After the implementation of the General Law, the Great Song Dynasty completely abolished the titles of Iron Cavalry and Dragon Guard, and instead called the first general and the second general according to the serial number.

"General" does not refer to a certain general, for example, it is usually said that Zhi Keshi is the first general of Jingyuan, not that Zhi Keshi ranks first among the generals on Jingyuan Road, but refers to the people and horses he leads belong to the first general, and the "town" of the Qing Dynasty is the "town" of the Qing Dynasty, or the military units of "division" or "brigade" in later generations.

It's just that the number of each division in later generations was roughly equal, but the number of generals in the Great Song Dynasty was quite different, and the specific number of generals in each division was determined according to the actual needs of the garrison. Some have one or two thousand, some can reach four or five thousand.

This is the same as the old practice of Wang Anshi's original implementation of the law of placing generals, but the number of men and horses of each general in the Gyeonggi area is roughly the same, about 2,500 people.

Li Yizhong led the first general of Gyeonggi, and Bao Yi led the fourth general. The difference is that Li Yizhong's first will be cavalry, and Bao Yi's fourth will be infantry.

At present, the ordnance supervisor has produced a total of more than 2,000 flintlock pistols, which are equipped with the first and fourth generals respectively, and the imperial court is concerned about not equipping a single general; If the flintlock pistol is in the hands of a certain general, the imperial court is a little uneasy, so even if only 2,000 are produced at present, they are equipped with two generals separately to achieve the effect of containing each other.

In the barracks located outside the Xuanwu Gate, the men and horses of the first and fourth generals each stood in unison on the school field, it was raining heavily, the playground was confused, and the rain washed away the soldiers who stood like stone sculptures.

Their clothes were soaked, but none of them dared to move. Because Yang Yi was standing in the rain with a whip and like them.

"Stand upright!"

Yang Yi roared, and the two thousand centaurs immediately snapped, put their feet together, raised their heads and straightened their faces, and looked ahead.

"Let's go!"

The roar started again, and two thousand feet stepped out at the same time, a little out of tune, once Yang Yi saw it, whether you are a soldier or a general, I will give you a whip, although it will not open the flesh, but it is enough for you to bruise for a few days, even if it is Li Yizhong and Bao Yi, he will not be polite, but will only beat him harder.

The army is a violent machine, there is no reason with you here, give an order, and clean you up if the execution is not in place; Yang Yi's previous training in the army was ten times more difficult than this, for example, if you didn't do enough to do ups and downs, you couldn't get up, and the instructor stepped directly on the shoulders and neck, and there was no politeness to you. You don't want to be stepped on, and train yourself until you meet the requirements.

Now Yang Yi is also so strict with these people, the heavy rain in the world is a fart, even if it is shit in front, you can't move if you don't let you move.

Yang Yi followed them, and the steps of the two thousand people were sonorous, raised in unison, and fell, and the stagnant water on the ground was trampled and splashed.

Yang Yi didn't do the military training of later generations in the army before, because he felt that it was unnecessary, but now it is different, after being equipped with a flintlock pistol, the flintlock pistol has a limited rate of fire, and when dealing with fast cavalry, it can only use sectional shooting, so it is necessary to achieve a strict formation and uniform movements; Therefore, Yang Yi came up with the training method of later generations.

The 2,000 people were divided into two phalanxes, stepping forward, and with each step, they felt the earth shake for it, making people feel that the two phalanxes were like two tight machines, and the cohesion of the whole was very shocking.

In front of him was the Jinglong River, Yang Yi, who was following the phalanx, did not have the slightest intention of ordering to stop, looking at the rolling river in front of him, a soldier in the first row of the phalanx couldn't help but look at Yang Yi.

"Murong Zhi! What to watch? Yang Yi immediately rushed over and gave him a whip, "Before Lao Tzu changed the military order, there was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of me, and you fucking want to step on it for me, understand?" ”

"My lord, I see!" After the soldier was beaten, he straightened his waist and walked forward proudly, without squinting.

With him as an example, others no longer dared to have doubts, and walked straight into the river, the first row, the second row, and walked into the river in rows, until the river did not reach their mouths, before Yang Yi did not stop, although the formation was scattered by the current, no one dared to stop.

"Stand upright!"

"Turn back!"

"Let's go!"

The first general, with more than 1,000 horses and horses, had not been able to join in such training, and they were watching under the eaves of the barracks, and although it was hard to continue training in the pouring rain, their eyes showed a look of great envy.

Not only because those who can participate in the training will first be equipped with infinitely powerful flintlock pistols, but also because this is Yang Yi himself as an instructor, Yang Yi's brilliant achievements make everyone in the market say that he is the reincarnation of Huo Hussar, in the Song army, Yang Yi's reputation is incomparable, and every soldier will feel honored to be able to coach him personally.

Yang Yi's current official position is a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, because he is also an official position of the Privy Council, he can barely be regarded as a member of the military, but he is not needed to train the army, but Yang Yi has his own considerations; First of all, the training of the new army of this thermal weapon no one is more familiar than him; At the same time, Yang Yi also wanted to fight with the soldiers and personally bring out an army in Gyeonggi, although he didn't want to rebel against his son, but it was always good to have a descendant army by his side, so he took the initiative to ask for help.

