Standing in the training ground to watch the excitement, it was naturally Song Wen's subordinates, and there were more than 300 soldiers from the Nian Bo Institute, before Li Zicheng was dispatched, they could only wait, and more than 100 soldiers under Song Wen were watching them.

The cold and hard snow, the bitter cold wind, and the anxious waiting, the soldiers may feel too cold, and their feet keep moving on the snow, until they see Li Zicheng and Song Wen coming to the front, although they don't know Li Zicheng, but when they see Song Wen's humble appearance, they know that he must be a senior officer of Xiningwei.

Li Zicheng glanced at it coldly, these soldiers not only can't compare with the soldiers who are worried about the sidelines, but even Song Wen's subordinates are much stronger than them, at least the queue is much neater than them, no wonder, if there is no gap, how can Liu Yunshui occupy the mill without blood?

Whatever you sow, you reap the fruit, and since the soldiers lack training and discipline, it is normal for them to become prisoners.

Knowing that they were very cold, Li Zicheng pretended to be fine, how could he see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? He stood in front of the surrendered soldiers, "You are all captives, you want to die or live, you choose for yourself, there is only one chance." ”

The audience was silent, except for the soldiers who were training on the side.

Li Zicheng's voice raised several degrees, "If you follow me, everything in the past will be erased, from now on, you will have enough food and money to support your family, if you don't want to follow me......" He thought about it, but in fact, he didn't give the troops a chance to choose, let them go back, and they were not considered for the time being, even if they were raised, they couldn't be allowed to go back and spread nonsense.

A soldier said in a low voice: "I don't want to be a soldier anymore, I want to go home, and there is no one to take care of the farmland at home...... Although the voice was not loud, in the training ground, it was not clear to you that the soldiers were surrendered, and several people still nodded in response.

Li Zicheng first smiled slightly, then smiled, and said with a pale face: "If you want to go home, you can kill!" The path is your own choice, and you can't blame others. ”

The soldiers behind him had already paid attention to the soldier, and when they heard Li Zicheng's orders, they immediately rushed to the surrendering array like a wolf and a tiger, dragged the soldier out, and escorted him to the side.

"Click"! In the Ming Dynasty, beheading was the most thorough way to kill, neither slipping through the net, nor making the beheaded person too painful.

The pro-soldiers were expressionless, and when the blood pillar was smaller, the two cooperated and dragged the corpse out of the training ground to bury it, and the rest of the pro-soldiers returned to Li Zicheng's body, like tall green pines in the snow.

There was a commotion in the team, but fortunately, the soldiers did not dare to leave the team, mainly because of the panic and uneasiness in their hearts.

"Who wouldn't want to be a soldier?" Li Zicheng snorted slightly coldly, asked loudly, and saw that no one answered, so he smiled, "I said, there is a way to live, a way to die, you have a choice, I will not force you." ”

"Are there any others who don't know whether they are alive or dead?" Song Wen took advantage of the gap and snorted, he was the victor on the battlefield, the direct culprit of capturing these surrendered troops, and his words were more effective than the holy decree.

"We're willing to follow the adults!"

In the face of great pressure, in the choice between life and death, some soldiers began to choose to kneel, burying their foreheads in the snow, at this moment, they completely forgot the existence of the cold, compared to death, the cold wind was completely negligible.

In the face of life and death, the power of example is infinite, they are originally soldiers, if they choose to die, then they don't have to brave the wind and snow to rush to Xining, and if they die in the mill, at least they can get a good reputation.

However, history has always been written by the victors, and these humble soldiers are destined to be annihilated in the torrent of history.

Li Zicheng looked at the black spots on the snow, but there was no joy in his heart, this ancient nation could not withstand the threat of death, a head, it scared a large area, and he didn't even have the heart to resist, no wonder the nomads often called them two-legged sheep, is it true that farming peoples are like this?

He asked his soldiers to summon Chu Sheng over.

Chu Sheng was originally a small flag officer under Li Guo, in the battle of attacking Fuqiang Fort, he was cut off half of his left arm by the Mongols, and he could no longer go to the battlefield, because of his excellent performance, he was appointed as a recruit instructor by Li Zicheng, and at this moment he was training more than 100 soldiers of the original Xining Guard, which Li Zicheng prepared to leave to Song Wen.

The surrendered troops of these mills will be handed over to him for training, and the more than 100 Xining troops in his hands will be handed over to Song Wen, but Li Zicheng is worried that these more than 300 soldiers will be combined in one place, and there may be a riot, so he temporarily decided to allocate two general banners to Song Wen from them, so that Song Wen's subordinates will increase four general flags at once, with a total strength of more than 300, and among the seven hundred households under Li Zicheng, the strength temporarily ranks first.

Song Wen knew that this was not only Li Zicheng's reward for him, but also his trust in him, and after kowtowing and thanking him, he received the soldiers.

