Two Hundred and Eleventh: Bandits, or Kill, or Capture (1)

Nongqin looked at Jiang Pengji firmly, and knelt down with straight knees, the wound on her shoulder was still oozing blood, sticking to her clothes.

"I beg the Lord to teach the slaves!"

Jiang Pengji looked at Nongqin with a half-smile, and looked at her unnaturally.

After a long time, she said, "What do you think I can teach you?"

Nongqin was startled, not understanding what she meant.

Jiang Pengji said, "You will practice hard, know how to work hard, and have a heart that refuses to admit defeat. Having these is enough. What I can teach you is just to tell you how to maximize your strengths and how to make your body strong. The rest is up to you."

Women's physical structure is indeed disadvantaged, but this does not mean that women are weak.

In Jiang Pengji's world, the federal military force was roughly divided into fourteen legions, and the head of the legion was the highest commanding officer, who was directly ordered by the general marshal. Each legion has different responsibilities. For example, the Seventh Legion led by Jiang Pengji belongs to the first-tier combat legion.

It can be said that apart from the general marshal, the regiment commander is the most influential figure at the pinnacle of power.

In Jiang Pengji's class, there were eight female army commanders and six male commanders.

The strong in the Federation are respected, regardless of gender.

Who can say that those legion commanders are female, so they are weaker than the other six male legion leaders?

In fact, Jiang Pengji's personal combat power ranks among the army commanders, and she can definitely squeeze into the top three.

Physiological structure is not absolute, it depends on whether there is a desire to become stronger.

"If others are stronger than you, then you learn how to shoot faster. If others are faster than you, then you learn how to kill people with one blow. If others are physically stronger than you, then you learn how to The art of war, how to lead troops in battle. Your eyes, never focus on your own shortcomings, and you don’t need to compare your own shortcomings with others’ strengths, it’s unnecessary.”

Every time Jiang Pengji said something, Nongqin's heart beat uncontrollably, as if something was about to burst out of its cocoon.

She said, "Get up, come to me and teach you, I should teach you something."

Nongqin got up, his knees covered in dust.

"I come to the farm every day to stay for a while. What you can learn depends entirely on yourself." Jiang Pengji raised her hand and squeezed the limbs of Qinqin, and said seriously, "The musculoskeletal condition is good, and there is still room for plasticity. After training , Do you have a massage?"

The massage list given by Jiang Pengji was not simple, it was prepared for the training of military cadets, it could maximize the training effect, stimulate muscle nerve activity, reduce the sequelae left over from the previous day's training, and achieve twice the result with half the effort.

After a long period of time, those who are slightly younger can also allow the body to develop again and effectively improve physical fitness.

Nongqin blushed, and said in a low voice, "Yes, the head coach saw that slave training was miserable, so he specially asked Zhuangzi's aunt to learn how to be a slave."

Although that kind of full-body massage is embarrassing, the effect is indeed remarkable.

The muscles are sore and swollen, it feels like taking a hot bath.

She thought she would be too tired to get up the next day, but she didn't want to get a good night's sleep, her limbs were only slightly sore.

This level of fatigue does not affect training at all.

Jiang Pengji smiled lightly, and praised, "Meng Hun is careful, you go down and treat the wound on your shoulder first, and apply some medicine."

Nongqin said respectfully.

"In half a month, it seems that it will be the selection of the corporal leader?"

Jiang Pengji looked at the charter she had made before, and it was true that the corps leader was selected once a month.

Meng Hun said, "Report to your lord, yes."

"Nongqin is also participating, let me know, whoever loses to her will be the one who washes the clothes after the change."

Meng Hun opened his mouth in a daze, and asked, "Although Lady Playing Qin is working hard, if she wants to win..."

She was at a disadvantage in terms of size alone.

Jiang Pengji said meaningfully, "It's not necessarily impossible to win."

No one knows better than her how to kill a person in the shortest time.

Even at a disadvantage, you can take the life of the enemy!

Since teach

Playing the piano, how can you not teach some dry goods?

Meng Hun's back felt chills, and he subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain why.

Cangzhou is one of the twenty-one counties in the six states of Dongqing. The commercial roads in the north are well-connected, and it has a relatively dense connection with northern Xinjiang. The goods in the two places are exchanged, which has attracted many merchants to do business, thereby promoting the prosperity of the local economy. It made Cangzhou a big state in Dongqing.

However, this kind of prosperous scene is gone forever. Today’s Cangzhou is full of depression and decadence. roadside.

Occasionally, rows of soldiers in Mengjiajun uniforms can be seen patrolling with guns. They searched suspicious pedestrians in a hurry, secretly embezzled property, took the opportunity to bully the people, seized the goods of merchants, and took the opportunity to extort money. .

The checkpoints in and out of Cangzhou, especially in Meng County, are heavily guarded. Because of the bandits' killing and looting, the people who had to leave their homes were stranded at the gate of the city, in twos and threes, with tattered and old clothes, yellow and emaciated, skinny, and numb eyes. .

"These damned...beasts!"

Avoiding those soldiers, a white-haired old beggar covered his face and sobbed, holding a child who was too skinny in his arms.

Taking a closer look, the child's face was pale and pale, with several mottled bruises on his face, his eyes were closed, and his breathing had stopped.

The little beggar was picked up by an old beggar. From babbling to the age of twelve now, he thought he would have someone to rely on for the rest of his life, but he never thought that his grandson was hungry and went out to beg secretly, accidentally soiling the shoes of a Meng family soldier. face, and was beaten to death by the opponent.

Where is this the patron saint who defends Dongqing and the people?

It was clearly a group of wolves, tigers and leopards in human skin, evil spirits from hell!

"What are you scolding, old bastard!"

A sharp-eared soldier heard some voices, and stepped forward, cursing.

The old beggar went all out and spat at the soldier, "Curse you bastards!"

After a while, a bloodstain spread out on the side of the road, and an old beggar with several holes was lying next to the corpse of a young beggar.

The refugee next to him was already numb. His eyes, which seemed to be pressed by wooden beads, did not move, just like wooden people.

At this time, there was a crisp sound of horseshoes outside the city gate.

The originally high-spirited guard became flattering and respectful like a mouse meeting a cat, nodding and bowing.

The riders galloped in regardless of the disorderly people.

"The little one has something important to report to the sheriff! Send it quickly!"

The rider’s eyes were red and bloodshot, his cheeks were covered with a layer of dusty oil, his hair was greasy, and his face was haggard. One could tell that he was riding a horse at full speed, traveling overnight for several days, without even caring Clean up the exterior. (To be continued.)