I'm a pirate at the end of Ming Dynasty

A good night's dream.

But before Zheng Zhipeng could get enough sleep, he was suddenly picked up by a pair of big hands. He was so shocked that he kept jerking his hands and feet, thinking he was an assassin sent by the Xu family. Only when he opened his eyes did he see that this was My third brother Zheng Zhibao.

"Third brother, what are you doing?"

"What time of the day is this? You're still sleeping! If a man wants to do big things, he must first be self-disciplined! And the foundation of self-discipline is to get up early! If a man can't even control getting up, what else can he control?"

Zheng Zhipeng looked out the window speechlessly, it was so dark.

"Third brother, you are a night owl."

"What do you know? The rising sun is the best way to practice breathing and practice. Your body is already weak, and you were poisoned before. You can't beat even a strong man who knows a little bit about fists and kicks. How can you do great things in the future? ?”

Zheng Zhipeng wanted to say that there is no scientific basis for the rising sun. Besides, hard work makes people more capable. Doing great things does not require great martial arts skills. But looking at Zheng Zhibao's fierce face, he decisively chose From the heart.

When I came to the compound, I found that not only myself, but also hundreds of followers were being tortured. Except for a few people whose eyes were shining with excitement, most of them were similar to Zheng Zhipeng, with sleepy eyes. No energy at all.

On the other hand, the [-] elite soldiers that Zheng Zhibao personally brought out to him this time were already standing in two rows. The dragons and tigers stood upright facing them. They were also wearing the same tight-fitting training clothes, looking at them with a unique aura. , and it is precisely because of this that although all of Zhen Zhen's Yi Cong were quite dissatisfied with getting up early, no one complained.

Zheng Zhibao shouted in a loud voice: "From today on, I will get up at Mao o'clock to practice swordsmanship, have breakfast at Chen o'clock, practice firearms at Si o'clock, practice formations in the afternoon, and rest at You o'clock, do you understand?"

With a bang, Yi Cong in the courtyard finally couldn't hold it any longer and started roaring into chaos. Zheng Zhibao was not polite and directly took out a short blunderbuss and fired a shot into the sky.

"Quiet! These are the rules of my Zheng family. Anyone who is dissatisfied should stand up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a row of warriors behind him took a step forward.

With this posture, no one dared to be arrogant. Even those who were dissatisfied had no choice but to endure it for the time being. Even Zheng Zhipeng did not dare to neglect and stood in a military posture in front of Zheng Zhibao, even if his leg was injured. He hasn't fully recovered yet, but he doesn't dare to use crutches anymore.

"The ugly words come first, and those who do not perform well will be served by military law. Those who do not know how to restrain themselves from being served by military law, then go back where they came from. Your family should not participate in any anti-Japanese alliance anymore. You are not worthy! Do you hear me clearly? Now those who feel they can’t hold on and don’t care about cooperating with our Zheng family can stand up and save themselves from being whipped in vain.”

When Zheng Zhipeng heard this, he glanced at them nervously, and when he saw that no one had made any move, he secretly felt relieved.

Zheng Zhibao also nodded with satisfaction and whispered to Zheng Zhipeng: "Fourth, you join the team first and practice with them. No matter how busy you are in the future, you must set an example by practicing swordsmanship every day, otherwise you will never be able to lead this team. "

"Yes, third brother, I understand."

After that, Zheng Zhipeng limped and stood at the front of the queue.

When Zheng Zhibao saw this, a trace of pity secretly flashed in his eyes, but he immediately became as hard as steel and shouted: "Hair the knife!"

After giving the order, countless young men held stacks of knives and trotted past the team with their heads lowered. Zheng Zhibao continued: "I don't care what martial arts skills you have before or what weapons you are good at. Blades, but military combat is different from martial arts competitions. It emphasizes neatness and order. Therefore, from today on, all your melee weapons will be replaced by knives! These knives were purchased with a lot of money from Japan. Although they are not as good as real samurai swords, they are It is also made of high-quality steel and is extremely sharp. In the battle formation, the sword skills are nothing fancy, just two moves are enough, one is to cut! The other is to stab! Now, start practicing with me!"

As he spoke, Zheng Zhibao took off his coat, revealing his strong tendons. He shouted loudly, united his waist and horse, and slashed forward fiercely: "Drink!"

Zhongyi naturally follows the same example.

"Ha!" This is a stab

Everyone still follows the same example.

However, everyone soon discovered that this guy really only had these two moves to move around. After a while, Zheng Zhipeng felt bored to death.

This was so different from the martial arts training he imagined. Rather than practicing swordsmanship, it was more about polishing the body.

Does Zheng Zhibao really only know these two moves?Of course it's impossible. As the most powerful general of the Zheng family, if there was a martial arts ranking in the world, he would almost be in the top ten. However, he just doesn't teach real kung fu. It's not that he is too proud, but it's really not necessary. .

What the army really needs is discipline. In fact, after all, what he slashed and stabbed this morning may not be of much use on the battlefield. It is really just a simple exercise on the body. The so-called sword swings a thousand times will make it natural. Fast, this statement may not be reliable, and being fast on the battlefield may not be of much use. What he is actually practicing is more about the will and discipline of this group of followers.

Zheng Zhipeng was naturally happy about this. He was worried that no one would help him lead the troops. Although Kinuiemon was very skilled in martial arts, he was really not good at leading troops, and he didn't even understand the language. Therefore, this gang of righteous soldiers They have been gathering together for nearly a month, but this is the first time for them to have such a formal training. As long as they lay a foundation, there will naturally be no shortage of people to train them after Zheng Zhibao leaves.

However, no matter how happy he was in his heart, physically he really couldn't hold on anymore.

Although the sword in his hand was a genuine Japanese samurai sword, weighing less than three kilograms, his arms still felt a little sore after practicing for a long time. After all, his ex’s small body was drained by alcohol and sex, and he had just gone through drug rehab. His physical fitness is actually very poor.

More importantly, he still has an injury on his leg. This kind of injury would have lasted for three to two months in the 21st century, let alone in the late Ming Dynasty?It was better at the beginning, but after a while he couldn't bear it anymore. He didn't know if it was psychological effect. He felt that the wounds on his legs had collapsed and blood was flowing down his pants, but when he lowered his head, There was nothing there.

On his forehead, the hot sweat from exercise mixed with the cold sweat from pain, flowing down like a small waterfall. His eyelashes were still a bit long, but they were all smeared, and he could hardly open his eyes.

In fact, everyone knew about his special situation, and after practicing to this level, he was almost there. After all, he was the real leader of this Yi Cong. Zheng Zhibao was just here to help, but he still chose to grit his teeth and stand firm.

As he continued to practice, the veins on his forehead were all bulging, and his eyes looked as if he wanted to kill someone. He was extremely fierce, and everyone could see the hard work.

Little did he know that with the more than 400 people brought by the Zheng family, all the Yi Cong were looking at him. Just because he was struggling, everyone was doing this boring morning exercise extremely seriously. , no one complained in his heart.

Your injured master is still gritting his teeth and persisting, so what qualifications do you have to give up?

Zheng Zhihu had already gotten up at some point, and was standing to the side with his arms folded, looking at Zheng Zhipeng who was sweating profusely, and nodded happily with a smile on his face.