Sanshi found a corner and started changing his clothes, putting on the armor he had received earlier.

Although it's called armor, the main body is still cotton cloth, except that it has nails on the surface.

This type of armor is also known as cloth armor or dark armor.

As for real armor, like the kind seen in TV dramas, only military generals could wear it.

The assembly call sounded.

Chen Sanshi had just finished changing his clothes.

Upon arriving at the training ground, a wide, flat expanse of yellow clay had already gathered about thirty people, scattered in various places. Some were full of energy, while others were listless; some were tall and strong, while others were as thin as a rake.

About half of them were locals, and more than half did not seem to be from Poyang County.

"Stand still, stand still."

Soldiers came to direct the crowd to line up.

Immediately afterwards, a fat man with a mustache led the way, followed by two officers, and they walked out one after the other.

He raised his voice and introduced himself: "My surname is Wang, my given name is Zhi, you can call me Commander Wang."

I will be responsible for teaching you the basic martial arts of the border troops.

The stance training materials were distributed yesterday, and you should all have received them. After the stance training, there is spear technique. Practicing both together will give you the complete basic spear technique for soldiers.

Today, I will demonstrate it to you myself.

The fat centurion assumed a horse stance, his bulky body as steady as Mount Tai, and his stance training was fluid and flawless.

"Next is marksmanship."

He reached out and caught a short pistol thrown to him by an officer next to him.

This gun is about 2.5 meters long, not exceeding 3 meters, so it can still be considered a short gun.

Just moments before, Commander Wang had been as steady as a mountain, but the moment he took the Plum Blossom Spear, he became incredibly agile. The iron spear in his hand thrust out like a storm, the sound of it tearing through the air echoing throughout the entire training ground.

The crowd was stunned; it was the first time they had ever witnessed true martial arts.

Before they could even react, a set of spear techniques combined with stance training was demonstrated.

"Gone?"

Everyone watched as Commander Wang threw away his iron spear, clearly indicating he wasn't going to explain in any further detail.

So fast, who could possibly see it clearly?

Ignoring the murmurs below, Wang Zhi cleared his throat and said in a deep voice:

"Let me tell you about the assessment criteria for new recruits."

"Three days of stance training and seven days of spear technique; those who can smoothly execute both spear technique and stance training within ten days are called warriors; the rest are called infantry."

"Military soldiers are paid a monthly salary of three taels of silver and are given a bowl of tonic every seven days. They can be promoted to officers in the future based on their cultivation or merits."

"in addition.

"Among you, whoever is the first to cultivate the first wisp of Qi and blood will be directly promoted to a flag officer and will also be eligible for next year's selection of vanguards."

He's promoted directly to banner officer!

Hearing this, everyone was very interested.

Who wouldn't want to become an official right away?

As for the subsequent "selection of forwards" qualification, few people understand it.

The centurion on the stage didn't seem to have any intention of explaining.

Finally, from the crowd, a thin man with a goatee began to explain in a drawn-out tone:

"This selection process is all about choosing the elite! Three years ago, after the Grand Marshal took command of the entire Northern Territory, he began selecting elites from various garrisons. Those who succeed in the selection can directly enter the Heavenly Strategy Camp and become Grand Marshal Sun's personal disciples!"

"Tch! I thought I could become a high-ranking official and make a fortune."

"That's right, everyone knows that the Eighth Battalion faces the barbarians head-on and has to risk their lives every day. I'm not going."

Some people were greatly disappointed.

"You know nothing!"

"To go far in martial arts, one needs the guidance of a strong figure like Commander Sun and the support of the resources of the Eight Great Camps."

"That's right, how can you get ahead without working hard?"

"..."

Another group of people refuted this.

"Alright, I've taught you everything I needed to."

Wang Baihu interrupted them, saying impatiently, "From now on, you can practice on your own."

"If you don't understand the specific techniques of stance training and spear fighting, just go and ask the flag officer for guidance, ha—"

After saying that, he yawned, rubbed his shoulders and scratched his back, and left.

"That's it?"

