Making a last minute effort. This sentence is the best portrayal of Dongjiang Town.

Yuan Chonghuan is coming, for the sake of the face of his own handsome, the 15,000 town soldiers on Phi Island are being made a fuss, except for patrolling the open sea, defending Tieshan, and Lushun, all of them have been pulled out for drills, and they are about to catch up with military training every day, so that the Ming army, which is used to being casual on weekdays, complains bitterly.

Mao Jue's fishing fortune had to come to an end temporarily, and as President Qian, he must also devote himself to phalanx training.

On the playground of the West Daying, smoke and dust were billowing and people were boiling.

"Lift! Put! Raise! Put, forward, stop! ”

With that set of thousands of cotton armor, Mao Jue's voice was a little smoky, he knew how the Ming army was defeated in a series of battle formations such as Salhu, Shenyang, Liaoyang, Tieling, etc., Jiannu Youma itself occupied the advantage of mobility, and the Ming army could only rely on the formation and firearms to resist, but this formation!

When Mao Jue was in military training, their instructor was angry and scolded, shouting that there was no more casual than these college students, Mao Jue now realized his mood, a bunch of fools are not aligned with their left and right feet, so that the spear is sparsely scattered and full of half a beat, so that the forward two steps are not clear, the one, two, three rows have been indistinguishable, this is the fifth day of the training, there is no growth at all, in Mao Jue's angry shouting, walked less than ten meters, six hundred households composed of the phalanx walked hard, became a wild boar head shape, The angry Mao Jue also simply shouted and stopped.

"Are you pigs? Don't you look left and right in the aisle? What are you walking? ”

"Go back to Qianhu Master, won't you rush forward when you fight? What are you looking at? ”

Mao Jue was so angry that he was about to breathe fire, but there was one who was not afraid of things, facing his small flag, a man with a strong physique, who looked like a giant beast, shouted angrily with a sword and shield urn, and a group of two people next to him nodded and agreed.

"Yes, Master Qian!"

"Just fight hard, what are you doing left and right?"

The corners of his mouth twitched violently to the side, Mao Jue's appearance was as if he had had a stroke, not to look down on the peasants, in the words of Grandpa Mao, the strategic thinking of these bastards is still at the same level as Li Zicheng's peasant uprising, there is no concept of organization and discipline, it is all based on brute courage, too loose!

The cheeks were about to explode, and they were like thunder, Mao Jue wanted to reason with this group of soldiers, but this kung fu, the gong under the command of Mao Youde, who was the general of the general post on the stage, was beaten, and the thirteen thousand households that were barely tied to the camp just now were all scattered, and a group of soldiers and ruffians lazily hid under the shade of the trees, some flashed their hats, some untied their armor, threw weapons and sundries to the ground, and lay on their backs like dead people.

Just now Mao Jue was about to take out the knife and the few soldiers and ruffians were also hiding far away, and even laughed recklessly on the side, these people were under the command of Li Yaowu Baihu, and for a while Mao Jue had no choice but to throw his sleeves to the side with his sleeves full of anger, and picked up a jar of water and poured it with his head high, the cold well water could be regarded as making his dizzy mind a little sober.

"Young Master, wipe your face!"

At this time, a towel reached Mao Jue's side, and as soon as he reached out to take it, Mao Jue's face changed immediately, and he dragged Wen Meng aside in annoyance.

"It's not for you to stare at the other side of the docks, you're running here to your ass!"

"Young master, it's just a group of van soldiers who follow the leader, the food has been unloaded in the past few days, tomorrow, they will get out, I really haven't seen any of the spies you said young master, besides, the small one has let the fox eyes stare there, you can rest assured, the flies can't fly out."

"Say it again!"

Tilting his head to those soldiers who were staggering and not in shape, Wen Mengma's face showed a strong ruthlessness, and he said gloomily.

"These bastards are bullying you, young master, these bastards know too well, give them three points of color to open the owner of the dyeing workshop, young master, you are still too, too merciful, treat them, you have to be fucking ruthless."

"You need a foil too, don't you?"

