There is a saying in the Book of Changes: A gentleman hides his weapons in his body and waits for the time to move.
The chess game has begun and the chess pieces have fallen. The next step depends on how the opponent places the chess pieces.
"Kill, kill, kill"
On the training ground of the Fuzhou Health Center, there were thousands of teenagers aged 13 or 14 standing, holding bamboo spears and stabbing scarecrows.
These people are all orphans adopted by the Jin Yiwei. After undergoing a rough training, some of them will transform into spies, some will disguise themselves as traffickers, and some will directly join the guard to provide fresh blood to the Jin Yiwei.
What kind of people they will become in the future depends on their performance in training. During every training camp, there are Jin Yiwei who are responsible for observing, recording the performance of these people in training, and leaving comments.
Wang Xu, wearing a black Feiyu suit, sat at the main seat and watched all this with cold eyes, raising his teacup to take a sip of tea from time to time.
Beside him, Feng Qianhu, the chief officer of the guard training camp, guarded him every step of the way.
Now, it has been five days since that letter was sent.
During these five days, just as he said, Feng Zhong had no contact with the outside world at all. Instead, he frequently expressed his loyalty to Wang Xu, as if he wanted to be a subordinate of the dragon.
On the other hand, Qian Qianhu, who is in charge of intelligence and who claims to have no backer, has been doing a lot of small things these days. He writes to many people every day in an attempt to take a step forward in Qian Hu's position.
Regarding this kind of duplicitous person, Wang Xu didn't say anything, but secretly made a note in his heart.
If he can take the position of governor, Qian Qianhu's position will have to be moved. Such an important task as mastering intelligence cannot be handed over to someone who is not of the same mind as him.
"The overall quality of this group of students is good, but there are no good talents that are refreshing. What a pity!" After looking at it for a long time, Wang Xu slowly spoke, labeling this group of people mediocre.
On the school field, the teenagers were still training profusely, and some of the best among them were even humming and working hard. They had no idea that their efforts were just a joke in Wang Xu's eyes.
If hard work were effective, there would be no children in their seventies or eighties who would not be able to pass the examination as a scholar.
Is hard work useful? It is, but there is a prerequisite for hard work. You must be a genius to stand out after working hard.
If you are a mediocre person, I'm sorry, no matter how hard you try, you can't outrun the horse. Some things just don't require hard work.
"It's time to eat, it's time to eat!"
Hundreds of uniformed guards walked into the school grounds carrying fifty large wooden barrels, shouting loudly for dinner.
Woo!!!
The sound of the break horn sounded, and the teenagers in training immediately cheered and threw their bamboo guns at the feet of the scarecrow, and swarmed towards the barrel.
"Drink the soup first, and eat in ten minutes!"
One of the people in charge of training walked into the school grounds with a whip and shouted orders to the people around him.
Young people are accustomed to such orders.
After training all morning, everyone is in a state of dehydration and wolfing down food can easily cause stomach damage.
Before eating, drink a few mouthfuls of soup to moisten your throat. It can not only replenish water but also relax your tired body, so as to avoid stomach problems in middle age.
"Wow, seaweed soup, there are dried shrimps and dried shrimps in it!"
"My side is egg soup, there are a lot of egg drops in it."
Ten wooden barrels are lined up in a row. When the lid is opened, bursts of fragrance come out.
The teenagers carried wooden bowls and lined up to pass in front of the barrel one by one. Everyone was served a bowl of hot soup, which made everyone smile with joy.
Chattering, many people were sitting on the floor, sipping the soup in small sips. After one sip of the hot soup, it was as if the fatigue from training had been swept away, and the stomach felt warm and comfortable.
After drinking soup and resting for ten minutes, it was soon time to eat.
Fifty wooden barrels, ten are for soup, twenty are for rice, and twenty are for vegetables.
Unlike in some movies, where you have to kill each other before eating, and if you win the battle, you eat, and if you lose, you go hungry. In real Jin Yiwei training, compatriots are strictly prohibited from killing each other.
For example, when having a meal, everyone will be in groups of 100, draw lots to determine the order, and then line up in order to cultivate the concept of a group.
If there is a private fight within the group, they will be whipped twenty times, starved for three days, or even executed in serious cases.
Why is this happening? Because compatriots can kill each other, and once the seeds of hatred are sown, it will last a lifetime.
The Jinyiwei are a unit, with strict rules and regulations, and they pay attention to the same gunpoint. The only way to deal with compatriots killing each other is to kill them.
