The weather in October was not very hot during the day. But even so, on the school grounds of the Beijing camp, the newly reorganized soldiers were still sweating. They were competing in groups of a hundred for an assassination competition.
Around the school grounds, veterans of the new army lined up to watch; on the general stage, the Marquis of Zhongxing and the commander Cao Wenzhao were watching the battle.
Beside the two of them stood three martial arts professors from the Beijing camp. At Zhong Jinwei's request, they gave him some explanations from time to time.
After the three martial arts professors were transferred to the Beijing camp, they watched the set of assassination techniques they created being carefully studied by each new soldier and used to kill the enemy. The pride in their hearts was indescribable.
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In the new army, they gained enough respect, and such a life made them extremely satisfied. Therefore, they were all extremely grateful to Zhongxing Hou for giving them such an opportunity to show their talents.
To this end, they also strictly required themselves to make slight improvements to the assassination technique in response to several actual combat feedbacks from the new army after they entered the battlefield, making it more powerful in actual combat.
Now another 10,000 new troops are about to leave, and a sense of accomplishment fills their hearts. While explaining to Marquis Zhongxing, the three martial arts professors pointed at the movements of the soldiers fighting each other on the school field from time to time while explaining.
Prosperity.
"Master Hou, the understanding of the four young masters is really high! I can guarantee that their team will be able to stay until the end." One of the martial arts professors suddenly praised.
When Zhong Jinwei heard this, he looked for the figure of the Fourth Primary School in the field with great interest. He also agreed in his heart that if the Fourth Primary School did not have a strong understanding of war, it would not leave its name in history.
And there is another reason, that is, many concepts and tactics are taught to the Fourth Primary School first, and then taught to others by the Fourth Primary School. Therefore, although the Fourth Primary School is young, they are senior in the new army.
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Time is passing slowly, the number of people in the field is getting smaller and smaller, and the results are slowly coming out.
There were one hundred teams, and ten teams at a time were competing in an elimination-style battle. As it was approaching evening, the last four teams left on the field were indeed four small teams.
Under the guidance of the martial arts professor, Zhong Jinwei watched carefully and found that the fourth small team had the most comprehensive grasp of tactical movements and assassination essentials, and its overall combat coordination was the best.
The results of the competition between the four teams came soon. Sun Kewang's Hundreds team lost to Li Dingguo's Team, while Li Wenxiu's Team defeated Ai Nengqi's team and began to compete for first place.
"How is Li Dingguo's team?" Zhong Jinwei asked the martial arts professor as he looked at the two teams that were preparing on the field.
"Master Hou, Master Li's team has the strictest military discipline. If nothing else happens, winning the championship will not be a problem." The martial arts professor replied with a smile.
Zhong Jinwei nodded after hearing this. This was the same as the original situation in history, and it was also Li Dingguo's highest achievement. It seems that his butterfly wings will not change their talents.
The results of the competition were within everyone's expectations, and Li Dingguo won the championship with a large advantage.
Zhong Jinwei looked at all the New Army officers and soldiers who had reorganized to stand in front of the general stand, and saw the traces of sweat on their young faces, and felt something in his heart.
He walked to the general stand and shouted loudly to the new soldiers below: "Although I don't want you to use it on the battlefield, I still want you to train hard in the assassination technique. You are all veterans, so I guess you will."
We know the saying that sweat more in peacetime and bleed less in war. I watched your game today, it was good, I am very satisfied."
When Zhong Jinwei saw the smiles on the faces of the new soldiers, he gave them more information and said: "You must continue to work hard. Next time, you will be allowed to compete with the veterans of the new army."
As soon as these words came out, the soldiers who were laughing just now stopped laughing. Those old soldiers were all people who had actually fought with Jianlu on the battlefield with bayonets. When compared with them, they suddenly felt a lot of pressure.
And the veteran soldiers in the new army did not dare to look down upon them after watching the competition between these new soldiers.
Cao Wenzhao immediately ordered the disbandment of the troops, and then accompanied the Marquis of Zhongxing to the audience. As he walked, he said: "Master Marquis, it seems that these new troops can fight with Jianlu on the battlefield with bayonets."
He had commanded close combat with Jianlu, so what he said was well-founded.
Zhong Jinwei glanced at Cao Wenzhao, nodded with a smile and said: "Yes, it is possible, but I hope they can practice more before the war next year to minimize their own casualties."
Having said this, he stopped smiling and said seriously: "In next year's war, Jianlu will definitely jump over the wall in a hurry. It's good for us to be more prepared."
"The Marquis is right, the general is a little overconfident." Upon hearing this, Cao Wenzhao quickly admitted his mistake.
Zhong Jinwei just said this casually, not to teach Cao Wenzhao a lesson. When he heard that Cao Wenzhao immediately admitted his mistake, he smiled, stopped talking, and walked towards the steps of the general platform.
When he first reached the steps, he found the four children standing at the bottom of the steps waiting for him.
"Why, are you looking for me again?" Zhong Jinwei walked down the steps and asked Si Xiaodao with a smile.
The fourth child must have discussed it long ago. For some reason, it was not Sun Kewang who spoke this time, but Li Dingguo who said slightly nervously: "Uncle, we want to go to the battlefield."
When Zhong Jinwei heard this, he said a little strangely: "I didn't let you go to the battlefield!"
Li Dingguo's face turned red, he calmed down and said again: "Uncle, we want to go to the Liaodong battlefield to kill Jianlu now."
"Oh, why do you have such an idea? Will it be different next year?" Zhong Jinwei was even more surprised.
Li Dingguo was no longer as nervous as when he first spoke. He explained to Zhong Jinwei: "I heard from my adoptive father that on the battlefield in Liaodong, our army stayed up all night and fought fiercely with Jianlu, and Jianlu became more and more frightened. The nephews
I’m worried that next year, it won’t be fun to go out with the army!”
"Oh, you really think so?" Zhong Jinwei confirmed with a smile.
The four children listened and nodded seriously together.
When Zhong Jinwei saw it, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it was the devil in troubled times who regarded war as fun.
"Now that severe winter is coming, aren't you afraid of the severe cold weather? Stay warm at home!" Zhong Jinwei induced.
Upon hearing Zhong Jinwei's words, the four children raised their little heads together and said firmly: "Don't be afraid! If you are a real man, you must learn from your uncle, protect your family and country, and hunt everywhere for the rise of the Ming Dynasty!"
Zhong Jinwei was speechless, wondering why these four brats were thinking about what he usually chatted with them.
He thought that the current small-scale war in Liaodong was indeed an opportunity for them to exercise their independent leadership. Since he was on the stronger side, there should not be any big danger.
But then I thought about it, the fourth child is still a bit young. What is the concept of being nearly twelve years old in later generations, but now he has to lead the army alone to kill the enemy!
"Have you ever told Zhang Xianzhong about this?" Zhong Jinwei thought for a moment and asked.