Chapter 638 Famous Day

The usual training subjects of Shenshu Camp are very different from that of other Beijing camps. The training methods of endurance, willpower, survivability and other training methods in later armies have been copied by Song Nan. Twenty miles of training, heavy marching, and survival in the wild are all regular subjects, so the soldiers of the Shenshu Battalion are as thin as monkey spirits, tanned like black charcoal heads, and ridiculed as beggars camp.

But in fact, Song Nan will personally ask about whether it is food nutrition or safeguard measures. The reason why they are monkey spirits is purely the result of hard training. The body's five fats have been consumed, and the rest are hard tendons. Although they look thin, they are full of muscles in the bones.

In the Shenshu camp, they attach great importance to the battle array or the small team of three, four or five people. In the case of mediocre ability, this kind of collaborative operation can most immediately reflect the power, as evidence that Xu Guangzuo, who fought in the battle just now, has no power to fight back.

Another important point is the training of personal ability. Song Nan has long told Jiang Bin and Xu Tai that there must be a thousand troops and horses that can destroy the camp at a critical time. It's not polite to say that the others will die as cannon fodder. As long as this soldier and horse are not destroyed, the Shenshu Camp will not lose.

Song Nan doesn't want to make a special force come out, that's unnecessary. What Song Nan hopes for is a brave army that absolutely obeys orders. At the same time, these people must also have the ability to run fast, jump high, ride horses, shoot arrows, fight and play swords and tricks, and these 500 elite soldiers are selected according to these conditions.

So many days of suffering after the start of the martial arts competition have proved their excellence, and what they have taught has also come in handy; and now when facing the heroic fighting camp, the high-intensity and strict training of the Shenshu camp immediately reflects his role.

The soldiers of the Shenshu battalion use martial arts, which is different from the simple movements of general army training to chop and assassinate. The soldiers of the Shenshu battalion learn the art of fighting. Song Nan spent a lot of money to hire famous teachers to teach, and selected dozens of simple, practical and rough fighting tricks from their tricks to promote them in the army; today is exactly this When you show your skills with some tricks.

When there was no judge to interfere, the soldiers of Shenshu Battalion no longer used those wooden sword weapons at all. They threw down these things one after another and attacked the soldiers of the fighting camp empty-handed, which was much better than holding those hardships.

"Ouch, my arm."

"Oh, my finger is broken."

"Fuck you, you really did it. My joints are dislocated..."

A sad scream resounded through the battlefield, and many people collapsed on the ground crying, but they could no longer join the battle because of sprains or fractures. The soldiers of the Fighting Camp were frightened, but their hands were not ambiguous. The wooden sword greeted the other party's eyes, ears and neck and other fragile key parts, and many soldiers of the Shenshu Battalion also fell to the ground and were not seriously injured.

Both sides consciously abided by the principle of not attacking after falling to the ground, dragging the injured soldiers out of the battlefield one after another, turning their heads and fighting again, compared with real knives. The battle of gun killing is not inferior at all, and it is also fierce and ferocious to the extreme.

The soldiers and horses on both sides were quickly reduced, and soon there were only about 100 people left. The rest lay on the ground and could not get up. Zhang Lu knew that the current situation was very unfavorable to him. The number of people was not superior, the physical strength was not superior, and what was more terrible was that the morale of the soldiers was also low. The other party is a force that can use martial arts. In the fight, it is not an opponent at all. Once it falls into the hands of the opponent's soldiers, it is either broken or the joints are misplaced, which is a great deterrent to the soldiers.

Although his soldiers were also very fierce, Zhang Lun saw one of his soldiers stabbing the other soldier's eyes with a wooden sword, and that eye must be unpreserving.

"Little lord, if we fight like this, we will lose. We have to find a way." Wang Qing came to his side with gasp and shouted.

Zhang Lun frowned and looked around. Suddenly, he saw Song Nan standing in a safe area dozens of steps away with a long black knife. He didn't know what he was thinking and was a little stunned.

"Fight the thief and capture the king." Zhang Lun also couldn't care that the king of thieves was his own brother-in-law: "You took more than a dozen brothers to attack the dozen people in front of you. I secretly went to take Song Nan. Their leader was taken, and the battle was over."

"Master, be careful."

"It's okay. Song Nan's martial arts are ordinary. He is not my opponent." Zhang Lun is full of confidence, which comes from his understanding of Song Nan's martial arts.