Thumbs to the chest, looking at this guy softly gestured to the side, there is not only Mao Jue on the playground, but other thousands of adults this rest, the fan who came up to fan the fan, the umbrella who played the umbrella, Mao Jue who watched this scene couldn't help but nod thoughtfully.

The whistle blew suddenly, and more than a dozen pro-soldiers carried it one by one, driving the soldiers under the command of Qianhu to the playground again, and several hundred households such as Da Dahai, Li Yaowu, Shen Rong, and Zhang Mengfu also came over with a stomach full of complaints.

"Master Qian, the time for this repair has not yet arrived, and the general has not yet given the order, are you here?"

"If you want to come, you can come, if you don't come, you can leave!"

With a gloomy face, Mao Jue waved his hand unceremoniously. Stunned glanced at each other, Li Yaowu and Zhang Mengfu simply lazily turned their heads and left, and the soldiers under their hands saw this, and they also turned their heads and left, at this time, Da Dahai did not dare to offend Mao Jue, and shouted a few times, and more than 290 people from his first three hundred households reluctantly re-stood in the line.

After hesitating for a while, he saw that Mao Jue's personal soldiers were all in the formation with swords and shields, Shen Rong finally shook his head, and the soldiers under his command were also depressed and had to stand in the queue.

But this time, Mao Jue didn't order the formation drill again, but let everyone just stand like this.

Although it was late spring, the sun was scorching enough at noon, the sun was shaking, holding the weapon and not moving, these soldiers soon found that this was even more grinding than drills. Soon someone couldn't help but scratch their heads, but with this small action, a leather whip behind his back was slammed down, and a big kick kicked the soldier out of the array, pointing to the open space next to him, Mao Jue roared gloomily.

"Hands on the ground, up and down, a hundred push-ups! Get out! ”

The two soldiers dragged the unlucky ghost on the shoulders and pressed him to the ground, taught him to do three first, and then carried the whip there to supervise, a little slower, that is, a whip passed, so five minutes down, a hundred push-ups in a row, the rather thin soldier was already tired and out of breath, but he didn't have a chance to breathe, this man was dragged back into the queue, and he was ordered to continue standing.

This is Mao Jue's most bitter and hateful standing posture during military training that year, for two hours, he had to stand motionless with his chest up, his feet were swollen after this set, even the boys had to buy the little girl's sanitary napkins to put in their shoes.

But this is also the most exercise of willpower and obedience! The famous Qi family army once had such a story, when Qi Jiguang was just transferred to the governor of Jiliao, he ordered a military parade, but the sky suddenly rained heavily, and almost all the border troops ran to avoid the rain, only Qi Jiguang brought three thousand Qi family troops from Yiwu stood still.

It was this kind of iron army that created a record of more than 3,000 soldiers and horses defeating a total of 200,000 enemy troops in the two relatively peaceful eras of Jiajing and Longqing.

Mao Jue stared at them with his hands behind his back, and Wen Meng patrolled back and forth with eight pro-soldiers, looking at the whip blood mark on the back of the unlucky ghost, more than four hundred soldiers, including Xiaoqi, the general flag was all atmospheric and did not dare to breathe.

The time for the resumption of the exercise in the afternoon was about two o'clock, listening to the sound of the drum, more than 5,000 soldiers of the West Battalion once again reluctantly flocked to the playground, and watched the excitement at noon.

Seeing that the rest of the thousand households began to walk in formation, the soldiers of the four hundred households found out for the first time that this queue was also a happy thing, and they all looked at Mao Jue with tense faces that did not dare to move.

But this time, Mao Jue came up with a new trick.

"Lao Tzu shouts one, you will step on the left leg, shout two to step on the right leg, the pace must be the same! Those who dare to step around, cross the same row forward or to the latter, whip five, push-ups two hundred! Do you fucking understand? ”

"Got it!"

In the weak response, Mao Jue hoarsely screamed loudly.

"Let's go! One! Two! One! ”

For the era when Mao Jue came, there was no longer a need for large-scale charges and battles, but the queue was still the top priority in the three months of recruit training, because this kind of training emphasized the whole and discipline.

However, this classic exercise of the West in later generations, for the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, it still seems too fresh, just starting, there are soldiers who take the wrong step, nervous but will not go, the front is chaotic, the spear is crooked, and some people simply lie on the ground.

