"I want to attack the state. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

At the high-level military meeting that Fang Xing was not qualified to attend, Zhang Fu firmly put forward his own views.

But Mu Sheng had some different opinions on this, he believed that the terrain in Huazhou was dangerous, which was not conducive to the attacker.

The two chief officials were communicating, and the other melon-eating people said they were bored.

"Huh! The gang that arrived yesterday came out? ”

In the same corner, the Thousand Households of Jubaoshan went out to exercise before dawn, startling the two sergeants who had just woken up and peed.

In the dark night, a sharp whistle sounded, and soon, a group of people in black pressure stood in front of the camp in full dress.

Fang Xing held back the desire to yawn, and said to the silent sergeants: "I don't care what I think above, but we must maintain our combat effectiveness in the Thousand Households of Jubao Mountain, and we must wait for it!" ”

"Let's go!"

"Turn right!"

"Take a small run!"

A touch of purple appeared in the sky, and the sound of neat footsteps made the sergeant on patrol turn his head to glance.

In the darkness, the soldiers in a neat line all trotted silently, and the team of more than a thousand people felt like a whole.

"Shhh

Where is this team? Don't you know that military training must be subject to the unified arrangements of the above?

The patrol tried to go up to stop him, but when he got to the side, he saw that the sergeants were all staring at him, as if they didn't see him as a person.

A slaughter made the patrol sentry a little weak.

When the team arrived at the gate of the camp, the sentry post that wanted to block it was also shocked by the momentum of silence, and after the team ran out, he hurriedly went to find Shangguan.

Zhang Fujiu is in the army, and his work and rest time are relatively regular.

After washing, Zhang Fu went out with his sword. As soon as he stood still, he saw the thousand households on duty last night rushing over.

"Grandpa Guo, someone rushed out of the camp!"

Zhang Fu's eyebrows jumped, and he slowly rubbed his sword and asked, "Which one is it?" ”

Is this a sign of murder?

Qianhu swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty: "It's the Qianhu House of Jubaoshan that I just arrived at yesterday." ”

The sword was shining, but the hand had stopped.

"What are they going to do?"

The team officer remembered the silent team, and said with some self-deprecation: "When they left the camp, they ran around the side. ”

Mu Sheng also came, he moved his hands and feet, and after asking about the situation, he smiled and said, "Wen Bi, let's go and have a look first." ”

This training sergeant was originally arranged by the battalion, and no team would take the initiative to train, so Fang Xing's department suddenly became an alternative.

As the sky grew brighter, the shouts of the sergeants could be heard in the camp, but near the fence there was silence.

The sergeants who had risen did not bother to wash, but were standing on the edge of the fence in unison, watching the procession bathed in the morning sun.

Zhang Fu came with a few generals, and when the sergeants saw it, they hurriedly flashed to the side, leaving the best position for them.

The sun shone on the edge of the camp, and in the mist, a neat array of soldiers ran over.

"One-two-one, one-two-one, one, two, three, four!"

"One, two, three, four!"

The neat sound made the onlookers change color, but then the footsteps got closer and closer, and it made people's hearts seem to be beating with this rhythm.

"Puff puff ......"

Thousands of people are running in one rhythm, and the sound is terrifying.

Mu Sheng looked at this scene and said with some envy: "Wen Bi, your brother-in-law is deeply hidden!" ”

Zhang Fu just said lightly: "It's just talking on paper, and it's the one who has to be really swordsman." ”

As he spoke, the group had already run into the camp, and their pace changed to walking in unison.

"Boom!"

There was no difference in the clothes on their bodies, but the faces of the soaking wet sergeants were all indifferent, and it was obvious that this kind of training was already a routine for them.

Driving into his camp without squinting, Fang Xing said to Xin Laoqi: "The temperature here is quite high, and you will be naked-naked in the future, so you can wash your clothes a few times." ”

Xin Laoqi nodded and said, "Young master, I think it's more convenient to simply wear obscene pants to practice." ”

Several earthen stoves are already steaming, and today's breakfast is a big steamed bun with pickles, and a bowl of broth per person.

Fang Xing also went to get one, and after eating it, he heard a herald shouting outside.

"Today, the whole army is practicing martial arts!"

Fang Xing put down the bowl, looked at the time, and said to Xin Laoqi, who was squatting beside him: "It's still early, there is still more than half an hour, let the brothers study first." ”

So when everyone else was hurrying to breakfast, the sound of reading came from the camp where Fang Xing was awake.

A few sergeants who were watching outside with breakfast said enviously: "They still teach literacy!" ”

Soon, the sound of reading aloud died down, and a more rhythmic sound was heard.

"One by one, one by two, one by two, two by two......"

"What is this?"

A few people who watched the excitement felt bored, so they hurriedly went back with the wooden bowl, and they were about to get dressed up!

A housekeeper led everyone to recite the multiplication mantra on it, and Fang Xing watched from the side.

After the recitation, the sergeants disbanded, but when everyone saw Fang Xing on the side, they all showed gratitude.

Which army will teach you literacy and arithmetic in these years?

And once an ordinary sergeant does not meet the requirements of the army, it will most likely not end well.

After retiring, he returned to his hometown in old age and frailty, and there was no second way out except farming.

But Fang Xing taught the soldiers to learn, which gave them hope, hope for life after leaving the army.

In the Chinese military tent, Zhang Fu had just finished breakfast and was discussing today's training with Mu Sheng.

At this time, Zhang Fu's personal soldiers came in, and he leaned over and said, "Grandpa Guo, the thousands of households in Jubaoshan are teaching literacy." ”

"Oh!"

At this time, even Zhang Fu, who had the demeanor of a general, was a little surprised, he and Mu Sheng looked at each other, and finally smiled bitterly.

This army is too weird, isn't it?

Mu Sheng got up, raised his eyebrows and said: "They are a thousand households with firearms, and I have a few of the same ones there, so let's do it, I'll transfer people over later, practice together on both sides, and see what the bottom is." ”

Zhang Fu acquiesced to this opinion, he also wanted to touch the details of this brother-in-law, and it was easy to deploy on the battlefield.

At the right time, all the soldiers except the patrol came out.

If there are tens of thousands of people, it is boundless.

Zhang Fu stood on the platform, and when he saw that the hour had come, he nodded, and then the flag bearer waved the flag.

"Tiger! Tiger! Tiger! ”

Amid the shouts, the battalions began to drill.

Mu Sheng's firearms battalion has been in the southwest region for a long time, and he has fought with those natives a lot of times, so after seeing the little people under Fang Xing's command, they all practiced a little carelessly.

At this time, the Ming army's firearm was like a pipe, thin in the front and thick in the back. There are copper pipes and iron pipes, and there are no sighting devices.

The drills of these firearms battalions are to simulate charges, reloads, and changes in formation.