Wu Shuangren wanted Xu Yu to try it first, and if it didn't work, they should stop immediately.
As long as one doesn't delve deeper into cultivation, the initial hidden dangers can be gradually repaired.
So he summoned Bai Jinhuan and asked if the other party had any internal cultivation Internal Skill for adults.
Bai Jinhuan shook his head.
He practiced martial arts from a young age and never trained in any other Internal Skill.
"Then let someone inquire whether there are any people in West River Market who only started practicing Internal Skill after reaching adulthood and eventually became famous?"
Wu Shuangren gave the order.
After taking over the Xie Clan Chamber of Commerce, the Fist Academy became the undisputed number one power in West River Market.
Mo Zhengxing also strengthened his control over intelligence. Following Wu Shuangren's instructions, he quickly obtained relevant information.
"Many martial arts practitioners in West River Market only learn their Internal Skill after reaching adulthood. The most famous among them is Luo Heng, the leader of the Flying Feather Gang."
Mo Zhengxing said to Wu Shuangren, "Luo Heng started out as a laborer at the West River Wharf, and at the age of twenty-five, he was still a porter. Later, he learned martial arts from somewhere and gradually made a name for himself, eventually founding the Flying Feather Gang."
Upon hearing this, Wu Shuangren was immediately moved.
Although Luo Heng's martial arts skills were not First Rate, he was able to establish the Flying Feather Gang and gain a foothold in West River Market, which must have been due to his unique abilities.
"Luo Heng, Flying Feather Gang..."
Wu Shuangren looked at Mo Zhengxing, "Wait a little longer. Once our people arrive, we can take care of both things at the same time!"
Mo Zhengxing knew what Wu Shuangren was talking about, and couldn't help but show excitement.
"I wonder how many people Bo County can recruit this time?"
"Just wait, they should be here soon."
Fourteen days after the Xie family was destroyed.
Several hundred able-bodied men lined up on the official road near West River Market.
Wu Dongrong, dressed in a dark blue robe, rode at the head of the group, his travel-worn face showing both fatigue and solemnity.
This time, when Bo County came to West River Market, he did not take the official road, but instead took the side road.
Because having so many people on the official road would be too conspicuous and make them easy targets for ambushes.
If the Mist Hidden Temple gets wind of this and sends cavalry to attack, these hundreds of new recruits will surely be wiped out if they are charged by the cavalry in the open field!
If you take the official road from Bo County to West River Market, it will take about three days to arrive.
They took a shortcut, which involved traversing forests and climbing hills, and it took them more than six days to reach West River Market.
The team consisted of over 800 people, of whom more than 700 were untrained recruits.
Leading these people on a march of over a hundred miles through the wilderness was a tremendous challenge for Wu Dongrong, a retired veteran of the border army!
Fortunately, the dozen or so veterans that Wu Shuangren sent back played a crucial role.
With the help of these veterans to manage the new recruits, plus a hundred militiamen who had been training for nearly a month, Wu Dongrong was able to complete the march without any major incidents.
In the end, only a few people suffered non-combat casualties due to falls, food poisoning, or insect bites.
Throughout the journey, Wu Dongrong emphasized two things to the new recruits most: obeying orders and standing in formation.
So when they arrived at West River Market, the ranks of the several hundred new recruits, though still not perfectly orderly, were already taking shape.
Upon receiving the news, Wu Shuangren led over a hundred militiamen from the Fist Academy out of West River Market to greet them.
92. To subdue the enemy without fighting.
"Father!"
Wu Shuangren came to greet him from afar.
Wu Dongrong dismounted and quickly went to meet him.
When the father and son met, Wu Dongrong grabbed Wu Shuangren's shoulders tightly with both hands and carefully looked him up and down.
Don't worry, I'm fine.
Wu Shuangren smiled.
His left shoulder injury hadn't actually healed; it still hurt a bit when Wu Dongrong pinched it, but he pretended to be fine.
Wu Dongrong looked into Wu Shuangren's eyes, his lips trembling slightly, as if he had a lot to say.
In the end, Wu Dongrong only said dryly, "Your parents only have you as their child, you have to take good care of yourself!"
"..."
Hearing this, Wu Shuangren felt a pang of sadness.
He had prepared a lot to boast about: how booming the boxing business was, how much money he had plundered from the Xie family, and how powerful he was in West River Market...
But seeing the exhaustion on Wu Dongrong's face and the worry in his eyes, Wu Shuangren couldn't say anything for a moment and could only nod vigorously.
Finally, Wu Dongrong broke the silence, pointing to the militia formation behind him and saying, "We recruited a total of 878 people this time. As you wrote in your letter, I left 100 new recruits in Bo County for your Uncle Liao to train. The rest have all been brought here."
So many people?
A smile finally appeared on Wu Shuangren's face.
The county seat of Bo County, along with the surrounding villages, has more than 4,300 households, with about 2,000 able-bodied young people who meet the age requirements for the militia training.
Of these two thousand people, half have now joined the militia.
This is already a very high percentage for Wu Shuangren.
After all, not everyone dares to join the army and risk their lives. In addition, some people come from well-off families and do not need to risk their lives; others are weak and sickly and do not meet the physical requirements.
