Early the next morning, five hundred soldiers lined up in a neat square formation at the New Army Primary School, waiting for the appearance of Marquis Zhongxing.
Today was a sudden gathering. I don’t know what happened, which made the new sergeants more curious.
Just as they were speculating in their minds, Marquis Zhongxing appeared, which made them feel even more strange.
It wasn't that Marquis Zhongxing himself made them feel strange, but they saw that behind Marquis Zhongxing, there were actually five barbers with tools.
Zhong Jinwei walked up to the general stage and came to the front of the stage. As soon as he stood still, five hundred sturdy men raised their hands and saluted.
He returned a salute to them, calmed down, and then loudly said to the five hundred soldiers below: "What I taught you a few days ago is that soldiers must obey orders as their bounden duty. Do you still remember?"
Although the five hundred soldiers didn't know what Zhongxing Hou meant when he mentioned this in the first place, they still replied in neat and loud voices: "Remember."
After they answered, they heard Marquis Zhongxing say "Good." They immediately wondered whether Marquis Zhongxing was going to order them to complete some arduous task, or simply let them go to fight against the invaders?
But they got distracted. The first words Zhong Jinwei spoke left them confused: "Today, I will tell you how to practice filial piety."
Zhong Jinwei didn't care how much trouble his jumping thoughts caused to these new soldiers, and continued: "The ancients said that the hair and skin of the body are inherited from the parents, and they dare not damage them. This is the beginning of filial piety, isn't it like this?"
"Yes." The new sergeants replied in unison.
"Yes, this is a type of filial piety. But I want to say that this kind of filial piety is only for us Han people. For us soldiers, this is too superficial."
Zhong Jinwei's words surprised the five hundred soldiers in the audience. They didn't know why Zhongxing Hou said so.
As for Zhong Jinwei's guards, they had heard his remarks yesterday, so they did not show as much surprise as the new sergeants.
"As long as you are a Han Chinese, you can achieve the kind of filial piety just mentioned. Of course, except for monks."
Zhong Jinwei's words made the atmosphere at the scene relaxed a lot, and many soldiers smiled silently.
"We soldiers are a special group. In the eyes of some people, not only is it unfilial to injure one's body, hair, and skin, they also say that being a soldier is unfilial because one cannot serve one's parents. To these people, I would like to say that they are wrong."
When Zhong Jinwei said this, his voice was very firm, with a hint of anger.
Due to various reasons, these five hundred soldiers eventually became soldiers of the Ming Dynasty and engaged in this not very respectable profession.
Every one of them, except those who are surrounded by military households, has been criticized or even discriminated against by others to some extent.
Now after hearing what Zhong Jinwei said, all the soldiers stopped smiling and looked at Marquis Zhongxing with sadness in their hearts.
Zhong Jinwei slowly looked around at the five hundred soldiers in the audience. Looking at the heavy expressions on their faces, he suddenly thought of the most lovable person written by Wei Wei in later middle school textbooks.
Only then did Zhong Jinwei realize that being a soldier is the most respected profession among all professions.
Because I can't do it well in other professions, or I screw up the job directly, at worst I'll quit the job, or just lose some money.
But there is no retreat for soldiers. They must do their job well, otherwise the price will be their lives.
I, Zhong Jinwei, have no control over how the previous army was. But starting from the new army, we must work hard to give them the status they deserve.
All those who use civility to control military force will die. Thinking of this, Zhong Jinwei said loudly to the five hundred soldiers: "If there are not us soldiers, then who will protect our parents from the massacre of thieves and Japanese pirates; if there are not us soldiers, who will protect our parents from the massacre of thieves and Japanese pirates? If there are not us soldiers,
As soldiers, who will maintain the order of the country; if there are not us soldiers, who will resist foreign invasion?"
Zhong Jinwei asked loudly one after another, which made the five hundred soldiers in the audience feel a sense of pride.
"So, those who say that being a soldier is unfilial and cannot serve their parents is what short-sighted people say. If you don't go as a soldier, and I don't go as a soldier, and stay at home to serve your parents, who will resist Jianlu? Do you want Jianlu to do it?
Do you know how important it is to be a soldier only when the prisoners are killed at our doorstep?"
The entire elementary school was silent, with only Zhong Jinwei's voice ringing.
"In the future, no matter where you go, please walk with your head held high and be proud of your time in the new army! Because you will be the main force in protecting our country and our country in the future. Without you, there will be no safety for your parents and no country."
of peace.”
The five hundred soldiers looked at the Marquis of Zhongxing who was making passionate and impassioned speeches on the stage, their eyes radiating hot light.
However, they do not have the confidence that Zhong Jinwei said because they have no record and are not as confident as Zhong Jinwei that the new army will be the main force in defending the country.
Zhong Jinwei seemed to know what they were thinking. He looked at them and said with a hint of provocation: "Why, don't you have confidence? Are you afraid that you can't bear this burden? Are you a coward?"
No one answered. Maybe it was the habit they had developed from being discriminated against for a long time that made them afraid to express their feelings to the superior.
Zhong Jinwei continued to shout to them: "If anyone is cowardly or afraid, he is not worthy of joining my new army. Get out of the queue immediately. I will not punish you. You can go back to the fifth army camp to do whatever you want. If you want to go back,
Stand up now."
No one stood up, everyone stood motionless like a pine tree.
Not surprising Zhong Jinwei, he continued: "Well, since no one has come forward, it means that you want to be a good soldier who can truly protect your home and country. Then you must train seriously and be brave.
Kill the enemy, do you hear me?"
"Hear it." Five hundred voices roared out in unison at this time.
Zhong Jinwei nodded in recognition of them, but immediately changed the subject and said: "But if you fall down, get sick, and even spread the disease to your colleagues before you go to the battlefield, then how can you be responsible for protecting our country?"
burden?"
Now the five hundred soldiers were confused again. If they were really going to get sick, what could they do? It was not what they wanted.
Zhong Jinwei knew what they were thinking by looking at their expressions. He said seriously: "Therefore, we must work hard not to get sick. The military's health system must be strictly followed. Pay more attention to hygiene in order to avoid getting sick as much as possible.
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Many of the five hundred soldiers nodded slightly, raising their awareness of hygiene to a higher level.
But what they didn't expect was that Marquis Zhongxing said something contradictory: "But we are soldiers, not women. We don't have much time to take care of our own hygiene, such as the hygiene on your heads."
When the five hundred soldiers heard this, they suddenly realized that the barber brought by Zhong Xinghou was going to take care of their hair, and this was possible.
Unexpectedly, Marquis Zhongxing didn't mention the barber at all, but asked them another question: "If you don't have time to wash and take care of your hair, you will get lice. When you are facing the enemy and preparing to fight, your scalp suddenly feels strange.