Song excitedly took over the brand-new clothes, and his hands trembled uncontrollably, as if he was holding a precious porcelain, which would be damaged if he was not careful.

The clothes are the style of this era, Yang Hao didn't bother to wear anything, as long as it is clothes, it can be worn for him, as for modern or ancient times, there is no difference to him at all.

This is the benefit of being a pragmatist, there is no need to dwell on some details, Yang Hao believes that this is his own advantage.

The soldiers eagerly took off their tattered hides and excitedly put on new clothes, like children who had been given new toys.

For a while, the entire barracks was full of naked men with bare butts, and the scene was very spicy for a while.

"Loose? Look, I don't look like a nobleman in this dress! ”

After the black skin changed into new clothes, he looked left and right, grinned and smirked, looked at others from time to time, and looked at himself, imitating the movements of the nobles, and said excitedly.

Song gently stroked the rough fabric on his body, and said with a smile: "Like!" ”

At this time, Qu shouted: "Assemble!" ”

The recruits were all immersed in excitement at this time, and they didn't pay attention to Qu's orders at all.

Seeing this, Qu was immediately furious, and shouted: "Those who don't want to die should gather immediately!" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone's hearts suddenly froze, Yang Hao's warning came to mind, and they didn't care about the smelly beauty, and lined up in a mess amid the kicking, shouting, and scolding of their respective chiefs.

Qu was stunned and said: "Today is the first day, I can let you go once, and in the next time, the military regulations that the leader said, maybe a certain one will be used." ”

Seeing that these recruits looked frightened, Qu's anger decreased slightly, and he said coldly:

"Squad leaders, take your people to dinner, after noon, Mingjin will gather, and those who don't arrive will be dealt with by military law."

After saying that, he turned around and left with his short sword.

Hearing that he could eat, everyone was naturally extremely happy in their hearts, and Song followed the team in one direction, from morning to now, he had not eaten a grain of rice, and his stomach had already growled.

"I don't know what the army eats, if it's a vegetable dumpling, I hope I can put more rice."

Song thought secretly.

Since it is a military camp, it is natural that there must be a place to eat collectively.

Yang Hao did not have the luxury of building a canteen, the place to eat was in a corner of the barracks, a few large clay pots, steaming, and a few elderly prisoners of war were busy there.

The smell of food in the air made Song's stomach more and more hungry, and he felt that if he didn't eat again, he would starve to death.

Swallowing his saliva, he looked at the people lining up in front of him to receive food, and his heart was very anxious.

Not only Song, but all the people in the back of the line stretched their necks and looked ahead, worried that by the time it was their turn, the food would be gone.

The scene was a little chaotic, and there were faint signs of scramble.

Seeing this, the officer in charge of maintaining order immediately ordered the soldiers to carry sticks and drag out those who cut into the queue to be beaten badly, and then dragged to the back of the line.

For a while, the screams came and went, and the rest of the people saw this, and their faces turned pale with fright.

The effect of the violence was immediate, and the recruits suddenly became honest, even if they were anxious, they could only line up honestly.

After about ten minutes, it was finally Song's turn.

Looking at the hot rice porridge in the pot, the loose saliva was about to flow out.

He thought he was lucky to be able to eat black vegetable dumplings, but he didn't expect to eat rice porridge.

He didn't remember the last time he ate rice, wiped his saliva, took the pottery bowl in a panic, and watched the person who served the porridge tremblingly put the food into his bowl.

With a large bowl full of porridge, Song came to a cool place, squatted on the ground, and didn't care about using the two wooden sticks that he didn't know how to use, and directly took a big sip of the porridge.

The hot food, his face changed wildly, and he spit out all the food he drank into the bowl at once, and he didn't taste anything except for the hot food.

The veterans laughed at the embarrassed appearance of the recruits.

The laughter of the veterans made Song feel a little embarrassed, and he looked at the way the veterans were eating, clumsily holding the two wooden sticks, and slowly and leisurely sending the food into his mouth.

The porridge with salted fish, wild vegetables and fat is very strong, Yang Hao has eaten this kind of porridge, the taste is not very good, there is a strange smell, if it is placed in modern times, maybe it can only be fed to pigs.

But for the pine people, this is the most delicious food they have ever tasted, it is moderately salty, rich in flavor, and it is simply delicious.

The delicious food made the recruits have a great appetite, although it was a little hot, but it stopped them from eating at all, and a large bowl of porridge was quickly eaten.

Heipi sat next to Song, touched his belly, and said with a comfortable face: "It's so delicious!" ”

Song nodded: "Yes! It's delicious! ”

"If you can eat this every day, it's worth dying."

Heipi sighed.

After lunch, half an hour passed tightly, and there was a rapid knocking sound.

Brook shouted, "Get up, assemble!" Hurry up! ”

Reluctantly, the recruits got up from the ground and ran towards the center of the school yard with their respective captains.

Yang Hao had already returned to the tribe at this time, and he would not participate too much in the training of recruits, and he believed that Shuo Xiang and a few people would be able to cope with the basic queue exercises.

Although most of the Daqi tribe's troops have moved to the barracks, for the sake of the tribe and their own safety, there is still a soldier who is stationed in the tribe as Yang Hao's personal soldiers.

At night, there is a cool breeze and a full moon hangs in the sky.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, Yang Hao estimated that this season was almost Mid-Autumn Festival, and he didn't know if Hou Yi had shot the sun or Chan'e had run to the moon.

If I'm not mistaken, these two people are also from this era, and I don't know if they will have the opportunity to meet.

Myths and legends are myths after all, they can't be taken seriously, if there is really such a character, it should also be the leader of a certain tribe!

After all, the person who can use the latter title should have a very noble status, Yang Hao thought indiscriminately.

Now the millet under the mountain is about to be harvested, and the golden ears of grain prove that this year should be a good harvest year.

The consumption of materials to feed an army that is out of production is extremely huge, and even with the replenishment of these grains, he does not know how long it will last.

However, if you want to quickly narrow the gap in strength with those profound clans, a professional army is an imperative step, and make up for the lack of quantity with quality, only in this way can you barely ensure that the tribe will not be defeated all at once.

"As long as we survive this winter, we have to do something next year."

The moonlight shone on Yang Hao's face, making him look a little hideous.

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