The Shenxian school field is in the south of the city, it is a 400-square-meter place, there is a two-meter-high parade platform behind the venue, and then there is a courtyard for the head of the church to rest and work.

Outside the gate of the courtyard, there is a white marble pedestal, the pedestal is a flagpole platform, and a pale cyan dragon tooth flag is hung on the three-meter-high bronze flagpole, which is shaking in the cold wind at this moment.

A few meters from the entrance of the school yard is a dilapidated poplar table, on which a wooden sign with a white background is written "Recruitment Office" in three square brush characters.

The glyph is square, the strokes are stiff, horizontal and vertical, horizontal and vertical, horizontal and vertical, and the pen is angular and angular, which at first glance looks like a printing press.

A few men who looked like military schools sat there in charge of registration, and there were two long lines of crooked and slanted lines outside the narrow doorway, all of them young men dressed in tattered and gray faces.

"Uncle, save my child, right? Okay, save my child! Chu Suifeng was about to go inside when he was stopped by a woman with a cloak and a baby in her arms.

Seeing this, Ding Keze and a few guards raised their eyebrows and pushed the ragged woman.

"Who? Is the way of the Thousand Households also something that a pariah like you can stop? ”

After that, a soldier actually pulled out half of his waist knife with a loud noise, so frightened that the woman retreated to the side with tears and scolding, and her eyes were still looking at Chu Suifeng without moving away.

The people queuing up next to him saw a commotion for a while, many people scolded and scolded non-stop, and the people nearby also pointed, and their eyebrows and eyes changed color.

Chu Suifeng's nose was sour, and he hugged Ding Keze and several guards, walked up to the woman with a blue face, and asked softly.

"This sister-in-law, is the child okay? Have you eaten? ”

As soon as these words came out, the woman was stunned for a while, and then she fell to her knees and cried.

"Adult, the child has not fed for a day. My head burns badly, save my child! Let me do anything. ”

After that, he cried non-stop, holding the child and kowtowing, and there was a knocking sound on the ground.

The people next to him sighed for a while, and some understood that this person's husband was killed in the Daimyo's Mansion to resist the Qing soldiers, so he ended up in such a situation.

"Call the doctor! Do you hear that? Go! Chu Suifeng's eyes turned red instantly!

Wasn't he a common man in the first place?

What is the difference between these people in front of them, those who eat the people and drink the people, and no matter the people, are they still people?

Pigs and dogs are not as good!

Ding Keze was stunned for a moment, then reacted and beckoned the two pro-soldiers to call the doctor, and asked the other few to drink Xie Qian, who was in charge of recruiting soldiers, and brought quilts, food and hot water to the woman in front of him.

Chu squatted down with the wind to inspect the baby, about a year old, his face was flushed, and his body was trembling.

He touched the child's forehead with the back of his hand, and it was really hot, and he shook his hands and feet, which was cold.

Knowing that he had symptoms such as typhoid fever, he comforted the young woman.

"Sister-in-law, the child should be typhoid fever. Don't worry, the doctor will be here soon. ”

At this time, Xie Qian came with a thick white quilt, and Chu Suifeng hurriedly took it over and wrapped the child's body and returned it to the woman.

The woman was so moved that she burst into tears, and her mouth was full of benefactors.

The people around nodded their heads, and I don't know who applauded first, followed by applause and praise one after another.

Chu Suifeng turned around and glared viciously at Ding Keze, who was clapping, who hung his head with a red face.

After another half of the ring, after the doctor arrived, Chu handed over the woman and the child to the other party with the wind, and after careful advice, he raised his head and entered the school grounds.

The school yard was crowded with black people, and many newly hired soldiers were shouted by the officers to stand in line on the field, and according to the calculation of 500 people in a square, there were already 3,500 people.

Adding the original troops and deserters, Chu Suifeng roughly estimated that there were about 5,000 people.

He now commanded nearly two battalions.

Those people knew what was going on outside, and when they saw Chu Suifeng coming over, they all bowed their heads and bowed their hands to show their respect, and Chu Suifeng frequently returned the salute when he saw it, which made Ding Keze and a few pro-soldiers envious.

As soon as Chu Suifeng's footsteps stopped, he elbowed Ding Keze, who leaned over, only to hear Chu Suifeng say with emotion.

"The eyes of the common people are bright, and they will respect you only if they cherish the people."

Hearing the latter's frequent nodding, he was about to speak, but saw Xie Qian, who was sweating profusely, catching up from behind.

"A thousand households, a thousand households. Now there are more than 1,200 people in exceedance, and there is not a single weapon or something. ”

The latter said breathlessly while wiping the sweat from his forehead with his shabby dark red sleeves.

Chu Suifeng glanced at the other party with a calm face, and went straight inside without speaking.

Xie Qian was about to catch up, Ding Keze tugged at the corner of his clothes slightly, and the latter looked back impatiently and asked.

"Lao Ding, what's the matter?"

Ding Keze lowered his voice and said mysteriously.

"I heard that you have found a talent here, and Chu Qianhu is here for this."

The latter nodded knowingly and arched his hand towards Ding Keze and said.

"Thanks, brother."

Ding Keze hurriedly shook his hand humbly and said with a wicked smile.

"You're welcome, you just have a treat in the evening."

The other party then glared at Ding Keze viciously, and the latter looked at the clear blue sky and hummed a little song.

As soon as Chu Suifeng arrived in front of the recruits, the officers shouted at the recruits to salute, so the family made a "salute" to Chu Suifeng in a haphazard and chaotic manner.

Those who bow down, those who bend down, and even those who climb down and kowtow, and all kinds of things.

The officers on the side blushed and kept scolding and kicking the group of recruits with their feet, Chu Suifeng saw it and waved his hand, and the group of officers knew that Chu Suifeng was going to speak, and they all retreated to the side.

This group of recruits was about fifteen or sixteen years old, and the older half of the white hair was nearly fifty years old, wearing the dark red mandarin duck battle jackets of the Ming army, and some were holding weapons and wooden sticks.

Chu Suifeng sighed for a while when he saw it, and bowed to this group of recruits with his fists.

Rumble!

"My lord, I can't help it, I can't help it!"

"General, I'm sorry. It's a shame! ”

When the people on the other side saw it, there was a big mess for a while, and then they began to return the salute one after another.

Chu stood up with the wind and pointed to the sky with infinite emotion and said.

"Old and young masters, I'm sorry! No one can share a single weapon or armor. I'm sorry for you! ”

There was a noise on the other side for a while, and then Hula fell to his knees.

"In this special period, the state is in a tight situation, and we can't give us weapons and clothing. But then we don't fight? The Tartars invaded my homeland and killed my parents, wife and children, it is really hateful!

This battle is not fought for others, but for ourselves! It's for our dead parents, brothers, and children! ”

These words were sonorous and impassioned, and some of the people who came to serve as soldiers themselves had lost their relatives, and they wept when Chu Suifeng said this, and the others were also touching, and they gritted their teeth with hatred.

"Kill the Tartars!" Chu pulled the sword out of the dark purple scabbard with the wind, and the shiny sword surface shone in the sunlight.

"Kill the Tartars!" An earth-shattering roar rang out on the playground, and although the accents were different, they were uniform.

When the people outside the school field heard this, they rushed in, and they were moved to tears when they saw the soldiers' fighting spirits, they had not encountered such a unit for a long time.

Although the weapons are inferior, this spirit, this fighting spirit of not being afraid of death, not admitting defeat, and daring to fight to the death against a strong enemy, is enough to defeat the enemy.