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Chapter 18 Half Ten Thousand Bear Soldiers

In the next few days, Zhu Dapeng spent all the schoolyard. As the open space in the schoolyard gradually opened up, he had more and more soldiers under him, and gradually, he had already supported the general outline of the left army.

Most of the soldiers were recruited by Sesame Li. Basically, they were mainly refugees, but overall, the skeleton and complexion were much better than the first thousand soldiers. At least Zhu Dapeng didn't always want to tie them together with a rope to avoid someone being blown away by the wind!

There were also a small number of soldiers, from refugees living next to the school grounds. Seeing that the Xuzhou Left Army did not deduct food, everyone in the army could eat one porridge and two dry meals, they took the initiative to join the army.

Zhu Dapeng was eager to recruit soldiers and accepted them all as long as the refugees who came to join the army were not blind or lame. Although the number of these people was less than the part assigned by Sesame Li, they almost became hungry because they were almost hungry a few days ago. They finally saved their lives by Zhu Dapeng's permission to exchange food. Therefore, they were very grateful to Zhu Dapeng, the left army commander-in-chief, in their hearts, and they also worked very hard when working.

The third part comes from neighbors who pretended to be Maitreans that night. Some of them were unable to live their lives and wanted to save some food for their family. There were also a few who had the same idea as Mr. Su. Anyway, the Yuan army would inevitably massacre the city, and the left and right were killed. It would be better to take a risk to make a fortune in the future.

For these neighbors, Zhu Dapeng secretly instructed Mr. Su to try his best to arrange for them to engage in some technical labor. After all, these people belonged to the ancient petty class, and their courage was far less than that of the homeless refugees, but they were better off living at the bottom of the city for a long time and their hands and feet were relatively flexible. Being a soldier may not be a good material. If you are used by military craftsmen, you will be able to engage in some tricks of repairing armor and building weapons in the future.

There is another kind of person, one that no one expected at the time, was some people who came to take the initiative to apply after hearing the rumors that Zhu Dapeng was possessed by Maitreya Buddha. There were not many such people, but they seemed particularly "passionate". They were willing to offer everything, including their own lives, and only hope that the body of Maitreya could take him in the mortal world, and achieve the right result together in the future and ascend in the daytime.

As for the end of this fanatical believer, Zhu Dapeng immediately ordered people to beat him with a stick and never hire him. This unreasonable act made the crazy believers cry. However, after hearing this, Zhao Junyong, the chief of the Xuzhou Army, heard it, and met Zhu Dapeng again, his attitude towards Zhu Dapeng improved a lot. He mentioned it to his confidants in private, and said that Zhu Dapeng was still aware of his goodbye and did not dare to cheat under the guise of Maitreya's arrival.

Unexpectedly, the relationship between the two sides was only eased for a few days, and another rumor spread in the city. The reason why the human incarnation of Maitreya did not bring everyone into the wall was to test whether the believers were pious toward Buddha. Didn’t you see it? His Buddhist soldiers were cleaning up garbage, cutting trees and building houses, and grinding their muscles. If the great way was easily passed on, it would not be the great way.

So, the "believers" who were driven away before turned back happily. They found a bed in the old thatched hut to sleep. Every day, the chickens got up as soon as they cried, and knelt and kowtowed to the direction of the schoolyard. Zhao Jun heard it and almost vomited an old blood on the ground! He cursed the little thief with gritted teeth. With a big stroke, the equipment originally planned to be assigned to Zuo Jun was cheap.

Mr. Su was very sympathetic to those "devoted" believers who knelt on the ground every day and asked to be included in the door wall. He always instigated Zhu Dapeng in private and might as well follow the flow and take these guys back into the Left Army. During the war, each person sent a talisman and stuffed it into his arms, and then let them take the lead in charging into battle. It was definitely a top-notch human shield!

However, Zhu Dapeng refused to adopt this proposal. He would rather ask people to use a whip to whip away the believers outside the school field than let them pretend to be a god and a ghost with him.

