"You're right." Duan Yongfeng rubbed his head and said, "It just adds a lot of trouble."

Xia Dayu laughed and said, "You have to think about it this way. If Old Song hadn't said that, how could you have snatched the position of commander of the central army?"

Duan Yongfeng was overjoyed: "Yes. If I defeat all of you, I will be the commander of the central army."

Even a fool knows the difference between eight thousand people and one thousand people.

In ancient times, there was a saying that good iron is not used to make nails, and good men do not become soldiers.

But the land of Qingzhou is mostly barren.

Therefore, in order to survive, the Qingzhou soldiers became extremely famous.

Especially now.

Experienced natural disasters and man-made disasters.

The people of Qingzhou are living in dire straits.

If Zhao Lin hadn't come, we would have started to eat dirt.

Really eating dirt.

So when Zhao Lin recruited soldiers, people from Qingzhou came after hearing the news and gathered 20,000 people in one day.

After several days of training and elimination, those who remain are the elites.

Unlike other armies, it is either made up of veterans or able-bodied men captured to make up the numbers.

The competition was exciting.

After three days of competition.

These 16,000 newly recruited soldiers.

The squad leaders, platoon leaders, centurions, and thousand-man commanders have all been selected.

"Let's go, we'll go there too." Tang Baihan said.

The 16 new thousand-householders, plus the three of Tang Baihan and a new thousand-householder, and the thousand-cavalry thousand-householder, totaled 21 thousand-householders.

Line up in a row.

Behind them are their respective subordinates.

21 thousand-man teams, neatly arranged and silent, with only the occasional neighing of horses echoing the flags fluttering in the wind.