After returning to the barracks, after dinner, it was dark and the soldiers went back to the barracks to rest.

At this time, Wu Datou walked into the barracks from outside, saw He Wuhen on the bed at the door, and nodded slightly to greet him.

He glanced at the barracks again and saw that the nine soldiers had arrived. He clapped his hands and signaled everyone to come around. He had something to say.

"Brothers, I have reported to General Wu Long that we killed the rocket pig yesterday. The general is very happy and rewarded him with fifty taels of silver."

"However, everyone knows that although the general rewarded our team, He Wuhen killed the Rocket Pig alone. So, this money should be given to him. Do you have any objections?"

While talking, Wu Datou took out a purse, which contained five silver ingots of ten taels, shining brightly under the lights.

In this world, ordinary people use copper coins, while wealthy families use silver.

Fifty taels of silver are enough for an ordinary family of three, and the amount of food, clothing and food is a considerable asset.

These veterans served in the Black Armor Camp, and their monthly military pay was only a few taels of silver.

This is the number one lion brigade in Qingyuan Country. The soldiers’ salary is only so small. It is conceivable that every tael of silver is very precious and you can buy a lot of things.

Looking at the five silver ingots, the veterans' eyes shone and subconsciously swallowed.

However, they are all men who are free and easy enough to be a bachelor. Originally, the Rocket Pig was killed by He Wuhen, and it has nothing to do with them, so they won't make a noise because of the money.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Wu Datou reached out and handed the silver to He Wuhen.

However, He Wuhen just smiled slightly and did not go to take the silver. Instead, he pushed Wu Datou's hand away, patted his shoulder and said, "You all share these silvers equally, I don't need them."

"Who am I? I am the eldest young man in Yujing City, and I still lack this little money? And what about you? You are all poor people, mud-legged, and come to join the army for a livelihood. These money is not enough for me to drink, but it can add a few sets of clothes to your wife and children, and add one more dish for each meal, right?"

After He Wuhen said this, Wu Datou was stunned. Several veterans also looked at He Wuhen with burning eyes, with a look of ashamed on their faces.

After bowing his head and being ashamed for a while, Wu Datou raised his head and smiled freely and said, "Okay, since the eldest young master is polite to us, we will not be pretentious. We will collect this money."

Then, Wu Datou put the silver away and then said seriously to He Wuhen: "Master, I have offended many things before. I, Wu Datou, are a straightforward fool, please don't keep it in my heart."

After Wu Datou said this, everyone understood what was going on and their faces were a little embarrassed.

Thinking about the fact that they asked the monsters to threaten He Wuhen, and thinking about the money they had just paid, these men felt their cheeks hot and they dared not look at He Wuhen directly.

However, they are all passionate men who can take on and let go, and they will definitely not be hesitant.

So, Zhao Tiezhu and Yan Sangou also spoke: "Young Master, you also know that there has always been this custom in the military camp, and new recruits are all trained and rectified. When each of us first joined the army, we were also punished so badly and came like that. Therefore, the previous incident was not something we intended to target you, so please don't remember the villain's life."

Li Dazhuang also spoke quickly and said, "Yes, we just wanted to scare you before, but we really didn't expect that there would be monsters to appear. However, what we didn't expect was that you, the eldest son, were so brave. Killing monsters alone was simply admirable to me, Li Dazhuang."

Although the other veterans were unable to participate in that incident, they also had the idea of ​​rectifying the bullying of He Wuhen. Now that they have made the decision, they all apologized to He Wuhen.

In response to this, facing the ashamed and apologetic eyes of everyone, He Wuhen did not get angry as they expected. He just smiled and patted Wu Datou on the shoulder and said, "I understand this, I don't blame you. Who made me so infamous before? Who doesn't know my past in the entire Yujing City? It's natural for you to not stand me."

"And you don't have to call me the eldest master. If the impact is not good in the military camp, just call me my name."

Seeing that He Wuhen didn't care about these things, he was so generous and approachable, and had no airs of a eldest son, Wu Datou and others had a greater likes for him.

"Haha, He Wuhen, you are indeed worthy of being He Dashang's grandson. I, Wu Datou, like your temper and personality. We will all follow you from now on."

"So too!" Other veterans also raised their hands enthusiastically, expressing their desire to hug He Wuhen's thigh.

The atmosphere in the barracks was peaceful. He Wuhen put down the style of a playboy, called brothers and brothers to these veterans approachable, laughed and played, and soon integrated into the barracks and became the leader in everyone's hearts.

