Early the next morning.
Old Ma hurried down the mountain.
Last night, he thought about it all night. Let's not talk about Wei Shuyu. Wei Shuyu was Prime Minister Wei's son. Although Prime Minister Wei gave people the impression that he was unapproachable, he rarely came to the mountain. This was easy to handle.
Lord Zhangsun was also fine.
But the most uncomfortable were the two young masters of the Yuchi family and the son of General Cheng. Damn it, they were all famous bastards.
Asking him to train them?
Wasn't that courting death?
Would they be able to endure such hardships?
But Zhang Feng had given the order, so he had no choice but to do it.
Therefore, Old Ma thought about it for a whole night. When the sky was still dark, Old Ma found all his old buddies and told them about it. When they heard it, their heads instantly exploded.
Asking them, a group of nameless soldiers, to train Commandant Cheng?
This was not courting death.
This was courting death!
But they couldn't refuse.
In the end, everyone slapped their thighs and agreed that they had to go to the military camp and ask one of the generals first. After all, it was extremely difficult for them to find a few dukes. But the military camp was different!
This was General Cheng's territory. Even if they couldn't find him, as long as they found his personal guards, it would be fine.
As long as they passed the message, as for the consequences, they could completely push it to General Cheng. Not only would they not have any responsibility, after all, Cheng Chumo made a scene at the training ground. That was the civilization and the military.
It was also because of this matter that Cheng Chumo and the others were transferred out of the military by the Emperor …
In the military camp.
Although the sky was still dark, groups of men were roaring and running around Xiao Mountain crazily. What was even more frightening was that …
Everyone's arrowheads, necks, calves, waists, and backs were tied with a large bag of bulging things. No one knew whether they were filled with stones or sand.
But no matter which one it was, it was extremely terrifying to Old Ma who was staring blankly at them.
And in Old Ma's eyes, this group of lunatics was shouting without blushing or panting, as if it was an ordinary thing. This made Old Ma feel terrified.
"Stop! The military camp is an important place, no one is allowed to enter! "
At this moment.
An angry roar sounded.
At the next moment, a general wearing Radiant Armor and riding a large horse came before the old horse.
Old Ma hastily took out his identity card and said, "I have been ordered to look for the generals!"
"What is it?"
"The Dean wants a few disciples to participate in the training of the new Art of War. I'm here to ask."
The general had just asked casually. He hadn't expected Old Ma to say anything. However, he was taken aback by Old Ma's words. "Are you saying that Zhang Feng wants to train his disciples?"
"No, it's Iron Bull! It's Tie Niu and the others! "
Old Ma hurriedly explained.
The general's expression froze when he heard this. He pulled on the reins and asked, "Are you talking about Commandant Tie Niu?"
Seeing Old Ma nod, the general was shocked. He hurriedly led Old Ma into the commander's tent.
The commander's tent was actually a house.
In the front hall of a spacious house, there was a sand table of the entire Chang 'an and the surrounding mountains. Behind the sand table was a large screen. On the screen was a map, but it had long been drawn with ink marks.
There were old and new ones.
When the two of them passed through the front hall of the commander's tent, they heard a rhythmic coughing sound.
Old Ma found this rather novel, but the general didn't seem to find it strange. He led Old Ma into the rear of the tent.
"General, someone is coming from the mountain!"
Yuchi Gong had been reading a military report with a frown. When he heard this, he hurriedly put it away. However, when he looked up and saw Old Ma, he asked in surprise, "What is it?"
Old Ma didn't dare hesitate.
This was General Yuchi, one of the four War Gods!
He hurriedly said, "General, the Dean wants to find some people. He says he wants to train these people individually."
Yuchi Gong didn't mind. "Pass down the order. Pick a few good seedlings from the army and send them to the mountain."
Seeing this, Old Ma quickly interrupted Yuchi Gong and said, "General, the dean wants to train Commandant Cheng and the others."
"Hm?"
Yuchi Gong was surprised.
He looked at Old Ma in surprise. "When did this happen? When did he say anything about this? "
Old Ma hurriedly told him everything. The more he spoke, the more agitated Yuchi Gong became. Of course, the cigarettes in his hand also changed one after another. His coughing became more and more severe.
It wasn't clear whether it was because he was agitated or because he was choking on the smoke in the room, but Old Ma's throat felt like it was on fire.
Old Ma couldn't help but feel impressed by Yuchi Gong.
No wonder he was called the War God!
Just this boldness, this ferocity of smoking, this throat and eyes, could it be that they were all made of iron?
What the hell?
He deserved to be called the War God!
Yuchi Gong wasn't thinking about anything else. Instead, he thought about something Zhang Feng had said a long time ago. He vaguely remembered that Zhang Feng had said that he wanted to train Cheng Chumo to become a heavy cavalryman and Zhangsun to become the strongest light cavalryman.
At this moment, he was looking at the situation.
Yuchi Gong couldn't help but slam the table. "It's done! Hahaha, Old Black, Fengzi has finally thought it through! "
"…"
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