"What did you just teach us?"

Everyone looked at each other.

The entire teaching process takes no more than twenty minutes, without even a single detailed explanation or slow-motion demonstration. Who the hell could possibly learn that?

They practice stance training, and each of them has a booklet to copy the movements.

But what about marksmanship?

Who can remember that?

Someone went to Xiaoqi for advice.

I asked and found out it cost money.

A demonstration costs thirty coins, while a hands-on lesson costs fifty coins.

Prices are clearly stated, and there is no deception of the young or old.

Upon hearing that money was required, most people were immediately discouraged.

If a family is wealthy and can afford to eat, who would want to join the army?

Of course, there are also a few ambitious people who want to become soldiers and are willing to pay money to learn every movement of stance training.

Chen Sanshi was speechless at the absurd scene before him.

That's a military unit!

This can be used to make money?

No wonder the garrisons have become increasingly corrupt and their combat effectiveness has declined.

He couldn't help but shake his head.

Fortunately, Chen Sanshi had a photographic memory and didn't need anyone to explain things to him.

He took a deep breath, braced himself, and the familiar burning sensation returned.

He had memorized every move Wang Baihu had made, and now he was checking himself to make up for any omissions or errors.

Only after confirming that everything is correct can you begin practicing new movements.

Within half an hour, half of the thirty-odd people on the training ground had collapsed. For most people, the burden that stance training places on the body is unbearable.

Of course, there are also many people who persist.

Chen Sanshi keenly observed this.

There was a boy even younger than him who practiced stance training at a speed only slightly slower than him, and whose breathing frequency was different from his own, as if he had some special tricks.

Upon close comparison, it was found to be extremely similar to what Wang Baihu had shown.

He had previously noticed that the centurion's aura was long and deep, and thought it was a characteristic of someone who practiced martial arts, but now it seemed that it was very likely part of a cultivation technique.

"Are we training in a crippled way?"

"What do you mean?"

Chen Sanshi looked at the flag officers waiting to collect their money at the edge of the training ground, and he immediately understood.

Breathing techniques will most likely cost money...

"They really pluck feathers from a passing goose!"

"However, according to Uncle Xu, it's much easier to learn something in the military camp than in a martial arts school."

"Let's learn the stance training first."

He was confident in becoming a soldier, but he wasn't 100% certain that he wouldn't be directly promoted to banner officer and qualify for the vanguard.

Work hard!

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not far away.

Inside the tent.

Four or five officers sat around a table drinking and eating meat.

Just as they were enjoying themselves, the tent was suddenly ripped open.

A high-ranking general in chainmail strode in.

The officers immediately put down their wine and meat, stood up in unison, clasped their hands in salute, and said, "Commander!"

Qianhu Xiang Tingchun frowned as he looked at the mess inside the camp. He immediately launched into a tirade: "You worthless bastards! You never train your soldiers or practice martial arts, all you do is drink! If you're so bored, go to Poyang County and help the city guards find the barbarian assassins!"

The group of centurions lowered their heads, not daring to utter a sound.

Xiang Tingchun scanned them one by one, his gaze finally settling on a middle-aged officer: "Commander Luo, I have already submitted your promotion to deputy commander to the Grand Commander, and we should receive a reply soon."

"Thank you, Master Qianhu!"

The middle-aged officer's eyes lit up with surprise.

"Ah."

Xiang Tingchun nodded, and then said to everyone, "In recent years, the barbarians have been constantly harassing us. Our Great Sheng Dynasty is in dire need of manpower. You people should stop thinking about earning a pittance and teach what you need to teach."

"Yes, Lord Sengoku is right."

The officers echoed this sentiment.

Xiang Tingchun shook his head, lifted the curtain, and left.

Within three seconds, the officers raised their glasses of wine again: "Come on, everyone, let's toast Commander Luo with a bowl! Congratulations in advance on his promotion to Deputy Commander!"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

They all congratulated Luo Baihu.

Only when Wang Zhi was toasting did he mutter something silently and secretly spit on the ground.