These veterans are all men who lick blood from the edge of the knife. They will not be afraid of your status and power, nor will they deliberately flatter He Wuhen because of his noble status.

If He Wuhen's performance had not completely shocked and convinced them, they would not have surrounded He Wuhen so willingly and centered on him.

Soon, everyone dispersed and went to bed to rest.

He Wuhen, who was lying on the bed, was in a good mood. Although he was troubled by others when he came to the military camp, he impressed everyone in the barracks in just two days. This was an excellent start, what else to be afraid of?

Early the next morning, everyone got up and started training.

In the morning, many soldiers practiced boxing and fighting skills on the school ground, and He Wuhen practiced the basic swordsmanship in the corner of the school ground.

In the afternoon, Wu Datou and others were shirtless and moving stone locks and drilling wooden stakes on the school ground. He Wuhen still held the blood-drinking knife and practiced the six basic sword techniques in the corner of the school ground.

Veterans such as Wu Datou are all the strength of a level seven martial artist to a level nine martial artist, and their hands are 800 to 900 kilograms. Several people train themselves, and they carry 800 kilograms of stone locks and millstones.

The eight hundred kilograms of power on both hands is a level eight martial artist, and the nine hundred kilograms of power is a level nine martial artist. After breaking through one thousand kilograms of power, you will be a level one warrior.

A level nine warrior has the power of 10,000 kilograms of both hands and can raise a copper tripod with thousands of kilograms with one hand. That is the terrifying existence that is truly powerful and can knock out a stone tablet with one punch.

The reason why the warrior realm has such powerful power is that when you become a first-level samurai, your dantian will cultivate a sense of qi, which can breathe out the energy of heaven and earth, and you can train your organs and change your blood.

As for warriors at the level of martial arts, they are already strong in Qingyuan Kingdom, and they all have more than 10,000 kilograms of power that can activate the energy cultivated in the dantian out of their bodies, forming weapons and armor that transforms the energy. Ordinary swords can no longer pose a threat to them.

When he returned to Yujing City to fight against the rebels, he pushed open the 50,000-jin gate with bare hands when he pushed open the 50,000-jin gate.

Moreover, he used his Yuanli to protect his body and blocked the ten thousand arrows at once, and did not hurt a single hair by the arrow rain.

For example, the assassin who assassinated He Wuhen that night was also a real martial artist. Unfortunately, he encountered the peerless treasure sword of the Blood Drinking Knife. He was actually injured by the Blood Drinking Knife and was also absorbed by the Blood Drinking Knife.

Wu Datou and others and other soldiers in the military camp were moving stone locks and punching wooden stakes, and they were so tired that they were sweating profusely.

Seeing He Wuhen standing in the corner with a calm expression, and constantly repeatedly drawing the sword, swinging the sword, and slashing, the few people immediately laughed.

"Hey, Mr. He, I see you swung the knife for a long time and didn't even sweat. You kid are cheating!"

Wu Datou and others' impression of He Wuhen changed and they were no longer hostile to him. However, unexpectedly, several people refused to call him his name, and they all called him He Da Shao.

He was called Master He when he spoke, and he seemed very respectful, but his words were casual, like a good brother. Such strange words were said from Wu Datou and others, and they didn't feel awkward at all.

He Wuhen practiced the sword technique for the whole day and kept tossing and turning the knife, swinging and chopping, without feeling boring at all.

Although he had swung the knife more than 10,000 times and was exhausted, the more he practiced, the more he became more and more energetic, and he felt that he had gradually found the feeling.

At the same time, what made him even more happy was that after practicing the sword technique for a day, his proficiency in the "Basic Sword Technique" also increased.

After hearing Wu Datou's words, He Wuhen couldn't help but sneer: "What? Wu Datou, you feel unbalanced? That's fine, why don't you use my knife and practice the knife skills."

"Ah?" Wu Datou was stunned and immediately recalled what happened the day before yesterday. Several of them pulled out the blood-drinking knife from the rocket pig's head. Four people had to carry the knife to hand it over to He Wuhen.

Suddenly, he shook his head like a rattle, and waved his hands speechlessly and said, "Forget it, my eldest son, your magic weapon sword, I think only you, a monster, can move it."

"Haha, just know. If anyone else doesn't agree, tell them what I said." He Wuhen laughed and continued to practice sword skills intently.

Soon, five days passed in peace.

During the day, He Wuhen practiced the basic sword technique hard, drawing the sword more than 20,000 times a day.
Chapter completed!