Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1157: 2 troops mobilized, the demonic tide presses in!

On the training ground, the leaders from all sides had been waiting for a while.

Jin Yanshan stood at the front. He had changed to a new knife, which was not yet comfortable to hold, but it was already usable.

Lieyang Hong stood beside him with his arms crossed, his armor gleaming with a dark red luster in the sunlight, like a piece of iron that had been heated through.

On the ground between the two, there were still golden knife marks left from when Zhang Yuan casually pressed them back that day.

Qin Yue stood on the other side, leaning on a long, black sword, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Zhang, the men are all here. What do we do? You give the order."

Zhang Yuan stood under the black flag in the center of the training ground, looked around, and spoke his first words.

“From today onwards, these 200,000 people will no longer belong to any general’s mansion, any tribe, or any family.”

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone on the vast training ground could hear him clearly.

"Organize into seven battalions. Battalions 1 to 3 on the left will be responsible for the main attack. Battalions 1 to 3 on the right will be responsible for the main defense."

"The central battalion will provide mobile support. Battalion commanders will be selected based on their battle merits. We will not consider background or seniority, but only how many monsters you can kill on the battlefield."

After the order to reorganize was issued, the drill ground immediately erupted in chaos.

The light cavalry of Jinyu Prefecture and the border troops of Qingtian Pass were mixed together.

The heavy infantry of Burning Sky Fortress and the hunters of the Ancestral Tribes are woven together.

This has never happened before.

Different armies have different fighting styles and habits. Forcing them together will only result in poor coordination; it would be a miracle if they didn't fight.

Zhang Yuan did not explain.

He simply walked alone to the center of the drill ground when the battalions began to form ranks.

Then he started boxing.

He practiced the most basic military boxing style, Ironclad Boxing.

This set of boxing techniques is the introductory boxing technique that every Qin soldier learns on their first day of enlistment. It is so simple that it doesn't even have many moves.

Of the 200,000 people present, at least half had practiced this style of boxing.

But as Zhang Yuan practiced this set of boxing moves, all the noise in the training ground gradually subsided.

Because at the moment he threw his punch—

The force of the punch tore through the air, producing a low, sharp whistle.

It was like the roar of an ancient, ferocious beast deep underground.

The soldiers standing at the front felt a gust of wind hit them, making it almost impossible for them to stand.

They instinctively took a step back, then another—

They knew perfectly well that Zhang Yuan's punch wasn't aimed at them, but their bodies still moved backward uncontrollably.

Because the force of that punch was terrifying.

The energy gathered on the fist could be felt even from dozens of feet away.

When that punch was thrown, the rubble on the ground jumped up, as if an invisible giant hand had slammed down on the earth!

Then he withdrew his fist.

Not even a whistle was stirred up.

The exertion and application of force are all within a single thought.

Two hundred thousand people fell silent.

No one argued anymore. Everyone was watching the figure practicing boxing in the center of the training ground.

That wasn't a performance.

That's to tell everyone what real combat power is.

Lieyang Hong's eyelids twitched as he watched.

He was a half-step Venerable, and he was confident that he could also unleash such powerful punches.

But he couldn't control his emotions as well as Zhang Yuan.

It would take him at least three breaths to recover the force of that punch.

But when Zhang Yuan pulled back his fist, it was as if he had never thrown the punch at all.

This control over power was far beyond his comprehension.

Jin Yanshan's expression became even more complicated.

He touched the newly replaced knife at his waist, silently comparing himself to Zhang Yuan again in his mind, and then came to a conclusion that made him very uncomfortable. Zhang Yuan probably hadn't even used ten percent of his strength in that strike.

The training officially began that afternoon.

Zhang Yuan summoned the commanders of the Seventh Battalion to him and confirmed their identities one by one.

The first battalion on the left is Lieyang Hong of Fentianbao, the second battalion on the left is Qin Yue of Qingtianguan, and the third battalion on the left is Jin Yanshan of Jinyufu.

The three commanders of the right battalion were selected from the early tribes and the remnants of the Stone Fortress.

The position of commander of the central camp was left vacant.

Zhang Yuan turned his head and looked at Tuoba Shan, who was squatting on the ground sharpening his knife at the edge of the crowd: "Tuoba Shan, Zhongying is yours."

Tuoba Shan paused for a moment, his hand holding the whetstone.

He looked up at Zhang Yuan, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just nodded silently without refusing.

The training lasted for a full seven days.

On the first day, the Seventh Battalion split up for training, each practicing their own methods.

The first battalion on the left practiced frontal charges. Lie Yanghong, carrying a giant sword as wide as a door panel, personally led the charge for twelve rounds, smashing all the target walls on the side of the training ground, with debris flying out and scattering all over the ground.

The Second Battalion on the left was practicing positional advances. Qin Yue arranged the shield formation into an impenetrable iron wall, pressing forward step by step.

The Third Battalion on the left practiced mounted archery and flanking maneuvers. Jin Yanshan rode his golden warhorse at breakneck speed across the training ground, his scimitar drawing a gleaming arc in the air.

The right wing suffered the most.

The hunters of the early tribes were used to fighting individually, and making them line up in neat rows to defend themselves was more painful than killing them.

At the end of the first day of training, an old hunter threw his shield to the ground, squatted down, and smoked in silence, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

The central battalion was the best-coordinated of the seven battalions.

The three thousand soldiers of the Bai Shuang clan were all organized into the central camp. They had experienced the bloody battle of Canglang Plain and had also learned Zhang Yuan's "品" formation, so they were already experienced in formation warfare.

They can spread out and gather back together; Tuoba Shan can change formations with just a shout.

The next day, Zhang Yuan began having the neighboring battalions practice in pairs.

The coordination was a complete mess.

When the first battalion on the left charged, the shield formation of the second battalion on the left had not yet been deployed, and they were almost knocked over by their own men.

When the cavalry archers of the third battalion on the left flanked the enemy, arrows flew into the right battalion's position, infuriating the old hunters of the right battalion who were about to curse with their bows raised.

Throughout the day, the commanders of each battalion did not look too good.

On the third night, Zhang Yuan summoned all the commanders of the seven battalions to the central command tent.

He didn't say anything, but simply spread out a map of the Canglang Plain made of animal hide, and then said, "Starting tomorrow, each battalion will take turns acting as the hypothetical enemy in actual combat."

Qin Yue frowned: "You'll get hurt."

Zhang Yuan looked at him and calmly replied, "It's better than death."

Qin Yue remained silent for a moment, then did not object further.

On the morning of the fourth day, several distinct combat zones were marked out on the training ground.

The Black Flag Battalion and the Red Flag Battalion were arrayed separately.

The battle raged from morning until dusk, and countless wooden weapons from both sides were broken.

Dozens of people were carried off the field, but not one of them complained.

On the fifth day, the first wave of assault teams, composed of elite troops from various battalions, were able to complete the entire set of tactical maneuvers from assembly and infiltration to encirclement within half an hour.

On the evening of the sixth day, the large-scale joint training of 200,000 people was finally able to go through the entire process from beginning to end without any obvious disconnect or chaos.

On the seventh day, Zhang Yuan stopped all drills and allowed the entire army to rest.

Late at night, he sat alone on the city wall, gazing at the purplish-black horizon to the north.

The line was a little closer than it had been seven days ago.

He held the Zhenyue Token in his hand, the fine lines on the token gleaming dimly in the night.

He looked down at the token and suddenly spoke, "Did you wait like this back then?" (End of Chapter)