Chapter II: Commander of the Guard

"Nonsense, is it child's play for you to be in the army, how can the commander of the guard grant it at will!" Han Duan looked really angry this time.

Guangdong is one of the sixteen capital divisions of the Ming Dynasty, under the jurisdiction of more than a dozen guards, a guard according to the system of more than 5,000 people, the guard commander is the third product, is already a very big officer, no wonder Han Duan will feel that Han Lin is messing around, if it is a hundred households, it is easy to say.

"Dad, I'm not messing around," Han Lin had already found a way to say, and explained with a "stubborn" face: "I think our Ming Dynasty has reached a critical point of survival, the child just wants to contribute to the country, and I already have a plan for military training in my heart." ”

"What kind of soldiers can you train as a child!" Han Duan still firmly disagreed.

Han Lin looked at the master on the side, and the latter laughed: "Han Duan, I see that you haven't practiced anything over the years, those soldiers under your command are still sloppy in military discipline and low in strength, I think it's better to let Lin'er give it a try, anyway, no one cares who you use in this chaotic situation now." ”

"Hey......" Han Duan thought for a while, and finally sighed helplessly, "Okay, I'll appoint you as the commander of the Guangzhou avant-garde, I want to see how you train a strong army." ”

"Dad, you can rest assured, the child will definitely bring out an elite!" Han Lin said confidently, after all, it is a modern person who has crossed over, and he has never eaten pork and seen a pig run, so he is afraid that it is better than now if he thinks of something.

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The next day, Han Lin asked from Han Duan for a list of the people of the Guangzhou avant-garde, and the first guard should have 5,600 people according to the system, divided into 5,000 households, but only about 2,000 people were listed on the list, and the rest were all paid empty salaries. Han Duan is an upright person, so naturally it is impossible for him to be corrupt by himself, and after he received all the military salaries, he gave them to his soldiers, so although the soldiers are still suffering, they are still passable. In some places, there may not be a single guard, and the military salary is still received, and all of them have been embezzled at various levels.

Han Duan's military order to appoint Han Lin as the commander had already been conveyed, so Han Lin brought two personal guards - Han Lin called them a dragon and a tiger, one dragon was taller, and the other tiger was stronger, and went straight to the camp after leaving Guangzhou City.

At this time, it is the season of spring crop sowing, and the guards are normally in the tunzhai or fields, and Han Duan's original rule is to practice in batches for half a month, which is already very good, and to a certain extent, the combat effectiveness of the guards is guaranteed.

At noon, Han Lin came to the residence of Qian Jiang, one of the two current commanders.

As a high-ranking military officer, Qian Jiang had come to the Han Mansion to see Han Lin, so he immediately recognized the latter, and hurriedly took his family to bend down and salute, "I've seen Young Master Lin." ”

"Okay, Qianjiang" Han Lin frowned, "Now I am the commander, not a young master, in the future, I only need to salute, and your family will not have to salute." As for the military rites, the commander will soon hand you a new set. ”

"This..."Qian Jiang was stunned, "The subordinates don't dare, the subordinates don't dare..."Qian Jiang thought that Han Lin had any opinion on him, after all, Han Lin's position as the commander was taken from him, maybe he would be pushed to the end.

"Enough!" Han Lin said angrily, "Remember it for me in the future, you will do whatever I ask you to do, I will let you salute if you dare to do it, and your legs will be broken!" ”

"Yes." Qian Jiang agreed quickly, but he slandered in his heart: Hey, this eldest young master doesn't know how to torture our subordinates, General Han has always been wise, how could he let him be the commander.

Han Lin glanced at him and said, "I know what you're thinking, but I don't care, you just need to remember what I said." Okay, I'm leaving, eat well, rest well, have the strength to work in the afternoon, and gather at the martial arts field at the time of tomorrow, and be late at your own risk. ”

"Yes." Qian Jiang was really confused, so he could only answer mechanically.

For the next day or so, in addition to the necessary physiological needs, Han Lin either visited the Weihu's house or was on the way to visit, and slept in the camp at night. The two thousand households, although they are generally around the camp, but the farthest is several miles, and Han Lin is about to break his leg, but everything is worth it. Those guards, along with their families, all knew that Han Lin, the commander, was different from others, just ask, who would go to the homes of their subordinates without working tirelessly, and when they saw that they were particularly poor, they would give money to help others improve their lives? Even the so-called generals who love soldiers like sons may not be able to do it.

On the day of the gathering, Han Lin waited in the martial arts field with a dragon and a tiger, however, no one came until a quarter or two of the first quarter of an hour later, the first one was the former commander Qian Jiang, which made Han Lin feel that Han Duan's previous appointment was not unreasonable.

It had been less than a quarter of an hour since Chen Zheng, but on the huge martial arts field, which was equivalent to the size of four or five football fields in later generations, there were only a hundred people standing and even sitting, and Han Lin's face gradually became gloomy.

"Qianjiang!" Han Lin called Qian Jiang closer and asked, "Are all your soldiers just like this?" ”

"This..."Qian Jiang was also helpless, "It's the time to be busy with farming, and everyone doesn't have the habit of gathering, so... So..."

