Yang Yuanqing threw the sword to the ground, and he was extremely frustrated. He wanted to use Zhang Xutuo's first method to split the mountain with all his strength and win with his sword technique. However, Yu Juluo made a move. Although he almost hit the opponent, Yu Juluo's sword cut off his subsequent sword technique just right, so that he could not use a single move afterwards.

He realized that the biggest flaw in Zhang Xutuo's sword technique was that each move was independent and not coherent enough. In this way, if the first and second moves were not well coordinated, it would be easy to have flaws. Yu Juluo attacked him later, so he couldn't see Yu Juluo's sword force, and hesitated for a moment. So, a hint of stagnation appeared between his front and rear swords, and he was caught by Yu Juluo.

Yu Juluo stared at Yang Yuanqing and said lightly: "You don't have to be depressed. Even if you lose with one move, it's not that you are not good at swordsmanship, but that you lack experience. In another five or six years, I will not be your opponent."

Yang Yuanqing smiled bitterly and said, "I have been practicing swords for five years, but I never knew there was such a fatal flaw in my swordsmanship, alas!"

"No! Your sword technique itself has no flaws. If it were Zhang Xutuo, he would not have any flaws. It is because your experience in battle is not rich enough. For ordinary mediocre players, he will resist your sword, giving you the opportunity to slash the next sword. However, for truly experienced generals, they will avoid the real and make a move. You just didn't know where my counterattack sword came out, so you had a little concern. This is the manifestation of your lack of experience in battle, lack of momentum, or lack of realm. As long as you fight more, your flaws will become less and less. This is also the characteristic of Zhang Xutuo's sword technique."

"If it was against my master, would you take action like this?" Yang Yuanqing asked at him.

Yu Juluo smiled slightly, "No, I will die, then I am dead. You are observing me, and I am also observing you. From the moment you get on the horse and use the knife, I know that you have never had practical experience and know how to deal with you. The sword technique is dead, but people are alive. They use the sword according to people and adapt to the place. Whether it is knife technique or military technique, you must remember this."

Yang Yuanqing nodded silently. He remembered it, and Yu Juluo said again: "In addition, I also found that you have a shortcoming."

Yang Yuanqing was shocked, "What's the flaw?"

Yu Juluo smiled, "You don't have to be nervous, this is just my personal feeling. I feel that you are not suitable for using a knife, or in other words, a knife is not your best weapon, it cannot play to your advantage."

Yang Yuanqing had a very serious expression and bowed and asked, "Can you please tell me in detail!"

"Because I found that your biggest strength is that you are good at capturing the weaknesses of your opponent. From the weaknesses of your war horse you just discovered, you can see that the same is true for the two armies in combat. Once you find the weaknesses of the opponent, you must seize it at the fastest speed. Otherwise, the fighter will be fleeting, and the knife is a slow weapon because it has a slashing process. When you discover the weaknesses of the opponent and you will slash again, the weaknesses may have disappeared. In this case, you'd better use a spear, because the spear is the fastest, and you don't need to slash, and you can directly use the momentum of the war horse to stab the opponent. It's very suitable for your advantage of capturing the fighter jet."

"General Yu means, let me practice spear?"

"That's not. I mean, you have to feel the most suitable for yourself, and I can also consider it for you."

At this time, Yang Su urged the horse to step forward slowly, smiled at his grandson and said, "Yuan Qing, have you gained any results in this battle with you General Yu?"

"Reporting to my grandfather, my grandson has benefited a lot."

"Then you have to ask General Yu for advice from now on."

"yes!"

Yuan Qing hesitated for a moment and asked for instructions again: "The grandson still wants to be the scout, and ask the grandfather to fulfill his wish."

"Can!"

Yang Su smiled faintly, "You should be a soldier for the first time in the army, but you have been named Renyong's Captain. If you are asked to be a soldier, the Lord will blame me for being a contemptuous person, and I will appoint you as the scout of the First Army."

Yang Su said to Yu Juluo again: "General Yu, I will hand him over to you. I still say the same thing, life and death are in heaven, if he dies on the battlefield, it will be his fortune."

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The first time he was a fire chief, he had nine soldiers under him. Zhao Yong took special care of him and sent several scout veterans to him, each with his own expertise and rich experience. However, according to Yang Su's order, Zhao Yong concealed Yang Yuanqing's true identity and age.

Fire is the lowest-level organization in the army. Scout regiments usually have a fire soldiers living in a camp, and the war horses are tied outside the camp. Yang Yuanqing's camp is located in the northeast corner. At this time, nine soldiers are lined up in front of the camp to listen to the lectures of Xinhuo.

"From today on, I am your fire chief, and the lives of the nine of you will be in my hands. Be obedient, and I will save your life. If you are disobedient, or secretly cause trouble for me, I will let him be the first to die!"

These words were learned by Yang Yuanqing and Yu Kuluo. When Yu Kuluo took office as General Ya to talk to the generals of the various groups, Yang Yuanqing stood beside him.

