Beidaying.


    In such a large camp, 100000 soldiers were divided into more than ten large and small squares.


    The training generals of their own square array command the recruits of their own square array to practice the instruments of their own arms.


    The recruits in the Modao camp, holding long knives, work very hard when waving them.


    In the roaring scream, the killing intention of Zhentian scattered.


    Each of the bow camp doors held the full moon string bow, riveted their strength, held their breath, desperately stretched the bow string and practiced their physical strength.


    As for the other soldiers, they waved their swords and halberds and ran back and forth in the school field.


    For a time, there was a lot of noise in the big school.


    In the war symphony, the sound of fighting is deafening.


    The king of the Tang Dynasty and his officials, who were still outside Yuanmen gate, looked at each other with a knowing smile.


    This is like the roar of thunder, the war spirit is awe inspiring and magnificent.


    There are already some veterans.


    The king of Tang got off the carriage slowly. The guard at the gate of Yuan quickly took the reins of the horse and said.


    "I''ve seen the king of Tang."


    The accompanying officials followed and got down from the carriage.


    More than a dozen guards rushed up, drove more than a dozen carriages and settled down.


    The camp guard arched his hand.


    "I don''t know your Majesty''s coming. Please forgive me. I''ll report it to general Tang."


    The king of Tang waved his hand slightly.


    "It''s not necessary. I just came to watch on a whim."


    The guard answered and stepped aside.


    The king of the Tang Dynasty marched with his officials through the rows of horses, and came to the soldiers'' sleeping place.


    On the lines, the clothes were dried neatly. In front of houses, objects are placed neatly, and doors and windows are clean.


    The whole gives people a new feeling.


    Seeing this, Fang Xuanling praised.


    "Tut Tut, it''s unexpected that these soldiers are so self disciplined!"


    Yuchi Jingde echoed.


    "Isn''t it? It''s so clean that it''s more orderly than my house."


    A joke made everyone laugh.


    Through the sleeping place, the king of Tang took his ministers to the general''s platform, and what came into view was a vast sea of people.


    Hundreds of thousands of soldiers lined up in a square array, like a surging ocean.


    Banners swayed, the square array churned, people roared and shouted like a dynasty.


    The soldiers were vigorous and energetic, and worked very hard in practice.


    There was something of a martial arts aristocratic family between picking and chopping.


    The roaring cry of blood stimulated the eardrums of the ministers, and the passionate fighting spirit impacted everyone''s eyes.


    The king of the Tang Dynasty looked down on the recruits from a distance. His heart was agitated and smiled.


    "This is the real hot-blooded man of Datang!"


    Gao Shilian was also vaguely moved. He stared at the surging and fluctuating crowd and said happily.


    "Over the years, the level of Datang''s practice is only available in March. It''s incredible that Tang Hao can reach it in seven days."


    Even Li Jing, who was silent and speechless, could not stop the warm blood surging in her heart at the moment and sighed.


    "Even so on the seventh day. After three months, this army can be finalized."


    "I don''t know what will happen then."


    The party stood there and watched for a long time.


    Wu Tong quickly stepped onto the general''s stage from one side and bowed and arched his hands.


    "Yes, your majesty."


    "I don''t know if your majesty has come and hasn''t been far away. Please forgive me."


    The king of Tang looked at Wu Tong in front of him and said with a smile.


    "Tang Hao, where are people?"


    Wu Tong answered truthfully.


    "Tell your majesty that general Tang teaches the school captains the art of war in the big account of the middle army."


    After talking, Wu Tong paused slightly and said.


    "Minister, go here and tell general Tang."


    The king of Tang waved and smiled.


    "No need."


    "Tang Hao has something to do, so he''ll do it."


    After that, the king of Tang pointed to the training soldiers in the distance and said.


    "I see that these soldiers have a model and a certain climate."


    "Then show me which of the two thousand soldiers Tang Hao taught himself?"


    Wu Tong glanced slightly and said.


    "These soldiers are trained by the training generals according to the routine. The soldiers brought by general Tang are not here."


    As soon as the voice fell, the king of Tang was stunned.


    The ministers behind them looked at each other with suspicious faces.


    A moment later.


    Gao Shilian asked.


    "Is it true that the soldiers brought by Tang Hao are not routine training? They are not in the school?"


    Wu Tong was embarrassed and said.


    "That''s right. According to general Tang, this team is the elite of these armies."


    "If you have practiced the existing methods, you will not improve much."


    "The team led by general Tang must be different, and its combat effectiveness is more than twice that of ordinary soldiers."


    When that comes out.


    Everyone took a breath.


    At present, the growth rate of this team has exceeded people''s imagination, and Tang Hao should improve again on this basis.


    What a terrible existence that would be.


    Thinking of this, the curiosity in the hearts of the ministers suddenly surged into their hearts.


    At this moment, the curious heart of the king of Tang was fully mobilized. The light in his eyes incited him, and he was vaguely excited, Lang said.


    "Take me to see this magical team."