On the undulating playground at the base of Songlin Mountain, the cheers were higher and higher.

Chen Youfu was holding a bamboo stick wrapped in cotton cloth and cotton, lunging at the tiger's waist, and protecting the caravan's standard assassination posture, facing Feng Ruhu, who was holding a wooden knife.

The first time they met, the first time they met, both sides were patient and tested each other's paths.

After a long confrontation, Chen Youfu finally launched in the wave of cheering. He kicked lightly with his right leg, and with a slight force with his right hand, the bamboo stick was quickly handed forward.

Feng Ruhu's eyes were staring at the head of the gun. As soon as the bamboo stick moved, he did not retreat but advanced, picking the knife with both hands, and the blade was upward. The bamboo stick just reached the chest, snap! The wooden knife swung from the bottom to the top, just in time for the head of the spear that was gaining momentum. Seeing Chen Youfu's door wide open, Feng Ruhu was immediately overjoyed. He threw his leg and stepped forward, rushed up with the knife, his body jumped like a tiger, and with a loud shout, the wooden knife drew a beautiful large arc, and the blade flipped straight down from the apex, slashing diagonally at Chen Youfu's left shoulder.

Wow! The officers and soldiers watching the battle on the playground could not help but exclaim. With Feng Ruhu's momentum, even if a fluttering wooden knife is slashed on the shoulder, I am afraid that Chen Youfu will hurt his muscles and bones!

But Chen Youfu did not panic at all. I saw that he neither collected the gun nor retreated, but used the sole of his left foot as a support, and the sole of his right foot suddenly supported the ground, striding forward like a meteor lightning, following the swing of the bamboo stick, twisting his waist with force, and stabbing the tail end of the bamboo stick towards the comer.

Chen Youfu's movements are done in one go, which shows that he is usually proficient. The spear is a long soldier, which is good for long-range assassination and piercing through portals; The knife is a short soldier, which is good for hand-to-hand combat at close range, sweeping the world. Therefore, if the spearman encounters the knife and axe man and slashes at close range, it is sure to be defeated. But Chen Youfu was not holding an official-military standard zhangyu spear, but a short spear that was only five and a half feet. Therefore, as soon as the gun is old, he immediately meets the enemy with the tail of the gun.

This trick surprised Feng Ruhu. He had the heart to put away the knife, but both of them were rushing forward, and the distance was already face to face. The round wooden knife injected all his strength, and now he can't take it back at all!

Bang! The butt of the bamboo stick knocked on Feng Ruhu's heart armor. Although it was just a bamboo stick, Feng Ruhu's chest still felt a trace of impact.

"You've lost!" Song Zhensi, who temporarily acted as a notary, walked up, "Those who touch their clothes and armor with knives and guns will lose!" ”

"Lao Tzu admits gambling and loses!" Feng Ruhu spewed rough air in his mouth, but his face was unconvinced: "But he hit my breastplate with a bamboo stick butt, that is the way to die in the battle array!" One move can't be fatal, Lao Tzu's backhand is another knife! ”

"The bamboo stick is just a demonstration of martial arts, and it is a ten-pound gun on the battle array!" Song Zhensi patted Feng Ruhu and said: "Chen Youfu lured the enemy with false moves, and with the help of strength, can you still stand firm after being beaten?" Besides, people are blessed to beat your breastplate with a gun, which has already given you face! You have a bearded face with a big helmet, and people don't know how to hammer it up? ”

"Okay, Lao Tzu confesses today!" Feng Ruhu's gambling is good, and he admits that he is not bad, "Where is that military posture?" ”

"Where you lose, you stand." Song Zhensi said, "Blessed is to demonstrate to the tiger!" ”

"Yes!" Chen Youfu is clean and neat.

"Ge Laozi!" Feng Ruhu muttered, threw the wooden knife, and stood beside Chen Youfu with his chest and belly protruding. A good deed man stepped forward and handed him three stones. Put two pieces on your shoulders and one between your legs.

"Feng Ruhu roared in the quartermaster hall, violated the military discipline of the base, and punished the military posture with a stick of incense! Chen Youfu privately invited him to compete, violated the military discipline of the base, and also punished him for standing in a military posture with a stick of incense! Song Zhensi loudly announced to the soldiers watching the excitement, "According to the old rules of our caravan, the stone fell and the punishment will be re-punished!" ”

"Good!" There was thunder of shouting on the playground. According to sociological principles, there are always more people who watch the excitement and pick up bargains than the parties concerned.

"Three stones, if you drop one of them, you have to start again!" Song Zhensi announced again.

"It's just a stick of incense! Lao Tzu JB can hold it, but he can't hold a stone? Feng Ruhu said disdainfully.

