Zhu Zhanji frowned and hesitated to speak, leaving the stage to Wang Xian.
"If you are a man, you should dare to act bravely. Aren't you just an eighty-year-old army stick?" Wang Xian looked at the group of dandy generals and said: "Although it does not have to be like this, in order to show that the military law is like a mountain, I, the military advisor, will accept it together with you, so that
See what a real man is."
There was a sudden silence in the lobby. Because Xue Xun and others had just spoken, the arrogance of Xue Xun and others was stagnant. Then Zhu Zhanji said softly: "You don't have to receive the punishment with them."
"It's just to let these losers know what a man is." Wang Xian rejected Zhu Zhanji's kindness.
"Well, then." Zhu Zhanji looked at him deeply and said, "Just listen to the military advisor."
"Those who were not in Yihong Pavilion yesterday can stand aside for now." Wang Xian turned around and said with a cold face.
Half of the people stood over. In fact, among the remaining half, many of them had not been there yesterday. They just wanted to express their anger through one nostril and still stood beside the Xue brothers.
"Come here!" Wang Xian shouted.
"Here", two rows of executioners came into the hall holding hardwood sticks as thick as bowls.
"Would you two commanders accompany me to be tortured together?" Wang Xian slowly loosened his belt and took off his brocade robe, revealing his strong muscles with clear lines. This was the result of his careful diet and fitness in the past two years. It was different from the initial numbness.
Sick ghosts who are like rods cannot be treated in the same way.
"Are you serious?" Xue Huan looked at Wang Xian, then at the hardwood staff, and shrank his neck.
"There are no jokes in the military camp. How did your father teach you?" Wang Xian glanced at him.
"You are cruel enough."
Backed off.
"It doesn't matter." Wang Xian grinned, showing his white teeth and said: "It's just a good time to recover together." Then he slapped the table heavily and said: "What are you still staring at? Knock it down."
The executioner suddenly swung his military stick and hit the two men on the back of their knees. The two stumbled forward and quickly supported the ground with both hands. However, they were hit hard by the stick on their backs, as if two groups could talk.
The muddy man screamed and was slapped to the ground hard.
Immediately afterwards, eight feet stepped on the backs of the two hands and two back ankles of the Xue brothers respectively, and the two of them were stepped on tightly in a big letter shape.
With a contemptuous snort, Wang Xian also leaned down on the ground, closed his eyes and gritted his teeth and said: "Execution..."
"Wait a minute..." The Xue brothers had just taken one stick and felt that their bones were about to break. They thought that after eighty sticks, their buttocks would still be reduced to meat? They hurriedly shouted to Zhu Zhanji: "Your Highness
Help”
"You have let me down so much." Zhu Zhanji said with a dark face: "The military advisor's order is my order, why are you still standing there? Fight." He naturally knew that he did not want the young army to become a joke, and his first priority was to strictly enforce military discipline. Now
Wang Xian took the initiative to sacrifice, how could he live up to his painstaking efforts?
Following His Highness's order, the military sticks fell heavily one after another, hitting the buttocks of the three of them, making a thumping sound, which was extremely dull, but creepy...
The Xue brothers immediately screamed, struggling fiercely like shrimps thrown into a hot pot, but were firmly stepped on by the executioner, who waved the stick and hit their buttocks, and they bloomed in a few seconds...
…
Outside the lobby, a group of generals from the Xue family were anxious and wanted to rush in to rescue the two young masters, but His Highness Taisun stood there as heavy as iron. Moreover, Military Advisor Wang Xian was also being beaten...
Wang Xian's butt was already bruised, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent. Compared to the shouting Xue brothers, he looked more like a weak scholar behind the generals...well, not a weak scholar.
Even if they can persist, the two young masters are the sons of the Marquis of Yangwu. If they fail to persist, the Marquis will be completely embarrassed... because the Marquis's face is not much left.
After thinking about it, they could only count while sending people back to report to the Marquis, while preparing stretchers and medicine for injuries...
In fact, after more than thirty strokes, the Xue brothers made no sound. Zhu Zhanji was afraid that the beatings would continue, and it would be difficult to explain the shortcomings. When he hit forty strokes, he hurriedly stopped and said: "Okay, today
It's a good day for the military advisor to take office. Let's attack half first and write down the rest." I cursed in my heart, what kind of bullshit reason is this?
As soon as Taisun called for a stop, the people on both sides rushed forward and carried the three people who were motionless out to rescue... Wu Wei and Erhei used the door panel to carry Wang Xian to a side room. Old Taoist Baiyun quickly carried the
He cut his pants open and said thankfully, "Fortunately, I'm wearing silk pants." When he was looking at the injury, this Wudang Mountain trauma expert couldn't help but let out a sigh.
What surprised him even more was what happened later. Wang Xian actually opened his eyes and said to Lingxiao who was staring at him intently: "While we are playing, what is it like for a girl to stare at a man's butt?"
"We've already opened a dyeing workshop, what else is there to see?" Ling Xiao curled his lips and then asked curiously: "But why do you think it's nothing serious?
"Hey, eldest sister, have you forgotten who we are?" Shuai Hui said with a proud smile: "We are from a wealthy family and are experts in making boards.
