Li Siye raised his hand to stop Tian Zhen and said: "Don't be too domineering. Just let them know to be afraid. Excessive use will make people resentful. You two also go down to clean up. Wait for the evening, and follow me to change."
Let’s take a walk around the city.”
The two of them folded their hands and left, turned around and walked out of the duty room. Li Siye suddenly stopped them again: "Remember, anyone who contradicts or violates military regulations should not be punished privately, but should be dealt with publicly on the school grounds."
The two looked at each other, cupped their hands and said, "Here, we understand."
Li Siye stood at the window and looked out. Tian Zhen and Teng Mu led their horses under the flagpole and followed each other towards the barracks.
The flagpole on the small school ground hangs a flag. The center of the flag is earthy yellow, surrounded by crimson pendant ribbons. The center is circled in white, and the huge Chinese characters in running script are dark and dazzling.
In the distance, rows of adobe houses were dyed golden under the scorching sun. There were hemp ropes strung between these houses. A woman wearing a short jacket walked out of the house holding a wooden basin and hung her washed clothes on the rope.
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Li Siye was very interested in this, as if he had seen a large courtyard in the past. This was a military camp and a place where soldiers lived. They were professional soldiers who had to live and reproduce. Some even passed it down from father to son, and from son to son.
Sun Yat-sen lives like this.
Work is life, and war is a high-risk factor in work. For them, they, the captain who took office in a hurry, are just passers-by, and sometimes they have to understand each other.
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In the dimly lit adobe house, Cheng Jichang, the brigade commander who had been kicked off his job, sat on two adobes with a gloomy face. Five or six close subordinates gathered around him, either lowering their heads to ponder or looking up at the roof.
The lady squatted beside her, scrubbing her clothes in the tub with both hands. She raised her wet wrist and wiped her forehead, then lowered her head and continued rubbing.
The door was pushed open, and Xiaosi stood at the door and said, "Brother Cheng Liu, Brigade Marshal said he has some personal matters and won't come to discuss it with us."
Cheng Jichang chuckled and said: "This Yuan Tao does not distinguish between relatives and is obsessed with the conflict between the Sixth Regiment and my Tenth Regiment. Everyone is stirring the spoon in the same pot, and now they are all the Eighth Regiment! Forget it,
Don’t wait for him!”
"Xiaosi, come in." Cheng Jichang didn't even lower his head to look at his wife, but said indifferently: "The men will talk for a while, and the women will go out!"
Without saying a word, the lady bent over and walked out with the heavy wooden basin in her arms. The young lady wanted to help, but was rejected by the lady in a distant manner.
Cheng Jichang held his knees with his hands, looked around and said to everyone: "This muzili's idea is pricking your hands. The more it is like this, the less frightened everyone should be. You also know how the imperial court treats us soldiers, although the officials of Anxi Prefecture
Most of them are sympathetic, but if they want to ride on top of us and dominate us, we have to see who it is!"
Xiaosi was the first to agree: "You tell me, Sixth Brother, what you say is what we will do."
Several other people present were silent. Cheng Jichang said nonchalantly: "Didn't the new brigade commander take office? They are Colonel Li's people. We don't want to mess around on our own. We need to make the Sixth Regiment, the Tenth Regiment and the so-called Eighth Regiment
Let him put the conflict in front of him! Bring out the matter of Zhenwei Colonel Zhao Lushui. No matter what he does, he will blame the people of the Sixth Regiment! I want to see, without me and Yuan Tao, he will
How to control this patchwork eighth regiment."
The other three did not speak. Only one old-looking soldier lowered his head and said, "Okay, let's do it like this."
Xiao Si is a person who likes to make noise. He stood up and said loudly and excitedly: "Cheng Lushuai is not kind to everyone. He promoted you and me. Today, he was thrown away like a rag by the new captain on the spot.
, if we don’t do something, how can we deal with him? Even if it’s not for him, I’m afraid we will have the same result in the future!”
Cheng Jichang frowned. Xiaosi's words were quite provocative, but the metaphor was wrong. How could he be compared to a rag?
"That's it, just be smart and act according to the situation."