"Sir, there are practical combat programs in the afternoon, including one-on-one combat, a group of five fighting criminals, and a group fighting of ten." Looking at the teenagers eating, Feng Zhong whispered to Wang Xu.
Wang Xu nodded slightly, not allowed to kill each other, how to stimulate the blood of Xiao Jinyiwei.
The answer lies in the death row prisoners. Fuzhou is a big state, and countless death row prisoners are arrested every day by the six gates. Some of them are used for beheading at Caishikou, and some of them become consumables in Jinyi Guards.
Killing training like this is conducted once or twice a month. When the little Jinyi guards reach adulthood and are about to leave the training camp, they will be sent out to kill bandits, bandits, caravans, and wanted criminals.
It is no exaggeration to say that every young man who grows up in the training camp and eventually joins the Jin Yiwei has several lives on his hands, and he is not a child soldier who has never seen blood.
"You go ahead and make arrangements." Wang Xu waved his hand gently. He had nothing to do today, so he might as well watch Jin Yiwei's training.
Wow, wow
Accompanied by the sound of chains shaking, hundreds of death row prisoners were brought up under the supervision of Jin Yiwei.
Some of these people are bandits, some are robbers, some are caught accidentally killing someone, and some are criminal thieves.
No matter what they were before, they are now the consumables of the Jin Yiwei. The only value of living is to serve as the whetstone for the little Jin Yiwei to exercise their energy and courage.
"Sir, I was wronged. I didn't kill anyone. I was wronged!"
A middle-aged man with a sallow face walked and knelt on the ground, kowtowing to Wang Xu's position.
Wang Xu remained unmoved, placed the tea lid on the teacup, and continued drinking tea without raising his head.
When the middle-aged man saw it, he screamed even louder, causing the guard in uniform who was guarding him to quickly come up and hit him on the head with a stick.
puff!!
The brain is the most fragile part of the human body. After receiving a solid blow, the middle-aged man's body shook twice and fell heavily to the ground.
Looking at the middle-aged man who had been beaten to the head and bleeding and was still muttering to himself on the ground, Wang Xu took a sip of tea, rinsed his mouth, and spat on the ground.
"Let's get started." Wang Xu's face was cold. Maybe the middle-aged man had a family, maybe he was really wronged, but what does this have to do with him.
As a new generation who grew up in modern society and did not dare to help an old lady when she fell, Wang Xu was even more numb and indifferent than the Chinese people written by Lu Xun.
In real life, we are all indifferent, but if we can turn into Madonnas in the movie world, that wouldn't be funny.
"start!"
Feng Zhong gave the order, and two guards in golden uniforms came out. One untied a prisoner's shackles, and the other threw six weapons on the ground.
Knife, sword, axe, stick, shield, spear
Six weapons, each one different, were scattered at the feet of both sides.
The Jinyiwei pushed the prisoner who had been removed from his shackles, and said: "You choose first, there will be five brats to fight you soon, kill them, and you will be free!"
"Really?" The prisoner was a bandit. He had a beard on his face and looked very barbaric.
Jin Yiwei did not answer his question, but said impatiently: "Hurry up."
The prisoner swallowed and stopped talking. Whether he can survive depends on today.
He picked up an ax and waved it twice in his hand. It was too heavy. Although the people facing him were teenagers, they were elites trained by Jinyiwei. There might be a hard fight in a while. An ax like this seriously consumes physical energy.
Weapons are not the first choice.
After much selection, the bandits finally chose a broadsword. This choice was expected and reasonable.
"You, you, you, you, and you, come out!" The bandits selected their weapons, and the Jin Yiwei named five people among the teenagers.
The five young men looked at each other, and without waiting for the commander to speak, they picked up their weapons in a familiar manner. The strongest young man held a shield in front of him, while the others followed with weapons in hand.
"We hold battles like this twice every month. Despite their young age, these guys are actually quite familiar with battle formations. They are especially good at killing in groups of five or ten. Every time
Everyone has a few lives on his hands, and the number of people killed is not less than these people." During the confrontation, Feng Zhong spoke in a low voice and explained the situation at the scene to Wang Xu.
Wang Xu raised his head slightly and said softly: "According to what you say, they are sure to win, so why bother fighting?"
With a smile on his face, Feng Zhong replied: "Fighting is not the purpose, the purpose is to exercise their courage. Kill and kill. If they get used to killing, they will not be soft in their attacks."