Under the three armies of Da Sima, there are battalions, and there are departments under the battalions, and there are teams under the subordinates, and the teams are platoons, and the platoons are troops. Pei should have numbered each platoon, which is not only convenient for identification and transfer, but also can be regarded as a priest by the way.

At first, there were no problems with the twenty-five platoons of the battalion, but later the size of the battalion gradually expanded, and the number of platoons skyrocketed, and the soldiers were a little unable to calculate - the education level of ordinary peasants in those days was so low that there were many illiterate people who might not even be able to count thirty!

Therefore, the battalion commanders first made their own opinions, and later Pei Gai also recognized, and set up a department between the battalion and the team, initially two left and right, and now most of them have increased to five front, middle, and left and right, and the serial number of the row is according to the department, at most no more than 30, which is convenient for the soldiers to remember.

Zhou Jin led only half of the battalion to defend Xia Yang, mainly from the front, center and left of the "Lifeng Left Battalion". After Yang Qing's inquiry, he learned that the small team of his new platoon commander originally belonged to three different platoons—plus he himself was four—and couldn't help but ask: "Are all the original platoon commanders dead...... Won't you be martyred? ”

The old man who had just replied shook his head and said, "Fortunately, only the platoon commander of my platoon was killed in battle, the platoon commander of the sixth platoon in the front was seriously injured, and the seventeenth platoon in the left part was ...... The platoon commander panicked and was beheaded by Sima on the order of the public. ”

Yang Qing swept his eyes, and saw several soldiers hanging their heads, with a look of shame on their faces—they must all be from the seventeenth row on the left.

I heard the old pawn ask: "Which row did the platoon commander originally lead?" ”

Yang Qing replied casually: "Fourteen rows on the left." ”

The old pawn frowned: "I heard that the fourteenth platoon on the left guarding the ferry is dead, how can you ......" raised his eyes to look at Yang Qing, and saw that he was injured in the back, he couldn't help grinning and laughing: "It turns out that the platoon commander escaped alone?" ”

Yang Qing was furious, and immediately jumped up and asked, "Do you think I am a cowardly fugitive?!" Then he defended: "I platoon guarded the ferry, but Hu Kou was powerful, and he had to report the military situation to the crossing base and Zhou Governor to know, so I escaped by luck...... Fight it out! If I am a deserter, how can Zhou Du and Sima tolerate it, I am afraid that the head will already be hanging above the high pole! ”

His last explanation was generally recognized, and the old man hurriedly smiled and arched his hand: "I just have a bad mouth, and people give me the nickname 'damn Zhang', and the platoon commander Hugh wants to meet me in general......"

Yang Qing scolded: "You deserve to die, and you must not commit the name of the Grand Governor!" ”

The old pawn suddenly saved, quickly raised his hand and slapped himself in the mouth, and said, "It's all the others screaming, I'...... If someone called like this again, the villain went up and gave him two mouths. The platoon commander said yes, can the name of the metropolitan governor also be violated? ”

While speaking, the food was cooked, and a young man served a bowl first, and came over to serve it to Yang Qing with both hands. Yang Qing took it and saw that it was a bowl of mixed rice of corn, sorghum and brown rice, and a pickled radish the thickness of a little finger was spread on it. As he lifted his chopsticks, he asked, "I've been stationed at the ferry for a long time, and I don't know if the food in this city is enough?" ”

The young man replied: "As far as the villain knows, most of the autumn grain has been put into the warehouse, and it should be enough...... The villain has just joined the army, and there is something unclear, so he just asked the platoon commander. ”

Yang Qing looked this person up and down at this time, and saw that although he was wearing short clothes and a soap towel covering his head, his complexion was very white, and his hands were calloused, not like a farmer, so he replied casually: "What's the matter?" ”

The young man smiled and said, "I know that there are troops and what there are in the army, but I don't understand why there is a platoon?" ”

Yang Qing rolled his eyes: "How do I know about the establishment of the Grand Governor?" Then he asked, "What is your origin?" ”

The other party hurriedly replied: "The villain is a servant of a large household in the city, because he knows a few words, he is responsible for accounting for entry and exit......"

The old soldier next to him interjected: "If you don't ask, I can't think of it, this word 'platoon' was only heard after joining the army, what is platoon?" Could it be the dialect of the hometown of the Metropolitan Governor Hedong? ”

Someone immediately raised his hand and said: "The villain's hometown is in Anyi, Hedong, not far from Wenxi, the ancestral hometown of the Dadu Governor, but because of the ravages of Hu Kou, he fled to Henan ......five years ago."

The young man said: "The villain has read the book for a few days, and he knows that this word is indeed there, not dialect slang......"

Yang Qing asked, "What's the solution?" ”

The other party replied: "The platoon has the meaning of crowding and rejection, such as 'rejection', 'exclusion' ......"

Yang Qing said that that's right-"I waited for the army, listened to the orders of the governor, and rejected the enemy, so I thought I would use this meaning." ”

"It doesn't seem to make sense either......

In fact, not only do they not understand, but even higher-level military officials and even generals can't understand what this "platoon" means? In the Jin army, the original battalion was a team, and the team was a team, but since Pei Gai had clarified the five-five system, he said in his heart that if the five-five army was one, it was not ten people, how awkward was it? Simply, it's called a row.

He just threw out a "platoon", and he was worried that the soldiers would not be easy to understand, so he did not change the company into a squad and the team into a company......

