A soldier wearing a long gray knee-length trench coat and a steel helmet with pointed ramming horns on his head squatted on the side of a dirt road with his rifle in his hand. Beside him, soldiers in the same uniform were next to each other, densely paved on both sides of the dirt road.

"At this time of year, the hell is going to be pulled out for a few days, it's really fatal." An infantry platoon commander also squatted on the ground, fiddling with his lunch box and complaining in a low voice.

Since the Apocalypse, the army of the Ming Dynasty has carried out a series of reforms, the specific name is the reform of the military division, regiment, battalion and company structure, the army is set up up in the group army, and the group army is set up in the military region - when the Emperor of the Apocalypse made the Northern Expedition to Siberia, this system was spread to Western countries, and now the army of the world is using this army system except for Japan, which has to be changed and re-learned.

"Boom!" "Boom!" On the hillside in the distance, huge pillars of smoke formed by the cannon bombardment followed one after another, as if to completely destroy the mountains. It was an artillery group shelling an imaginary enemy, and it was also an essential part of this exercise.

Several of the recruits, apparently completely ravaged by the long journey, were unable to form human shapes, lying on their knapsacks, moaning in pain. The ramming horns on the Chinese steel helmet were "invented" by the Emperor of the Apocalypse, which not only conformed to the traditional aesthetics of the Ming army, but also had many more very practical uses - it could ram the enemy during hand-to-hand combat, and it could also prevent soldiers from using steel helmets as stools in peacetime.

"Stand up! Rise! Stand upright! An officer galloped across the dirt road on a tall horse, shouting loudly to the foot soldiers on both sides of the road to their loose feet: "Get ready! Stand up! Get ready! Hurry up! ”

So the scattered soldiers began to get up in a sparse manner, some slapping the dust off their bodies, others quietly cursing as they picked up their backpacks. The whole team was loose and collapsed, and they gathered haphazardly under the scolding of the squad leader and the platoon commander one by one.

The most powerful Ming Empire once relied on the Imperial 1st Army to sweep Mobei and include Moscow, the current capital of the Soviet Union. However, after the decline of the empire, several reckless foreign wars have been defeated one after another, and those former glories have become a thing of the past.

Therefore, these elite soldiers, who have terrified the armies of all countries in the past years, have also weakened with the passage of time into a group of peasants and craftsmen who eat and wait for death.

And in this era of peace, it is the soldiers who are treated the worst, the army is the most loosely managed, and the poor soldiers are the least statused. The failure of the last time to suppress the rebellion of the Jin State in Jiliao brought the once glorious Ming Dynasty to a low point, and made the country almost no longer interested in foreign expansion.

Amid the cacophony, the troops began to advance slowly, the soldiers pushing each other and huddled together towards their destination. The neighing of the war horses came and went, and the voices of scolding and invective were almost continuous.

On the hillside in the distance, a major put down the telescope in his hand and shook his head regretfully. At first, when he received the order to mobilize his troops to travel long distances to this position, he thought that he had finally waited for an opportunity, but unfortunately the reality was so cruel that it turned out that he was still overjoyed.

It turned out that only his battalion in the entire group army had arrived at the battle site on time, and if his battalion had been effectively supported to attack at that time, it might have taken advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness to seize a defensive line.

In the distance, two fat and sturdy horses galloped away, and a colonel officer waved a horsewhip and bumped all the way to the major battalion commander. He reined in his horse, and then pointed at the major who was standing with his horsewhip: "Zhang Jianjun? Are you Zhang Jianjun? ”

"It's Zhang Jianjun." The major hurriedly straightened up and placed his fist in front of his left chest: "The 1st Battalion of the Infantry Battalion under the 2nd Regiment of the 2nd Infantry Division of the 7th Army of the Royal Army......"

"Alright, alright! You're in luck! Come with this person, Jingshi has a great future waiting for you. The colonel, apparently impatient to listen to his subordinates' introduction of his official position, interrupted Zhang Jianjun's self-introduction with a wave of his horsewhip, and pointed to the officer on horseback behind him as he spoke.

Golden sleeves? Intertwined ears of wheat? The young officer in front of him turned out to be the Son of Heaven's pro-army Jinyi Guard? Zhang Jianjun hurriedly saluted, but the other party obviously didn't give face, and without looking at him, he said coldly to the colonel officer next to him: "I'm going back in a hurry to restore my life, take a horse and go, it's not arrogance, right?" ”

"Hahaha! Where's the sir...... It's just a horse, just ride away. The colonel hurriedly laughed and jumped off his horse. It can be seen that the background of the Jinyi guard officer is quite deep, and he can even shake the official authority in the face of an officer who is several levels older than himself.

The brocade guard only looked at Zhang Jianjun at this time, his face was still cold and impersonal: "Zhang Jianjun, I am in the name of the prince, and I will transfer you to serve in the guard regiment directly under the prince's direct jurisdiction, you can't delay, get on the horse and follow me." ”

Prince? Zhang Jianjun was stunned, there were at least 5,000 battalion commanders in the entire Ming Empire, how could he, an ordinary grassroots officer from a poor background, get into the eyes of His Royal Highness the Prince?

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"You walked around the group army known as the Imperial Sword, and you promoted such a small battalion commander?" In the prince's camp, Zhu Mu, the prince of the Ming Empire, used the long sword in his hand to fiddle with the incense burner under the table, and looked at Wang Jue, who was dusty, with a puzzled face.

As soon as Wang Jue entered the room, he found a chair and sat down, he was weak since he was a child, and he only got a little better after visiting famous doctors. The emperor and the Wang family are good friends, and Wang Jue has also been talented and intelligent since he was a child, so His Majesty the Emperor looks at Wang Jue even more pleasing to the eye, and gives him the privilege of not kneeling when he sees people, and there are few people in the cabinet who have this privilege in the dynasty.

This young master of the Wang family, who was a classmate of the crown prince and called the emperor's uncle, opened his mouth and laughed: "This man named Zhang Jianjun was successful in his studies when he was a teenager and was sent to the German Berlin Military Academy for further study. After returning to China for 4 years, he can still maintain the sharp edges and corners of that soldier, which is naturally a material that can be made. If you don't want it, Your Highness, then I will be stuffed into the Beijing Division Guard Army, and you will be returned to the rank of general in three years. ”

"Good!" Zhu Mu nodded, and set a future for this little battalion commander: "It's a waste to give it to me, I'll leave it to you, I'll wait to employ people!" ”