It's just dawning.

All the boy soldiers of the third team of the boy boy camp came to the playground to line up, and Pan Manchu secretly glanced at his brother Pan Mancang, who was already the deputy platoon leader and the first squad leader, at the end of the team. It has been a month since their brothers came to vote for Chen Jiajun, and as soon as they came, they were assigned to the boy boy camp, and when the deputy platoon commander was elected in the front row half a month, of course he did not let him vote for his brother, although he felt that the squad leader of his class was also very good, very reliable, and willing to rush to the front for anything, but one of the three candidate squad leaders was his own brother. Later, the voting results were announced, and Pan Manchu defeated his opponent by two votes and became the deputy platoon commander.

Pan Mancang and Pan Manchu brothers are all from Nanyang, their hometown is in Nanyang City, Nanyang Mansion has not suffered disasters in these years, and there are no man-made disasters, but the Pan family is still poor, and the names of the two brothers that are pregnant with hope have not brought real luck to the Pan family, and their father and mother have been busy from beginning to end of the year, and they can't take care of the family's food and drink.

Last winter, a serious illness caused the father of the Pan family to die, and the Pan family, who had lost their pillars, would not even be able to survive that winter if it were not for the help of the surrounding villages. In the beginning of spring, when the mother of the two brothers went up the mountain to collect medicine, she fell into the ravine, and her life was whimpered, and the Pan family was completely finished.

Pan Mancang, who is already thirteen years old, led his younger brother Pan Manchu and his younger sister Pan Xi'er to start their own journey of escaping from the famine and begging.

The successive deaths of parents seem to have taken away the bad luck entrenched in the heads of the Pan family, three young children, ran outside for three months and did not get scattered, more than a month ago the three brothers and sisters came to Lushan County, just for a bite to eat Pan Mancang led the brothers and sisters to vote for the Chen family, and the two brothers all entered the boy camp. Eight-year-old Pan Xi'er was admitted to the medical camp, where she worked as helpers with adults and apprentices in the logistics of the medical camp.

The brothers and sisters of the Pan family can still see each other every ten days, and Pan Xi'er, who was yellow and thin more than a month ago, is now flushed, and meat has grown on her little face. To say that Pan Mancang and Pan Manchu, who were worried at the beginning and couldn't be completely assured, are now completely relieved.

Naturally, the two brothers' loyalty to Chen Jiajun is also increasing day by day.

Pan Manchu touched the flat pole in his hand, this is his weapon, more precisely, a tool, used to carry the burden, he is the head soldier in the play, Chen Jiajun is called a cook or a cook, in other words, a cook man, so he has no knives and guns, only a short knife stuck in his waist.

Pan Mancang is only one year younger than his brother, but he is half a head lower than Pan Mancang in terms of body size, Pan Mancang is also very thin, but Pan Mancang's bone frame is not small, and the whole person has become as strong as a balloon in this month, Pan Manchu's bone frame is smaller, his strength is weak, and he has no bones.

During the three months of wandering and begging, conflicts and fights with other beggars, Pan Mancang 'charged', Pan Manchu is just like the local flavor in his name, honest or cowardly.

Pan Manchu doesn't have any big ambitions, he doesn't care whether he will be a soldier or a logistics officer in the future. Because the basic salary of the logistics soldiers of the Chen family army is a piece and a half of silver dollars, which can be at least one or two taels of silver, since the silver content is like this, the actual purchasing power is a piece and a half of silver dollars is stronger than one or two pieces of silver, for Pan Manchu, one or two silver dollars per month is already very, very good. Even if the Boy Scouts' salary were to be reduced somewhat, it would be enough.

There is no money for food and clothing in the army, and there will be military merits in the future, and Pan Manchu is already satisfied. At a young age, he didn't think about what would happen to their brothers and sisters if Chen Jiajun was destroyed by the Manchus.

