The generals followed suit and clenched their right fists, placing them in front of their hearts. They looked up and saw the sun shining on everyone, the breeze blowing the sun and moon flags, and a solemn and solemn majesty suddenly emerged in their hearts.
Zhu Di took a step forward, stood on the high platform, and coughed lightly.
Zhu Gaojie understood and understood that the old man was trying to show off... no, he was giving a speech, so he stood behind the other party knowingly.
The old man pondered: "I have just said that when you come to the martial arts academy, you have no other identity, your only identity is that of a student. I have only one request for you, and this request is my request for you, and it is also the requirement of the martial arts academy.
All other rules have to take a backseat to this one."
"--obey orders!"
"No matter how arrogant you are outside, you have to keep your heads down when you get here. Many of you have fought with me. You think you are so capable that you can break through the sky, so why should you go to school?
, learn shit.”
"I'm telling you, in my eyes, the skills of you wild kids are no different from those of children and Ni'er!"
As soon as these words came out, all the generals lowered their heads.
If others dared to speak so wildly, they would definitely be unconvinced, but the person speaking now is the emperor.
The Battle of Peking, the Battle of Zhending, the Battle of Mountains and Seas, the Battle of Baihe... Among the battles Zhu Di commanded during the Jingnan period, there were nineteen large-scale battles, with a total of more than 290,000 levels lost.
The two subsequent Northern Expeditions defeated the Tatars and Oaras, two of the Ming's most serious enemies.
Among the famous generals of the Yongle Dynasty, the number one ranking was the emperor himself.
Zhu Gaojie shook his head. He could see that although the soldiers seemed to be much more honest after the old man's words, they still felt a little dissatisfied in their hearts.
These people only admired and respected the old man, but they didn't take the martial arts academy seriously.
It doesn't matter, he will teach these people a lesson in the next three months.
Zhu Gaojie picked up a list and said: "Now, the first batch of students from the Research Department of the Martial Arts Academy will be divided into classes."
"The first class, squad leader Zhu Yong, students Hao Ji, Li Huyu..."
"Second class, squad leader Chen Mao..."
"Class 3, monitor Liu Sheng..."
"Class 4, monitor Xue Lu..."
"Class 5, monitor Song Hu..."
"..."
"Class 10, monitor Su Wen..."
Zhu Gaojie put down the list and said, "Now, under the leadership of the education officer, everyone will move into the dormitories one by one, organize their accommodation, and gather at the martial arts hall tomorrow morning at midnight."
"Disband!"
…
Chen Mao led his luggage to the so-called dormitory, which was actually a row of large tile-roofed houses. When he walked into the room, he saw a large brick bunkhouse. At night, ten people crowded into this big bunkhouse.
This environment is extremely shabby. Among the students, there is a Duke and a Marquis, who must be at least a second-rank commanding officer.
But Chen Mao didn't dislike anything. When he was fighting, he even slept in the snow and desert, and could be attacked by the enemy at any time. Compared with that time, it was good to have a bed to sleep on now.
In his eyes, this martial arts academy was simply a joke, a joke created by the prince on a whim. Your Majesty doted on the prince and started to fool around with him, and they all followed along to "coax the child".
As long as you survive these three months in the martial arts academy, you can live your life how you want when you return. It will still be the luxurious life of your ancestors.
To be a minister, you must know the word "forbearance".
"Master Hou, let me help you tidy up the shop."
Someone quickly came forward and helped Chen Maoan clean up the bunk.
There are superior and inferior ranks among military generals and relatives, and Chen Mao's status belongs to the top group, second only to Cheng Guogong Zhu Yong.
He went to war with his father Chen Heng, Duke of Jing, since he was a child. His father died of his injuries during the Jing Dynasty. The young Chen Mao inherited his father's old army and held a single position to resist the Southern Army. He performed many military exploits and was awarded the first rank at the age of twenty-two.
The right governor was knighted at the age of twenty-four.
Chen Mao just nodded slightly, as if he had taken other people's fawning over him as a matter of course.
"Let him lay it by himself."
Suddenly, a discordant sound came from in front of the door.
Chen Mao heard the sound and looked around, and it turned out that Zhang Fu had walked in at some point.
He quickly bowed and saluted: "My lord."
Zhang Fu frowned and said: "After leaving the martial arts academy, I can't control you, but in the martial arts academy, everyone must follow the rules. You are all students, there is no distinction between high and low. What, do you want me to find another one for you?
Two maids are waiting for you?"
