MTL - I Built a Territory in Ancient Times-Chapter 113 Festival

Come on, it’s only a few months left, it’s best to go there early, and you can breathe a sigh of relief. In the future, this kind of thing will never happen again.

"Commander Mo, actually, this king thinks that these people don't need to be accustomed to them. They are not convinced? Okay, just talk with your fists and beat them to be convinced, there is no need to be angry with them. Isn't it?" Ming Yu suggested.

It is also the same principle, the more accustomed to them, the more lawless they become. Although they are obstructing General Wei's explanation, they are respected on the surface, but what they think in private is uncertain. Mo Jiang clenched his fists. The lord was right. It would be good to repair them. After making up his mind, Mo Jiang felt a little relieved.

Back in the guard camp, it was already dark, handed over the horse to the guards, and was about to enter the tent when a dark shadow suddenly jumped out.

Mo Jiang was stunned for a moment, and immediately became alert. However, he heard Wei Yuanhuan's laughing ruffian voice: "Don't lead a busy man, Xiao Ke has been waiting for you for a long time."

Mo Jiang's face was expressionless, and the fist in his hand was clucking. It's good. It was delivered to the door, and he was very conscious.

"Come in with me!" Mo Jiang coldly dropped a sentence and went straight into the tent.

Wei Yuanhuan spat out the grassroots in his mouth, followed Mo Jiang into the tent, his face was very proud, I would like to see how you explain it.

Mo Jiang took off his cloak, threw it aside, and asked without looking back, "Why are you looking for me?"

"Commander Mo, we came to the **** camp to learn how to deal with the enemy, not to run and run all day and stand in line to win the enemy, so I don't understand why Commander Mo asked us to train these things. Please give me a explain…"

Before he could finish speaking, there was a sudden burst of fist blowing from his face. Wei Yuanhuan was taken aback, fortunately, the years of training in the army made him responsive and narrowly avoided. However, avoiding the top, but didn't notice the bottom, and then a pain in the lower abdomen, a fist hit him, and he stood unsteadily for a while, and was beaten back several steps.

Wei Yuanhuan looked at Mo Jiang in disbelief, why did this person not follow the rules, he said he would do it?

Mo Jiang withdrew his hand at this time, and showed a smile on his active wrist, "Come on, if you beat me, I will explain it to you."

Wei Yuanhuan was not convinced, "You didn't follow the rules and attacked?"

Mo Jiang was disdainful, "The enemy will teach you rules on the battlefield?"

When it comes to fights, Wei Yuanhuan has always been afraid of fights, "Just fight, am I still afraid of you?"

After he finished speaking, he rubbed his body up, and the two of you punched and kicked me, and then gestured in the spacious tent.

Wei Yuanhuan is a direct descendant of the Wei family, and the Wei family focuses on training people, and he still has some skills. When he was stationed in the army before, no one dared to fight with the son of the Wei family. On weekdays, he is still a little complacent about his skills.

Now Mo Jiang can't control so much. If you care about your son and young master, if it falls into his hands, don't blame him for being rude. He was determined to beat him down, but he wanted to see if this person would dare to show off in front of him in the future.

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It is said that Wei Yuanhuan's boxing skills are not bad, and every move and style are all the same, but he met Mo Jiang. Moreover, Mo Jiang made up his mind again, and insisted on making Wei Yuanhuan suffer, so every move greeted the most vulnerable part of his body.

Fist to the flesh, move to the point. Wei Yuanhuan was beaten and retreated.

After a short while, Wei Yuanhuan was unable to resist, was thrown over his shoulder by Mo Jiang, and then lay down on the ground with his neck down, unable to move. Mo Jiang retracted his fist on his face and sneered, "Are you satisfied?"

Wei Yuanhuan's bones seemed to fall apart at this time, he tilted his head and spat out **** spittle, screaming, "It's despicable and shameless, it's all rude tricks."

Wei Yuanhuan had never seen such a rogue style of play, kicking and locking his throat, hitting his waist and raising his crotch. Where is the right way to play in the military? What's the difference between the methods used by the hooligans on the street?

Mo Jiang was angry and funny, let him go, stood up, "Remember, no matter what, you don't need to pay attention to the spirit of a gentleman in order to overcome the enemy and win. As long as you can win, how can you care whether it is a gentleman or a villain? When facing the enemy, many Sometimes it's a deadly move, and if you can't control the enemy, you'll only get beaten, and even more serious, you'll have to end your life."

