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In the next few days, Zhu Dapeng spent time at Ximen University. As the open space in the school yard gradually vacated, there were more and more soldiers under him, and gradually, the general outline of the left army had been propped up.

Most of the soldiers were recruited by Sesame Lee. Basically, it is still mainly homeless, but on the whole, the skeleton and complexion are much stronger than the original 1,000 soldiers and horses. At least Zhu Dapeng doesn't always have to think about tying them together with a rope, so that someone won't be blown away by the wind!

There was also a small group of soldiers, from the homeless people who lived next to the school grounds. Seeing that the left army in Xuzhou did not withhold food, and everyone who served as a soldier could eat one porridge and two dry meals, he took the initiative to ask to enlist.

Zhu Dapeng was anxious to recruit troops, and as long as the homeless people who came to join the army were not blind or lame, he would accept them all. Although the number of these people is less than the part assigned by Sesame Li, because they almost starved a few days ago, it was only because Zhu Dapeng allowed them to work hard to change food and finally pick up a life, so they were very grateful to Zhu Dapeng, the governor of the left army, and worked extra hard when they worked.

The third group came from the neighborhood who pretended to be Maitreya that night. Some of them are too much to live and want to save some food rations for their families. There are a few sporadic who have the same idea as Mr. Su. Anyway, the Yuan army will inevitably slaughter the city, and the left and right are dead, so it is better to take a risk and gamble, in order to make a lot of money in the future.

For these neighbors, Zhu Dapeng secretly instructed Mr. Su to arrange for them to engage in some handicraft labor as much as possible. After all, these people belong to the ancient petty citizen class, and their courage is far inferior to that of the homeless people who have long been homeless, but they are better than those who have lived at the bottom of the city for a long time, and their hands and feet are relatively flexible. Being a soldier may not be a good material, but when you use it as a craftsman in the army, you will be engaged in some work of repairing armor and building weapons in the future, but most of them can do it.

There is another kind of person, the one that no one thought of at the beginning, is some people who took the initiative to come to serve after hearing the rumors that Zhu Dapeng was possessed by Maitreya Buddha. There are not many such people, but they seem to be particularly "enthusiastic". I wish to offer everything, including my own life, so that the Venerable Maitreya can take him in in the mortal body, and in the future, we will achieve positive results together and ascend in the daylight.

As for the last fanatical believer, as long as Zhu Dapeng heard about it, he immediately ordered someone to beat him out with a stick and never hire him. This unconscionable move made the fanatical believers cry. However, after being heard by Shi Zhaojunyong, the commander of the Xuzhou army, when he met with the council hall again, his attitude towards Zhu Dapeng improved a lot. mentioned it to his henchmen in private, and also said that Zhu Dapeng still knew that he would accept it when he saw it, and he didn't dare to swagger and deceive under the guise of Maitreya's incarnation.

Unexpectedly, a few days after the relationship between the two sides eased, another rumor spread in the city. It is said that the reason why the human incarnation of Maitreya did not include everyone in the door wall was to test the devotion of the believers to the Buddha. Didn't you see it? His Buddhist soldiers are cleaning up garbage, cutting down trees to build houses, and sharpening their muscles. If the avenue is light, it will not be the avenue.

As a result, the "believers" who had been driven out before turned back happily. One by one, they found a bunk to sleep in the old thatched hut, and every day the rooster got up as soon as it crowed, knelt and kowtowed in the direction of the school field. Zhao Jun heard it, and a mouthful of old blood almost didn't spit on the ground on the spot! Gritted his teeth and cursed the cunning of the thief, and with a stroke of his pen, the equipment that was originally intended to be allocated to the left army was cheapened by others in vain.

Mr. Su was very sympathetic to the "devout" believers who knelt outside the school yard every day and begged to be included in the door wall. Always pry Zhu Dapeng in private, you might as well push the boat down the river and re-incorporate these guys into the left army. When fighting, each person stuffed Zhang Fu into their arms, and then let them take the lead in the charge, which is definitely a first-class human shield!

However, Zhu Dapeng resolutely refused to accept this suggestion, and would rather order someone to whip the believers outside the school field away, rather than let them pretend to be ghosts with him.

