?? When the Tan brothers were busy in Fengjie, Wang Huan was also busy in Wanshou Valley, the Tan family had three brothers, but Wang Huan was alone.

It's not that Wang Huan's subordinates can't do it, on the contrary, Ma Xintian, Zubian and others are all outstanding people, Ma Chongming and Zhou Cheng are good at management and management, and even Xu Tiezhu, who is young at a young age, has grown into an expert who is not flustered in the face of cumbersome civil affairs in just a few months.

Wang Huan is busy, because there are some things that can only be done by him, and some knowledge that only he is proficient in, such as the procedures of the gunpowder field, without his personal guidance, the recruited natives are afraid that the entire valley will be blown up to the sky, especially in the later period, the process of converting pyrite into iron sulfate and adding saltpeter to make ******** is even more dangerous.

And every morning, Wang Huanlei rushed to the school field without moving, training the 100-person team that had experienced a battle formation, Zu Bian suggested more than once that the 100-person team should be expanded to a thousand teams, at least to two 100-person teams, otherwise only 100 people would be too little.

Wang Huan did not take this suggestion that sounded very good, he thought that the soldiers were not expensive, and the training results of the 100-man team were still far from the standard in his heart.

Zu Bian was a little surprised, the current appearance of the hundred-man team is much stronger than that of the Ming official army, although it can't catch up with the general's family, but it is enough: "My lord, what kind of soldiers do you want to train?" The last general felt that the current hundred-man team was on par with the Liaodong soldiers, and it was the right time to expand the army. ”

Wang Huan smiled and said nothing, just waved his hand, the real strong army in his mind was the mud-legged team brought out by the later generations of Taizu, the march did not disturb the people, the camp did not enter the house, the fighting was like a tiger, the consciousness was like iron, not afraid of death and not afraid of difficulties, in this era, no army has reached that level, even if it is known as the invincible Tartar, it is far from enough.

The training of the 100-person team has gradually reduced the boring queue standing military posture and other items, and began to practice gun holding and throwing, Ma Xintian is responsible for teaching the art of spear stabbing, and Zu Bian is responsible for teaching the art of throwing.

"Hah!" "Drink!"

With Ma Xintian shouting, the hundred-person team echoed in unison, everyone stood in a sharp cone, Ma Xintian was the one at the front, he was holding a spear, lungeing and riding a horse, holding a spear at his waist with both arms, constantly repeating the two actions of forward stabbing and retracting, making a shout, the people behind him stared at Ma Xintian, stabbed the spear in his hand and stabbed it out, and quickly pulled it back, more than a hundred hook and sickle spears flashed coldly, and even the air above the school field seemed to be stirred by this solemn atmosphere, Full of passionate vitality.

After Ma Xintian's course, it was the turn of the ancestors, this red-faced Liaodong military man moved a lot of rough stone locks, each weighing fifty pounds, his training method is very simple, each person holds a stone lock, runs around the school field, ten laps for a round, after running to the school field to stand on the school field and constantly lift the stone lock from the ground to the top of the head, a hundred times for a round, this set of practice, you can rest for half an hour.

If it weren't for Wang Huan's increased supply of food, and a lot of pork was mixed in the meal to ensure nutrition, I am afraid that most people would be so tired that they vomit blood.

Wang Huan is trained with the team of 100 people every day, and every day he looks like he has nothing to love, but he has no rest, and he has to go to the gunpowder field in the afternoon to experience the test of life and death, looking at his swaying appearance when he walks, Xu Tiezhu couldn't help but persuade loudly: "Brother Huan, why are you suffering, I see that those officials in the yamen, none of them suffer with the big-headed soldiers like you, you are now the city lord, there are enough chores, why bother?" ”

Wang Huan glared at him with tired eyes and shouted, "What do you know? If it weren't for the fact that there are many civil affairs in Wanshou City now, you kid don't want to be lazy on the side, when you are a little free, I will pull you to practice sooner or later! ”

Xu Tiezhu kindly exchanged a big fright, his face turned white, just his small body, he practiced hard under the sun, and it was strange if he didn't shed his skin, so he immediately shut up and walked away, and he didn't dare to appear in Wang Huan's sight for a long time in the future.