What Mo Jiang said was very reasonable, Wei Yuanhuan had to admit, but this still subverted his three views. He slowly got up and sat up, there was no part of his body that didn't hurt. He cursed to himself in his heart, but couldn't say anything to refute Mo Jiang.

"As for your question, when will I be able to beat me, and when will I clear up your doubts?" Mo Jiang happily packed him up, feeling very happy, and patted him on the shoulder amicably.

Being photographed like this, I don't know if it was intentional or not, but it happened to be on his sore spot. Wei Yuanhuan grinned and held back the pain with a ferocious face. He remembered this.

"Okay! I'll fight you another day." Wei Yuanhuan said unconvinced, "I don't believe I can't beat you."

"There's no need for another day." Mo Jiang pondered: "Tomorrow, let one of the garrison count as one, and compete with the brothers in our guard camp. If one of you can win, you don't need to train with the new recruits in the future. How about training with the soldiers of the guard battalion?"

Wei Yuanhuan's eyes lit up, "Is this true?"

They came to the **** camp mainly to learn to improve their combat power. What is the use of putting them in the recruits to train and run with the recruits? If what Commander Mo said is true, maybe this time is still an opportunity.

Mo Jiang nodded, if you **** can win a game, he won't need to be the commander of the guards.

Now that it was settled, Wei Yuanhuan limped out, and he wanted to tell everyone the news. I can't believe it, these people are considered skilled in the garrison, and it is impossible to win a game.

Early in the morning the next day, the training ground was already full of people, no matter the old or the new, everyone came.

Wei Yuanhuan was repaired by Mo Jiang yesterday, and was carried by two people at this time. Yesterday, it was fine when I left the tent, and I was able to move it back. Later, when I fell asleep, my whole body was in bad shape. Although I couldn’t see any injuries on my body, the bones and meridians all over my body hurt everywhere, and I couldn’t fall asleep after tossing and turning.

This morning, I was thinking about the big event that was promised, so I was relieved to have a look at the scene, so I had someone come to help me. His face was really burning with panic, and it was the first time he was beaten like this since he was a child. Fortunately, Mo Jiang still had room to start, otherwise he would have to lie on the bed for ten days and a half months.

The rules of the competition are very simple, that is, a small circle is drawn on the ground, and the brothers in the garrison can choose any brothers from the guard camp to challenge it. As long as one person is beaten out of the circle, it will be regarded as a loss.

The training ground was lively and lively, and the recruits were all excited and gearing up, ready to watch the fun.

Wei Yuanhuan couldn't play, so he could only lift a chair and sit aside. Seeing the bruises on his face, everyone did not dare to make a sound. What he said to the outside world was that he asked Commander Mo to discuss, but he accidentally missed and was injured like this. Commander Mo is too powerful, right? He can beat people like this even by sparring with them. If he is ruthless, will there be a way for people to survive? In the future, it is still necessary to shy away from Commander Mo.

Commander Mo, who was not far away, looked at him coolly. Wei Yuanhuan felt a sudden shock in his heart for no reason, feeling that the injuries all over his body hurt even more. Thinking of the way he was cruel to himself, he couldn't get tough, and he didn't even dare to look back.

Not much to say, the rules of the competition are already here, Mo Jiang said directly to start, and then let them play freely.

The people in the guard camp were all eager to try, craned their necks and waited, just hoping which little **** would choose him for the competition, but Zhou Dandan almost jumped out and shouted to choose me and choose me.

The people stationed in the army are not fools, persimmons are soft-touching, and Boss Wei also instructed them that as long as they can win even one game, they can stop running every day and stand in the army every day. Instead, you can follow the soldiers of the **** camp to do obstacle training or field survival training, which is exciting enough to think about.

Didn't General Wei say it? To let them learn the skills of the **** army, what kind of flowers can they practice with those recruits all day long?

Therefore, in order to win the game, there is nothing to worry about, and when picking opponents, try to choose a match that looks a little weaker. Zhou Dan is tall and strong. At first glance, he is not easy to deal with. For the sake of safety, he directly filtered it out.

Even Li Mandu was dragged to the competition because he was not very tall, so angry that Zhou Daan wanted to scold his mother directly. Why are these people so blind? Just don't choose yourself as your opponent.

The competition has already begun, and the garrison is defeated one by one. They never thought that the current **** army would be so strong. I think when they first came here for the garrison confrontation exercise, they easily defeated the guard battalion, and now