Fusu's Military Noble
With this attack, the entire transport team instantly became vigilant.
Fu Su also repeatedly ordered the soldiers to take turns to guard the place without any negligence.
Not long after, the grain was sent to Shangjun. The general guarding Shangjun was Wang Jian.
When he heard that Fu Su had single-handedly killed the leader of the Zhao Country and then killed 178 people, Wang Jian immediately jumped up.
On the huge wooden platform, tens of thousands of soldiers were present. Even the injured soldiers were standing on the wooden boards.
In the middle of the wooden platform, General Wang Jian stood impressively.
The tens of thousands of soldiers looked magnificent, and most of them were soldiers fighting on the front lines.
However, everyone was looking forward to one person.
It was none other than the eldest son of the Great Qin Dynasty, Fu Su!
They transported grain and fodder and killed 178 enemies.
Just this achievement alone made people's hair stand on end.
Do you know what a hundred and seventy-eight people means?
Even if the enemy stood there motionless, it would still take a lot of effort to annihilate them all.
A monster?
A three to four meter tall giant?
Or was it a three-headed, six-armed, green-faced, fanged, and man-eating existence?
After all, Shangjun's soldiers had been guarding this place for a long time, so it was not surprising that they did not know Fu Su's appearance.
Furthermore, Fu Su's identity was noble and rarely seen. Now, he had completely changed his appearance.
In the military camp, the rumors were getting more and more ridiculous.
He had almost become a five-to-six-meter-tall giant, an existence that could shatter mountains, rivers, suns, and moons with a punch and break rivers and streams with a hammer.
When Fu Su found out about this, he was speechless and almost laughed until his face cramped.
He couldn't help but think that if the soldiers of the three armies knew that he was a handsome scholarly man.
He wondered if they would be unable to breathe and directly choke to death here.
Victory brought military merits!
At this moment, rewards were being given out on the stage.
"Niu Er of Qilin Camp killed thirty-one enemies!”
"The title of Centurion and the title of Seventh Grade Official!”
"Six acres of land, six residences…"
……
"Liu Kai, Wu Yong of the Tiger Troop…"
"Kill three enemies and be awarded the rank of a first-class duke!”
"I'll give you a plot of land, a house, and a servant!”
…………
"Fu Su killed 178 enemies!”
"Fifth Doctor!"
"A hundred hectares of land!"
"Twenty servants."
"Otaku Seven!"
Since Shang Yang's reform, the role of military merits had long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Increase the official rank, endow the wife and children, and bless future generations!
Suddenly, everyone saw a thin and weak soldier slowly walk up to the high platform.
Their eyes were filled with disbelief.
With such a refined temperament, he killed 178 enemies and even obtained the title of the fifth doctor!
"Your Highness, you really surprised me.”
Wang Jian said in disbelief.
Wang Jian was shocked as he looked at Fu Su with his mouth agape. Following this, he knelt down on one knee and clasped his hands towards Great Qin's future successor.
"Old General Wang, you don't have to be so polite.”
"Please get up quickly. Fusu can't accept such a big gift.”
"Although I practice the Confucian Way, it is not the way of a pedantic scholar. I am just killing the enemy and serving the country.”
When a man was alive, he would gallop on the battlefield. Everyone's goal was to be conferred the title of marquis and general.
Fu Su was no exception.
Moreover, with the support of military merits, his position as the Crown Prince would be even more secure!
Guanzhong Corps, Qilin Camp, training ground.
The next day, as usual, Fu Su led his soldiers to start training.
What was different from the past was that this time, the number of soldiers in his hands had expanded to more than 7,000.
And the number didn't change, it was still called Qilin Camp.
The Qilin Camp had already surpassed the Tiger Troop Camp, becoming the number one battalion in the State of Qin.
Not only that, but this was also the only camp with the largest number of people in the entire Qin army.
The other military camps only had 1,000 people. Fu Su understood that the King of Qin wanted him to nurture his forces.
"Gather at Qilin Camp!"
Fu Su gave the order and activated the scholarly faction's enhancement dojo.
The scholarly faction's enhancement training field has been activated.
System: " When the host trains soldiers, it's better to use some slogans."
Fu Su had an idea.
"Next, you have to follow me and shout the slogan!”
Fu Su waved his raised right arm.
"What slogan?"
The soldiers were puzzled and had a bad feeling…
Fu Su thought of the brainwashing songs of some milk tea shops two thousand years later.
" You love me, I love you, my sweet, sweet
He had actually modified it for the first time.
" You hit me, I hit you. I want to unify the six states…"
He tried to sing it in the original tone, and he actually felt that the rhyme was especially appropriate.
This was the slogan that Fu Su had specially adapted for this training.
The entire chapter revolved around the goal of unifying the six states.
At the same time, this slogan had to be simple and easy to sing.
Therefore, he thought of the brainwashing propaganda song of a milk tea shop more than 2,000 years later and deliberately changed it to such a funny song.
It wasn't that Fu Su's personality had some bad taste, but that this tune had some kind of wonderful ability in brainwashing.
Back then, Fu Su was helpless against such songs in the modern world.
One could imagine that the soldiers of Qilin Camp below the stage were stunned by this demonic melody.
The soldiers listened to these brainwashing lyrics and melodies:
"Chief, what is the meaning of this song?”
Fu Su clenched his fists and grinned as he explained,"
"This is our training slogan."
"Look at how they rhyme.”
"You hit me, and I hit you. That's the battle situation on the battlefield.”
"To unify the six states is the wish of our Qilin Camp soldiers.”
"Is there anything wrong with what I said?"
These soldiers felt that something was wrong, but they couldn't pinpoint it.
"Your Highness, these melodies are so strange.”
Niu Er scratched his ears and cheeks. He really could not understand why Fu Su would think of such a strange song and even sing it as a slogan.
"Uh…this is an important slogan of the new Confucianism. If you want to become stronger, just sing with me…"
Fu Su hesitated for a while and finally came up with a more reasonable explanation.
"Your Highness, is the new Confucianism really that powerful?”
Niu Er quickly asked.
"I, Old Bull, also want to be a man who can 'stand at thirty'!”
Fu Su kicked him."
"Why do you talk so much nonsense!“
"Hurry up and sing with me!"
Fu Su's face darkened. He shouted to all the soldiers,"
"Whoever dares not to sing, you will be punished to pick feces the day after tomorrow!”
" You hit me, I hit you. I want to unify the six states…"
"Hurry up and sing!"
When the Qilin Camp soldiers, including Niu Er, heard the slogan that Fu Su made up, their faces twitched and their bodies went numb.
"What should we do, Old Bull?"
"I'm numb…"
"I'll just crack it open…"
"There's no other way. In order to become stronger."
"Yes, in order to become stronger and stand at thirty, I, Old Bull, will go all out.”
These soldiers were all talking at once, and it wasn't easy for them to overcome their psychological barriers.
Then, these people blushed and sang loudly,"
"You hit me, I hit you. I want to unify the six states.”
"Hit me, I'll hit you ~"
Fu Su started to feel a little awkward.
"You don't have to shout the last sentence!"
His face turned slightly red as he shouted.
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