"These people are ordinary people after all. Even if you pass the Nine Yang Manual to them, none of them can master it. They may not even be able to recognize the words on it."
"Starting from today, you will divide these more than 10,000 new soldiers into groups of four to five."
"After the six major sects besieged Guangmingding, those of us who were left, as well as those who came back from other places one after another, are the real elite."
"These elite troops together number about 5,000 people."
"These five thousand people will train these new troops together."
"Teach them the simplest fighting methods and the simplest swordsmanship."
After hearing this, Yang Xiao was filled with admiration for Zhang Wuji.
For such a long time, Yang Xiao has only used dozens of people to train this new army of more than 10,000 people.
The results of his training are quite insignificant.
If the original disciples of the Ming Cult were dispersed and integrated into this group of new troops, it would definitely be possible to achieve twice the result with half the effort.
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At noon that day, after Zhang Wuji returned to Guangmingding, he sent all the men there to the new army camp.
He gambled everything he had and bet everything on the Ming Cult.
Just like he said himself.
"The first battle of the Ming Cult will be a decisive battle. If they can capture Xuzhou, they will have the possibility of planting the 'Ming' flag all over the world."
"If they were defeated at the gates of Xuzhou, Zhang Wuji and the entire Ming Cult would have exited the stage of history prematurely."
"Young Master, it's time to eat," Han Zhao suddenly appeared behind Zhang Wuji with a playful look on his face.
Zhang Wuji turned around and smiled, "Yes, it's time to eat. Even if something big happens, we can't go hungry."
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