In the evening, the sun sets.

Yang Mu spoke dryly, looking at the sky, he could finally rest.

"Does Zhu Bajie really want to go to learn scriptures together?" The queen was still unsatisfied, and a pair of big eyes flashed like two jewels in the slightly dark room, which was extremely moving.

"Want to hear it?" Yang Mu asked.

The queen nodded, her face full of anticipation, like a child who was attracted by film and television dramas and couldn't move in front of the TV.

Yang Mu was proud in his heart, and wanted to say a little more, but the strong desire for revenge that rose in his heart made him change his mind, and said: "It's not too early today, I want to know what will happen next, and listen to the next breakdown!" ”

With that, he got up and walked straight out.

In place, the queen sat on the collapse, her face full of astonishment, and after a long time, she raised the corners of her mouth disdainfully, and meditated and practiced again......

……

In the early morning of the second day, Yang Mu got up early in the morning as usual, dazed and sleepy-eyed.

Who am I, where am I, and what am I going to do?

After a long time, he shook his head, and finally sobered up a little, last night he came out of the queen, and went straight to Yiren Palace, in order to appease the queen mother, he consciously became a punching bag, and was trained for two whole hours, of course, there was a lot of hard persuasion, nothing more than not to be confused by the fox spirit, should take out a little of the emperor's majesty, and should not hesitate when the decree should be abolished......

was so frightened that Yang Mu hurriedly said good things for the queen, constantly admitting her mistakes for her, and praising her for some "unknown" advantages.

Just kidding, if you want to abolish the queen, you have to be ready to be beaten and crippled, this kind of stupid thing to do, Yang Mu can't even think of it.

In the end, Yang Mu almost staggered back to the Wanshou Palace, hurriedly washed up, and remembered that he was going to the barracks the next day, so he thought about it, stayed up all night, and made a meeting gift.

Thinking of this, Yang Mu summoned the palace maid and eunuch, put on the crown robe, and then came to the study, picked up a small notebook on the table, and put it in his arms.

And this little book is his masterpiece of half an all-nighter and hard work - "Military Training Manual"!

Author, Yang Mu wrote his name shamelessly.

He remembered that during the military training in the university, those student instructors could be said to have one such pamphlet in their hands, not only some basic military regulations, but also military posture training, corporal punishment methods, military training methods, and so on.

There is such a small book, even if a few generals don't take it as a gift, but as long as they are ordered to follow it, the effect will definitely be a blockbuster.

He remembered that at the beginning of the city gate, the 20,000 rabble under the leadership of Zheng Kang looked crooked and noisy, which was worse than the military training of middle school students, and it would be a hell if such a lazy and undisciplined army had combat effectiveness.

If you can follow the training in this little manual, you can keep it for only half a month, and the mental outlook of the entire military camp will be completely renewed.

However, the only minor regret is that it is missing a lot of illustrations.

It's not that he doesn't want to put the effort into drawing, it's really because of technical reasons, the main thing is that there is no such thing as a pencil in this world!

For anyone who is accustomed to writing hard pen words, the pencil is irreplaceable in the process of drawing, Yang Mu thinks that he is not a master of Chinese painting, Danqing is wonderful, and he can barely write some brush words and can still read, but if he draws, it is simply a mess.

Secondly, there is the problem of paper. The paper industry in this world is not as developed as he imagined, and even the paper used by him, the emperor, is like the cheap rice paper used to practice calligraphy, not only the surface is rough, but also slightly yellowed, and the ink is very unevenly distributed on it, and he cannot use the pen well, which undoubtedly adds great difficulty to the drawing work.

However, there is a text description that can barely get by, and this time he inspected the barracks, and also reserved enough time to teach a few generals one by one, and then push it down.

Since the purpose of this inspection was only to understand the military camp, Yang Mu didn't plan to make a noise, everything was simple, just took Shen An and a team of palace guards, rode the dragon chariot, and set off in the hazy light.

Outside the palace, Wei Zhongquan and Sima Hong had already led a team of soldiers in armor to wait, seeing the imperial flag waving, the dragon chariot slowly came, all kneeling on the ground, three shouts long live, and then escorted the dragon chariot around, out of the city gate, and went straight to the suburban camp.

Along the way, Yang Mu was very interested, looking left and right in the car, full of freshness, although he had been mentally prepared, he was still attracted by the scenery of nature.

On the outskirts of the city, passing through a high mountain, there is a vast farmland, green rice fields, three or five ordinary people who are immersed in farm work, every breath of air, there is a fragrant smell of earth, which makes people feel happy physically and mentally, as if they are in a scenic area.

The camp is ten miles away from the outskirts of the city, it is a flat place with slightly higher terrain, which can be attacked and defended, and from a distance, a large flag flutters in the sky above the camp, and in the camp of earth and stone structure, it is a patchwork barracks, and in the middle is a large school field.

Faintly, you can see that around the camp, there are some makeshift tents, scattered, and piles of bonfires burning around them.

Obviously, these are the two generals Zhu Xi and Han Tong, leading the soldiers from Nanshan and Taoyuan to temporarily station here.

"Why hasn't anyone come to check yet?"

Yang Mu looked at the direction of the camp and frowned, although this inspection was very low-key, and the generals in the camp were not notified in advance, but after all, the team of dozens of people was here, there should always be soldiers coming up to check and something, right?

"Minister...... Go and take a look......" Sima Hong replied embarrassedly, in fact, as soon as he saw so many traces of bonfires, he guessed that these turtle grandsons must have been celebrating all night last night, so the sun was already shining, and they were all asleep.

"No need, let's just go up and have a look." Yang Mu got down from the dragon chariot and led the guards and soldiers up.

It wasn't until the camp gate that the soldiers on duty discovered their presence.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, General......" The sleepy guard on duty saw that it was directly a spirit, and the whole person trembled with fright.

Wei Zhongquan and Sima Hong glared at him fiercely, and then went straight into the camp.

I saw that in the whole camp, the sound of snoring could be heard everywhere, the ground was in a mess, pots and clay pots were scattered everywhere, and no one cleaned up the leftovers, exuding an unpleasant smell.

The soldiers who were supposed to be on patrol were all dozing off the wall, and their swords and spears were thrown on the side, and they couldn't recognize which one was whose weapon.

In short, it was a mess, and it didn't look like a barracks at all, but it was like a picnic in the suburbs.

Yang Mu's face was black, walking around the barracks, his face getting worse and worse, Wei Zhongquan and Sima Hong and others followed, both ashamed and frightened.

After a while, there was a commotion in the whole camp, and the soldiers who learned the news woke up the people around them one after another, and the sound of squirming and getting dressed was endless.

"The last general, Zhu Xi (Han Tong), knock to see Your Majesty, long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

In the distance, two generals dressed in chain mail hurried over, their faces full of fear, and they kowtowed.