On the way back to the army, in accordance with the emperor's request, each guard must sum up their lessons and write down a training plan, which will be presented to the emperor for review when they arrive in Beijing. The young army is no exception.
Along the way, Zhu Zhanji and Wang Xian convened a meeting with the generals to summarize the problems of the Young Army. It is obvious that the biggest problem of the Young Army is the lack of basic military literacy. Although they were all selected young men with proficiency in martial arts, their ordinary martial arts and
Fighting on the battlefield is completely different. The brutal hand-to-hand encounters on the battlefield will greatly stimulate the soldiers, and they will either become murderers or sheep to be slaughtered. Unfortunately, the newcomers who first enter the battlefield will most likely become
The latter is the case, so among the casualties in each battle, recruits account for the vast majority, while veterans often survive.
So the reality is that if a soldier can use one-tenth of the martial arts he has learned in daily life during combat, he can win in combat; if he uses one-fifth of it, he can defeat one against five; if he uses half of it, he can defeat one against five.
You will be invincible. And if you want to perform as well as possible on the battlefield, there is no other way except training that is strictly close to actual combat.
On the basis of this consensus, everyone drew up a training outline. Wang Xian repeated his old tricks and carried forward his competition method. This time he also gave it a very professional name called "Competition Method". The so-called "Competition Method"
The school method, as the name suggests, is to allow officers and soldiers to compete on the one hand, and on the other hand to take the opportunity to correct their attitudes and behaviors to help them continue to improve. Wang Xian has integrated this method into all aspects of training, whether it is for officers or soldiers
Soldiers, combatants or service personnel must all be assessed. The contents of the competition include both personal martial arts competitions and military competitions between two teams. In addition, various details such as whether the weapons are carefully cared for and whether the weapons are operated according to standards.
, also within the scope of assessment...
The assessment results are divided into three grades and nine categories. The results will be recorded in the soldiers' respective files. One month is an assessment period. Officers and soldiers whose points reach the corresponding level will be rewarded and promoted. Those who do not make progress in the first assessment
If you are exempted from punishment, you will be punished for the second time. If you are punished five times in a row, you will be dismissed. At the same time, all military officers in the army will also use the soldiers' performance as an assessment indicator to decide rewards, punishments, or promotions.
Corresponding to the comparative method, there must be a set of strict military discipline. Based on the military discipline of the Ming Dynasty, Wang Xian formulated a set of orders and prohibitions to regulate all aspects of officers and soldiers. In order to make them strictly abide by it, Wang Xian learned from Taizu and let all
Everyone memorizes it carefully and randomly checks it on weekdays. Those who can memorize it proficiently will be rewarded, and those who can't memorize it will naturally be punished.
After hearing Wang Xian's plan, everyone was shocked at the time, but Zhu Zhanji believed that he could do it. In fact, this was Wang Xian's specialty. Things that seemed complicated to people in this era were not so easy for him.
It was not complicated. Three days later, he wrote all the specifications into a thick document and gave it to Zhu Zhanji for review.
Although Zhu Zhanji had admired Wang Xian several times, after reading the statement he wrote, he still had to admire him again...if he shaved his eyebrows again, he would be bald.
Even Zhu Di couldn't help but ask after reading this statement, who wrote it?
"It's my grandson's military advisor." Zhu Zhanji smiled and said, "It's the Wang Xian that my grandson asked for from Grandpa Huang."
"Haha, my dear grandson is indeed discerning," Zhu Di said with a squinted smile: "This man has the talent to govern the country. No wonder Master Yao accepted him as his disciple."
"..." Zhu Zhanji blushed, looked at the emperor's face as usual, and whispered: "Grandpa Huang knows it."
"Grandpa is not old enough yet." Zhu Di looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile.
"Actually, Master Yao wanted to take Wang Xian as his disciple. The old man just mentioned it. Wang Xian didn't want to become a monk yet, so there was nothing more to say." Zhu Zhanji's heart trembled, and he immediately decided to tell the truth: "My grandson wants to
To use Wang Xian, you have to give him an identity that can suppress those generals and disciples, so that he can consider himself Master Yao's disciple." After saying that, he lowered his head and said in shame: "I didn't mean to deceive Grandpa Huang."
"Hahaha..." Zhu Di laughed loudly when he heard this: "Let me tell you, Master Yao can't be so ridiculous. It turns out that it's you who is causing trouble."
"But Master Yao didn't deny it either." Zhu Zhanji whispered.
"You dare to quibble?" Zhu Di laughed and scolded, glared and said: "If you want grandpa to take you on an expedition next year, just use your cunning spirit in training."
"In compliance with the order," Zhu Zhanji raised his head and made a funny expression, which caused Zhu Di to laugh again.
After returning to the capital, the young army did not train immediately, but took three days off. After all, people are not made of iron. From the beginning of training to now, for nearly three months, the young officers and soldiers have not had a proper rest. Although people in this era
I have no idea about holidays, but the string that has been stretched will break if it is not loosened.
As soon as the holiday came, the huge military camp was empty. All the officers and soldiers rushed out to have fun. Wang Xian also rushed to the prince's mansion early in the morning... Zhu Zhanji was particularly fun and had a wide range of interests, among which cricket fighting was the most popular.