Standing in the vanguard position, Pan Mancang did not have the idea of getting by with his younger brother Pan Manchu at this time, and he had already stood at the highest rank that soldiers in the boy camp could reach, and now what he ******** about is how to keep his position. He trained strictly, he studied hard, whether it was physical fitness, personal hygiene, military regulations or cultural classes, Pan Mancang ran for the first place in the whole platoon, the whole team and even the whole battalion. Compared with Pan Mancang, who was satisfied with a military salary of one and a half silver dollars a month, Pan Mancang went to the field troops.

It is also the basic military salary of soldiers, and the cooks of field troops are all starting from two silver dollars, and ordinary soldiers are not lower than three silver dollars, and field troops are easy to make meritorious contributions, and meritorious service will be rewarded, not only will the military salary increase, but also the military meritorious field will also increase, and Pan Mancang will definitely not do logistics. The logistics units not only have little military pay, but they also do miscellaneous work every day, and even building roads and warehouses requires them to do it, which is no easier than training. So he has a sense of crisis, and he works very hard every time he trains, hoping to pass the exam in two months and become a member of the Boy Scout soldiers.

"All stand upright!"

Everyone was in high spirits, Pan Manho was excited, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the officer in charge of the team striding over with a stick, and quickly stood with his chest up, each platoon stood in three rows with a squad as a unit, the squad leader was on the far left, and Pan Manho, the cooking soldier, was on the far right.

"Start weighting!" The officer shouted.

Pan Manchu complained in his heart, this time of the day was the most painful time for him, but he didn't dare to show it at all, he didn't dare to delay at all to tie the sandbags on his calves and arms, and then put a ten-pound bag of sandbags on his back, and finally his cook's set of guys - a big cauldron. Of course, it can't be compared with the cauldron used by the adult troops. But Pan Manchu is also small, and after carrying this thing, it is like covering a turtle shell. The whole person looked clumsy.

Chen Jiajun attaches great importance to running and formation, running drills every morning, practicing physical fitness and queue in the morning, practicing personal skills in the afternoon, and queue training again before dinner.

"Aim for 152 heights, running and marching. Pan Mancang shouted the password and set off. ”

"Yes." Pan Mancang answered loudly, and then shouted loudly: "All of them, listen to my command: turn to the right." ”

"Run, walk."

"One-two-one, one-two-one......"

After the team slowly ran up, there was a neat footstep, Pan Manchu can now distinguish the left and right, the problem of left and right chaos when running has been solved, but there are still a few teammates in the team who can't tell the difference, such as Xing Wei in front of him, he just took a step out of his right foot, one leg smacked twice, still not adjusted, Pan Manchu secretly screamed bad.

Sure enough, the [platoon leader] next to him immediately noticed Xing Wei, his face turned dark, and he came over with a stick and began to whip Xing Wei on the back. Anyway, there is a sandbag on this back, and no matter how hard you hit it, it won't really hurt anyone. Besides, this Xing Wei is a thorn in the platoon, and he has been beaten a lot, and the platoon commander has long been merciless to his subordinates. As for Xing Wei, he also had some experience, he gritted his teeth and didn't scream, because once he screamed, he would be beaten harder and more.

Besides, what is the plan for this in the boy camp? Who are the people who can come to the camp? Compared with the well-fed and well-fed life in the children's camp, this is really not worth it.

PS: Yesterday I read a few posts about this book in Longkong, and one of them sprayed the sentence I talked about before about the degeneration of the bloodline of the 'war horse'. It's not because I'm influenced by some kind of stall literature, but because I think so. Most of the ancient Chinese war horses were castrated or mares, that's for sure, right? [Not absolutely.] Li Guangbi used a mare to lure the stallion of the rebel army across the shore] Castration year after year, the bloodline of the Mongolian horse may accelerate the degradation. Besides, before the establishment of a scientific and systematic breeding system for breeding horses, the bloodlines of war horses in the East and the West were in the process of degradation, and the difference was that the east was much faster than the west.

In addition, thank you for the book recommendation of the book friends, thank you!