Xu Tiezhu was empty-hearted and hidden, but Ma Xintian and Zubian were in full swing, the two evil soldiers abused the hundred-person team in different ways, brandishing sticks and whips and shouting and scolding lazy people, from the beginning of the sky and the twilight, the entire school field echoed with the high-pitched voices of the two in turn.

As if in a vicious circle, in the afternoon, when it was the turn of the soldiers of the 100-person team to train the 3,000 people of Wanshou City as instructors, the 100 people gritted their teeth and wanted to retaliate against the society, and each soldier was assigned to 30 people's strong and trained in sections.

The people watched in horror as the soldiers of the Hundred-Man Brigade, whose skin was tanned by the sun and covered in tendons, walked towards them with a sinister smile, and their legs and stomachs were trembling, as if these soldiers were even more terrifying than the bird commanders outside the Black Valley.

Standing in a military posture, walking in unison, starting from a simple queue training, the soldiers used all kinds of means to make the simple people quickly realize what it means to be a soldier, walking in unison with hands and feet, left and right, full of jokes, after the soldiers corrected twice, the third time the person who made a mistake began to be corrected by the stick, and also used the fresh punishment methods taught by Lord Wang--- push-ups and running in circles, making the people cry and cry Mom, and the pain was great.

Even those who fainted while standing in a military posture dragged down a basin of cold water under the shadow of a tree to rest for a while, and then they had to get up and continue to practice, no one could be lazy in the hands of those soldiers who were trained by Zubian and Ma Xintian and were a little psychopathic.

Even so, no one dared to be a deserter, one person became a deserter, the whole family suffered, not to mention the rationed fields, all the property was confiscated, and the family had to roll out of Wanshou Valley in disgrace, as for where to go, Wanshou Valley didn't care.

And when you are a deserter, where can you flee to? Wanshou Valley is so big, unless you don't want to stay here anymore and flee outside.

That's a joke, people are eaten everywhere outside, the government is tyrannical, and the thieves are moody, where can it be as stable as Wanshou Valley, not to mention that the provisions engraved on the huge stone tablet at the gate of the city are like a needle of chicken blood, and the generous remuneration of the war dead almost makes the family worry-free, who will let their own men escape back?

So the sad men had to sweat on the school field, endure and beat like years, exercise their bodies, temper their consciousness, and from time to time they were brainwashed by Wang Huan in political classes, instilling the evil idea that people who are born in Wanshou Valley and die are ghosts in Wanshou Valley.

Wang Huan's clever tongue is like a spring, the dead can say that they are alive, and it is very easy to fool these honest people, it is much simpler than the pyramid selling class.

The busy days are day after day, all kinds of things in Wanshou Valley are gradually on the track, and the mass production of various mines one by one is enough to ensure the income of food and clothing, so that the residents are more and more willing to stay, and the people's hearts are stable.

The seedlings in the fields are thriving, and the sweet spring water sent by water trucks from the waterholes irrigates the 10,000 acres of fertile fields, and by the end of autumn, it must be a good harvest year.

In the textile factory, some emaciated women guarded looms bought from other places, carefully sewing a set of asbestos white robes mixed with compacted cotton wool.

The second senior brother of the pig farm screamed and said that the explosion in the powder field had not been sent out for more than ten days, and more than a hundred exterminating bombs had finally been produced again. Even the magnificent Wanshou City, the tall city wall is nearing completion, and the loess rammed wall is thick and strict, showing the majestic spirit of Wanshou Valley.

A month has passed since the Battle of the Black Valley, and Wang Huan finally waited for the news that Zeng Ying sent troops again.