A wild boar weighs 150 kilograms. After removing internal organs and bones, one person can get at least one and a half kilograms of pork.

So, in the eyes of many people, this meal tonight can be regarded as the best meal they have eaten in their lifetime.

After eating and drinking, feeling the remaining aroma of pork in my mouth, a hint of rosy appeared on everyone's faces full of vegetables. A very rare smile also appeared on everyone's faces from time to time.

As the night became darker and deeper, the lively mountain village slowly calmed down. Among the more than 60 bandits, the two with the highest prestige and the strongest strength were the two. Wang Feng and Zhao Yun were called out by Wei Zheng to their rooms one after another.

Wei Zheng was full of gratitude to Zhao Yun, who was determined to help him establish prestige in the copycat.

With two pairs of shocked eyes staring, Wei Zheng suddenly bowed to the two.

Then, he said with gratitude: "Brother Zhao, Brother Wang, you both are older than me, I will call you that in the future. If it weren't for your help, I, Wei Zheng, might have been killed by the Tartars in yesterday's action. So tonight, I specially called the two brothers to express my gratitude..."

"Especially Brother Zhao, I see everything you do today. If it weren't for you, my Wei Zheng's prestige among his brothers would never have become so high..."

Zhao Yun and Wang Feng quickly returned a greeting to Wei Zheng and said, "The boss... I dare not take it, how could we accept your gift... If you hadn't rescued us at a critical moment, we would have been separated and would not have lived now."

As a superior, especially in this hierarchical old society, some things can be reached.

Therefore, Wei Zheng did not make much trouble on this matter.

After waved his hand and stopped them from continuing to talk, Wei Zheng directly started the real topic of tonight. After a brief contemplation, he asked directly to his two confidants.

"Brother Zhao, Brother Wang, I won't say much about some compliments. I want to know how the morale of the brothers is after tonight, and whether to fight in a few days..."

Once you were bitten by a snake for ten years, you were afraid of a rope. This is the truest portrayal of Zhao Yun's heart at this moment.

Especially after just experiencing yesterday's crushing defeat, Zhao Yun's calm face turned pale when he heard the word "fight". He asked Wei Zheng with a worried look: "Boss, are we going to fight again..."

Thinking of the physical fitness of more than 60 subordinates who were so weak, Wei Zheng didn't want to go out to fight now.

According to Wei Zheng's always cautious personality, he must maintain the health of at least 60 brothers under his command, and only after training and forming can he take the initiative to attack.

However, time waits for no one.

The grain of the parody has reached its bottom, and in history, the Later Jin Tartars had to stay here for half a year before retreating.

If you want to escape this war, enough food is absolutely necessary. Therefore, Wei Zheng had to affirm with helpless expression: "If we don't go to war, what will we eat..."

Seeing Zhao Yun's face becoming increasingly worried, Wei Zheng continued to speak: "But don't worry, this time we will never be as reckless as yesterday. If we are not sure, I will never let my brothers die again."

Speaking of this, Wei Zheng changed his tone and said in a non-disputed tone: "Don't continue to discuss the matter when going to fight, but the question just now: How are the morale of the brothers? Do you have the determination to fight..."

After looking at Wang Feng, Zhao Yun, who looked helpless, had to answer: "Please rest assured, brothers' morale is absolutely fine. The boss said in one sentence: If you want your brothers to die, everyone will not frown."

Wei Zheng smiled and then turned his gaze to Wang Feng.

Wang Feng understood God's answer: "Boss, the morale of the thirty brothers on my side is also very stable, and there should be no big problem when going out to fight a war. However, the brothers' physical fitness is too poor, and the physical fitness cannot be trained in a short period of time. Therefore, I am worried that this time we will suffer heavy losses as much as yesterday."

Compared with Zhao Yun's honesty, Wang Feng is obviously more knowledgeable and speaks more organized than Zhao Yun.

After throwing a hint of praise at Wang Feng, Wei Zheng had to reassure the two confidants: "Don't worry, there may be losses, but they will definitely be within our affordable range. I just said that if I am not sure about this attack, I will never do it."

