"Sir, according to your request, all the military households have been cleaned up and the first batch of personnel have been selected." Song San slightly arched his waist, shoulders slumped, and his tone was a little more awe and flattery.
Feng Ziying nodded, took the list, and browsed it quickly.
The first thing he did after returning to Yongping Mansion was to report to Zhu Zhiren what he had seen and heard during his visit to Beijing and the attitudes of the cabinet ministers. This made Zhu Zhiren shocked, frightened and even more worried.
What is surprising is that the eighth year of Yonglong seems to be an unfavorable year, and the probability of something big happening is very high. What I am afraid of is that Ji Town may really have difficulty maintaining the safety of Yongping, and may even abandon Yongping when necessary. What I am worried about is
Where should your own destiny and future go?
Feng Ziying did not give Zhu Zhiren too many choices and proposed to borrow the new Liaodong Fire Gun Army to help train Yongmin Zhuang. After three months of intensive training, he would have basic combat skills.
When Feng Ziying vowed that his father would send the most elite troops to fight for him, Zhu Zhiren had no choice but to believe it even if he didn't believe it.
He has no choice now, either to resign and leave now, but at this time, he is really unwilling not to take a gamble.
What if what Feng Ziying said is true and Feng Tang really cares about the future career of his only son and sends thousands of elites here?
What if the scale of the Mongolian invasion to the south is not that large, or the main direction of attack is not Yongping Prefecture but Shuntian and Xuanfu?
Well, as for Minzhuang, whom Feng Ziying was very optimistic about, Zhu Zhiren didn’t really believe it, so just listen.
What can you do in three months? Can you shoot a bow or wield a sword or stick? I'm afraid you haven't even adapted to basic military rules and disciplines, right?
Although these military households are all military children, they should all have some foundation, but God knows how much of this foundation they have.
“Are they all here? The first batch of one thousand people must all report in three days.” Feng Zi’s English was cold and stern, “Were they selected according to the criteria I mentioned?”
"Everything is in accordance with your standards. We have been busy for ten days, checking the standards one by one. If more than two of the items you mentioned are not met, we will screen them out."
Song San didn't know what the basis for the standard determined by this Master Tongzhi was. Firstly, it was nothing to say. The two heads were evenly matched and both were short, which was a bit confusing. Thirdly, whether he was practicing martial arts with regard to his strength.
There are no special requirements, just good eyesight...
“Have the barracks in Xiaoxiaochang been repaired?” Feng Ziying ignored the other party’s strange look.
“They have all been vacated, but I’m afraid the condition is not very good. It can only be said that it is barely inhabited. After all, it has been abandoned for more than ten years.” Song San carefully observed the change in Feng Ziying’s expression.
Since Feng Ziying deposed the Liao family, the whole Lulong side had been boiling for a while but then cooled down strangely.
Cleaning up hidden military households was like the wind flowing on the water, and it was a matter of course. It was even ten times more cooperative than Song San imagined.
Of course, the pace of cleaning up hidden and unclaimed fields seems to have been temporarily slowed down. It only requires registration and measurement, but does not say how to deal with it. This may be a subtle compromise.
After sending Song San away, Feng Ziying called Feng An back.
"Uncle An, you should know the basic strategy of training fire gun soldiers, but now these people have no choice but to start from scratch. We don't have much time. Three months, day and night training, only so much time, so I plan to
Adopt this kind of segmented training, morning, day and night, except for eating and sleeping, not giving them any other leisure time..."
Feng Ziying adopted the full training rules of modern army soldiers. Of course, it was much more stringent. They had to eat well and even eat some meat, but except for a few hours of sleep, they were all used for training.
Before the new fire gun army led by Zuo Liangyu arrives, and before the fire gun is equipped in place, we should strive to make these people stand at attention, take a break, stop, turn, and walk in unison. Running and walking must be basically practiced.
Feng Ziying will not give them too much time. Intensive training will be completed within half a month. Even if a few people are killed in training, they must achieve the goal.
Feng An is a veteran, but this soldier also means that he fought for his life on the battlefield of Datong. He said to the young master, "Sweat more in peacetime and bleed less in war."
I am very satisfied with what I said. I think this is simply the best interpretation of Big Head Soldier.
"Brother Keng, I'm afraid the fifteenth day is a little short. Although these people are all children of military households, they are actually no different from ordinary farmers. They may just obey the rules and not be in vain.
Understand,……"
Feng An put forward different opinions tactfully. Of course he understood Feng Ziying's thoughts, but it was unrealistic to rush for quick results.
"Uncle An, but we don't have much time." Feng Ziying shook her head, "Let's practice first, and when my father's people come, we will practice with him. I think if you are familiar with the basic movements in the early stage, it may be easier in the later stage.