Wang Qing shouted and rushed forward with more than a dozen soldiers, attracting more than a dozen soldiers in front of Song Nan to move closer to the battle. Zhang Lun's cat waist passed by a team of soldiers trembling with each other and rushed to Song Nan with his toes. Song Nan suddenly didn't know that the danger was approaching and didn't know what he was thinking about. When the two sides gathered for about ten steps, Zhang Lun jumped up and rushed to Song Nan like an eagle falcon.

Zhang Lun's tricks after landing have been calculated. He rushed to grab Song Nan's neck. Song Nan will definitely lean back to dodge, and then he changed his moves to sweep his legs and sweep his lower plate. Song Nan must not be able to care about his head and feet. If he can even dodge this foot, he can only sweep his knees with the big wooden sword in his hand. He can't avoid it when he jumps in mid-air. A wooden sword swept over his knees, and Song Nan could not walk for at least five or six days. After that, the girl will definitely blame herself and apologize at that time.

In mid-air, Zhang Lun suddenly found that Song Nan, who was stupid and dazed, turned his head and looked at him, showing his white teeth and smiled. Zhang Lun's cold hair stood up and exclaimed. At the moment of landing, he suddenly heard the wind above his head behind him, and several weapons were greeting his head and back. Zhang Lun had to struggle with his sword in his hand. Protect the top of your head and back, and your body will run forward.

"Hello, uncle." Song Nan smiled and held the black wooden knife to her face.

Zhang Lun instinctively wanted to escape. Song Nan shouted, "Don't move. If the painting has ruined your face, don't blame me. This paint can't be washed off in a few days. No wonder it's unpredictable."

Zhang Lun quickly held his breath. He knew about Song Nan's drawing of people's cheeks. If he didn't do it for a few days with ink on his face, even if it was Song Nan, Zhang Lun was afraid that he would fight with him. In an instant, seven or eight hands and feet were on his body, and his arms and shoulders were caught.

"The coach was captured, brother-in-law, you are defeated." Song Nan smiled.

Zhang Lun sighed and said, "You are still better. You deliberately led me here."

Song Nan said, "Yes, you are at a low wind, and you will definitely find a way to turn the situation around and catch me the fastest shortcut. Originally, I stood at the end of the battle, but I had to fight for you, and I also deliberately let you find me and pretend to be in a daze. Hey, this is really difficult to play; I admire those plays on the stage. Son."

Zhang Lun couldn't laugh or cry. He waved and shouted, "Brothers of the Fighting Camp, stop it, we lost."

The remaining ten soldiers in the Fighting Camp felt that there was no hope of victory, but now the commander was captured and saved a fierce fight, so they threw down their swords one by one. The judge rushed over with a bruise on his face and announced loudly after asking about the situation: "Fenwu Camp is eliminated. The final champion is Shenshu Camp. Congratulations to Marquis Song."

Song Nan waved his hand and said, "If there is anything to congratulate, send the injured to the hospital quickly. Today's World War I may cause dozens of people to be disabled for life; but it doesn't matter. With Xu Guangzuo's one million taels of silver, they will live a comfortable life, and their families will also receive thick compensation."

Zhang Lun nodded, looked back at the bloody soldiers on both sides, and whispered, "Song Nan, you are really cruel."

Song Nan pretended not to hear, took Zhang Lun's arm, walked to the carriage sent by Zhengde and rushed to meet the emperor.

Shenshu Camp showed its power. From being unknown, no one was optimistic about it, and finally won the championship all the way, which can be said to make everyone look sideways. No matter how many controversial methods Song Nan used in the martial arts competition, no one dares to say that this champion is not deserve it.

Especially in the last two wars, whether they were experienced or bystanders, they were all shocked by the tactics and fierce fighting methods of the Shenshu camp. This is not a group of soldiers. This is a group of ferocious hungry wolves, and all the soldiers who have fought with them have lingering fear.

Another significance of winning the championship of Shenshu Camp is that this is the first time that the most well-equipped regimental camp in the Beijing camp was the most relied on but failed, and it was lost in a tough confrontation. In addition, good people in Beijing soon created a topic in the streets and alleys, saying that the strongest soldiers and horses in the regimental camp of Shenshu Camp ran away; and then The imperial court was about to rectite the weak regimental camp and punish the incompetence of some marquises. There are also rumors that the foreign troops of Bazhouwei and Xuanfuwei performed better than the regimental camp this time. The emperor is about to transfer two foreign guards to Beijing to set up a new Beijing camp.

In a word, rumors were flying all over the world for a while, and there was a lot of discussion in teahouses, bathhouses, brothel bookstores, and streets and alleys.