"My lord, this is refusing to admonish!" Seeing that Zhu Dapeng actually came against his own Tiyì, Mr. Su was so angry that his eyes were on fire, and he jumped to his feet and shouted.

Since the old guy has been in the long history of the Left Army, his temper has risen with the wind. At every turn, he had to jump to protest that Zhu Dapeng could not accept the advice of the contrary. And his advice is usually a matter of chicken and dog. For example, two dry meals a day is too wasteful of food, so it is better to reduce it to two thin and one dry. For example, the other battalions did not provide gruel in the morning, and the left battalion should not set such a precedent, so as not to be hated by others, and so on. In addition, he insisted that the neighbors who came to join him were well-known and intelligent, and should be nurtured as the core of the Governor's team. We should not treat them badly at every turn because we are close to them, so as to show the personal character of the Lord.

For these untenable Jianyi, Zhu Dapeng showed a stubbornness that was rare as an otaku in his previous life. Every time Mr. Su beat his chest in anger and threatened to hang up the crown. But in the blink of an eye, the old man had completely forgotten his own threat, and was carrying a sword that he had not yet gotten from there, and was babbling on the construction site.

Seeing Mr. Su like this, Zhu Dapeng couldn't help but want to laugh. The old guy may not be a qualified military advisor, but he is a very qualified contractor. He led a group of disciples and grandchildren under his command to organize the construction of the military camp and the garbage cleanup work of the university yard in an orderly manner, and the achievements are obvious to all.

This old man even used the banner of the Left Army Governor's Mansion to enclose several ownerless pastures next to the small river in the west of Xuzhou City. At the cost of taking care of two meals a day, the relatively strong women of the displaced people were organized to go to the wasteland, and as soon as the autumn equinox arrived, they would sow wheat. Although the output in the first year may not be very high, as long as Xuzhou is still in the hands of the Red Turban Army before the harvest next year, it will definitely be able to double or triple the cost invested this year.

Regarding Su Changshi's peasant habits that have penetrated into his bones, Zhu Dapeng knows it. Farming, mining, and recruiting soldiers are the three magic weapons he summed up when he played strategy games in his last life. The city of Xuzhou has been in existence for thousands of years, and the surrounding gold mines must have been mined for a long time. However, farming and recruiting soldiers can be implemented freely. And it can make him recall many happy days in his previous life. Sometimes, based on the hearsay experience of being an otaku in my previous life, pointing fingers near the farmland feels a special sense of accomplishment and warmth in my heart, whether the audience is willing to adopt it or not.

However, when the garbage on the school field was completely cleaned up, Zhu Dapeng, the governor of the Left Army, and Su Mingzhe, the commander of the Left Army, were both beaten back to their prototypes. Although the latter's training plan was cleverly proposed, it was all stolen from the division and did not involve any specific details. Implementing it is not the same thing at all. As for the former, all of our Zhu Dadudu's experience and theories in leading troops are from real-time strategy games, even if they are readjusted with reference to the content of the military training for college freshmen, it seems very nondescript. As soon as it is applied in practice, it is immediately full of jokes.

A very simple example is that in the game you create a pawn and use the mouse to make a circle and move it as you like. But in the real world, soldiers cannot be commanded with a mouse and a touch screen. Obviously put the team in order, let them move forward in unison. Less than thirty paces away, it was completely messed up. The soldiers can't find the generals, and the generals can't find the soldiers, and they shouted Zhu Dapeng and Su Mingzhe until their throats were bleeding, and it didn't have the slightest effect.

As for the warm-up activity in the 21 st century military training course, such as jogging for the whole team, it is even more difficult for the soldiers under Zhu Dapeng's command. In just more than 500 steps, some people have already rushed to the finish line, sitting on the ground and peeling off the straw shoe buckles, and some people are still dangling halfway. What's more, he actually squatted on the ground while running, covered his stomach with his hands, and vomited the gruel he ate in the morning.