These days, the training queue is generally in the morning, and the afternoon training is to reload and shoot, in order to bring out an elite army, each person is not less than 10 rounds of live ammunition per day, they are already relatively proficient in the operation of firearms, and it is no longer a problem to shoot three rounds of ammunition in one minute.

Since the training began this morning, the heavy rain has not stopped, and there is still no sign of stopping in the afternoon, so Yang Yi has no choice but to cancel this afternoon's shooting training.

He braved the rain and returned to the door of his house, full of **, just Qingniang took Xiao Ai, each holding an oil-paper umbrella and coming back from outside.

She hurriedly ran over, put the umbrella on Yang Yi's head, and said with a look of regret: "Brother Yang, why are you like this, why don't you bring an umbrella?" ”

"Okay, be careful not to get drenched in you, go!"

Yang Yi was afraid that the rain on her body would wet her, so she ran up the steps first.

Looking back, Qing Niang is holding an oil-paper umbrella in one hand, holding a skirt in the other, and behind her is a misty rain curtain.

It is very appropriate to say that Qing Niang is a poetic soul, she often goes out to find poetry in the rain, after the snow, and on moonlit nights.

The hem of her skirt is already a little wet, but Yang Yi won't say anything about her because of this, Qingniang herself is an incomparably beautiful poem, she should have belonged to the spring and snow, and the moonlit night is a part of the Ping Lake.

Qing Niang commanded, and Xiao Ai hurriedly ran into the backyard first and boiled water for Yang Yi.

The two of them walked along the rain corridor, the autumn wind and rain outside the eaves, the remnants of the pond were swaying, and the high willows in the courtyard danced.

Yang Yi was wet in clothes, leaving a trail of water behind her, the regret on Qing Niang's face did not disappear, Yang Yi in order to divert her attention, remembered that she went out in the rain to find poetry, and also wanted to tease her, so he whispered:

Where is the synthesis of sorrow? Leaving people's hearts in autumn, even if the plantain does not rain, it is also fluttering.

The weather is cool at night, there is a bright moon, and I am afraid of going upstairs.

The old man rests in his dreams, the flowers are empty, the swallows are resigned, and the guests are still drowned.

The weeping willow does not linger in the nepot, and the long is tied to the boat.

When Qing Niang heard this, she was really stupid, and her footsteps stopped, Yang Yi smiled secretly, feeling that it was fun to tease Qing Niang occasionally, this girl likes these, so she should give her a small gift from time to time, as long as she likes it, Yang Yi doesn't care about everything.

Yang Yi didn't bother her anymore, she went back to the backyard to take a hot shower first, and when she came to the study, she saw Qing Niang writing in ink, and on the red Xue Tao note, the juanxiu font was written exactly the word he had just recited.

Qing Niang has grown into a jade Li Tingting girl, the appearance of the pen and the book is light and elegant, the ethereal is full of youthful breath, the light silk robe can not hide the grace of her waist, the wind blowing in outside the window, so that the soft curve of her body is revealed.

Perhaps because she received caresses from time to time, the pair of pepper milk on her chest had been raised up, showing the beauty of ups and downs.

Yang Yi gently hugged her from behind, her soft waist was slender, her lower abdomen was smooth and warm, and there was a faint virgin fragrance on her body, which was as elegant as an orchid.

Qing Niang insisted on finishing the words, and then leaned into his arms and said with satisfaction: "Brother Yang, is this what you just made?" ”

"This is not important, the important thing is that Qingniang likes it."

"Of course I like it, as long as it's made by Brother Yang, everyone likes it."

Yang Yi's cheeks gently rubbed her cheeks, and the skin of her cheeks and neck was like a freshly peeled perfumed pear, fair and smooth, crystal clear.

"What are these words, and must my lyrics be good?"

"Produced by Yang Yi, it must be a high-quality product, hee hee ......"

"Hahaha......" laughing, Yang Yi couldn't help but think of the days when he opened a salt well in Forrest Gump Mountain in Huanzhou, how fast! He laughed and said, "That Qingniang product must be a masterpiece." ”

Qing Niang's pair of jade arms turned back and hugged his legs, and said with half a point of resentment: "No, people went out for a long time today, and they couldn't get a word of agreement, alas, it's still Brother Yang's interests, and it is a good sentence to say it casually." ”

"Well...... this" Scholar Yang finally showed a hint of Niuni, but thinking that he had contributed a lot to the Great Song Dynasty, plagiarizing a few words should be forgivable, hehe! It's still the same sentence: a strong life doesn't need to be explained!

Qing Niang didn't know what he was thinking, but he was modest, his soft body turned lightly, the jade arm was wrapped around his neck, and he smiled and offered a girl's fragrant kiss, and then smiled affectionately, and the two pear sockets on the cheeks were like wine and intoxicating.

"Brother Yang, everyone is almost sixteen!"

Yang Yi pecked lightly on her gently pursed red lips, and then looked left and right, as if looking for something.

"Sixteen? Where's Sixteen? I'll see. ”

"Ah, Brother Yang, you scoundrel!"

"Okay, dare to scold me, it seems that I will clean you up."

"Hmm......"

Qing Niang's lips were blocked, and she could only find a muffled snort, and her graceful body leaned softly in his arms, responding to his request emotionally.

Yang Yi reached into her thin clothes with one hand, held the two soft pigeon breasts and kneaded them gently, now he had to admit that Qing Niang was really almost sixteen and grew up!

(To be continued)