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Chapter 170 Practical Practice
"Arrange someone to go?" Zhu Biao outside the tent said to Li Dabangzi.

"Go, His Royal Highness." Li Dabangzi replied truthfully: "It's just that after so long, it probably doesn't smell good."

"Pry open her mouth, I really have to bring her brother." Zhu Biao waved: "Go down and rest, and continue practicing tomorrow morning."

In the morning, the red sun rises in the east.It illuminates the rivers and mountains in the north.

On the martial field, each soldier is in a good state of mind, ready to practice like a fighting rooster.

"rush!"

Li Dabangzi led the group of soldiers wearing black scarves behind him, stepped on the big horse, and rushed to the front of the red scarf Liu Hu's team in a majestic manner, lined up, with hundreds of swords pointing diagonally at the ground, each of them Eyeing.

Liu Hu stared round with tiger eyes, and with a tiger head and brain, he shouted loudly: "Brothers, if you want to eat braised pork, do it to me."

When the drums were beating, Li Dazhuan waved his black scarf and hurriedly shouted: "Array, surround this group of guys for me."

The black scarf soldiers then arranged in order according to yesterday's formation.

Xu Da and Chang Yuchun sat on the high platform and watched them set up the formation, feeling a little surprised in their hearts, it was already so fast in just one day yesterday.

Zhu Biao also sat beside him, together with Liu Bowen.

Li Dabangzi was impatient, seeing the two generals and His Royal Highness watching, he did not dare to relax.

He raised the wooden knife, clamped the horse's belly tightly with his legs, swung the wooden knife round, and hit Liu Hu's horse's buttocks.

The war horse neighed, and its front hooves left the ground. Liu Hu was agile, reined in the horse, and went towards Li Dabangzi with the wooden spear in his hand.

"Why are you hitting my horse?" Liu Hu waved his spear to block Li Dabangzi's wooden knife: "Be careful, I will break your horse's leg."

Liu Hu was just talking nonsense. This is a drill. His Highness the Crown Prince has ordered that they are strictly prohibited from hurting people or horses.

"Haha, hit people first and hit horses, so that our black army can eat braised pork today." Li Dabangzi replied heartily, and rode forward on horseback.

Liu Hu snorted: "I don't know who eats braised pork, I'm here, look at the gun."

The ground is a temporary scene simulated by Zhu Biao and some terrains of the grassland overnight.

The soldiers of the two sides fought, and the wooden knives and wooden spears collided. Li Dabangzi saw that his black army was losing the wind, so he personally drove his horse to chase Liu Hu's red scarf.

Liu Hu turned his head and saw Li Dabangzi running back again, and his anger began to explode: "Li Dabangzi, you son of a bitch dare to play tricks on me."

The formation kept changing, and Li Dazhuo hit more and more vigorously, and shouted to the soldiers next to him: "Brothers, show your strength in plowing the fields, we are sure to eat braised pork."

Braised pork at this moment does not only represent a meal, but also represents the victory of today's practice, which is a kind of glory.

Liu Hu was attacked by Li Dabangzi and fell off his horse twice.

Standing on the high platform, Zhu Biao hurriedly said, "Big stick Li, lightly strike until you hit it."

"Yes, Your Highness the Crown Prince." Li Dabangzi drove his horse away, and said to Liu Hu, "Brother, I'm sorry."

"It's okay. If we are facing the enemy army from the Northern Yuan Dynasty today, we can't leave any room for attack. What do you think?" Liu Hu patted the dust on his clothes, stood up and got on his horse.

The two laughed.

Xu Da and Chang Yuchun saw that they were neat and orderly, not in a hurry or chaotic, nodded and said: "This is much better than when we first entered the battlefield."

"Yes, yes." Chang Yuchun nodded.

……

When the sun goes down.

The soldiers were sweating profusely. It was already the beginning of May. After training, they were already covered in sweat.

Liu Hu and Li Dabangzi, Li Dabangzi won one game more than him.

"Dinner!"

According to his elder brother's arrangement, Zhu Di asked someone to fill two barrels of braised pork cubes, and steamed buns soaked in oily soup with meat flower seeds floating in them, which was Li Dabangzi's favorite food.

"Next." The gang leader held the piece of meat with a wooden spoon.

"next."

……

Everyone received two big steamed buns, half a bowl of oily and greasy meat, and walked to the side happily, chewing.

The black scarf soldier held the braised pork bowl, stared at the red scarf who was drinking wild vegetable soup on the other side, and said with a smile: "This meat is delicious, tsk tsk, big piece of meat."

"Let's continue eating tomorrow, brothers, are you confident?" Li Dabangzi shouted.

"Have!"

"Hahaha." Li Dabangzi looked at Liu Hu in the distance with the bowl in his hand, and strode towards him.

Liu Hu took a bite of the cornbread and gritted his teeth. The wild vegetable soup was tasteless.

"Damn, remember everything for me, we will eat tomorrow, everyone must give me a win."

"Remember, General Liu." Several soldiers behind him said loudly holding bowls.

"Hey, I'm eating." Li Dabangzi squatted beside him, glanced at Liu Hu's wild vegetable soup, and said, "How about a few dollars? We're brothers."

"You came to see my joke." Liu Hu stared at his tiger eyes, turned around and sat on the other side with a bowl in his hand: "The wild vegetable soup is also very good, today I'll leave the braised pork to you."

Li Dabangzi nodded: "Okay, we'll see you tomorrow in the martial arts field, I can guarantee this meat..."

"It must be our red scarf." Liu Hu picked up the silk scarf that distinguishes black and red.

Li Dabangzi smiled, turned and left.

When the sun set, the soldiers took off their helmets and heavy armor, put on a loincloth and went to the river.

Like a duck thrown into the water, flopping around, swimming wildly.

Zhu Biao glanced at Zhu Di: "Young general Zhu Silang, don't you want to wash?"

"Brother, I'm not hot." Zhu Di patted his chest and said.

"It's not hot, look at your face, it's full of black mud, you haven't washed it for a few days, go wash it in the water well." Zhu Biao said: "After soaking, come over and rub your back."

"Success." Zhu Di took three steps, took off his clothes, and ran into the waist-high water to cool off.

The river is full of shirtless men, sitting by the river to enjoy the shade.

At this moment, a soldier ran over from the side: "His Royal Highness, Mr. Liu, please hurry over."

Hearing the shout, Zhu Biao said to Zhu Di who was not far away: "Fourth, wash yourself."

Then he followed the soldiers and immediately went to the place where the camp improved the firearms.

Before going to the firearms tent, the two soldiers were carried to the doctor's tent. It seemed that the guns had exploded.

Zhu Biao came into the tent and asked, "Mr. Liu, what happened to those two soldiers."

"Reporting to His Royal Highness, the chest is exploding."

"A few were blown up."

"Not many, there are only two bombs out of fifty." Liu Bowen said: "Compared to before, it is already very few."

Zhu Biao nodded: "Immediately ask someone to find out the reason. If it is not resolved, who would dare to use the firecracker."

Liu Bowen nodded: "Your Highness has already memorized the blueprint of the Franc machine that His Royal Highness handed over to the minister, but there is a lack of materials here. I am afraid that I have to go to Lanzhou, which will delay for several days."

Standing aside, Zhu Biao said with a smile to Liu Bowen: "Firearms are the most important thing. Whether it is artillery or firecrackers, we must hurry up and improve them. We will see them on the day when we send out troops."

"I understand that no matter what method is used, His Highness will see it on that day." Liu Bowen cupped his hands and said.

"Very well, Gu has a new method about firearms, and I will tell you." Zhu Biao picked up the fragments and left.

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