By this calculation, Wu Shuangren has essentially wiped out all the soldiers that Bo County could recruit.
He walked towards the militiamen with Wu Dongrong, Wu Dongrong intentionally lagged behind him by half a step.
"Stand at attention--"
As Wu Shuangren approached, the veterans in the ranks immediately gave a loud order.
Along the way, the new recruits have become very familiar with several basic commands, and upon hearing the command, they instinctively stand up straight.
"Right dress!"
The column moved in unison, and after a series of footsteps, the formation became much neater.
Look ahead!
"Salute!"
"Greetings, Head of the Youth League!"
Hundreds of people shouted loudly, the sound so loud that the leaves on the roadside leaves fell in a rustling sound.
Wu Shuangren nodded in satisfaction. "Thank you all for your hard work."
"Many of you haven't seen me yet. I am your leader— Wu Shuangren!"
"My requirement for you is simple: no matter when, where, or what the circumstances, you must obey orders!"
Wu Shuangren announced loudly, "Good work will be rewarded! Poor work will be punished!"
"Yes!"
In the queue, the veterans were the first to answer.
"Yes!!!"
Immediately afterwards, hundreds of people answered in unison.
"Alright, I've brought the person. I'm going back now."
Wu Dongrong suddenly said to Wu Shuangren.
"Ah?"
Wu Shuangren looked surprised. "Father, why don't you at least rest here for a few days before you leave?"
Wu Dongrong shook his head. "Your Uncle Liao can't manage all those new recruits by himself, I have to go back and help. Besides, the prison needs me to be there, I can't be away for too long."
No matter how Wu Shuangren tried to persuade him, he insisted on returning to Bo County that day.
Helpless, Wu Shuangren could only have someone change his horse and prepare some dry food and water for him.
After everything was ready, Wu Dongrong mounted his horse, nodded to Wu Shuangren, and departed.
Wu Shuangren watched the other person ride away on horseback, pursing his lips and remaining silent for a long time.
After several days of hard work and painstaking Mental Power to bring these militiamen to West River Market, all I wanted was to see my son one last time...
Next, Wu Shuangren led the group and more than a hundred veterans to join them and enter West River Market.
With such a large group entering West River Market, it's hard not to attract attention.
Although the formation and pace of this new batch of recruits were far less orderly than the militia that had entered West River Market before, they had the advantage of having a large number of people.
Elite veterans walked the perimeter, serving as a "showcase," inspiring awe in all who beheld them!
In that previous battle, the militia of the Fist Academy defeated the Xie Clan and the West River Gang's 300 elites with only 50 men on Changsheng Street.
Now that several hundred more militiamen have arrived, who dares to underestimate them?
For a time, the two remaining major forces in West River Market — the Flying Feather Gang and the Zhang Clan —were on edge.
Wu Shuangren first led the new recruits to the street where the Fist Academy was located.
He had the staff bring out the food that had been prepared in advance so that the new recruits could eat and rest for a while.
After the rest, he ordered that uniforms and weapons be distributed to the new recruits.
There weren't enough uniforms; even distributing all the standard weapons brought back from the Xie residence wasn't enough.
Wu Shuangren then had someone distribute wooden sticks to the remaining recruits.
Once all the militiamen were armed, Wu Shuangren immediately organized the ranks, placing the most elite veterans on the perimeter while the new recruits walked in the middle of the formation with their weapons.
Then he led thousands of men in a grand procession toward the former stronghold of the West River Gang!
This area has been managed by the West River Gang for many years and has become a fortified village.
The area is surrounded by a wooden wall more than ten feet high.
Since the destruction of the West River Gang and the deaths of Li Ming and others, this stronghold has become a no-man's land.
That night, both the Flying Feather Gang and the Zhang Clan sent men to rob the remaining treasures of the West River Gang. Later, seeing that the Fist Academy had not made any move, the Flying Feather Gang sent men to occupy the stronghold.
Wu Shuangren was naturally interested in this fortified town.
However, the Fist Academy only has a little over a hundred people, so even if they capture the stronghold, it won't be easy to defend.
Therefore, Wu Shuangren remained inactive, waiting for reinforcements from Bo County to arrive.
Now we've finally arrived, although most of them are untrained recruits, but others may not know that.
As the group of over a thousand people approached the fortress, the members of the Flying Feather Gang immediately informed their leader.
Luo Heng was practicing his sword in the training ground when he heard the news, and his usually cold and stern face showed a look of panic!
"Summon all brothers in the gang immediately!"
Luo Heng gave the order.
"Boss, if the Fist Academy really goes to war, I'm afraid we're no match for them..."
One of the hall masters, who had arrived upon hearing the news, said with a look of fear on his face.
"Go and have someone inform Commander Zhang!"
Luo Heng issued another order.
Although there was some conflict between the Flying Feather Gang and the Zhang Clan during the robbery in the walled city that night, the two families had already reached an understanding to help each other and fight against the Fist Academy together.
"Chief, the Zhang Clan's militia is far away in West River County, and they only have a little over a hundred people stationed here, but the Fist Academy has sent over a thousand!"
The hall master, standing to the side, remained apprehensive.