,..." Feng Ziying shook her head, "When it's really the Mongolian cavalry's turn, they won't let you go just because you haven't mastered it yet..."
Feng An was stunned and said, "Brother Keng, are the traitors really going to come south? Didn't I still..." last year?
"At this time, maybe it was because my father was too good to Lindan Batur last year that this guy had ambitions that he shouldn't have, and Nurhaci fanned the flames. But now it is meaningless to talk about it. We can only face it.
, I have only been in Yongping for a few months, you can’t let me just run away in despair, right?”
Feng Ziying's eyes were a little more decisive, "The master has been convinced by me and everything will be done according to my requirements. He fully supports it. As long as we can survive this year, it will be a smooth road."
Feng An was silent for a long time, and finally raised his head, "Well, don't worry, Brother Keng, Feng Tai and I will train these turtles to death and make them regret coming to this world in this life..."
Feng Ziying laughed, "No, Uncle An, I just want a group of soldiers who can come in handy. You only need to come up with a group of soldiers who barely understand the rules and the laws of the battlefield in half a month."
The other two months are for people sent by my father to train."
"Brother Keng, don't worry. When Secretary Song went to order some people, I went to see them. They all came according to the rules you set. The first batch of one thousand people selected from the military households is considered the best. Several other states
I’m afraid the county’s people are both good and bad,..."
Feng An was actually not optimistic about Brother Keng's idea, but he knew the young master's temper, and he would definitely give it a try even if he made up his mind, even if it hurt his head and blood.
"Uncle An, both rewards and punishments are equal. If the Mongols really sweep through like locusts, nothing will be left. In this case, it is better to spend all the money on the bright side to fight..." Feng Ziying grinned.
He said, "I'm willing to take a gamble like this."
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Zhao Erzhu felt sweat dripping down his brows, stinging his eyes. He glanced at the earthen jar placed under the shade of a tree.
The salt tea and water pipes are full, but they have to go in batches and cannot drink too much at one time. They should not be in the same group this time.
First there was a small flag march, and then it became a general flag march. This kind of team with up to fifty people lined up horizontally went back and forth according to the rhythm of the drums, over and over again. Zhao Erzhu couldn't remember how long he had been walking, but he estimated that
There must be thirty to fifty miles every day.
But he knew that the cloth shoes under his feet had been replaced by two pairs in ten days. Those guys who claimed to be as light as the buffalo leather blowing loudly on the Yanba Mountains had blisters on their feet one by one, and eventually turned into various thick
cocoon.
With the rapid sound of three drums, Zhao Erzhu, like his friends lying around in the shed, subconsciously stood up and formed a neat line in a few breaths.
Being beaten and punished countless times, first by each other, then by others, and finally by the Xiaoqi who made the mistake, he was punished and beaten together, forcing Zhao Erzhu to often dream about the infiltrating drum sound when sleeping.
It’s time to leave the city again.
From the initial repetitive walking, stopping, running and turning on the flat ground in the competition field, this boring and tedious action almost drove people crazy, but even if a few people were unwell and passed out on the field, it did not make the two of them at all.
The guy with a fleshy face, a lame leg and a missing finger was slightly moved.
Within ten days, two people had died. The result of the clamor was that dozens of people designated as the reserve flag and the reserve flag collectively slapped each other in the arena. From then on, no one dared to challenge the two supposedly
The guy who escaped with his life from the Mongols outside the border wall of Datong.
It is said that the burial fee for the dead person is twice as high as that of the master who died in the original camp. This is the main reason why everyone is silent. Since you have sacrificed your life, don't just go to the end in one breath. No matter how big it is,
It's not just a death.
The horizontal team stood still, with a distance of ten feet. Standing on the platform set up at the highest point of the school field, Feng Ziying had no expression on her face. Along with the rhythmic drumming, she remembered that the horizontal team was moving forward, slightly scattered, with stiff and deformed bodies, with the same hands and feet.
, there were many people who couldn't follow the drumbeat, but no one looked around, all eyes were straight ahead, which made Feng Ziying very satisfied.
In ten days, the amount of training has basically reached the extreme. Feng Ziying knew that she should be satisfied with such an unsatisfactory situation.
I ca n’t see anything, everything has to wait until the new army sent by the father to know the result. How much effect can this pre -preparatory training in the preliminary preparation, he has the same heart.
However, practicing is better than not practicing at all. Since this kind of queue training can continue to be preserved in the era of hot weapons, it naturally makes sense.
Three days later, the gunfire army sent by my father will arrive. It is said that it has already arrived at Shanhaiguan.
Feng Ziying took a deep breath. There are still more than two months left. Who knows what all this will look like in more than two months?
He is very contradictory, looking forward to and fearing at the same time, afraid of everything unpredictable.