Lin Guotai, the governor of the right capital, personally rode Zhu Youzhen to the Fenwu camp, and he whispered to the commander Qin Yongnian, and then bowed to Zhu Youzhen, and left on the grounds that he was busy with military affairs.

Qin Yongnian frowned, he looked at Zhu Youjian, although he had a strong physique and a tall figure, his skin was delicate. He felt a great headache: "Your Highness, you have just come to the barracks, and you are still young, so you should serve as a staff officer at the battalion headquarters!" "Although Qin Yongnian has the arrogance of a soldier, Zhu Youzhen is the prince and the only surviving younger brother of Emperor Zhu Youxiao, and he can't afford to offend.

"What does a staff officer do?" I didn't hear that the army has a staff officer, so of course Zhu Youzhen had to ask clearly, he didn't come to the army to be a vase.

In fact, the position of staff officer in the Ming army was only a staff member who sorted out the documents, and Qin Yongnian was afraid that Zhu Youzhen would not agree, so he had to revise the military regulations: "The duty of a staff officer is to provide reference opinions for the army's operations." "Anyway, now that the Beijing army is not fighting, there is no need to provide any operational advice.

"Oh well! Thank you, Commander. I have one more request, though. "Zhu Youzhen doesn't want to be a prince in the army, if he really wants to be a prince, why should he come to the barracks? Only by lowering one's status can one get along with the soldiers and truly integrate into the army.

"Your Highness, please speak." Qin Yongnian has been in the army for a long time, and he is very optimistic about this young prince entering the barracks, at most he wants to be fresh, and the boring life in the barracks is not something that the prince with fine skin and tender flesh can bear, let alone cruel training. But the other party is the prince, and he can't afford to offend, so he tries to keep his tone down as much as possible, and he is neither humble nor arrogant.

"I didn't want others to know who I was, so I gave myself a new name, Wang Xin. I hope that the commander will help me hide it. ”

Qin Yongnian glanced at Zhu Youzhen again, calm, young and old. "It's up to Your Highness."

"It's not Your Highness, it's Wang Xin." When Zhu Youzhen corrected it, he looked at Qin Yongnian with a smile, neither domineering nor groveling, under his relaxed appearance, he looked a little dignified, and he had to fight with Qin Yongnian's coldness.

"Yes, Temple...... Wang Xin. Qin Yongnian finally relented, he was a soldier, but he didn't want the military camp to be restless because of the arrival of King Xin. As for Zhu Youzhen's purpose in going to the barracks, he didn't think much about it, most likely because he was tired of the glorious and wealthy court life, and came to the barracks to find excitement, and when he felt the boredom of the barracks life, he would definitely cry and shout to leave.

During today's drill, the soldiers found that the commander had an extra retinue with a strong physique, but with fine skin and tender flesh. They didn't care, the soldiers in the barracks were relatively fixed, but the staff changed frequently, maybe a high-ranking official disciple came to the Beijing army to mix resumes, so that they could go elsewhere to get a higher job.

Zhu Youjian stood behind Qin Yongnian and watched the soldiers drill. said that it was nearly 10,000 people, and Zhu Youzhen secretly counted them, and there were only about 6,000 soldiers. Of course, the rest of the soldiers did not go to the toilet, and the officers were paid empty salaries, which was almost an open secret at the end of the Ming Dynasty.

The soldiers lined up, raising their guns and firing them, and shouted "hey, ha", but their movements looked weak, like a defeated army that had just retreated from the battlefield. In a word, the soldier has no spirit.

During the meal, Zhu Youzhen took the initiative to ask to eat with the soldiers, I didn't come to the barracks to mix military merits, how can I improve the combat power of the soldiers with the officials? How can you control the army? "Hello everyone, how many years have you been in the army?"

"A few years? Older than you? One veteran bared his teeth, and the others burst into laughter.

Zhu Youzhen doesn't care, the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty have no culture, foul language is their habit, and only by adapting to their habits can they enter their hearts. "When can the uncle retire?"

"Retirement? You scold me old man, don't you? Knowing that you are new here, I don't bother with you. There are two kinds of retirement, one is to die in battle and wounded, and the other is too old to hold a gun. The veteran was not angry, but his eyes were full of grief, deep, desperate ......

The Ming Dynasty implemented a military membership system, once enlisted, he entered the military and could never retire, so naturally there was no such thing as retirement. Moreover, once a soldier dies in battle, the family or family must make up for it. It's not for life, it's permanent.

And their military salaries can only barely support their wives and children. In fact, there is a lot of money, and there is nowhere to spend it, and there is nowhere to go if you stay in the barracks for the rest of your life. Once they are old and retired from the army, their children will have to rise to the top and live exactly the same life as them. Replication is a true portrayal of the lives of these military households.

There is no motivation without goals, there is no hope without motivation, and soldiers without hope form an army without hope.

