The four of them returned to the school grounds. Li Siye stood on the military point platform that was three feet wide and four feet long. He pointed to the edge and said to the old shopkeeper: "Find some tough wood to make stakes, sharpen the bottom and nail it into the soil."
Keep it firm, three on each side, eight in total. The wooden stakes should be polished smooth with a plane, without edges and corners, and then fixed with hemp rope three times up and down to make it look like a fence. The ropes should be chest high, that's it."
The old shopkeeper seemed to understand that the captain wanted to use soft ropes to secure the fence.
"But," he asked doubtfully, "won't you leave the door open?"
Li Siye raised his head, thought for a moment, and said, "You don't have to stay. If you win, you can jump out. If you lose, you can climb out."
The owner of the coffin shop roughly understood what he wanted to do, although he didn't know what its function was, so he nodded and agreed.
"And here," he led the old shopkeeper to the base of the city wall, and roughly described his intention to build a cramped room without windows, which was referred to as a confinement room.
The old shopkeeper asked in surprise: "An upright coffin?"
"Wrong, wrong, wrong! This is a small room, and it must have a door. Make six of them for me. They must have foundations, and the boards must be more than six inches tall. They must fit tightly so no light can penetrate. There must be a small square hole underneath.
It is used to deliver meals. The internal space must also be careful. It should not be tall enough for adults to stand and stretch their waists, and wide enough not to allow adults to sit and stretch their legs. That's it."
The shop owner muttered to himself, what is the difference between this and a coffin? No, there is still a difference. A coffin can make you lie comfortably whether it is a living person or a dead person. So what is this thing?
"Please don't worry, Master Jun. I will ask the shop workers to do the work for you tomorrow. It will be absolutely perfect and airtight."
Li Siye paid the shopkeeper a bunch of deposit money, and the shopkeeper folded his hands and excused himself, turned around and slowly exited the school grounds.
Fujimaki and Tian Zhen listened at a loss and asked hurriedly: "What is this? If we live in a prison cell, there are cells outside the city envoy's residence. Why do we need to build it ourselves?"
Li Siye crossed his arms and said, "It is unwise for soldiers to disobey military orders and break the law by hitting them with military sticks and maiming their bodies. From now on, anyone who violates military discipline will be imprisoned."
The confinement room requires isolation of light and sound, which can make people feel lonely and desperate. It is okay to isolate light according to the current conditions, but it cannot be isolated from sound. There is no extra space in the city, and there are people moving on the city walls and military camps.
, only by intensifying the feeling of discomfort can the deterrent effect of hitting a military stick be exceeded.
Fujimaki chuckled: "Locking people up, what kind of punishment is this? If you do this, you are violating military orders and not letting them suffer physical pain. You are just thinking about your mistakes in front of the wall? Can you think about your mistakes in front of the wall? I think you can only think about it in front of the wall.
Become an eminent monk."
"Whether it works or not, you will know if you try it. Only those who have tasted it will know how terrible this thing is."
In the early morning of the next day, the coffin shop owner had already called a few guys to go to the training platform of the school field to make the fence for the fighting field. He also used a horse-drawn carriage to pull the boards and built the so-called confinement room on the spot.
The military camp was still quiet, and many people came over curiously to see what Li Siye had asked a carpenter to build. Although they were interested, they did not think that this thing would change their minds in the future.
In the three or four days since Li Siye took office, he neither called for training nor conducted drills, and military discipline remained as lax as usual. At night, soldiers went to the city's gambling houses to gamble with money, and some went to brothels to drink wine and have sex with Hu.
At Ji's Private Meeting, everyone was depressed, just like the lazy guys basking in the sun against the wall in the ravine, enduring the bad situation day by day. Perhaps it is like what Zhao Chonghuan and Gao Xianzhi said, the eighth group of people's hearts put together
Dispersed.
Li Siye could vaguely sense that these people were dissatisfied, but he didn't know the reason for it, but it was definitely not because of the deaths and injuries in the battle. The border soldiers had long looked down on life and death. Apart from life and death, there were other things.
In the early morning of the fifth day, Li Siye finally rang the copper bell hanging on the shelf outside the duty room door. The sound was clear and cold, floating in the sky above the adobe building complex.
Many people ran out of the room and looked at the school field hesitantly. Yuan Tao, the brigade commander who had been demoted to the team leader, pushed open the door and walked out, wearing iron scale armor, a horizontal knife hanging on his waist, and heading to the school field with a bag in his hand.