"That's it." Zhu Zhanji walked in, and the guards naturally wouldn't stop him. He laughed and cursed, "I was worried for nothing and even shed a few tears."
"I didn't mean to deceive His Highness," Wang Xian said sarcastically, "I was just afraid of delaying His Highness's important events, so I had to resort to some tricks."
"What else is going on here?" Zhu Zhanji, a high-ranking nobleman, naturally doesn't understand the low-level business: "Your butt is also blooming, this can't be fake, can it?" He reached out and poked his wound.
, is true or not.
"It's true," Wang Xian hissed and gasped: "But it's just a skin injury, not to mention the muscles and bones, even the flesh is not injured..."
"Sir, I actually hurt my flesh..." Bai Yunzi reminded in a low voice.
"Uh, why does it hurt so much?" Wang Xian was stunned and said depressedly: "There is no way, one minute on stage, ten years of hard work off stage."
"Yes." Shuai Hui agreed: "Zhou Yong and the others still haven't practiced enough, and their work is a bit rough. If I, Team Leader Zhang from Fuyang County, come to do this, the effect will be the same. You can go to the ground now."
"The world is really vast and full of wonders. Is there anyone who specializes in this?" Zhu Zhanji asked curiously.
"Of course, since the beginning of the yamen, there have been people who have relied on the money from the staff to make a living." Shuai Hui said with a smile: "Which industry is free of tricks? It's not surprising.
"How do they practice?" Zhu Zhanji asked with great interest.
"When practicing, wrap a pile of papers with clothes. After beating, the clothes will be in tatters, but the paper inside will be intact. This method is called heavy on the outside and light on the inside. When you hit someone, it will look like the skin is torn, but in reality
It hurts the skin but not the bones, so it won't cause much harm." Shuai Hui said, "At the same time, we also practice the opposite, which is called lightness on the outside and weight on the inside. The clothes are not wrapped with paper, but with thick stone slabs. You have to practice until they hit the ground.
After that, the clothes will be intact, but the stone slabs inside will be broken into rubble. If you hit someone like this, you will naturally die or be maimed."
"Then..." Zhu Zhanji swallowed and spat, "Which kind of Xue brothers are they?"
"It's neither, just a normal beating." Wang Xian reassured him: "After they became military generals, they have been beaten to their bones since they were young. Dozens of sticks cannot beat them."
"That's good, that's good..." Zhu Zhanji felt relieved and saw that the old Taoist priest had finished applying medicine and bandaging to Wang Xian's butt, so he coughed lightly.
"You all go out, His Highness and I have something to say." Wang Xian gave a knowing command, and everyone left together.
Zhu Zhanji sat down next to the bed, listened attentively, and heard faint screams coming from behind. He sighed softly: "Everyone is forty, and no one is left behind."
"It should be so." Wang Xian said calmly: "I will be punished together with them, and they will not be resentful towards His Highness."
"Now that things have happened, I no longer care what they think." Zhu Zhanji said with a gloomy expression: "It's impossible to train the Young Army with these people.
"That's right," Wang Xian also sighed: "I didn't expect that the noble sons of the Ming Dynasty would fall so badly." The military power of the Ming Dynasty is now at its peak. The army is fighting in the north and south, and it is invincible. The combat effectiveness of the army must be no problem. But then I thought about it.
, it seems that just thirty years after the Tumubao Incident, the army declined so quickly, I am afraid this is the reason.
"Yeah, maybe I'm good at riding and shooting, but I'm so arrogant and careless, and I regard military discipline as child's play. How can I safely hand over the army to them?" Zhu Zhanji said with a solemn expression: "Actually, I'm the first one to notice this.
The person who is worried is none other than Marquis Yangwu, the father of the Xue brothers. He wrote a special letter to the emperor requesting the training of military ministers’ children. It is probably because he saw his son’s conduct that he became worried.”
"What is the emperor's attitude?"
"The emperor has naturally been alert for a long time. He has taken severe measures to deal with these situations a few years ago, including taking a test to be appointed as a military attaché. If he fails to garrison Kaiping in the first test, he fails to garrison Jiaozhi in the second try, and if he fails in the third test, he must take the garrison test.
Use warning to encourage the smoky land."
"This is a cruel enough attack, it should work, right?" Wang Xian asked.
"The Holy Edict was full of complaints. Almost all the people who took the exam in the first year were wiped out." Zhu Zhanji smiled bitterly and said: "They went to the emperor to cry and complain. The emperor was most nostalgic. They were all fighting against him through life and death.
They couldn't bear to assign their children and grandchildren just because they failed once, so they were allowed to take the exam for three years, and then they were assigned positions after failing three times..."
"Is there any distribution?"
"This autumn is only the third year." Zhu Zhanji sighed: "So there is not one yet."
Wang Xian was speechless. Even the resolute Emperor Yongle couldn't handle things, and he certainly couldn't handle it.
"I think the emperor has organized a young army for me," Zhu Zhanji suddenly said quietly, "Maybe he wants to see if there is another possibility."
"Your Highness means," Wang Xian thought for a moment in his mind and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty wants to see if recruiting soldiers will be better than recruiting soldiers from the world?"