Jun Ci understands the thoughts of Liucheng and Qin Xiao. Whether it is force or other abilities, Wu Zheng and others who followed her on a far journey are the best choice. They can be more confident in achieving good results.
"Since the general values the martial arts competition and uses it to determine the morale of the army, it should be done properly." Liucheng still persuaded.
Qin Xiao remained silent, obviously agreeing with what Liucheng thought.
"Mission, honor. Everyone desires. You can't just pile up one person. If you use Wu Zheng and Zhao Chun, you will be able to win this time, and the military morale will not be united." Jun Ci looked at the two people, "Wuzheng's family has a high position.
As for the weight, Zhao Chun has become my confidant since I came here. I rely on them in everything and put them first in everything. What do the other generals in the army think?"
What do you think?
Liucheng and Qin Xiao had never thought about this. Their starting point was to win.
Now that Jun Ci had pointed to this point, they had to think deeply that the other soldiers would probably think that Jun Ci valued his origin and whether he was close to her.
If only in this way they can be reused and get a chance to stand out, many of them have never surpassed Wu Zheng's background. Some of them are not naturally good at all things and cannot do the trick of flattery. These people will feel hopeless.
Most of the people in the army are people who are not good at talking. Once these people have the idea that they will never get ahead in any case, depression and discouragement will be like a plague to most people. Even if they win in combat, it will no longer mean much.
Liucheng and Qin Xiao were startled for a moment. They thought about it, but Liucheng was still worried: "But if someone else had failed to win..."
"The Central Guard Army has been at the bottom every year, and it will never be at the bottom again this year." Jun Ci was confident, "The battlefield is constantly changing. In addition to the soldiers needing to be brave and good at fighting, the general's strategizing also accounts for most of the credit for a victory."
Seeing this, Liucheng and Qin Xiao had no choice but to give in: "It's because we didn't think carefully, so we will go back and discuss with the Qin generals again to draw up the list."
Time was running out, so Jun Ci waved his hand.
After sending the two of them away, Jun Ci called Chen Niao in, who was taking a breather. Chen Niao lingered, fearing that Jun Ci would pick on him again.
Seeing that he seemed to think that if he took small steps and came to him later, he would live a little longer. Jun Ci glared at him and strode up to him: "Go and find a girl who is good at weaving. Think about it later."
There is a way to transfer people into the army, preferably without leaving any trace."
"What does A Ci want with such a girl?" Instead of criticizing himself, Chen Fu became more energetic.
Regarding the weaving of Huohuan cloth, Jun Ci still felt that it would be more appropriate to carry out it in the army, so he told Chen Xiao about it.
Chen Xin rolled his eyes: "The concubine Aci asked me to find out earlier is a good candidate. She Aye is the prison officer of the Jin Department. You are a girl, and you need someone to take care of daily life, and you have had a relationship with her.
It's a one-sided relationship, so it's reasonable and reasonable to transfer her into the army to serve you."
Lu Hehua?
Jun Ci didn't expect that she was the daughter of a prisoner in the Jin Department.
The Jinshu is a textile organization set up by the government to produce royal costumes.
"Go and ask Han Shijun if she can be transferred here, and then ask her if she is willing." Jun Ci felt that Chen Xiao's proposal was excellent.
Chen Xin immediately went to do some errands. He didn't want to stay in front of Jun Ci, lest she look at his thickened belly.
After sending Chen Yong away, Jun Ci dealt with the backlog of official affairs and found that many of them had been sorted out. The handwriting on them was vigorous and powerful, and it was Ying Wuchen's calligraphy.