"Wait and see! Tiger, you haven't played the new tricks of the prince yet! Song Zhensi's serious face finally oozed a smile, "Luo Jianjun, please supervise." Take advantage of the tiger's military posture and tell him about the military discipline of our caravan! ”

Poop! Poop! Poop! In the distance, gongs rang out, and the sound echoed through the valley on all sides.

"It's time for dinner!" Watch the lively sergeants disperse in a hurry.

"All units assemble!" Liu Lianpeng, the star officer, shouted loudly, "Add meat tonight!" Gather first, scoop first! After all units have eaten, they will go to the river to take a bath in the formation! The prince of the world gave out soap, and everyone wiped the dirt off their bodies! ”

A stick of incense burns slowly, at least two moments. Needless to explain, Feng Ruhu must be tragic. He thought that the military posture was simply standing upright and straight, and that everyone could do it, but he didn't know that standing in the military posture, a basic training subject that the PLA recruits hated, could not be persisted in a quarter of an hour without a practical grasp of the essentials of the movements, and without a tenacious will and perseverance as a guarantee. In his previous life, Zhu Pingjin knew nothing about being a soldier and fighting, but like thousands of his peers, he participated in university military training and stood in a military posture on the hot playground, leaving behind an unbearable past. Therefore, when the caravan was created in Mengdingshan, Zhu Pingjin began to introduce this subject. It is precisely because of the supreme leader's incomparable preference for this subject that the officers of the caravan often distinguish themselves from the other armies of the Ming Dynasty by showing their straight and upright military posture.

Recruits go to the company, and veterans celebrate the New Year. The tragedy of the recruit mainly comes from his unfamiliarity with the rules of the army; And Feng Ruhu's tragedy stemmed from his inner dissatisfaction with the caravan.

This time, he came to the caravan with Yin Jialin for training, and Feng Ruhu also brought his two brothers Rubao and Rubiao. The three brothers are generally tall and sturdy, and they have always been a tyrant in the village. They set off this morning, rode over dozens of miles, and when they arrived at the foot of Songlin Mountain, Feng Ruhu's lame horse could no longer hold on, and he couldn't get up with a long neigh. More than ten generations have been fighting together, and the other officers of the left guard still don't know the domineering and greedy virtues of the three brothers? So they all slapped their horses and whipped up, accelerated forward, and left the three Feng brothers in the pine forest. The three of them walked awkwardly all the way, and when they came to the wooden fence set up by the caravan, they spent a lot of effort explaining to the guards, but it was only a deputy company commander of the fourth company who was originally from the left guard who recognized them, and the three brothers entered the gate.

When Feng Ruhu was eating at Yin Jialin's house, he heard that he, as the hereditary deputy Qianhu of the left guard, might enjoy the treatment of deputy regimental level. With this treatment, he received his clothes, armor, weapons, and war horses in the barracks for food and use. So Feng Ruhu told his two brothers to find a house to settle down, and he inquired about the place where the soldiers were supplied, and then went over to get the horses.

When he came to the quartermaster's office, Feng Ruhu had not yet entered the door, and he first heard the neighing of horses behind the house. He hurriedly turned around and saw that there was a horse pen not far behind the house, in which more than a dozen war horses were raised. There was a large black stallion with a shiny coat, a thick neck, and erect ears. When Feng Ruhu saw it, he was immediately overjoyed. He still knew that he had to go through the formalities to get something, so he didn't say that I wanted this horse. He ran to the wooden house of the quartermaster's office, and saw a middle-aged scholar writing and drawing on a simple table, so he reported himself to his house and asked for a horse.

Unexpectedly, Feng Ruhu immediately touched a soft nail. The scholar's attitude was kind, he first asked Feng Ruhu to calm down for a while, and then found a book on the table to look through. It was easy to find Feng Ruhu's name, but he said to Feng Ruhu: I'm sorry, you can't get this horse.

Feng Ruhu lost his temper, and he was anxious at that time, and asked why he couldn't get it.

The scholar said that the caravan guard stipulated that only officers above the battalion level could receive horses; Officers or soldiers below the battalion level who need to receive horses for a long period of time for their duties must be signed by a regimental officer unless there is an order from a higher rank.

Feng Ruhu said, yes, I am a deputy thousand households, enjoying the treatment of deputy regimental level, and I am eligible to receive it.

The scholar is not in a hurry, it is true that Dao Feng Deputy Qianhu enjoys the treatment of the deputy group, but he does not have any current position. In his military booklet, in the column of Deputy Feng Qianhu's current position, he filled in "Scholarly Soldiers". In other words, in the Songlin Mountain Barracks, he Feng Ruhu is just an ordinary soldier, or a trainee soldier. He eats what the soldier eats, and he sleeps wherever the soldier sleeps. Of course, the scholar also explained that if Deputy Feng Qianhu successfully passed the intensive training and assumed the position of an officer above the battalion level given by the prince, then he could receive horses and other military supplies according to his position.