"I don't need any reason," Han Lin sneered, "I only know that there is only one way for these people to go to the battlefield, and that is death, and it is useless cannon fodder, do you understand what I mean?" ”

Qian Jiang also climbed up step by step, after being a soldier for twenty or thirty years, he knew what Han Lin meant after a little thought, and immediately found another commander and fellow Feng Li, and the two began to command the people who had already come to stand in line. It's a pity that the quality of these people is really poor, they stand crookedly, and they can't even line up in a straight line.

In fact, this is also a normal phenomenon, after all, these guards usually don't have much training, and the army at that time basically didn't practice the neatness of the queue.

Soon, Chen Zheng's time had arrived, Han Lin asked people to count the number of people, two thousand people only came, less than 1,400 people, Han Lin didn't speak, just stood straight on the newly built teaching platform in front of the martial arts field and looked at the soldiers below, they didn't dare to move.

After Chen Zheng came, Han Lin asked them to stand on the edge of the martial arts field.

When he arrived, Han Lin saw that the people were finally almost there, and first walked up to the six hundred people who were late, and asked loudly, "Tell me, why didn't you come to gather on time!" Looking at the submissive appearance of these people, Han Lin casually grabbed someone to the front, "You, tell everyone why they are late!" ”

"I, I'm ......" This person was not even a small flag, and he was speechless for a while.

"Humph! Go back," Han Lin looked at the six hundred people, "Now, run ten laps around the martial arts field for me, and five more laps if you don't finish it in three quarters of an hour." ”

Han Lin estimated that this lap was about 700 meters, ten laps were 7,000 meters, and three quarters of an hour was 45 minutes. Han Lin remembered that the standard of the modern People's Liberation Army for five kilometers without weights seemed to be about twenty-three minutes, but these people in front of him were probably far from being compared with the People's Liberation Army, and most of them practiced strength or something in ancient times, and rarely practiced endurance, so Han Lin was equivalent to directly letting a large part of them run fifteen laps.

Then, Han Lin turned around, walked around the queue step by step to the front, and smiled: "Are you tired?" ”

Some voices sounded in the team, but no one dared to stand up and answer, seeing this, Han Lin took Qian Jiang out alone, "You say, are you tired?" ”

"Go back to the commander, don't get tired!" Qian Jiang understood that everyone was dying of exhaustion, but he had to answer like this.

"Very good," Han Lin knew he would say this, "since everyone is not tired, let's continue to stand!" ”

Qian Jiang was blinded all of a sudden, and then he felt like a man's back, and the unkind eyes of more than a thousand people were not so easy to bear. Of course, these people did not want to continue standing, so more and more tired voices came out.

"This commander knows that you can't stand still, so who do you say hurt you?" Han Lin pointed to the people who were almost walking, "It's them, if it weren't for them, how could you be so hard!" "Han Lin skillfully transferred these people's dissatisfaction with himself to the latecomers, and due to the difference in status, this seemingly pediatric transfer was quite effective." Okay, let's rest in place. ”

The movement in the middle was naturally known to the people around them, and in the face of resentment that might come from their neighbors or even close friends, they secretly felt that they must not be late next time.

"Qianjiang!"

"The subordinates are here." Qian Jiang didn't know what Han Lin was going to do, so he stood up and stepped out of the queue tremblingly.

"Tell those who are running that the last ten people who finish will be punished with one bucket of rice, the last 100 to eleven people will be fined one bucket of rice, and the first five people to finish will be rewarded with one stone!" Han Linjian Qianjiang didn't move, and immediately scolded: "Don't do it yet!" ”

After Qian Jiang walked away, Feng Li hesitated for a while, stepped forward and said, "My lord, I'm afraid it's a little inappropriate for you to do this." Punishment for running is a punishment, even if you finish first, how can there be a reward, and there is enough rice for one stone, I'm afraid we, brothers who are on time, will not be willing! As he spoke, he glanced at the more than 1,000 people sitting behind him.

Han Lin glanced at Feng Li in surprise, he didn't expect him to have his own thoughts, which made Han Lin look up to him a little bit and smiled: "Don't worry, I have my own arrangements."

At this time, the grain output was still very low, and one acre of land might only be able to harvest about two stones of grain, and Han Lin gave a lot of rewards, and one stone was two hundreds, and one stone was five buckets, although there were many people punished, but everyone was not punished much.

A quarter of an hour later, Han Lin looked at the people sitting and said loudly: "Pay attention to me, this commander is now teaching you the first principle of being a soldier under me, you can be dissatisfied with or have doubts about my orders, but if you can't convince me to let me change the order, you must obey it absolutely, otherwise it will be dealt with by military law!" ”

Han Lin walked among them, "Thinking back then, when Emperor Taizu conquered the Ming Dynasty, our ancestors were so brave and able to fight well, but later the small Japanese country casually ran out of some thieves and became a disaster, which made the court anxious. Now, when the Ming Dynasty is in danger, I want to ask you, do you want to become an invincible teacher and leave your name in history, or will you be beaten to the ground, the corpses are in the wilderness, and your family is humiliated? ”

"Invincible Division!"

"Leave your name in history!"

Qian Jiang and Feng Li saw Han Lin looking at them and shouted first.

"Invincible Division!"

"Leave your name in history!"

……

The blood-boiling call resounded in the sky.