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Young Master Liu slapped his nose: "Hold it with chopsticks, and then feed it to this warrior."

Zhang Feng and the others endured their nausea and stuffed the pork into Zheng Qing's mouth, and there was another sound of retching.

Young Master Liu looked at the convulsed Zheng Qing with a faint smile and said softly, "Bring it up again."

Zhang Feng pulled the cotton thread suddenly.

Zheng Qing drooped his head weakly and looked at First Young Master Liu in fear: "You thief, kill me if you have the ability."

"Be tough, Liu is convinced, come five more times."

Zhang Feng resisted the discomfort in his stomach: "Master Liu, isn't it too inhumane to do this?"

Young Master Liu looked at Zhang Feng narrowly: "Humanity? Are you kidding me? The general wants the result, and doesn't care much about the process."

"Okay... okay."

"Compared to things like whips, sticks, and soldering irons, Liu is more humane, okay? At least Zheng Qing didn't get hurt."

As for whether he was mentally traumatized or not, it is not something that Young Master Liu has to manage. At least in Young Master Liu's opinion, this criminal law is more benevolent and righteous than the Ten Torture Tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty. Come on, I am simply the incarnation of God, although it is a bit torturous.

"General, why don't we go out for a walk, the smell inside makes people uncomfortable."

Zhang Kuang nodded lightly, looked at First Young Master Liu with a strange expression, and walked out.

The two took a few breaths of fresh air before their expressions eased.

Soon Zhang Feng turned blue and walked in front of the two with his lips pursed: "It's done."

"Recruited? So fast? I thought he could suffer until I thought about other punishments."

"He recruited at the fourth time."

"General, how to deal with it."

"Let's take another statement tomorrow."

"Order!"

"General, Master Liu, this is today's dinner, please eat."

Zhang Kuang's face was sullen: "Take it away, I'm not hungry!"

First Young Master Liu also twitched the corner of his mouth: "I'm not too hungry, let's eat tomorrow morning."

The leader of the Huotou army looked at the two in confusion, so he had no choice but to take the tray out.

"The General..."

"Shut up, your heart is really dirty." Zhang Kuang smacked his lips and shook his head and left the tent.

Wo Ri, Young Master Liu looked at the back of Crazy depressed, obviously you asked me to think of a way, okay?

Chapter 368

Chapter 368

The sky had just turned gray, and loud slogans had already been heard from the Longwuwei camp.

The soldiers stationed in the camp have already started rigorous training, and under the leadership of various veterans, they have begun to practice various closely coordinated formations.

First Young Master Liu tossed and turned a thick quilt in his arms, the sound outside was so loud that it made it impossible for anyone to sleep.

Throwing off the quilt, Young Master Liu yawned and walked out of the tent. The world outside was blatantly white, and the expanse of whiteness could not be seen. It seemed that there was another continuous heavy snowfall last night.

Camping in the army is not as comfortable as being at home. When you are thirsty, someone brings you tea, when you are hungry, someone brings you food, and you have to do even the most basic washing by yourself.

After seeing it once, Young Master Liu, who was already able to fumble to put on the armor, tore off the tiger skin that Zhang Kuang had put on the chair, and put it on his body, and immediately became much warmer.

With swaying steps, he touched the river, Young Master Liu picked up the river water and washed it, and he lost all sleepiness.

Although the river is not too cold, it is definitely not mild.

Liu Mingzhi, who wanted to pick up the river and looked at the tiny floating objects on the river, really didn't have the courage. Although the river is crystal clear now and has not been polluted, all the drinking and cooking in the army are from the river. Water, but Young Master Liu knows that there are many microorganisms in this crystal clear river.

If it is infected with some messy things, it will be over.

Enduring the discomfort in his mouth, Liu Mingzhi rushed towards the place built yesterday.

Before I got to the place, I saw the surrounding area illuminated by the bright firelight. A group of people were moving things in full swing, and they stood watching wildly in full armor.

"General, it's too early, it's getting up before dawn."

Hearing Young Master Liu's voice, Zhang Kuang turned around and said, "It's a good thing you're not the old man's soldier, otherwise you'd have been beaten with a horsewhip long ago. Practice in winter and summer and practice in summer. More training at this time is so that they can There is a little more chance of survival on the battlefield."

Young Master Liu shrugged helplessly, what Zhang Kuang said was indeed true, but he was used to sleeping in late, and he had also lived this kind of life a month before the imperial examination, so he didn't need to mention it.

"General, I dare to ask one more question, why did you ask me to stop working as a prison to get these stoves and black stones? Could it be that the general wants to use black stones to smelt iron?"

A man in a light green official robe raised his own question to Zhang Kuang while he was panting.

Zhang Kuang directly threw the Mo knife in his hand to this person: "Zhou Jiancheng, let's see how this knife is doing?"

"Knife?"

Zhou Jiancheng looked at the weird Mo Dao that Zhang Kuang threw over, no matter what the General said, it was a sword or a sword, anyway, what he let himself see was the quality and not the appearance.

Zhou Jiancheng held up the Mo Dao in his hand and turned it over from time to time, flicked the blade with his fingers, and then waved his hands a few times with some difficulty.

This Mo Dao is quite different from the weight of the Mo Dao used by the famous Tang Dynasty general Li Siye in the records, otherwise Zhou Jiancheng's physique would never be able to wield the Mo Dao.

From time to time, Zhou Jiancheng hissed and muttered in disbelief.

"Lieutenant Zhang, please use your saber." Zhou Jiancheng said to Zhang Feng holding the Mo Dao.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Feng drew out the Pu Dao at his waist and said to Zhou Jiancheng, "Stand firm."

Zhou Jiancheng staggered his feet and held Modao's long sword tightly: "Come on."

Zhang Feng suddenly swung the simple knife in his hand and slashed at it.

There was a clear and crisp sound of the golden sword, and the simple knife in Zhang Feng's hand snapped, and the blade was stuck straight on the ground.

Zhang Feng was at a loss as he looked at the half-cut Pu Dao in his hand: "What a sharp weapon."

Zhou Jiancheng held the Mo Dao to the side of the torch and looked at it carefully: "It is so heavy that there is not even a gap left. How is this sword made?"

"How is it? How is the heat?"