Ren Gang nodded quickly after hearing this: "Don't worry, don't worry, if anything happens, bring your head to see me."
Lin Feng was speechless. What do I need your broken head for?
…
For such a large Gu family manor, accommodating five hundred deserters is as easy as drinking water.
Ren Gang was a commander guarding the pass and still had official authority, so these deserters did not dare to act rashly. Lin Feng gave them a lot of food, which they could distribute among themselves.
Over the next few days, Ren Gang began to train these deserters. Han Shan saw this and said with disdain, "With your training methods, they will eventually be defeated by you."
Ren Gang was a little angry and said angrily: "Han Shan, your uncle and I are friends regardless of age difference. Let me remind you to be more polite when speaking."
Han Shan laughed heartily. "Friends regardless of age? Bullshit! My uncle-in-law even said after he got drunk that he rescued you from the Northern Barbarians. What a joke!"
Ren Gang wanted to refute but didn't know where to start. He could only say viciously, "I know that I drove you out of Jingmen Pass and made you hate me, but don't you think about how many people you killed in the quarantine compound? How could I, as the commander, let you in if you were so dangerous?"
Han Shan said sarcastically, "Yes, you are so awesome! You drove us away and let hundreds of thousands of Northern Barbarians in. Tsk tsk! I don't know if you are stupid or not."
"Han Shan, the Northern Barbarians used a swarm of black bees, and we couldn't resist them at all. Don't generalize and deny the sacrifices of our soldiers. In a head-on battle, they might not be able to take Jingmen Pass..."
Han Shan waved his hand to interrupt him. "Alright, stop trying so hard. It's not shameful to admit you're useless. Black bees are nothing. My old master said it when he was drunk. He killed a lot of those black bees. It's just that you don't have the ability. Why do you want to fight head-on? My old master also said when he was drunk that there are tunnels under the walls of Jingmen Pass. They leak like a sieve. How shameless!"
Ren Gang was so angry! That fat old man was a chatterbox, and when he was drunk he would say anything, but it was all true.
"Hmph! Since you are so skilled, why don't you come down and teach me how to train these soldiers? Come on!" Ren Gang shouted.
Han Shan moved lightly and floated in front of Ren Gang.
Ren Gang was secretly amazed at his skills, but he couldn't brag about it.
"I'll come if I want. I'll let you see the advanced martial arts of my sect so that you can know how big the gap is." Han Shan looked confident.
Ren Gang spread his hands and said, "Okay, I'll just watch from the side." After that, he went to the sidelines and sat on the ground.
Han Shan smiled slightly, and then began to train the five hundred deserters.
What Han Shan taught them was a group attack formation. This formation could retreat or advance, attack or defend, and the formation was unpredictable. The key was to fight in unity. Ren Gang could see the mystery in it and admired it in his heart, but he could not give in because this old man Han's words were too irritating.
In the following time, Han Shan became more and more addicted to teaching, and Ren Gang kept learning carefully at the side, thinking about the loopholes in the competition, but he just couldn't find any flaws at all.
The open and covert fight between the two men exhausted the five hundred deserters. Some of them were quite stubborn and dared to confront Han Shan. Han Shan just stretched out a finger and knocked them down.
"You dare to challenge me with this ability? You are just like your general sitting on the ground. You are bullies at home, but you become cowards when you meet the northern barbarians." Han Shan said sarcastically.
Five hundred deserters plus Ren Gang wanted to tear him apart at this moment.
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On the top of the city wall, Zhang Sanfeng said cheerfully to Lin Feng, "These soldiers lack fighting spirit. Without it, the whole team will be useless. If Han uses this trick, he can arouse a bit of bloodiness in their hearts."
Lin Feng agreed. These men were defeated soldiers. Deserting meant they were cowards. He was keeping them alive so they could protect his family. If they were useless, what good would they do? Therefore, his master had entrusted Han Shan with training. Ren Gang was brave but not wise, stubborn, and had been in a comfortable position for years. He was not a good general.
But Han Shan is different. He has undergone rigorous training in the sect since he was a child, and has been struggling in the martial arts world for many years. He can be said to be experienced and has a more active mind.
Over the past few days, the five hundred deserters had been tortured beyond recognition by Han Shan. Zhang Sanfeng also instructed Lin Feng, "Martial arts training is 20% skill and 30% kindness. You can give them more meat to keep their bodies healthy and at the same time make them remember your kindness."
"Okay! Master, what about the other 50%? What is it?" Lin Feng asked curiously.
Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said, "The remaining 50% is to establish authority."
"Establish authority?" Lin Feng pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
Master is worthy of being a master, he can always peel away the clouds and mist to see the truth.
Zhang Sanfeng continued, "Wei means fear. To be feared, you must first make them fear you."
Lin Feng: "Master, that's easy. I'm confident I can establish my authority."
"Good!" Zhang Sanfeng nodded with satisfaction, then went back to the house to eat watermelon.
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