"Sir, this is refusing to accept advice!" Seeing that Zhu Dapeng was actually going against his proposal, Mr. Su was so angry that his eyes were furious and he shouted.

Since the old man became the chief minister of the Zuo Army, his temper has risen with the wind. He always jumps to protest that Zhu Dapeng cannot accept unpleasant words. His honest advice is usually for some fragmented things. For example, two meals a day are too wasteful of food, so it is better to reduce it to two or one. For example, other battalions do not provide porridge in the morning, and Zuoying should not set a precedent to avoid being jealous, etc. In addition, he insisted that the neighbors who came to join were well-known and smart, and should be trained as the core team of the governor. We should not treat them badly because we are close to them, so as to demonstrate the personal character of the general.

Regarding these untenable suggestions, Zhu Dapeng showed the stubbornness that he was a otakus in his previous life. He was so angry that he beat his chest and stamped his feet, threatening to leave. But in a blink of an eye, the old guy completely forgot his own threat, and then he started to whistle on the construction site with a sword he had brought from that unknown.

Seeing Mr. Su's current appearance, Zhu Dapeng couldn't help but want to laugh. The old guy may not be a qualified military advisor, but a very qualified contractor. He led his disciples and disciples to the general camp construction and garbage cleaning work in the university yard, organized in an orderly manner, and the achievements were obvious to all.

This old man even enclosed several ownerless pastures beside the small river in the west of Xuzhou City under the banner of the Left Army Governor's Office. At the cost of two meals a day, he organized relatively strong women among the refugees to go to open up the land, and sow wheat immediately after the autumnal equinox arrives. Although the yield in the first year may not be very high, as long as Xuzhou is still controlled by the Red Turban Army before next year's harvest, it will definitely increase the cost of investment this year by triple and triple.

Zhu Dapeng could only understand the farmer habits that Su Changshi had penetrated into his bones. Farming, mining, and recruiting soldiers were the three major winning weapons he summarized when he played strategy games in his previous life. Xuzhou City has existed for thousands of years, and the surrounding gold mines must have been mined. However, farming and recruiting soldiers can be implemented without permission. It can make him recall many happy days in his previous life. Sometimes, based on the experience of being an otaku in his previous life, he pointed at the farmland, and no matter whether the audience was willing to adopt it, he felt particularly fulfilled and felt extremely warm.

However, when the garbage on the school ground was completely cleaned up, Zhu Dapeng, the commander-in-chief of the Left Army and Su Mingzhe, the commander-in-chief of the Left Army, were both defeated back to the prototype. Although the latter's training plan was clever, they were all from stealing the troops and did not involve any specific details. It was not the same thing if implemented. In the former, our General Zhu's experience and theory all came from real-time strategy games. Even if it was re-adjusted based on the content of military training for freshmen in college, it seemed very inappropriate. Once applied in practice, there was a lot of laughter.

A very simple example. In the game, you can create soldiers and use a mouse to move around and move them at will. However, soldiers in the real world cannot use the mouse and contact screen to command. After clearly setting up the team, they can move forward in a row. Within thirty steps, they will be completely confused. The soldiers cannot find the general, and the general cannot find the soldiers, which makes Zhu Dapeng and Su Mingzhe shout until their throats are bleeding, and they will not have any effect.

As for the warm-up activities in the 21st century military training class, such as the whole team of jogging, it is even more difficult for the soldiers under Zhu Dapeng. In just over 500 steps, some people had reached the finish line, sat on the ground and took off their straw sandals and clasped their toes, while others were still swaying halfway. Some people even squatted on the ground while running, covering their stomachs with their hands, and spit out the porridge they had eaten in the morning.