After the scholar explained, Feng Ruhu easily understood. It turned out that the caravan was the same as the left guard, and the officers were also divided into two categories: the officer and the officer. He was on the left side of the guard, and he was guarding the main gate of the palace; ran to the caravan guard, but was reduced to a soldier, and he was also a trainee!

Feng Ruhu was unhappy in his heart, so he inevitably forgot Yin Jialin's warning, opened his mouth and said a few words in front of the quartermaster scholar What is the great thing about the caravan, Lao Tzu still fights ten and so on, and then he was heard by Chen Youfu, who came in to collect armor for the soldiers.

Chen Youfu was born in Caobiao, and his affection for the caravan was absolutely unimaginable. The words of the two conflicted, and Feng Ruhu had always been quite conceited about his martial arts, so he proposed a heads-up to Chen Youfu. When Chen Youfu heard this, he thought it was exactly what I wanted. As a soldier for half a year, he killed a few bandits and rebels, but he had not yet fought with the regular officers of the imperial court, and he heard that there were many rebellious officers and soldiers among the local rioters, and he and the soldiers did not know what the combat effectiveness was. So Chen Youfu readily agreed to Feng Ruhu's request, and this is the scene just now.

At night, the playground was deserted.

Feng Ruhu stood in a military posture, and the three pillars of incense did not pass, and finally fainted in front of Luo Jingyun, and was carried into the infirmary of the base by the soldiers.

Outside the humble festival hall made of pine wood, Song Zhensi and Yin Jialin sat side by side on a long bench. Yin Jialin looked at the dark night ahead and was silent.

After a long time, Song Zhensi finally broke the silence: "Brother Yin, you can come this time, the younger brother is finally relieved." Mr. He carried a letter for my brother. My brother said that you are here, and he brought many officers of the left guard, and the left guard finally did not rot to the roots. ”

"What did your brother say?"

Song Zhensi was silent and said, "What the prince said." ”

"What about the rest of the officers and soldiers? They are still soldiers of the royal palace, this title is passed down by the ancestors, and the prince will never take it away. You must know that although the left guard has run away with some people over the years, there are still more than 20,000 left. These people are related to each other, and they all break bones and tendons! ”

"Brother Yin doesn't have to worry too much. The son of the world is benevolent and will always give them a way out. Shizi said that many of the soldiers of the left guard, who had no houses on the top and no places to stand on the bottom, tossed and sold for food, and their poverty was worse than that of the people, and they were as desolate as beggars along the streets. On the other hand, some of the officers have beautiful houses and good fields, and some drunken women, and the servants are like slaves, and they know nothing about the battle array......"

Yin Jialin suddenly grabbed Song Zhensi's arm.

"Since you still call me eldest brother, then eldest brother will ask you the truth. Tonight, all the officers and soldiers went to participate in the study, but you called me here, what do you want to say? ”

"Brother Yin is kind to my brother, and our brother is unforgettable." Song Zhensi thought about it and decided to tell the truth. I said it tonight, and if I report to the prince tomorrow, it will not be considered a bully.

"Wang Zhuang has already paid rent for fifty-five years, and the land of the county king's family has also been taken under the control of the Shu Wangfu. Have you heard of these Brother Yin? ”

Yin Jialin looked at Song Zhensi and nodded.

"The only thing in the palace that hasn't moved, only the left guard is left! Those pro-soldiers who occupy the military land and refuse to contribute to the son of the world, don't do it. Our brothers are in the Qin army, and we have long been accustomed to seeing those rotten guards. The soldiers who were replenished by the guards were only worthy of being inferior coolies in the battalion. Brother Yin has never been involved with Liu Qianzhong and other anti-thieves, and his diligence is obvious to all. Saving the poor and helping the poor, not treating family property, is even more deeply loved by the soldiers of Weizhong. The prince rectified the left guard, and hoped that Brother Yin would support him. The prince is the king, we are the ministers, the king wants the ministers to die, the ministers have to die, the prince wants me to wait, I have to wait, this is the big festival of loyalty and disloyalty! The prince will go to Songlin Mountain tomorrow, and the younger brother thinks that if Brother Yin can understand his heart early, the prince will be of great use! ”

Song Zhensi's words have been clarified. Yin Jialin nodded silently.

The night breeze blew, and Yin Jialin, who had been silent, suddenly smiled: "Brother Song, the eldest brother has watched this for a long time and found that the method of training the army of the prince is different from the ancient and modern methods. Brother Song will explain it to me? ”

Song Zhensi did not explain. He silently took out a crumpled booklet from his sleeve and handed it to Yin Jialin.

That was Zhu Pingjian's early military work: a concise manual for military training.