Chapter 169 Devil Training

Lin Changning looked at the two ordinary-looking people below with some confusion.

Qi Rong explained, "My bodyguards have been with me since they were young, so it wouldn't be appropriate for you to feel that way. Therefore, I found two people with clean backgrounds. These two people will be your bodyguards from now on. They will follow you wherever you go. If you need anything, just call them and they will come out. The one on the left is called A-Da, and the one on the right is called A-Er."

Lin Changning was both delighted and embarrassed: "Keeping bodyguards must be expensive, Second Brother. You've gone to a lot of trouble."

Qi Rong chuckled: "The Prince's Mansion has a special place to keep secret guards. They are all under contract and receive a daily salary. Don't worry, use them. I'm the one who pays their salaries."

Lin Changning scratched his head: "How could I possibly accept this?"

Qi Rong looked at Lin Changning's youthful and spirited face with gentle eyes: "If it weren't for you, Xiao Liu, leading people down from the city wall and protecting me for so long under the Tartars, I wouldn't have been able to come back alive. My aunt and uncle know about this. Don't worry, I am the heir of the Duke of Qi's mansion, and my life is very valuable."

Lin Changning thanked him happily, then turned and left with his entourage.

As Qi Rong watched Lin Changning's departing figure, he couldn't help but fall into thought. He actually had some memories of that fierce battle under the city wall that day.

He was prepared to die, using himself as bait to stall until all the civilians evacuated. Before he came down, he gave a strict order: Lao Ma, Lao Zhou, and Lao Zhang were fine, but they would never come down to save him against his orders!

He watched as the boy led the cavalry into the encirclement without hesitation, and he admitted that he was moved. At first, he only valued the boy's potential. He was literate, had a smooth personality, and was naturally strong. These three points alone were enough for him to win him over.

When he was surrounded, he didn't think of anything. As more and more people surrounded him and he bled more and more, he thought that this was probably the end for him. But then, he turned around and saw the boy leading cavalry, like an arrow piercing through the encirclement.

The two fought side by side. The young man wielded his long sword so skillfully that it left afterimages. His murderous aura startled the surrounding Tartars, who dared not approach. The two of them were the closest, and he clearly saw the bright red mark on the young man's shoulder.

Xiao Liu's martial arts skills were indeed outstanding, and the sword manual he was given was also extremely exquisite. However, no matter how powerful a person is, he is still just a human being, and Xiao Liu can get injured.

As the battle drew to a close, almost everyone around them was dead. Xiao Liu carried the unconscious man on his not-so-broad shoulders, his frail body supporting him as they stood atop the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

When he fell into a coma, he looked up at the sky, which was already getting a little dark. He turned his head and saw Xiao Liu's thin chin.

It was unclear whether the blood on Xiao Liu's face was his own or that of his enemy; it dripped down his face drop by drop, making his expression appear even more ferocious and ruthless.

After he fell into a coma, he could still hear the sounds around him, but he couldn't open his eyes no matter what he did.

At that time, he thought that he had dragged Xiao Liu down with him.

He didn't have to come back; he didn't have to come down.

The young man's sense of loyalty left a deep and lasting impression on Qi Rong.

Lin Changning exchanged a few words with the two men to get acquainted, then let them go about their own business. A minute later, the two men had vanished without a trace. Lin Changning looked them over from head to toe, but couldn't find where they had gone.

I couldn't help but marvel; products from the Prince's Mansion were indeed exquisite.

After arriving at the training ground, Lin Changning reassembled the team. They practiced in the morning and then sparred in the afternoon. However, after watching one pair after another practice, Lin Changning felt that something was off.

These people were ultimately just all show and no substance; even their fighting lacked any real strategy. Their fight looked like a monkey show in the street, and the more Lin Changning watched, the darker his face became.

The fight between these people was immediately halted. The only difference between these people and the border troops was that these people had never seen blood and did not have the ferocity and murderous aura of the border troops.

Lin Changning had a sudden inspiration and decided to give these people a shock.

Lin Changning summoned Lu Shan and ordered him to ride a horse to the place in Taiyuan where Daxing Bianmin was settled to find a few people. There were quite a few people in the border army who were quite skilled. Although their techniques and methods were not good, they had the advantage of using deadly moves every time. This kind of sparring was not something that could be compared to. Every move was aimed at taking a life.

After Lu Shan left, Lin Changning ordered everyone to rest where they were. He then moved a small stool to a chair, took a small bamboo tube in his hand, and leisurely drank tea. After finishing his tea, he put the water back on the stool and waited for Lu Shan to bring the person back.

Once the people are brought here, the show will begin!

Lu Shan arrived quickly, followed by several commoners dressed in coarse linen clothes.

After entering the headquarters, the group looked each other up and down, and their eyes lit up when they saw Lin Changning in the training ground.

The group quickly lined up and ran to Lin Changning's side, clasped their hands in greeting, and said loudly, "Greetings, Commander."

The group of people sitting below looked at the group of people who had inexplicably run over with some confusion.

Lin Changning waved his hand, signaling the people to stand up: "I have something to discuss with you today."

Zhao Yang, who was leading the group, clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Please give us your orders, Commander, and we will do our best."

Lin Changning patted the shoulders of a few people and pointed to the group below: "It's nothing major. I asked you to come over so I could spar with them."

The group of people looked the others up and down, and a disdainful smile appeared on their faces.

This lazy, ineffective team could easily take on five or six of them by themselves.

After Lin Changning finished speaking, he stood in front of everyone and ordered them to line up and prepare for a new round of practice.

This time, Lu Shan brought over 10 people. We didn't bully them; each person fought against a team, letting them see the difference between them and a true elite division.

After the reorganization was completed, Lin Changning leaned back in his chair and said, "Let's begin. Zhao Yang, you go first. When you can't keep up, come back and rest, and then the next person can take your place."

Zhao Yang stepped forward and pointed to the first pair of hooked fingers: "Come on, you two?"

The two men below exchanged a glance at Zhao Yang, who had a slightly disdainful look on his face, and rushed over. However, before they could get close, Zhao Yang kicked them 2 meters away.

Another person helped the other person up, and the two wanted to continue fighting, seemingly intending to win by outnumbering each other.

One person attacked from the front, and another from the back. One person finally managed to climb onto Zhao Yang's back and prepare to choke him, while the other was facing him from the front, wanting to punch him.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yang grabbed the man's fist, twisted his arm, and made him kneel on the ground. He then kicked the man down, pressed him to the ground, and then, holding the hand around his neck, threw him over his shoulder with a powerful throw...