The only thing that can make Zhu Dapeng and Mr. Su feel relieved is that the selection of officers in this team was very smooth. From the commander of thousands, centurion to the commander of ten men, all found the "suitable" candidate in the shortest time. Some guys who have not become officers often deliberately ran to Zhu Dapeng and patted the chest muscles that were almost squinting, making a sound. It seemed that this would attract the attention of the commander and make up for the officer vacancy that appeared when the team continued to expand.

"Let all officers above the tenth throne stay, others, you continue to arrange for them to open up land and farm!" After being touched by reality, Zhu Dapeng had to give up the internal competition plan he and Mr. Su who had worked so hard to design. He decided to start by cultivating grassroots officers and gradually build his own elite troops. He does not expect to bring the entire Left Army to the battlefield within two or three months and expand the territory for Sesame Li. At least he must work hard to ensure that in the future defense of Xuzhou, there will be no one under his command.

This choice in helplessness won Mr. Su's full of admiration, "Okay! The governor's method is wise. The founding emperor of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty brought out a million troops sweeping the world by cultivating Qiexue around him. You can learn from his method now."

"Get out, go to farm and farm, don't flatter me here!" Zhu Dapeng's face turned red by the praise. He raised his foot and picked Su Changshi half a foot away. "I'm cultivating Qiexue? I know what a bullshit Qiexue is?"

After driving away the annoying flies, Su Changshi, he was worried about the people who were scrambling in front of him. After copying part of the military system of the Mongol Yuan, the current Xuzhou Red Turban Army team was also standardized by a simple and clear decimal system. Specifically, every ten soldiers formed a piece, led by a ten-master or a grassroots officer named "Liangmaster". Every ten-master team became a one-hundred-man team, led by a centurion. Every ten-master team formed a thousand-man team, and the leader was a thousand-man team.

The number of troops stipulated by Sesame Li for the Zuo Army was 5,000. At present, the Xuzhou Army did not have the habit of vain salary. Therefore, the 5,000 soldiers were 5,000. Although the number of troops was not yet full, the airs were already set up, and there was no shortage of officers at all levels. In addition, Mr. Su promoted a group of civil servants to the army, such as Mingfa, Sicang, and Treasury, all of whom were large and small. All of them were crowded into a large group, waiting for Zhu Dapeng, the governor, to give the opportunity in person.

"Take off all the shoes on my left foot, and put them on my right hand, whether they are cloth shoes or straw sandals!" After being forced to do nothing, Zhu Dapeng made up his mind and simply adopted the simplest and rough method to strengthen the understanding of the left and right of the officers under his command. "That's it, learn from me!"

Fearing that everyone wouldn't understand, he also took off the deerskin boots that Mr. Su had bought for him for a few days, put them on his right hand. "I'll shout later, and everyone will step on the one who is not wearing shoes, and at the same time stretched forward the hand that is not wearing shoes. I shouted, and stepped on the foot that is not wearing shoes, lifted the hand that is not wearing shoes, and so on! Do you understand!"

"I understand!" Seeing that the governor set an example and walked barefoot, the officers immediately put away the smiles on their faces, opened their voices and responded in a verbal manner.

"I'm sure! One, two, one, one, two, one! Just walk like this, give you a day, time you must learn to walk! If you can't learn, get rid of your post and go to open up land and farm!" Zhu Dapeng took a deep breath, raised his chest and raised his head, shouted a trumpet, and took the lead in walking forward.

"Crazy, crawl, crackle!" The refugees who had just become officers were unwilling to be removed from office and followed him stumbled behind him. They circled and circled around the school ground. At the beginning, they inevitably had to fall a few times and sprained their ankles several times. There were also many times when they walked. But as they walked, the movements of hands and feet gradually became coordinated.

Some of them were more serious and smart, and they followed Zhu Dapeng's appearance, proudly raised their heads and followed the beat, "One, Two, One, Two, One, One", and as they walked, they became a unique landscape.

PS: If you don’t vote for flowers, please vote for those who don’t collect them. If you don’t have any collection, there are no 3,000 urban management personnel, and there are no one million soldiers. It depends on everyone to make the list!
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