Since Wei Zheng had made up his mind, of course, Zhao Yun and Wang Feng had no choice but to obey.

After the same wry smile appeared on Zhao Yun's face, he asked directly to Wei Zheng.

"Since you are going to attack, you have to be prepared... Tell me, if you have anything to prepare, I will start to do it tomorrow and strive to go out and win a big victory."

Wei Zheng's face immediately became serious, and he decisively ordered: "The first thing to solve is food..."

"No surprise, from tomorrow, the pits I dug in the back mountain will have a harvest. So, from tomorrow, we strive to make half a pound of pork a day and add enough lard. In addition, take out all the remaining grains and make them dry for everyone to eat. We must ensure that the brothers can eat enough in the next three days."

Seeing the two nodded with approval, Wei Zheng continued to order: "The second jump, starting from tomorrow, as long as the brothers who are not injured, all of them will participate in training. I will make the appearance of the brothers fundamentally change through the next two days of training, and teach them some skills to save lives on the battlefield."

Early the next morning, when a group of bandits who were rarely hungry were still lying on the bed and dreaming, a crisp metal pounding suddenly sounded in the training ground. Then, Wang Feng's roar reached everyone's ears...

"The boss ordered: everyone get up immediately for training, those who are late will not have lunch..."

The food in the village is limited, so everyone can live a meal of hunger and fullness. If you don’t give lunch, you can imagine that a day that will be hit by hunger will definitely be very difficult.

Sixty bandits seemed to have been suddenly injected with a dose of stimulant, muttering these complaints and quickly lifted them from the bed. In less than a minute, they put on their thin and worn clothes and rushed out of the thatched hut with their own weapons.

After seeing Wei Zheng, Zhao Yun and Wang Feng who were already standing in the center of the training ground, the resentment in everyone's heart immediately disappeared.

Even the boss got up to train with him, let alone a small gong.

He glanced and quickly gathered in front of him, without any order. There were sixty subordinates holding spears and big swords. Wei Zheng used his greatest voice to shout: "Brothers, I have something to announce to you now, and I hope everyone will listen."

"I don't care what the rules of our copycat were originally. From today on, all the rules will be done as I said now. From now on, the copycat will have formal training every day. During the training period, all brothers eat dry food, and each person has half a pound of pork every day. Tell me if you can accept it..."

Although the sixty men standing in front of Wei Zheng were all bandits, they were all the lowest military households and people in the Ming Dynasty before joining the parable. For them, as long as they could have enough food, they could kill the Tartars, let alone a training session.

In addition to the promise of having enough food, the boss in front of him also has half a pound of pork every day. Compared with the days when he couldn't even eat enough food, he could be called a life of a god.

Therefore, as soon as Wei Zheng's voice fell, various answers began to ring in the training ground.

"One of the boss, we can accept..."

"As long as I eat meat, I will let me die immediately, and I will listen to the boss..."

"We will do whatever the boss says, and we will be loyal to the boss..."

Compared with Wang Feng and Zhao Yun who were satisfied beside him, Wei Zheng not only had no smile on his face, but instead showed a hint of solemnity.

Because Wei Zheng did not find any quality and discipline that later soldiers should have from the sixty people in front of him.

However, Wei Zheng also knew that what he thought was not something he could see in these bandits in a short time. His imperative to delay now was to train a team that could fight against the Tartars in a short time, and to grab the food he needed from the Tartars, rather than delusion about the future.

After quickly suppressing his dissatisfaction, Wei Zheng shouted calmly as much as possible: "It's great..."

"In order to improve everyone's combat effectiveness, I decided to start today and we will divide into two teams for training. One is the long spear team, which specializes in assassination, and the other is the big sword team, which specializes in close combat."

"Wang Feng of the Long Gun Team is the captain of everyone, and I will train myself for the time being. Zhao Yun of the Big Sword Team is the captain of the Long Gun Team, and I will train myself for the time being."
Chapter completed!