How can such an army be cultivated into an iron army? Zhu Youzhen's head is big, and there is a 108,000-mile gap between ideal and reality. He has never joined the army, and he doesn't know much about the army, especially the army of the Ming Dynasty, and he originally planned to talk to the soldiers about why he wanted to train the soldiers, but now it seems that this problem is too far away, the main goal of the Beijing division army is to protect the Beijing division, there are few opportunities to fight, and the soldiers will not be interested in training. He had no choice but to change the topic: "Big brother, our Fenzi battalion is the elite of the elite of the Ming army, why is there no spirit during training?" ”

"Boy, look like you're less than twenty, right? Which official disciple are you? No one has ever asked such a question. A soldier in his forties with a messy beard looked rather disdainful, and he swallowed the rest of the food in his mouth, as if to educate a schoolboy: "If you train hard, your body will be consumed more, and there will be so many meals, you are stupid?" ”

"If the food is full, will everyone be more motivated to train?" The ** of the Ming Dynasty army, the empty salary is not enough to fill the black hole, and the remaining military salary is still deducted layer by layer. But Zhu Youzhen found a breakthrough, it's a big deal to subsidize the property of the Xinwang Mansion, and when he has no money to spend, he will find the royal brother and sister-in-law who love him, anyway, he is not **, but for the army of the Ming Dynasty.

"Are you paying?" The young soldiers, who had been eating with their heads bored, did not believe that pies would fall from the sky at all.

"Don't hide it from a few big brothers, I heard a few adults discussing this matter at the battalion headquarters, and I'm afraid there is hope." A white lie, perhaps, can boost the morale of the soldiers.

Hearing that they could eat enough, the soldiers became interested, and more and more soldiers gathered.

"Really?"

"You kid didn't make fun of us being poor, did you?"

"You are a disciple of the official family, and you don't train with us."

Zhu Youzhen saw the anger of the crowd and felt that there was a play, "Three days, after three days, you can all have a full meal." The soldiers were suspicious and their eyes full of longing shot at Zhu Youzhen.

These soldiers who defend the Beijing Division, these soldiers who have lived in the barracks all their lives, their goal is just to eat well, is this different from the national surname of the Ming Dynasty? But they can't be blamed, who let them get into such a difficult state? Zhu Youzhen strengthened his determination to atone for the sins of his ancestors.

"Who are you? Commander so that the adults can listen to you? "Some of the soldiers woke up from their excitement and were very worried that the pie that fell from the sky would turn into a stone that would break their heads when it fell to the ground.

"My name is Wang Xin, and my father has opened several textile factories in the south and has quite a lot of assets. My father once said that there was a factory where the income was at my disposal. The factory has income every year, and if what I say is not true, I will donate the factory as a food subsidy for the Fenzi camp. Zhu Youzhen's words were loud, and they didn't seem to be lying at all.

There was silence for a while, obviously everyone was thinking about how credible Zhu Youzhen's words were.

"Which big brother has been on the front line and participated in battles?" Zhu Youzhen threw out the questions that had been prepared for a long time.

"Me."

"Me."

"Me." ……

Several people raised their hands high, as if they were afraid that Zhu Youzhen would not be able to see them. It seems that Zhu Youzhen, the "rich second generation", has already believed the words.

"I haven't been to the front line, can my eldest brother tell me about the front line?" Of course, Zhu Youzhen is not curious, the battlefield, blood, and death can create the morale of soldiers and stimulate the wildness of soldiers.

Speaking of the battlefield, whether it is on the battlefield or not, you can talk about it for a long time, and the atmosphere is suddenly lively.

The story of the people was finally finished, in fact, Zhu Youzhen was the only one in the audience, because these stories had been passed down a thousand times among the soldiers.

"The battlefield is dangerous and bloody, brothers, how can you protect yourself on the battlefield?" Zhu Youzhen unconsciously merged with the soldiers.

Everyone thought that Zhu Youzhen was afraid, too, at such a young age, he was a rich second generation. There are no eyes on the battlefield, who doesn't come from peeing their pants? "Run, what else?" A hairy young man's answer was immediately scolded by everyone.

"Coward."

"Eat military rations for nothing."

"You don't grow that?"

"Hide in your mother-in-law's crotch."

The hairy boy seemed embarrassed, and seemed to be afraid of leaving a bad impression on Zhu Youzhen, so he really hid behind.

"If you want me to say," a relatively old veteran, who may have been on the battlefield, with a calm tone and empty eyes, as if recalling the blood-devouring battlefield, "is to practice his skills." ”

Incisive. Zhu Youzhen secretly sighed, in the era of cold weapons, personal skills are indeed the most important.

"There is also discipline, and strict military discipline is the guarantee of victory." A soldier added. "The Yue family army and the Qi family army all used strict discipline to make the enemy fearful."