Chapter 32 Another Training Model "Li Dingguo, this series of selections and eliminations is indeed a bit cruel." "However, this is not the king's fault. It is because most of those orphans cannot become warriors even if they have the resources and skills to practice!" After a while, everyone came to the courtyard in front and saw that there were already dozens of young warriors waiting here. Ai Nengqi looked around with a complicated expression and said to Li Dingguo beside him with emotion. The half-month deadline has long passed. Including talented young men such as Li Dingguo and Ai Nengqi, of the remaining 180 orphans, only 64 were able to stay. Apart from the four monstrous geniuses Li Dingguo, Ai Nengqi, Liu Wenxiu and Zhang Huier, there were only sixty young men who were able to break through and become warriors. You know, there were nearly 600 orphans and beggar boys who were gathered together by Zhang Xianzhong's order! After a series of selections, only about 10% of the orphans were able to stay. This is also the result of the Eighth King Zhang Xianzhong, who provided everyone with cultivation methods and sufficient cultivation resources and carried out great training.
This shows how low the chances are for ordinary people to become warriors. In the Ming Dynasty, most of the lower-class people did not even have the opportunity to try to become warriors. Compared with them, Li Dingguo, Ai Nengqi and other orphans who became warriors are very lucky to have everything they have now. "Hey!" Li Dingguo sighed, and also felt a little emotional, "There is nothing we can do, this is fate!" "If you can't become a warrior, fighting the enemy is just like going to die! The king has taken this into consideration, so he won't just fill in the gaps. This is normal." He is not a saint, and he does not have enough ability to think about these bad things. "Okay, don't talk about this." He waved his hand, changed his tone to Ai Nengqi, and talked about something else, "Yesterday evening, after we finished practicing Tiger Roar Fist, the king said that he had something to announce today." "I think our peaceful and focused training days over the past month are coming to an end." He has the established historical trends of his previous life as a reference, and his vision is not comparable to that of ordinary people. Combining the current situation, he came up with some guesses after a little thought. "Da da……" Before Ai Nengqi could ask further questions, the sound of horse hooves came from the direction of the compound's gate. After a while, as the large copper-covered wooden door in front of the courtyard opened, three knights rode in leisurely on their horses. The leader had a yellow face and a long beard. In his slightly sunken eye sockets, a pair of eagle eyes flashed with divine light. It was the Eighth King Zhang Xianzhong. He came on war horses with two trusted men, arrived at the foot of the high platform on one side of the courtyard, and jumped off the horse. Then, he leaped up into the air, and the next moment, he was already on the high platform, looking at the sixty-four young warriors who had lined up in front and below. Li Dingguo and other newly minted young warriors, led by Li Dingguo, Ai Nengqi, Liu Wenxiu and Zhang Huier, formed four neat teams and stood up. Each team consists of fifteen members, except for Li Dingguo and four others who are the captains.
A few days ago, the half-month deadline arrived and those orphans who had not been able to break through and become warriors were kicked out. The remaining warriors, under the order of Zhang Xianzhong, formally formed teams and practiced together during the day. The number of people in each team is evenly distributed. You can form a team on your own first, and then adjust and complete the team if the number of people is insufficient. What a coincidence is that these fifteen orphan young warriors under Li Dingguo were all his former subordinates from the small beggar group! Among them, there are two genius teenagers who live in a wing room in the inner courtyard mansion. They are among the twelve geniuses trained by Zhang Xianzhong. Not only Li Dingguo, but also Ai Nengqi, Liu Wenxiu, and Zhang Huier, the three evil genius teenagers, were also the leaders of different small beggar groups in Dingbian City. Their former subordinates each had a group of orphan beggars. Therefore, when they can form their own team, the group of acquaintances will naturally choose to join their respective teams. This way of forming a team is actually very helpful in enhancing the cohesion of each team. The current four teams of young warriors have a natural advantage in obedience and unity because most of the members are familiar with the team members and they follow their former leaders. In this regard, the adult rebel soldiers are no match for these four teams of young warriors. "Listen up, you little guys!" Zhang Xianzhong looked dignified. Seeing that these orphans he had trained with all his strength were already capable of being used, he nodded and shouted loudly, "I gathered you little guys together today to tell you that practicing martial arts behind closed doors is not advisable!" "It is impossible to become a martial arts master without experiencing endless life-and-death battles!" "The core essence of a warrior is fighting!" "Only through constant combat experience can you truly integrate the various skills you have learned and become a qualified warrior." "Especially in this chaotic world, you only have the realm of cultivation but not enough combat experience. Once you encounter a life-and-death crisis, you will be no different from a lamb to be slaughtered!" "You little guys all have your own tragic life stories. When you were beggars, you must have known how miserable your life was!" He shouted sternly, "In this world, whether it's those officials, noble families, wealthy families, or those demons and ghosts, they are threatening your lives all the time. It's not easy to survive and live better than now!" "This is a cruel world!" "If you don't want to be killed or eaten by enemies or demons, you must use the swords and guns in your hands to chop off their heads without hesitation!" "I declare that starting tomorrow, you four teams of young warriors will begin your real combat training!" "A towering tree will never grow in a greenhouse!" "Starting tomorrow, I will give you training tasks that you must complete every few days. If any team fails to complete them on time, I will immediately stop supplying all training resources to your team until you complete the tasks twice as much!" "In the martial arts, there are priorities. It is important to combine work and rest. Blindly practicing hard is not advisable!" "So, I declare that today is a day off for all of you!" "You young soldiers haven't had time to relax and play for a long time. Today we'll make an exception. You can go out and play as much as you want, but you are not allowed to leave the city without permission!" "This Dingbian City has been cleared several times by our rebel soldiers. There is basically no danger in the city. You can walk around the city and relax, but don't take the initiative to cause trouble!" "Tomorrow morning, at 1:00 pm, all teams will gather here on time. No lateness is allowed!" After saying this, Zhang Xianzhong waved his hand at everyone and announced the disbandment. The young warriors at the scene were stunned for a while, but after Zhang Xianzhong rode away, there was a burst of noise and cheers.
After a while, everyone gathered in groups of three or five, chattering non-stop, all of them wanting to take advantage of today's rare holiday to discuss where to go on the street for fun. More than twenty days have passed since I was taken in by the Eighth King Zhang Xianzhong. To be honest, these orphans and beggar boys have been feeling very tense over this period of time, and most of them are feeling suffocated. (End of this chapter)