After Jun Ci brought back hundreds of horses from Taipu Temple, many people were discussing the reorganization of the cavalry building in private.
As soon as the news spread, it attracted the attention of the entire army, and Jun Ci even issued an order to select the candidates based on their performance.
This means that regardless of status, only future performance and ability will be considered, regardless of official status or not, many people feel a fire rising in their hearts.
The cavalry is the elite of the army, and its equipment, food, salary, and status are all different from those of other officers of the same status.
Not to mention being equipped with a horse, which is what many men dream of.
Take Wu Zheng for example. He also has a horse, but it is not a war horse. War horses are different from ordinary horses. He is also passionate about the majestic war horses.
He turned around and grabbed the books handed over by Chen Xiao. These books contained information about each flag and the purpose of each drum sound. Jun Ci specially compiled them into volumes and invited some young men from poor families to copy them out, giving each person a copy.
Since the Central Guards Army had never been on the battlefield, their official position was not based on merit, but money and power. The advantage of these young soldiers was that they were all literate.
In order to give these young soldiers some sense of oppression, Jun Ci also specially set up a school in the army, posted it on the list, and listed the benefits of literacy and hyphenation. Anyone who is ambitious will not miss this opportunity.
Jun Ci also wanted to see who could be trained in the army. It didn't require them to learn too much knowledge, they just needed to know a few more words.
Jun Ci didn't want to make a big fuss about this matter, so he asked Qian Yu and thought he was okay with it, so he handed the matter over to him.
That night, Jun Ci stayed in the camp, but her suppressed crying woke her up in the middle of the night.
She got up and left the tent. There were soldiers patrolling outside the tent, but there were no people outside her tent. She didn't need them.
After determining where the crying came from, Jun Ci strode away.
Because Jun Ci stipulated the work and rest time, no wax was burned in the tent. She pushed the door open, lifted the tent, and asked in a deep voice: "Who is crying?"
This was an ordinary soldier's tent, with dozens of people living in each tent. Her voice woke up most of them, and the cry disappeared instantly.
Jun Ci waited for a while, but when he didn't wait, he put down the tent and turned around to leave.
Maybe it was a conflict in the military, or maybe they were bullied. They didn't care about these people. Where in this world is the law of the jungle not the strongest? As long as they don't violate military discipline, how they survive depends on their own abilities.
"General! General!"
Jun Ci had only taken five steps out of the tent when a man rushed out, walked around in front of Jun Ci, knelt down in front of Jun Ci with a plop, kowtowed heavily, and said in a choked voice: "General, please save this little man, general."
Brother, please save him, General..."
He kept repeating in his mouth begging Jun Ci to save his brother, and kowtowed very hard. After a while, Jun Ci saw blood stains. She leaned down and held his shoulders so that he could no longer kowtow: "Get up.
say."
The soldier stood up, with tears, blood, and snot mixed on his face. The light of the torch in the distance was dim, and it was really difficult to see his appearance clearly, but his eyes were extremely bright, and he did not dare to look at Jun Ci: "General
, I have a high fever, and if I don’t use medicine, I’m afraid I’ll die..."
Although the man in front of her was thin, he was extremely tall. Jun Ci was taller than other men of the same age, but this man was more than a head taller than her. Such a big man cried like a child in front of her, and he was miserable.
And desperate.
"There is no medicine in the army?" Jun Ci asked.
It shouldn't be. On the first day she came to the Central Guards Army, she checked the reserves of the Central Guards Army. The medicinal materials were quite sufficient. Most of them were placed in the Central Guards Army, except for some common typhoid medicines and some of the most common wound medicines. Zhu
Zhen didn't like it, so he didn't sell it.
Moreover, if there is a shortage of medicine in the military, it will naturally be reported to the military medical officer, who will verify it and apply for procurement to replenish it.
Jun Ci's question made the tall soldier stop crying, and he murmured: "There is medicine in the army, but..."
"General." Before the tall man finished speaking, he was interrupted by a voice. A middle-aged man of medium height, about forty years old, walked over quickly. His clothes were a little messy, "General, I am a military medical officer."
, this person is Gao Yi, a small soldier in the army, and his brother is from the same village, named Gao Yu. Gao Yu had been drinking with others that day, and today he was punished. He developed a fever at night, so he asked his subordinate to see a doctor, and he gave him a prescription.
After getting the prescription, this person didn’t believe in his humble position, so he just walked away from his humble position.”
"You -" Gao Yi suppressed his blush. He wanted to retort, but it seemed that his tongue was not in control and he could not speak.
Jun Ci's eyes swept back and forth between the two of them. Seeing that Gao Yi was sweating profusely with anxiety, he said, "Take a breath before speaking."
There are some people who feel as if their tongues have been pulled out and are speechless when they are anxious. You have seen such people, especially in the military.
Late at night in the scorching summer, the cool breeze is refreshing and refreshing, making you feel comfortable both physically and mentally.
Jun Ci's voice was heard by the wind, and Gao Yi calmed down surprisingly: "General, general, that's not the case. It's a medical officer who costs two hundred dollars for a medicine. The villain only has thirty dollars, so he wants to borrow money on credit, but the medical officer won't allow it...
…General, I know that medicinal materials are valuable. I just ask the general to give me a way to survive. We will save money and pay back as soon as possible."
Gao Yi's words made Junci's eyes gradually turn cold.
She turned to look at the pale-faced medical officer: "In the military, do you need money to prescribe medicine?"
She had known that the capital was absurd and corrupt. She had seen the corruption of the Central Guards that day, and she had only seen the tip of the iceberg.
She thought that if she killed Zhu Zhen in public, other evil lurkers would be restrained at any time, but she never thought that someone would go against the trend and commit the crime.
"General...general...jun." The medical officer stumbled and said, "This is true for both the capital and the capital's camps..."
After he finished speaking, he felt very uneasy and could only fool Jun Ci. After all, Jun Ci had just returned to the capital. In fact, he was not completely lying. Except for the central leader in the hands of the prime minister, the other three armies and military doctors would do the same.
To buy something for oneself, to delay medical treatment and to get medicine, all of which require money.
"Really?" Jun Ci slowly put his hands behind his back, a smile on his lips.
At this time, many people had gathered around, including Chen Hiao who was only belatedly aware of it. Chen Hiao, who had originally strode towards Jun Ci, saw Jun Ci's hands on his back and quickly stopped and turned around.
Go behind Jun Ci to avoid blood splattering on him.
He hates doing laundry!
"Yes." The medical officer insisted.
Jun Ci raised his eyes, glanced around, and asked in a deep voice: "Are there any medical officers in the army?"
Everyone thought that Jun Ci wanted to call another medical officer to ask the reason. Zhao Chun was the first to answer: "General, there are two medical officers in the army, and there is one..."
Before Zhao Chun finished speaking, a stream of hot blood sprinkled on his face.