The only thing that can make Zhu Dapeng and Mr. Su feel gratified is that the selection of officers in this team is going very smoothly. From the commander of the thousand, the centurion to the ten, they all found the "suitable" candidate in the shortest time. Some guys who didn't become officers often deliberately ran to Zhu Dapeng's side and slapped the flat chest muscles that were almost concave. It was as if this would attract the attention of the commander and fill the vacancy that would arise as the ranks continued to expand.

"Let all the officers above the commander of ten stay, and the others, you continue to arrange for them to open up the wasteland and farm!" was bruised and swollen by reality, and Zhu Dapeng had no choice but to give up the internal competition plan that he and Mr. Su had worked hard to devise. It was decided to start with the training of grassroots officers and gradually build their own elite division. I don't expect to be able to pull the entire left army to the battlefield within two or three months and expand the territory for Sesame Lee. At least we must strive to ensure that in the future defense of Xuzhou, there will be no one under our command.

This choice in desperation won Mr. Su's admiration, "Good! The Governor is wise. Back then, the founding emperor of Mengyuan was the cowardly Xue around him who cultivated through guò and brought out a million-strong army that swept the world. Now you can borrow his method."

"Get out, open up the wasteland and farm, don't pat yourself here!" Zhu Dapeng's face was flushed with praise, he raised his foot, and singled out Su Changshi half a foot away. "Lao Tzu cultivates cowardice? Lao Tzu knows what bullshit cowardice Xue is?!"

drove away Su Changshi, who was as annoying as a fly, and he was worried about the people in front of him again. Copied part of the military system of Mengyuan, and the current team formation of the Xuzhou Red Turban Army is also based on the simple and clear decimal system. Specifically, it is a ten-man for every ten soldiers, led by a ten-captain or a junior officer who is more urbane as he is called. For every ten tithes, they become a team of 100 men, led by a centurion. For every ten hundred-man teams, a thousand-man team is formed, and the leader of the team is the thousand-man commander. And so on

The number of troops stipulated by Sesame Li for the left army is 5,000, and at present, the Xuzhou army has not formed the habit of eating empty salaries. Therefore, the number of 5,000 soldiers is the real 5,000. Although it is not yet full, the shelves have been erected, and there is no shortage of officers at all levels. In addition, Mr. Su promoted a cadre of civilian posts with the army for personal gain, such as Ming Fa, Sicang, and Treasurer joining the army, and all the large and small officers added up to more than 600. huddled into a big ball in a big uproar, just waiting for Zhu Dapeng, the governor, to give him an opportunity.

"Take off all the shoes on your left foot, whether they are cloth shoes or straw sandals, put them all on your right hand!" was forced to have no choice, Zhu Dapeng turned his heart and simply adopted the most simple and crude way to strengthen the understanding of the officers under his command about the left and right. "That's all, learn from me!"

lest everyone not understand, he also took off the left one of the deerskin combat boots that Mr. Su had just bought for him a few days ago and put them on his right hand. "I'll shout later, and everyone will step into the unshoed one, and at the same time stretch forward the hand with the shoe. I shouted two, and I stepped on the foot that put on the shoe, lifted the hand without the shoe, and so on! Do you understand! ”

"Got it!" Seeing that Lord Du actually led by example, he walked barefoot. The officers immediately put away the smiles on their faces. Tear your throat open and respond with a rambling tongue.

"Look! One, two, one, one, two, one! Just like that, give you a day, time must learn to walk! If you can't learn, you will be removed from your post and go to open up wasteland and farm! Zhu Dapeng took a deep breath, raised his head with his chest straight, shouted the trumpet, and took the lead to walk forward.

"Boom, boom, crackle!" The homeless people, who had just become officers, did not want to be removed from their posts and stumbled after him. Around the school grounds, one circle, another circle. At the beginning, it was inevitable to fall a few heels, break a few ankles, and walk a lot of crutches. But as I walked, the movements of my hands and feet gradually became coordinated.

Some of them who are more serious and clever still follow Zhu Dapeng's example, proudly raise their heads, follow the beat, "one two one, one two one, one two one", and walk into a unique scenery.

ps: If you don't vote for flowers, please vote, if you don't collect, please accept it, the drunkards don't have 3,000 chengguans, and there are no million male soldiers, so it's up to everyone to rush to the list!