Chapter 153 Elite Soldier 2

As soon as he approached the barracks, he saw a man standing at the door of the barracks, with a thin man with two horns on his thin face. The armor worn by the general looked very funny when he was wearing.

"Shapeful!"

Fan Zhong cursed softly and said, "That person is Ma Sanyuan. I don't know how far away Wang Zhen is from, a famous flatterer. Now he is your boss in name, but seeing that he actually came out to greet you, he can't wait to get there."

Jiang Lang felt a little uncomfortable about Ma Sanyuan, but when Fan Zhong said that he was his boss, he couldn't help but feel helpless. However, when he was speaking, he was not far from Ma Sanyuan. Jiang Lang had no choice but to dismount. The soldiers standing at the door immediately took over the reins of him and Fan Zhong. As for Sun Yuanbiao and others, they also got off the horse and stood quietly next to their horse.

Fan Zhong's official title is the same as Ma Sanyuan. He went forward but bowed his hand and said hello. Jiang Lang has only commanded a thousand men, but he is still nominally. He went forward but only knelt down on one knee and bowed, "Seize the general."

"Get up quickly, get up quickly!"

Ma Sanyuan smiled and quickly helped Jianglang up and looked up Jianglang up and down, then said, "I have heard that General Wang is extremely heroic and powerful. Zhao Zilong, who is called me by the emperor, is the Ming Dynasty. When I see him today, it turns out to be as famous as his name."

Jiang Lang had no expression on his face, and bowed his hand and said lightly: "General is a mistake. Wang is only a martial artist. What is Zhao Zilong there? That's just a joke on the emperor."

Ma Sanyuan waved his hand and said, "As soon as the emperor opens his mouth, that is the imperial edict, and now you are Zhao Zilong of the Ming Dynasty."

Jiang Lang was somewhat helpless and didn't say much, and Fan Zhong couldn't stand it anymore, so he said, "General Ma, this is the first time General Wang is here today. Should I introduce him to the relevant people first?"

Ma Sanyuan was stunned, then nodded and said, "General Fan is good, I have forgotten it. Let me introduce this person first."

He immediately pointed to a somewhat fair man and said, "He is still your deputy general, named Tong Jin." Then he pointed to another relatively strong man and said, "He is also your deputy general, named Yu Rong!"

"See General!"

After Ma Sanyuanyi finished introducing the article, the two immediately bowed.

"You are welcome!"

Jiang Lang took this opportunity to look at the two of them. Tong Jin was thin and pale, and it seemed that he was overly drunk, while Yu Rong was a man like an iron tower with a dark face.

Fan Zhong was a little bit in his heart now, but he still pretended not to know and asked: "General Ma, according to Lord Wang's official title, it seems that there is only one deputy general, why are there two deputy generals?"

Ma Sanyuan smiled and said, "The court knew that General Wang was a pillar of the country, so he took special care of him. Okay, we won't say much again. Your soldiers are now gathered in the schoolyard and are waiting for you to go."

Jiang Lang couldn't help but look at Fan Zhong slightly. Seeing Fan Zhong nodding slightly, he immediately said, "In this way, there will be General Ma."

Ma Sanyuan was not polite and walked in the front, with Jiang Lang and Fan Zhong following closely, Tong Jin and Yu Rong naturally followed Jiang Lang behind, and Sun Yuanbiao and others also stopped.

Jianglang Moyuan, the other camps of other troops, had been to the only camp of Jinyiwei. When he came in, he couldn't help but sigh slightly. The treatment of the imperial guards was different. The camps were not only clean and tidy, but also mostly new. The imperial guards who stood guard were not the same as those patrolling city guards on the streets. It can be seen that the imperial guards still had his proud capital.

Jiang Lang was just comparing the Imperial Guards with other troops and sighing. It was not that he was satisfied with these soldiers. In Jiang Lang's eyes, although these were also considered elite troops of the Ming Dynasty, they were still far behind those troops in the original society, not to mention that they were born in the special forces. After seeing too much, they became accustomed to it. Jiang Lang used to contact the elites in the army. Although the number of people was small, it did not mean that they had little combat power. Therefore, when training Sun Yuanbiao and others, they naturally followed that standard. Now that they met the elites of the Ming Dynasty, they couldn't help but compare, although this comparison made him a little disappointed.

Following Ma Sanyuan, Jiang Lang came to the schoolyard. About 2,000 people were standing neatly. It was not wind that the wind blew, and these people were still motionless. In the eyes of others, the imperial guards now seemed to be considered as neat in military appearance, but Jiang Lang did not show any shock on his face.

There is a wooden platform in front of the school ground, which is the so-called dot-column platform. When Jiang Lang and others just walked to the side, the war drums on the stage were knocked up by pounding, so everyone's eyes were focused on Jiang Lang and others.