Tired, hungry and thirsty, when they saw that the meal was ready, they immediately rushed up, like a whirlwind, and instantly ate a pot of mixed rice and half a bowl of pickled vegetables, and there was no grain of rice left. Yang Qing ate a little slower, and wanted to add more, but the young man from a big account office spread his hands and said no-"Or put two spoonfuls of water in the pot and cook a bowl of soup for the platoon leader?" ”

Yang Qing looked at the bottom of the pot, and couldn't help frowning and waving his hand - forget it, there is no salt, no oil, this soup can be bathed, how can I eat it?

- Actually, Na Qingzhuang is right, in these years, all hot water can be called "soup", so there are both soup soup, tea soup, and bath soup......

At this moment, he suddenly saw a soldier holding a wooden slip in his hand and a small pen in his ear, and when he arrived in front of him, he asked, "Have you finished eating?" Which row is it? ”

Yang Qing hurriedly raised his right hand and raised his voice: "We are the fourteenth platoon on the left, and the villain is the platoon leader!" ”

The military official nodded, took the pen from his ear, spit out the tip of his tongue and licked it, first sketched a few strokes on the wooden slip, and then said: "The smoke in the Hu camp is gradually subsiding, and the evening food is about to end, but Zhou Governor thinks that they will attack the city before it gets dark - you and others will go to the city as soon as possible to guard the sixth section of the city from the west." ”

The city wall in the south of Xiayang City is not flat, the west side is slightly forward, the east side is slightly retracted, the length is about two and a half miles, one mile is three hundred steps, and the total length is more than seven hundred steps. So Zhou Jin divided the city into 23 sections in the east and west, about 20 steps and a section, and stationed them in rows.

Yang Qingya was reluctant to go into battle, but since he had been personally brought out of the wounded soldiers' recuperation place by the battalion Sima and assigned a pawn, it was impossible to retreat. He had to put on his clothes and armor, drink the soldiers in a whole row, and then line up to the city wall, and soon found the responsibility section of his own platoon, replacing the platoon where he was stationed.

Twenty paces was nearly thirty meters from hereafter, and a row of twenty-five men—his makeshift platoon was twenty-seven—enough to hold hands and stand in a line along the battlement. Of course, the guards could not be so sparse and thin, and there were many soldiers sitting in circles behind them, ready to respond and replace them at any time.

Yang Qing had just probed the city wall with his hand, when he heard the sound of the flute in the Hu camp, his body trembled slightly, and he said in his heart: "I was really guessed by Zhou Du, Hu Kou will still attack!" Looking up at the sky, it was dim, but the dark red sun had not yet set, and I couldn't help but hate: "It's annoying, I attacked all day, and I refused to withdraw my troops at dusk, so I used the evening eclipse to attack again, and this Hu general is also diligent!" ”

As soon as he turned back, the city also beat drums, warning the soldiers to take their positions and prepare to meet the enemy. Only then did Yang Qing remember and ask, "Who are the Wu Chiefs?" ”

Several of the captains—including the old man nicknamed "Damn Zhang"—raised their hands in response. Yang Qing put the four troops on the side of the city wall, and led the army led by the old soldier, slightly two steps behind, so that it was convenient to command and respond at any time.

Yang Qing looked from afar, only to see countless Hu soldiers out of the camp in a row, and then under the protection of the cavalry on both wings, slowly came towards the city wall. After moving forward for dozens of steps, they had already stepped into the range of the bow and arrow in the city, so as soon as the drum sounded, the soldiers drew their bows and mounted their feather arrows.

The archers originally accounted for thirty percent of the garrison, but in order to protect the city, Zhou Jin moved out all the bows and arrows in the treasury, and those who could shoot arrows were given a bow - anyway, Xia Yang was adjacent to the enemy territory, and sooner or later he would encounter the enemy, and the preparations in advance were very sufficient, and the materials were quite abundant.

Only then did Yang Qing remember that he could also shoot arrows, but he didn't have a bow in his hand...... He snatched the bow from the old man next to him. The old pawn snorted and said: "This is just issued, and the enemy still needs to return the ...... after retreating" Yang Qing pouted: "Return you when you are young, what is the hurry." ”

A drum and fifteen mallets, the soldiers all followed the drum in their hearts silently, waiting for the last hammer to strike, immediately loosen their fingers and gallop the strings, and a rain of arrows went straight to the Hu array. Yang Qing looked at it from afar, and saw that most of the arrows were scattered and drifted with the wind, and they were not walking in a normal arc, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart - this archery technique is not something that can be practiced in a day or two, if it is an archer selection and test, it is estimated that nearly sixty percent of them are unqualified.

If each phalanx of hundreds of people in the Hu army is compared to a complete person, then this round of feather arrows is like a group of ...... No, it's just a few small flying insects, and people don't hesitate to wave their hands to drive them away, anyway, even if they are bitten, it's just a little itchy - there are very few Hu soldiers who are hit by arrows, and even fewer who fall by arrows.

Yang Qing thought about it, I am the platoon commander, I can stand behind me, and I don't need to stand in front of the moat, is it inevitable to hold the bow? If you wait for Hu Kou to climb the top of the city, the distance between the two sides is within ten paces, and you won't rush to draw your bow...... So he shoved the bow back into the old man's hand. The old pawn pretended to smile, his expression was not very friendly, Yang Qing immediately ordered with a cold face: "You go to the front of the trench with a bow, and come to me with a different one who can't shoot!" ”

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