"Don't dare."
"If you don't dare, just restrain yourself."
Zhang Fu hooked his fingers, motioned for Chen Mao to come over and listen, and whispered, "To put it privately, the martial arts academy is not as simple as you think, so don't be such a show-off."
Chen Mao was stunned for a moment, but soon came to his senses, bowed and said, "Thank you, Lord Duke, for reminding me."
Zhang Fu waved his hand, turned and left.
…
The next day, light filtered through the window grilles into the classroom of the martial arts hall, and the most eye-catching thing was the map hanging on the wall.
Zhu Gaojie walked into the classroom, and hundreds of generals in the hall stood up and saluted: "Hello, sir!"
This is the regulation of the martial arts academy. In private, no one cares about you, whether it is your highness or the prince. But in public, there are only two ways of addressing you: "sir" and "classmate".
Zhu Gaojie nodded: "Please sit down."
He turned around and glanced at the map on the wall, then turned to look at the crowd without taking another glance.
Maps are used to teach fighting, but they are not used yet.
"Leading troops to fight", the first one is "leading troops". If you can't lead troops well, let alone fight a war.
For the generals in front of him, they did not lack the ability to fight. What they lacked was the discipline of sergeants. An army that lacks discipline will not be easy to use no matter how it can fight.
What the ancient army lacked most was discipline. Rather than "a soldier's duty is to obey orders", they preferred "to obey the orders of the foreign king".
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "You have some understanding of the regulations of the Wuyuan, but these regulations are only the rules of the Wuyuan, and there are also regular regulations. I will not talk about anything else in this class.
I’ll tell you about the regular regulations.”
Zhu Gaojie said unhurriedly, "At three o'clock, get up and go out for exercise."
"After you come back from the exercise, clean up the housekeeping in the dormitory. This includes personal housekeeping, personal hygiene, camp environment, etc. After that, the education officer will explain the housekeeping standards to you in detail. If the housekeeping is not completed to standard, the individual will not be punished, but the squad leader will be punished. The first offense will be given five marks.
Military sticks, seven more sticks, stacked one after another..."
"At a quarter past midnight, line up and go to the cafeteria to get a meal. Start training after the meal and continue training until a quarter past noon."
"...At 2:00 pm, the roll call will be late. After the roll call, go to bed."
From getting up, doing morning exercises, tidying up the house and washing, having meals, doing classes, lunch breaks, activities, roll call, and going to bed, Zhu Gaojie regulated everyone's time in great detail.
The generals were stunned when they heard this, and they began to wonder whether they were here to go to school or to go to jail.
No, jail is not that strict!
Chen Mao hesitated for a moment and then asked: "Your Highness..."
He thought that the young Crown Prince would give the proud soldiers a show of strength, but he did not expect that the show of force would start like this.
If we really follow this plan, then these princes and generals will be like Sun Tzu in the martial arts academy, and their every move will be restrained as if they have chains tied around their necks.
He is learning to fight, not to be a bully!
However, Zhu Gaojie glanced at him coldly and said: "From now on, when you speak in class, you must first raise your hand to indicate that I will call your name, and then you can stand up and speak. I forgive you for your first offense, but I won't care if you do it again."
Go get the five military sticks."
"The same is true for the rest of the people. I don't want to reiterate it a second time."
Under this cold tone, Chen Mao swallowed back what he wanted to say.
He tilted his head and glanced, and there were two students sitting next to him, one was Zhu Yong, Duke of Cheng, and the other was Su Wen, the commander of the Shandong capital.
Both Zhu Yong and Su Wen behaved quite honestly and had no objections to Zhu Gaojie's words.
In terms of title, Zhu Yong is the highest among the hundreds of colleges, and he is also the only Guogong student.
Even Zhu Yong was meaningless, and of course Chen Mao didn't dare to speak anymore.
As for Su Wen...
Chen Mao didn't pay attention at all.
Seeing that no one among the generals spoke, Zhu Gaojie continued to talk about the compilation of the martial arts academy's regular regulations, from life schedules to daily behaviors, everything down to the smallest detail, and every one of them was extremely serious and complicated.
The students of the first martial arts school were divided into ten classes, and there were also ten class leaders. These ten class leaders were carefully selected by Zhu Gaojie. They may not be the ones with the most outstanding abilities, but they must be the best in each class in the outside world.
The one with the greatest status and power.
If a student in the class makes a mistake, the class member will not be punished. The monitor will have to take the punishment for him. If the monitor makes a mistake, the punishment will be doubled.