. He walked steadily and calmly, and shouted sternly to a few soldiers who were watching: "Are you soldiers or civilians? If you are a soldier, you must obey military orders! Didn't you hear the sound of the trumpet?"
The soldiers nodded in panic, ran back to the adobe house, hurriedly put on their armor, and ran out with their swords in hand.
Cheng Jichang also put on his armor, but squatted on the threshold of the adobe house and watched. Xiao Si ran over and whispered in his ear: "Commander Yuan Tao has put on his armor and is heading to the school grounds."
"This Yuan Tao! Hey, he is a loyal dog." Cheng Jichang said while chewing the roots of his teeth.
"Shit, I think he is just a villain with two ends. On the surface, he pretends to be noble, but in fact he is trying to flatter the new captain. What is the difference between him and those generals who get promoted by hiding their brothers?
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Xiaosi cursed bitterly, lowered his head and said to Cheng Jichang: "If he goes, we won't go, let's see who is truly noble!"
"No, let's go! The ones who are ahead will die first. We can't figure out what's going on with this new Captain Li, so don't force yourself to do it. Let's go!"
Cheng Jichang made a decision, jumped off the threshold with his feet, and walked quickly towards the school grounds.
Xiaosi chased after him, still asking hesitantly: "Brother Six, are we really going to go? Yesterday, three of my brothers went out to drink wine, and they haven't come back yet."
"No matter what they do!"
The two brigades gathered on the playground. The soldiers were very accustomed to looking for the figures of their brigade commanders Cheng Jichang and Yuan Tao, and formed a queue behind them.
The team was standing in front of the commander. The two teams formed a brigade, and the brigade leader stood in front of the team. What Li Siye saw was a cone-shaped formation, with the officer always standing at the tip of the cone.
Cheng Jichang turned his head and stared at Yuan Tao thoughtfully, but Yuan Tao seemed unaware, raising his head and staring at the air in front of him.
Fujimaki and Tian Zhen stood awkwardly in the empty space. Li Siye just smiled but didn't take it seriously. This is a process they must go through. Being able to turn a group of strangers into a symbiosis of life and death is a must for becoming a general.
class.
Li Siye stood on the fighting ring, and the personal troops he brought from Congling stood on both sides of the watch room. They had bright armor, holding knives in both hands, and their faces were serious, as cold as iron.
They are the face of Li Siye, the mirror that reflects his ability in commanding troops.
"Fujimaki, Tian Zhen, you two join the queue."
The two of them crossed their hands and said hello, then came to the queue and stood calmly in front of Cheng Jichang and Yuan Tao. Tian Zhen even shouted angrily to Cheng Jichang in a low voice: "Back off!"
After saying that, he squeezed to the front without any explanation. Cheng Jichang was even more annoyed. He bumped into Tian Zhen with his slender robe and belly. Unexpectedly, Tian Zhen had real tricks. He stood firmly on the ground and stood still. Instead, he pushed Cheng Jichang back a few steps.
Taking a step forward, he bumped into Xiao Si, the team leader behind him, who then retreated and bumped into Shi Chang behind him. Fortunately, Shi Chang stabilized his body, otherwise it would have formed a domino effect.
"quiet!"
Li Siye shouted, looked at the sergeants with a stern look, and asked, "Are there any absentees who haven't arrived yet?"
Cheng Jichang turned around and looked sideways. Xiao Si bravely crossed his arms and said, "There are three people in our team who have not returned home from a night out."
Li Siye nodded, but did not get angry. He put his hands behind his hands and said, "I have called you to line up today to announce a few rules. First, any martial arts competition in the future must come to the ring at my feet. Outside the ring is
Fighting requires heavy responsibility. Inside the ring is a competition. Not only is there no punishment, but the winner is rewarded."
"Second, those who fight, gamble, and spend the night in a brothel. Those who are late for recruitment and neglect military orders will all be severely punished and put in solitary confinement." He stretched out his hand to the base of the city wall and pointed: "That is the solitary room. There will be seven days of fighting, gambling, and sleeping in the brothel.
Seven days for those who are late in recruiting, ten days for those who neglect military orders, and fifteen days for those who deliberately cause trouble!"
The soldiers looked at the five completed wooden houses. They looked like they had nothing special. They were just restricting activities. So what if they were compared to military sticks that hurt their muscles and bones? For rough-skinned men like them,
It is said that thirty or fifty sticks are just for scratching an itch. If you can't resist a hundred sticks, you are not a tough guy.
How can we do anything to them by simply locking them up for seven or ten days?