After getting on the wooden platform, Ma Sanyuan pointed to the soldiers below and said, "They will be yours in the future. You might as well say a few words!"

Jiang Lang estimated the number of people, and there were indeed two thousand people. He knew that Wang Zhen had not approved the imperial edict and gave him one thousand more people. However, Jiang Lang did not intend to receive this affection now. After hearing what Ma Sanyuan said, he smiled slightly, nodded, walked forward and walked to the front of the stage. Realistically glanced at the people below. The ones standing in front were probably those who were heads of thousands of people, heads of hundreds of households, and they were somewhat disdainful in their eyes.

Jiang Lang didn't care about their eyes. After glanced at the audience, he shouted a loud voice: "I know the elite soldiers in the Imperial Guards. By then, what I want is the elite soldiers among the elite soldiers. Two thousand people are too many for me. I only want one thousand of you."

As soon as Jiang Lang said this, the audience couldn't help but feel a little sensational. The Imperial Guard, who had been standing neatly, suddenly became a little confused. The people below began to whisper, but the only ones who didn't move were Sun Yuanbiao and others.

Looking at the soldiers below, Jiang Lang was somewhat disappointed. Even if he was pretentious and had to remain calm in the face of provocations of others. Obviously, there were not many imperial guards below who could do this.

Seeing Jiang Lang say this, Fan Zhong's face was not surprised. It was a fact that Wang Zhen gave one thousand more people, so it was reasonable that Jiang Lang only had one thousand people. After all, Jiang Lang had already explained his reason on the way here.

But Ma Sanyuan didn't know. After hearing Jiang Lang say this, he couldn't help but look on his face and hurriedly said: "General Wang, is this the army given to you by the imperial court? How can you say no if you don't?"

Jiang Lang turned around and said lightly: "General Ma, the imperial edict of the court only asked me to command one thousand soldiers and horses, so I only had one thousand soldiers and horses. I think the court's intention was about to let me choose one thousand from these two thousand soldiers and horses. I can't disobey the imperial edict. Originally, I only commanded one thousand soldiers and horses and commanded two thousand. When the court pursued me, I would not be able to take responsibility."

After living, he turned his head to look at Fan Zhong and said, "General Fan, what do you think?"

Fan Zhong nodded and said, "It should be so. The imperial edict belongs to the emperor. How can it be violated? If it is pursued in the future, not only will Lord Wang be guilty of disobeying the imperial edict, but you, General Ma, will not report it at that time, and it will be unreasonable. Maybe I, Fan Zhong, will follow you and be exiled to the frontier."

"this……."

Ma Sanyuan couldn't help but be anxious at this time. Although he flattered to this position, he knew the severity of the matter. In this situation, he couldn't say in front of so many people that this was arranged by Wang Zhen.

"General Ma, for everyone's sake, I hope you don't make things difficult for me!"

Before Ma Sanyuan could speak, Jiang Lang interrupted him, then looked at Tong Jin and Yu Rong, and said, "I want one of them, deputy generals."

After saying that, he ignored the two of them and turned around to look at the Royal Guards who were talking below. Jiang Lang said loudly: "Before I choose a person, I will give you a chance."

Then he pointed to Sun Yuanbiao and others, and then said, "This is the one hundred brothers I brought from the Jinyiwei. Now anyone of you is dissatisfied with what I said just now, or thinks that my words are wrong. I will give you a chance. If you can hit them with the same number, I want you to apologize. On the contrary, if you can't do it, you have to abide by my rules and be honest with my soldiers. If you don't choose, go back wherever you come."

After saying that, Jiang Lang smiled slightly and said, "Of course, it is important that someone is not satisfied with me. You can think of me to challenge me alone. In order not to hurt the other party, we might as well use our fists! No matter whether we win or lose, there is no need to worry. No one can hold you responsible, so we should do it."

Turning his head, Jiang Lang said to Ma Sanyuan, whose face was a little gloomy and unstable, "General Ma, is this OK? If any explanation is needed in the future, I will naturally go back and explain, so General Ma doesn't have to worry."

Ma Sanyuan originally wanted to stop him, but when he heard Jiang Lang say this, he immediately stopped talking. Jiang Lang's so-called explanation was naturally to explain to Wang Zhen. Jiang Lang was respected by Wang Zhen, and Ma Sanyuan was somewhat unhappy in his heart and was happy to see Jiang Lang make a fool of himself.

Seeing that Ma Sanyuan didn't say anything, Jiang Lang turned his head, looked at the imperial guards below, and shouted: "What? Isn't anyone coming up? You are not the elites in the army, don't you even have this courage? It disappoints me too much."

Jiang Lang's words really worked. A big man standing in front could no longer help, so he stepped forward and clasped his fists and said, "General, I'll ask for some tricks!"
Chapter completed!