Sima Ju is the leader of the former county soldiers, a native of Le'an, Qingzhou. Wang Zhen is a native of Qingzhou Qiancheng and was originally a military chief. It was quite unexpected that he was promoted by skipping the ranks, he was born in Orion, and although he knew how to do archery, he did not have any special abilities. Zhang Luo's reason for promoting him is more vague, because if this reason is said publicly, it is really a reason that cannot be convincing to the public.

The most basic training of the army in later generations is to report the number, which can be completed by children as young as three or four years old in later generations, but it is a new training subject in the Yellow Turban Army. Zhang Luo's goal before sending troops was to have a fairly strong marching ability, so after adjusting the internal establishment of the troops, he ordered his subordinates to report the brothers who were injured and in poor health.

Among all the Wu Commanders, only Wang Zhen said: "The subordinate is the Wu Commander of the Santun First Team, and the two brothers under him have broken their feet...... Just the previous sentence, Zhang Luo was impressed by Wang Zhen.

An officer who cannot understand the army digitally can only forcibly memorize the names of individual unit commanders. In the face of a myriad of numbers, the efficiency of doing so will be low and scary. Although Wang Zhen's ability to be a hunter can be a tun chief in a so-so way, Zhang Luo values his mode of thinking. If he is competent, he can naturally be reasonably promoted, and if he is not capable, at least Zhang Luo can give him another chance through transfer.

One early morning in late August, Zhang Luo's troops were woken up from their sleep. All the troops got up in their gear in the dim light. All the soldiers wore yellow scarves on their heads, and the captain wore sackcloth hats that showed their buns, and the sackcloth hats were tied with belts. The team leaders pinned a small cowhide crown to their buns. The military and cantonal commanders are dressed in the same way as the team leaders.

The uniforms of the whole army were exactly the same, but each sergeant was equipped with epaulettes and armbands, and on the epaulettes and armbands indicating class, Zhang Luo did not have to worry about violating the Taiping Dao military system. According to the class list of the army in later generations, privates, non-commissioned officers, captains, and colonels, and class chapters can see the difference in the ranks of non-commissioned officers at a glance.

After the troops were ready, Zhang Luo glanced around his subordinates in the dim moonlight, and he could roughly tell that the entire queue was ready. At the head of the formation, he shouted, "Go!" ”

Zhang Luo led the entire army through the quietly open north gate of Guangzong City at the front, and marched towards the front.

On 25 August, a detachment of more than 600 Yellow Turban troops became active in the northern part of Quang Jong.

The march was exactly in accordance with the route of the previous time, and Bian Xibu, who was in charge of reconnaissance, set out as early as 23 August, and began to determine the route, resting points, and camping points two days in advance. Not only must the route be prepared, but also where to collect fuel for heating and cooking, and where to get water, the reconnaissance team must be fully responsible.

Bian Xi thinks that he is more clever, although he may not be more brave and good at fighting than Pei Yuanshao, Zhou Cang and other old brothers on the battlefield, compared with the brothers in the baggage army, they can be called elite. He was naturally proud in his heart.

When Zhang Luo told him about the duties of marching troops, Bian Xi also felt that he understood very clearly. But as soon as it really came out, there was a problem on the first day of the march. He had forgotten where he had gotten the fuel. It's not a march of about two dozen people, just a little dry grass on the whole day. There were more than 270 people, and some of the troops had very good fires, while some of the troops were not dry enough fuel and were still smoking thickly. This smoky fire had a great impact on the rest of the troops.

"Since we are walking the same road and maintaining the same degree of march, these seemingly detailed things are problematic. If some unfortunate troops are affected every time they rest, it will add up to a lot and affect the entire army. Zhang Luo didn't get angry, he just said to Zhang Yingchen about things.