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Yuan Tao, another deposed brigade marshal, was sitting in front of the adobe house. There was a sharpening stone on the wooden pier in front of him. He held the blade of a horizontal knife in his hands and sharpened the edge by clicking on the stone surface.
Three or four people gathered over, wearing brown clothes and red foreheads. They all had their bellies puffed out. They stood behind him and encouraged: "Commander of the brigade, Cheng Jichang gathered a few people for a secret meeting at home, and he was stripped of his brigade."
Even if you are handsome, you are unwilling to take it off, but you are here sharpening your knife in peace."
Yuan Tao continued to sharpen his knife, and after a long time he said: "What's the use of a secret meeting? If a person is killed by a senior official, how much trouble can he make as a brigade marshal who has been removed? He neglected his duty and was caught by his pigtails. What's the point?
Unwilling to do so?"
A man with a curly beard said: "This Colonel Li Siye, I don't think he is an easy person to deal with. Compared with our Colonel Zhao, he is much less humane. With such a person in charge of the Eighth Regiment, we can live a comfortable life."
?"
"I think you are just living so comfortably that you have forgotten what you do." Yuan Tao snorted mercilessly.
"What's wrong with us living a comfortable life? When you are an official, you work hard to climb up. People have something to look forward to, and they earn salaries instead of wages."
"Can't you do the same? How many brigade commanders, captains, lieutenants, generals, and even city envoys in the Anxi Army have all risen through the ranks by fighting hard?"
Curly Beard squatted in front of him, put his hands under his armpits and whispered: "If it were before, we still had hope, even if we couldn't be promoted, there would still be financial rewards, and casual officials would be awarded honors. But since three years ago,
After we change the city and engage in battle with Tuqishi, look at the brothers, which one is still warm-hearted?"
"The Protectorate also saw it, and gathered together the remnants of our two unlucky regiments who were separated, and created an eighth regiment, leaving it to fend for itself in this city. Didn't they just want to use the opportunity of the eighth regiment?
The reputation of the Eighth Regiment, relying on the brotherhood between Zhu Renhui and Zhao Lushui, allowed him to consume this friendship to support it, do you want to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor?"
Yuan Tao was still sharpening the knife, and the blade moved back and forth on the sharpening stone faster, and even the sound of sharpening became more and more harsh. The beard seemed to have no vision, and still chattered in front of him: "It's just like the Eighth Regiment."
Well, after more than 20 days at Fengsui Fort, we used the lives of more than 200 people to build nine flying cavalry officers, and then received the reward and returned home to buy property in a glorious manner."
The sound of sharpening the knife suddenly stopped, and the blade stuck to the sharpening stone and condensed cold light swam, just like his person and his eyes, staring condescendingly at the curly bearded man with a frown.
The bearded man sat down on the ground timidly, shocked and speechless by the murderous aura displayed by Yuan Lu in an instant.
Yuan Tao raised the knife and touched the blade, and asked in a mocking tone: "Do you only see Fei Qiwei in your eyes?"
Huzi and the young officers beside him were speechless and refused to leave.
Yuan Tao put the knife on the ground, supported the handle with both hands, put his chin on the back of his hand and said: "Yes, the 8th, 6th and 10th regiments have all been scrapped, and the scraps that are not needed by each regiment have also been thrown away.
When you come to us, who can ask anything more from you? Just don’t live up to Colonel Zhao’s good intentions. He has done a lot for both dead and living brothers.”
"That's natural." Several people breathed a sigh of relief: "We remember Captain Zhao's kindness, but those people in the 10th Regiment don't know what to do."
"It's just that at the moment, Colonel Li doesn't know the importance, the grievances of his brothers, and we don't know our joys and sorrows. There are also the two brigade marshals who he inserted casually. They can go to other places to serve as brigade marshals, but they don't
He is qualified to be the brigade leader of our sixth regiment!"
Yuan Tao sheathed his sword, reached out and put the silk scarf that was used to wipe the knife into his arms, and said with a cold expression: "Wrong! There is no sixth regiment now, only the eighth regiment, nine deaths without regrets."