Nine soldiers were drawn from each team, several of whom were nearly thirty years old, each with rich experience, but they were also veterans. They did not know Yang Yuanqing's identity, and when they saw that he had a baby face, the soldiers obviously looked contemptuous.

At this time, a soldier in the back row gently poked the extremely tall and bearded veteran next to him, and asked in a low voice: "Old Yang, where is this person's origin?"

"Idiot, didn't you see his armor? It's black."

Yang Yuanqing was still wearing black bright light armor, which was Yang Su's personal uniform, which made the veterans more or less afraid.

"My name is Yang Yuanqing, I am from the capital. Where are the brothers from? Sign up to let me know."

"In the lower house, Zhao Mingsheng, a native of Puzhou; in the lower house, Zhang Jindun, a native of Luoyang; in the lower house, Liu Jian, a native of Fufeng, Jingzhao..."

"I am Xiayu Quanhong, a native of Luoyang, nicknamed Fat Fish." This is a very fat soldier who signs up.

The bearded veteran also said in a muffled voice: "My surname is Yang, and my name is Yang Sien, from Youzhou."

Yang Yuanqing looked at him and saw that he should be a Xianbei person. Yang Yuanqing's eyes fell on the youngest soldier, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, with fair skin, slender figure, quiet and silent eyes. This was the only young man among the nine great Hans who were under twenty years old.

This young soldier with fair skin is easily violated in the military camp, but this young soldier is an exception. He is an eagle slave.

On his shoulder was a black falcon, with a huge body, a beak of an eagle as sharp as a sharp blade, an eagle claw as steel bars and iron bones, and a cold and sharp look, which was terrifying. During the scout patrol, when encountering an emergency, an eagle would be used to convey messages, especially in grassland combat. Eagles are an indispensable treasure for the scouts.

It was the falcon on the shoulder of this young soldier that made the other soldiers dare not provoke him. Yang Yuanqing smiled and said, "What about you? What's your name?"

"In Xia Yuchi Dun, a native of Qingzhou."

Among the nine soldiers, there are complex ethnic groups, five Han people, two Xianbei people, one Xiongnu and one Qiang people. Yuchi Dun and Yang Sien are both Xianbei people. This is also the current situation of the Sui Dynasty. The Hu and Han people in the northern region have been mixed for more than a hundred years. Whether it is Han people or Hu people, ordinary people basically don’t care much.

Everyone introduced themselves one by one. At this time, a messenger came and shouted, "Who is the fifth fire chief?"

Yang Yuanqing hurried forward and saluted, "I am!"

The messenger ordered the arrow in one fell swoop: "A hundred people have orders, the fifth fire will be on duty tonight and patrol the forest!"

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It was the first month of the year, and the night was very cold. There was a layer of gray night fog in the forest, floating in the woods like a gray belt. Most of Yang Yuanqing's men were veterans, and they had already brought thick blankets and strong wine.

Gudu poured a few large gulps of strong wine, and everyone tied the horse aside, wrapped the blanket on his body, found a leeward place and started to fall asleep. Yang Yuanqing had no experience and did not bring a blanket. He was here to patrol. He never thought that he could sleep on patrol?

Yang Yuanqing smiled bitterly and found a big stone to sit down. This is Yong County, Guanzhong. Of course, there were no Turkic ambushers. It was just a routine matter to ask them to come out to patrol.

Fortunately, he was not afraid of the cold. The cold wind in January was as warm as the spring breeze for him. He took out a piece of dry mutton from his bag. This was their midnight snack on duty. Each of them had a piece of mutton and a pot of wine. During the war, the army could not drink alcohol. Except for scouts, scouts had to resist the cold at night.

"The fire is long, won't you sleep for a while?"

Yuchi Dun walked to him and sat down. The eagle on his shoulder was like an old-fashioned master. He was sleeping with his eyes closed. Yang Yuanqing smiled and raised the dried mutton and shook it in front of it. The falcon ignored him at all.

Yuchi Dun laughed, "It only eats raw meat, not cooked meat!"

Yang Yuanqing took back the dried meat and chewed it on his own and said with a smile: "These bastards actually went to bed. I also want to assign them to watch everywhere. The scouts are really unqualified!"

"The fire is long, they know it. If they were on the grassland now, they would not have been sleeping. It's normal."

After hesitating for a moment, Yuchi Dun asked curiously again: "Huo Chang, how old are you this year? They are all betting that you are not over seventeen years old."

Yang Yuanqing smiled, "I am nineteen years old this year and have a baby face. Who won the bet?"

"Liu Jian won the bet, he said you are nineteen years old this year."

"Damn it, you actually dare to bet with me!"

Yang Yuanqing cursed and sweared. He felt that Yuchi Dun was also here to test him. These scouts were all like ghosts, and probably all guessing his background.

At this moment, he suddenly saw Yang Sien hanging a horse spear on his horse. He was stunned for a moment. Who is Yang Sien? He could use a horse spear. Yang Yuanqing remembered what Yu Juluo said to him at noon, making the spear more suitable for him. He changed his mind and got up and walked towards the horse spear.

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Chapter completed!