In the end, Li Zicheng told the soldiers that although they had been paid well after joining Xining, the first month's salary had to be given to their families, so that their families would not be worried about them after they traveled far away, so each soldier had to register their own home address.

On December 12, Cao Jian asked to see Li Zicheng, and the meter ruler had been made.

Li Zicheng tried it with his hands, the meter ruler is relatively standard, whether it is from both ends or from the middle to choose a section, his hand is twenty-two centimeters.

"Cao Jian, hard work."

"The grass people are the carpenters in the guard, and these carpentry jobs are the work of the grass people." Cao Jian assassinated Li Zicheng last time, Li Zicheng not only did not punish him, but also made him the head of the carpenter group, and the way to get rid of the crime was to help capture the culprit Li Ertiao behind the scenes.

But for Cao Jian, it is important that an adult can spare his life, which is enough to show Li Zicheng's magnanimity, and after Li Zicheng took control of the craftsman's workshop, it is an indisputable fact that the lives of craftsmen have greatly improved, and his heart is full of guilt, but he has nothing to do except carpentry skills, so he can only work overtime to repay Li Zicheng for his extrajudicial kindness.

Li Zicheng stroked this inconspicuous meter ruler, the treasure of later generations, finally appeared on the land of Xining, he thought that he would use it in the future teaching, so he said: "Cao Jian, such a meter ruler, make a few more, in addition," he pointed to the lower end of the decimeter, "according to this length, the average score is made into 100 parts, the scale below may be too small, but it must be accurate, I will not give you a limit on time." "It's about to be made with a millimeter, although it's not necessarily a standard.

"Yes, sir!" Cao Jian kowtowed and returned to the craftsman's workshop to continue his carpentry work.

On December 15, Liu Fang asked to see Li Zicheng, and according to what Li Zicheng said, the iron quality had been greatly improved, and asked Li Zicheng if he wanted to produce it on a large scale.

Iron quality improvement, that is already steel, but Li Zicheng does not know whether this kind of steel can meet the requirements of the M1841 rifle, while asking him to send these steel to Fang Zhi's firearms workshop, in addition, continue to carry out small-scale smelting, see if there is a way to improve performance, try to accumulate material production technology, and prepare for possible large-scale production.

On December 26, Li Zicheng finished teaching the students, and then ended all the courses of the year, preparing to take a holiday from the 27th, except for the fourth lady of the Mu family, Mu Sirong and Chen Qiudie, who lived in Xining City, the rest of the students were Sun Mengjie's distant relatives and neighbors, and the family was almost together, and he was ready to let the soldiers escort them home for the New Year.

For the students who have studied for nearly a month, Li Zicheng is very satisfied with his usual observations and questions, not only the ten registered students who signed the contract have passed the test, but they can keep up with the rhythm of his teaching, and they are three supernumerary students, and they are never absent.

These students have reached or approached the age of adulthood, Li Zicheng in the teaching, the capacity is very large, but these students are supported down, language learning, pinyin has been taught, the beginning of the year to teach Chinese characters, Li Zicheng according to his own learning experience, ready to start from the "one, two, three......", "how much", "upper, middle and lower" and other words closely related to daily life, and so on to accumulate hundreds of Chinese characters, and then teach some Tang and Song Dynasty poems.

Mathematics is taught at a faster pace, and they have learned two-digit addition and subtraction, which is already at the end of the first grade, which means that in less than a month, the students have completed most of the learning content of the next generation of schoolchildren.

What worries Li Zicheng the most is science, he can't edit qualified textbooks, in the form of stories, although it can increase interest, but the knowledge is relatively scattered and there is no system at all.

That night, Li Zicheng stayed in Sun Mengjie's room, and the New Year's class started, and he had to wait until after the Lantern Festival, which lasted for more than half a month, and I was afraid that he would not be able to see it.

After the two of them warmed up, Sun Mengjie sweated and lay on Li Zicheng's chest, "Sir, student...... Students are afraid of ...... I'm afraid it's ......."

"What's wrong, Jie'er?" Li Zicheng also said that Sun Mengjie was a little inseparable, and comforted: "Jie'er don't worry, go back to have a new yuan, half a month will pass in a blink of an eye, and after the Lantern Festival, we can be together again." ”

"Just know you're happy!" Sun Meng glanced at Li Zicheng, knowing that he couldn't see it in the dark, and then grabbed his inner thigh, "I'm afraid the student has it!" ”

"Got it? What's up? Li Zicheng grinned in pain and gasped.

"You're still happy, it's all you!" Sun Mengjie wanted to take another hand, but her little hand was already firmly held in the palm of Li Zicheng's hand.

Li Zicheng hugged Sun Mengjie, "Jie'er is saying, are you pregnant?" He was overjoyed, hugged Sun Mengjie almost out of breath, came to this world, finally has a future, he can't wait to announce his pride and pride to the world.