Bian Xi was very convinced by Zhang Luo, although he could not understand the "seriousness" of the problem that Zhang Luo said, but he understood his own family affairs and was sure that he had forgotten about the fuel matter. Because it was the first time he was able to command a troop of thirty or forty people, Bian was full of joy along the way, but he forgot these specific details. was feeling ashamed, Bian Xi heard Zhang Luo say: "Bian team rate, you should also take a closer look at the list." ”

"That list ......," Bian Xi felt even more ashamed. Zhang Luo wrote a manual for Bian Xi's reconnaissance unit with a wooden slip, and the content was of course drafted. At that time, Zhang Luo told Bian Xi and others to follow the rules listed on the list first, and if there were problems in the implementation process, they would write down the problems for the time being. These contents are constantly adjusted and improved.

Bian Xi felt that he had walked this road and did not have to worry so much at all. What's more, Bian Xi is literate, but he doesn't know many words. There are many words on Zhang Luo's list that Bian Xi can't recognize, and when Zhang Luo explains some words, Bian Xi can understand them, but when he reads them himself, he is confused and confused. So after reading hard, he simply gave up doing what was listed on the list, and instead did it according to his own memory and experience.

Now that Zhang asked slightly, Bian Xi chattered a few times, and finally replied in a low voice: "Junhou, I didn't look at it carefully, and then I didn't look at it again." ”

"Oh?" Zhang Luo responded in surprise.

Bian Xi felt that Zhang Luo was only afraid that he would be scolded next, and there was nothing that others would not scold when they encountered such things. Bian Xi felt quite guilty, and he really didn't want to make up anything to deal with Zhang Luo, so he waited for Zhang Luo to reprimand.

Zhang Luo said happily: "Ah Xi, I have to say, you tell me the truth, this is really well done!" ”

Bian Xi was stunned, and Zhang Luo's completely unusual reaction also made Bian Xi not know how to answer.

Of course, Zhang Luo's joy was not pretentious, he continued: "Axi, you can't do things according to the rules, you must have encountered some difficulties." Come, tell me why you can't follow the rules and tell me about the problems you encountered. ”

Since Zhang Luo is so considerate, Bian Xi also let go, he can't read all the words, he can't read Zhang Luo's writing, and it is difficult to understand the content. At first, Bian Xi felt embarrassed to say it, for fear of hurting Zhang Luo's face, but seeing that Zhang Luo was so calm, he fortunately said everything.

Zhang Luo took Bian Xi's marching regulations, and according to the content proposed by Bian Xi, he and Bian Xi analyzed and revised them. After revising the beginning, the troops began to march further. Zhang Luo and Bian Xi talked and revised as they walked, and continued to change in the evening, and finally Bian Xi got an almost new marching regulations. This line is naturally completely vernacular, and after reading it one by one, he can basically understand it.

"You read it yourself, and then let the other brothers read it too. If you still don't understand something, come to me and continue to change. Zhang Luo said.

"Soldiers, whether they can read it or not, I will definitely let them memorize it!" Bian Xi's attitude was very resolute.

Zhang slightly waved his hand, "Ah Xi, if you write something for people to see, you have to let people understand it." If nine out of ten people can't read what is written, then it's some kind of bullshit. You don't have to care about me, now you have to let the brothers read it. ”

Although Bian Xi was very moved, he felt that Zhang Luo took others too seriously, and he reminded: "In the army, eight or nine out of ten brothers are illiterate. ”

"It's okay, I'll teach you how to read." Zhang Luo smiled, "Ah Xi, do you remember, I told you that I will teach you everything I know." It's not just you, I'm going to teach my brothers everything I know, you have to learn it for me! ”

After dawn, the march continued, after all, it was the road traveled, and with a special marching team and logistics team, this march was much faster than the last time. However, after two days of marching, some of the brothers gradually began to lose their breath.

In these years, the military training of both the Han army and the Yellow Turban army was very lax, especially on the march. The Yellow Turban brothers fought with good morale, but they didn't have a lot of training for marching. Moreover, Zhang Luo and they have been marching for more than a month, and their current speed is not something that ordinary brothers can easily keep up with.

"Grit your teeth and hold on, just slow down!" Zhang Luo has no other better way than to say this to everyone.

By the afternoon of 27 August, the exhausted troops had finally arrived near the official road. Last time, it took Zhang Luo and them six days to get here, and this time it only took one-third of the time last time.