, every August and September in the capital is the day to fight crickets. From the princes to the common people, everyone gathers in the porcelain basin, stares and shouts, crazy for the little bugs. In previous years, every time at this time, Zhu Zhanji would have a big fight.
It's a special fight, but because of the young army, I haven't had time to have fun this year. I finally have some free time these days. Why don't you seize the last moment and have a good time?
He started repeating it a few days ago, telling Wang Xian that he had raised many powerful crickets this year according to his method, and now he was recharging his energy to have a big fight in the next few days and kill those bastards. As a result.
Naturally, his cricket-raising teacher, Wang Xian, also wanted to be there and enjoy themselves together.
Wang Xian is also very playful. Although he has no time to raise his own crickets this year, it is very enjoyable to watch the cricket battle in the capital, so he naturally agreed. The two agreed to have breakfast together today and then set off to fight.
cricket.
When he came to the prince's house, he saw Zhu Zhanji with a dark face, scolding two children who looked similar to him. Both children were his biological brothers. The older one was twelve years old, named Zhu Zhan, and the younger one was only eight years old.
Years old, his name is Zhu Zhanyong
Both children knew Wang Xian and knew that their brother listened to him the most, so they looked to him as if they were a savior and signaled him to help rescue them quickly.
"Your Highness, what kind of anger are you having?" Wang Xian asked with a smile.
"What a good thing these two bastards did," Zhu Zhanji said angrily: "They broke my red-robed general."
"Ah?" In the past few days, Wang Xian often heard Zhu Zhanji talk about his ⊥-robed general. It was the most powerful of all his crickets. It was always raised by someone. Zhu Zhanji pointed at it this time.
It shows off its power.
"Big brother always hides it tightly and doesn't let us see it," Zhu Zhan whispered: "We are just curious about what big brother's baby looks like. When the little eunuch who was looking at the jar wasn't paying attention, he secretly took the cricket.
Open the basket and take a look..."
"Then what?" Wang Xian asked.
"Then it jumped out..." Zhu Zhanyong said with a tearful voice: "When we saw that we were in big trouble, we quickly called people to catch him. Who knew that the guy was jumping around and actually jumped into the big brother's chicken coop?
I was eaten by that Golden Flower General in one bite, wuwu..." After all, cricket fighting is restricted by seasons and can only be played in autumn. In other seasons, you can only fight other things, such as cockfighting. In Zhu Zhanji's yard, there is also a special
There is a chicken coop. I told my father and master that they wanted to hear the chickens dance, but they raised some of the most powerful fighting cocks.
"It seems that General Jinhua is more powerful." Wang Xian listened and expressed his feelings.
The two children nodded vigorously to show that they felt the same, but each of them shuddered, holding his head and wincing in pain.
"Don't cry," Zhu Zhanji glared and scolded, "My red-robed general still has the nerve to cry after he has broken my body."
"Your Highness, calm down," Wang Xian persuaded with a smile: "Don't you still have the Four Great Vajras, the Eight Great Arhats, and the Thirteen Taibao?"
"Those, although they are not bad, but compared to the red-robed general, they are just make-up..." Zhu Zhanji said discouraged: "Without the red-robed general, what can I do to win against my third uncle's Golden Winged King?"
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"Golden Winged King?" Wang Xian said with a smile: "What an awesome name."
"The reputation is not in vain. My third uncle's cricket has won eighteen games in a row and has defeated all the opponents in the capital. It is well deserved to be called the Golden Winged King." Zhu Zhanji said gloomily: "Last year, my cricket
Huang Hu was defeated by his iron-headed king, and he had to endure hardships for a year. He thought he would avenge his shame this year..."
"Just don't compete." Wang Xian suggested: "Anyway, we all know that you are busy training the young army, and it is understandable that you have no time to play with crickets."
"How can that be done?" Zhu Zhanji was anxious: "This fight was agreed last year. If I get stage fright, how can I hold my head up in the future?" The two younger brothers also nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes.
ah."
"It's a fart. It's not all caused by you two." Zhu Zhanji glared at them fiercely, and the two boys quickly shrank.
Wang Xian couldn't understand how the face of the prince's children in the capital was no different from the face of the gangsters on the streets of Fuyang until he regarded them as gangsters and immediately understood their aspirations...
"What should we do?"
"It's too late to go to Shandong to look for insects now..." Zhu Zhanji said gloomily. At this time, people's consensus was that Shandong crickets were of the highest quality. Zhu Zhanji and the dandies in the capital played crickets with specially sent people.
I went to Shandong to find it and transported it carefully. After only three days off, it will definitely be too late to go to Shandong to look for it. And the best crickets are hard to come by. It doesn't mean you can find them if you want to.
"Let's go and see first, who the Golden Winged King is," Wang Xian thought for a while and said, "Then we can think of a solution."
"Yes, how come I forgot about you?" Zhu Zhanji patted his thigh and said with a sense of blind trust: "You must have a way."
"I have no choice but to go and watch the excitement." Wang Xian poured cold water on him, but Zhu Zhanji didn't believe it, so he pulled Wang Xian and walked out.
"I'm going too, I'm going too," the two younger brothers shouted from behind.
"How far is it to die?" Zhu Zhanji shouted loudly, and they all shrank back.