It's Li, Zhang and the two hundred households lined up extremely neatly this time, looking at the side, these bastards were laughing there.

This time, Mao Jue was not annoyed, he was really a good man, and he didn't need to open his mouth, Wen Meng had already led his own soldiers and hunting dogs to kick out the array of more than 20 soldiers who had just made a mistake one by one.

"When the general's military order is child's play, isn't it?"

Carrying a leather whip behind his back, Mao Jue snorted coldly with full momentum, looking at the whip shaking in his hand, these fishermen and soldiers from three families and hundreds of households were weak one by one, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, one of the extremely black guys raised his hand in the front, sadly distinguishing.

"Master Qian's life, the small, the small one really doesn't know the left and the right!"

Left and right?

Mao Jue was really stunned when he heard this, but then he couldn't help but laugh out loud, but just when these unlucky ghosts breathed a sigh of relief, his whip had already been slammed down, and in the crackling whip and screams, these guys were holding their left arms one by one and staggering in pain.

"It's left! The side of the meal is on the right, and now, give Lao Tzu two hundred push-ups with his right hand, this time Lao Tzu will see who is still on the left and right? ”

This year is really not the era of democracy and equality, in Mao Jue's roar, the phalanx watched as more than twenty unlucky ghosts finished two hundred push-ups with one hand, and then returned to the queue with weak hands.

No one expected that Mao Jue, who seemed to be approachable for several days, would be so cruel and terrifying.

"Walk in unison, one-two-one!"

Again, Mao Jue's hoarse voice shouted, this time, the military formation was unprecedentedly neat, and everyone was cautiously following the order to step on their left and right feet, holding their weapons forward.

Although it still can't catch up with the neat and uniform and extremely shocking queue of the military parade in later generations, it is still almost to the level of the college student queue during military training, in Mao Jue's roar, other teams have to rearrange every ten steps, but these four hundred households went hand in hand from one end of the playground to the other, leaving Li and Zhang far behind.

Seeing this scene, Li Yaowu and Zhang Mengfu couldn't help but rub their eyes in surprise.

The afternoon training lasted until about half past four, when the sky began to darken, and there were not such good lighting conditions in those years, so Mao Youde's gong sounded again and the team was disbanded.

But this time, the soldiers of the thirteen thousand households with multiple footprints on their buttocks or multiple blood paths on their backs no longer dared to be as casual as they had been a few days ago, and they all waited for Mao Jue's order tremblingly, until Mao Jue nodded and ordered to disband, and they did not dare to disperse.

This day is really a lot harder than the other thousand households, I don't know how many beatings, four hundred households are in Zhang Li two hundred households ridiculed and ridiculed, full of complaints back to the barracks, but before it dispersed, a strong fragrance plus a little fishy smell is coming, in the yard, more than ten sheep have been slaughtered and bones are left, thousands of households get in the kitchen, the smell of stewed mutton hooked everyone's stomach worms are about to crawl out.

"Look at it, this is Mr. Qian's reward, listen to Mr. Qian's words, there is meat to eat every day!"

There was a long queue in front of the kitchen, and while the soldiers were filling the bowls with large pieces of mutton, eggs, and raw rice, the huge sea was still shouting loudly.

In this cooking team, a soldier who looked like a giant beast was directly sandwiched out by two personal soldiers, fell to the side, jumped up in anger, and the soldier shouted and cursed rudely.

"Damn you, why don't you let me beat me?"

"Those who listen to orders will be rewarded, and those who don't stop ordering will get out!"

This bull's eyes widened, and he really looked like he was going to do it if he didn't agree with him, but how many years of veteran oil, the dead man had been bathed in blood, where could Wen Meng be afraid of him, the knife was directly half out of the sheath, full of murderous and gloomy shouts, looking at the murderous blade, and then looking at the unkind eyes of dozens of soldiers from four hundred households who were tired all afternoon, this giant beast finally had to retreat to the side of the hundred households in Zhang Meng's mansion, holding a cold steamed bun full of sand bran, looking at the thick porridge in the bowl, and throwing it aside with a curse.

The other two hundred households, who had laughed all afternoon, suddenly found that they couldn't laugh.