This is also the way he came up with to make these students respect the regulations in the shortest possible time.
A class member made a mistake, but you didn't do anything wrong, and your class leader was punished. How can he not be "thankful" to you?
In the Wushu Academy, due to restrictions, the squad leader doesn't dare to do anything to you. But after you graduate from the Wushu Academy and return to the outside world in three months, you'll be fine if you see if the squad leader is in good shape!
Zhu Gaojie chose the most powerful person in the class as the squad leader precisely to ensure that the squad leader of each class has the ability to settle accounts after the fall. If the squad leader does not have this ability, then there is no need for the class members to be afraid of the regulations.
…
After finishing the long explanation of the regulations, the warm sunshine in the morning had already turned into a scorching sun. Zhu Gaojiu took a sip of tea and said, "get out of class is over!"
The generals stood up tremblingly and said in despair: "See you later, sir."
They can't imagine what kind of nightmare life they will face in the next three months.
Even when they fought bloody battles with the enemy on the battlefield and fought for their lives with their swords, they had never been so frightened as they were now.
On the battlefield, at best, their lives were threatened, but in the martial arts academy, Zhu Gaojie did not threaten their lives, but their will and spirit.
Break the defense!
After the students walked out of the lecture hall, someone walked in. It was Zhu Di, who had not shown up all morning.
His Majesty the Emperor is not wearing a dragon robe today, but is wearing a black gown, which is the attire of the dean of the martial arts academy. From the dean to the students, everyone's attire is extremely strict and distinct.
The old man asked suspiciously: "Didn't you ask me to teach these people how to fight? I didn't see you saying anything else this morning. You just told me a lot of rules and regulations. Why did you set so many rules?"
"It's not like there are no rules in the army. Can't we just let them follow the rules in the army?"
Zhu Gaojie said calmly: "As for the military regulations of the Ming Dynasty, they are just a fool's errand on the stage at most. They are not the military regulations of the dynasty, but the general's army. They will do whatever the general tells them to do. And I
What I have to do is to make all the soldiers in the world abide by my rules."
The old man asked: "Do you think it can be done? Why do I hear this matter is so uncertain? Many of these people were brought out by me. I know their urine properties well and I can cure them by setting a few rules."
?Don’t let it backfire and drive these people crazy.”
"Of course it works."
Zhu Gaojie said solemnly, "Through supervision bit by bit, inspection and assessment bit by bit, every day, every month, it accumulates over time. In the monotonous and boring housekeeping, in the sudden emergency gatherings, in the exhausting
Nightmare training."
"When daily training changes from compulsion to the consciousness of every sergeant, when orders are carried out without hesitation and when actions are taken correctly without conscious thought, the temperament of a soldier will naturally emerge."
"In the military, the last thing you need is individuality. You wish everyone were the same height, the same weight, and have the same thoughts in their heads. While forming combat effectiveness, it also forms a strict self-discipline, leaving only obedience.
Obey, still obey.”
After strict discipline has tamed the top generals of the military, the discipline of the Wuyuan will radiate to the lower levels of the army, in every corner. From top to bottom, the generals lead the soldiers to maintain discipline.
The environment changes individuals, and individuals also change the environment. In an excellent environment, no matter how bad people are, they will be infected by the serious atmosphere. A top army will have a unique fighting spirit that is enough to shock anyone.
Zhu Di clicked his tongue when he heard this, shook his head, and said, "Okay, then I'll listen to you. I feel like you know better than me."
Zhu Gaojiao cupped his hands and said, "Father is wise."
Zhu Di said disdainfully: "What a wise fart, I will soon be reduced to nothing by you."
"Father, be more confident and remove the word 'quickly'."
"What did you say?"
"My son said that my father knows right from wrong, and he really knows his master."
"Are you sure this is what you just said?"
Zhu Gaojie said sincerely: "Of course."
…
Zhang Fu glanced at the bedding on Datong's bed, recorded it with charcoal in the notebook in his hand, and read: "Class 2, the bed and quilt are not up to standard. Squad leader Chen Mao, go get the nine-note military stick by yourself."
Chen Maoren almost collapsed: "Master Guo, don't you think this is a joke? Who the hell made those 'tofu cubes'? No matter how beautiful the quilt is, it has no use. It will make the enemy laugh on the battlefield."
Die?!"
Zhang Fu said calmly: "This is a regulation. Everyone in the martial arts academy, including me, must obey the regulation."