Taking advantage of the evening, Yang Wangui first led people to pick up the ammunition buried in the ground, and then pulled it to the river by car.

Then it was more difficult, because of the need for secrecy, all the hundreds of boxes had to be loaded onto the ship by manpower, and Yang Wangui only brought more than 30 of his carefully selected and most credible subordinates to handle this matter. Most of the others were in charge of guarding the perimeter, and the local residents were not allowed to approach the river, so it took a little time to load the ship because of the manpower.

Fortunately, Ye Zuwen also understands the rules, he stuffed Yang Wangui with a big red envelope of 200 yuan, and then stuffed 15 yuan for each soldier, which is almost worth two months' salary, and each person also added a pack of cigarettes. With the benefits, everyone will naturally not complain about the hard work, let alone shout about tonight's events.

At dawn the next day, these weapons were transported to Hankou, and the patrol room of the British Concession was also honored, and naturally no one stupidly ran to the dock to inquire about this matter, and the representative of the Zongshe Party saw the arms docking, and immediately got on the ship to inspect the goods, and when he saw that it was really new, he was greatly relieved, and he was very relieved that his errand was done very smoothly, and he could also deal with the prince when he returned to Beijing.

The representative also excitedly shook Ye Zuwen's hand and said: "Boss Ye, thank you very much, I will write down your loyalty to the imperial court, and I will definitely show the prince when I return to the capital." ”

The remaining 500,000 yuan was naturally handed over to Ye Zuwen through HSBC on the same day, and as for the arms, they were exchanged for German ships at the wharf, went down the river and then transported to Zhang Xun in Huaibei by canal.

As for how much pure blood of revolutionaries will be stained with these weapons, it is not something that Wang Zhenyu has to consider. He actually comforted himself, if the blood of the revolutionaries was not shed a little, how could the red flag be dyed red.

Fortune is expected Wang Zhenyu was in a terrible mood during this time, seeing everyone smiling, the whole camp obviously felt the warmth of spring, although at this moment Hanyang was snowing lightly.

After a few more days, although the weather was a little colder, Wang Zhenyu, who had made a fortune, looked at his subordinates who lived a small day every day and drank a little wine, and he had a different idea, and he felt that it was necessary for him to train his troops. After all, these people are their biggest capital and reliance in this era, and there is nothing wrong with training the capital to be stronger, and although there is no direction for how to go next, the strength of the combat effectiveness of the army in his hand is related to how far he can go in this era.

He said that he would do it, and immediately convened a meeting of the officers of the whole battalion.

"What? No way! Yang Wangui and the others couldn't close their mouths in surprise.

At the officer meeting just now, Wang Zhenyu gave a very clear order for the so-called winter training:

Every morning, five kilometers of parade and military subject training in the morning, and cultural classes in the afternoon, once every five days, a forty-mile march with a load.

Holding this winter training jihua book, which seemed a bit whimsical to everyone, the team members were completely stunned.

This time, even Yang Wangui, a sycophant, took the lead in protesting: "Wang Guandai, now that the fighting has stopped, look at how many of the civilian army troops in our neighboring defense area are still exercising?" If you want to go out of exercise, our brother has nothing to say, and it is natural for a soldier to eat food. But look at what you have done, it's very high, and the brothers below are going to make trouble nine times out of ten. ”

Song Xianfu shouted: "That's it, that's it, Wang Guandao, let's not talk about these old Song who are running and marching, we are soldiers who endure hardships, but look at this There is also a cultural class, all of our big-headed soldiers are illiterate, you forced them to take cultural classes, didn't you make them suffer?" ……”

Several teams are moving Wang Zhenyu from the next generation, and the very complacent winter training jihua is worthless.

Wang Zhenyu, who originally wanted to pretend to be generous and discuss with everyone, changed his face from red to white, then white to purple, and then from purple to black, Zuihou couldn't bear it, Wang Zhenyu slapped the table angrily: "You, you, you, and you all get out of Lao Tzu, if anyone dares to oppose it again, twenty military sticks, those who are unwilling to participate in the winter training will directly take off their military uniforms and bare-ass to Lao Tzu and go back to Hunan, Lao Tzu's troops will not accept this uncle." Get lost! ”

Seeing that the pipe band was really angry, the team members were so frightened that they ran out of the battalion headquarters. The army is not a place to talk about **, since the boss has decided, where do you dare to say anything, you have to go back to your own team, and prepare to fuck and kill those big soldiers.

From this day on, the officers and men of the 2nd Battalion of the 1st Division of the 1st Division of the Hunan-Hunan Army retreated to the old society step by step. Every morning, before the chickens crowed, the officers went crazy and whipped them out of bed with sticks and escorted them to run five kilometers first. By the way, it is also specially stipulated that if a zuihou person does not eat breakfast, he will be punished for falling behind. It was so cold, the lungs were cold when they ran and took a breath, and the stinging soldiers gritted their teeth with hatred, secretly greeting the female relatives of the team and the shed's family.

After breakfast, everything is not over yet, first honestly in the playground punishment station (the military posture of the big head soldier management station is called the punishment station) for half an hour. Then there is military subject training, shooting, bayonet fighting, hand-to-hand combat anyway, there are new tricks every day, until the lunch that has been tossed, after half a month, the soldiers are all exhausted by the toss, all the bodies are blue and purple, and the skin and flesh are not thick or rough.

However, according to the general viewpoint of the officers and men of the whole battalion, the above is relatively happy, because such a large amount of training is not paid in vain, three meals a day, meat at a meal, not to mention the amount of food, and from time to time there is a small wine for everyone to drink a few cups to keep warm, which should be placed in the hometown, even the small landlord may not be able to eat so well at once. Oh, by the way, everyone eats meat while not forgetting to take care of the good of the adult.

The saddest thing was after lunch, the cultural class.

This time, it's not just the soldiers, but the officers who want to cry without tears!

Although the 49 standard belongs to the new army, the Hunan New Army trained relatively late, and it can be seen from Wang Zhenyu's phenomenon that the Hunan Army can be awarded the right after graduating from the primary school of the Hunan Army.

The cultural level of the Hunan New Army is not at all the same level as that of the Hubei New Army, which has the No. 3 Middle School of the Army. Yang Wangui and other officers were still platoon commanders before the revolution, and they were all transferred from the old ranks, and the biggest characteristic of such officers was that they were proud of being uneducated. In Wang Zhenyu's view, any army can indeed form combat effectiveness in a period of time by using military law, patriarchal law and other systems as a link, but such combat effectiveness is difficult to last for a long time. In order for an army to maintain combat effectiveness for a long time, it must have ideology and culture, specifically, it must know what it is fighting for? Therefore, cultural education is indispensable. In a word, Wang Zhenyu insisted that an army without culture has no future.

After lunch, there was a half-hour break, and then Ma Xicheng or Zhao Dongsheng hit the bottom of the basin with a stick: "The whole battalion is assembled, and the battalion commander has given a lecture to everyone." ”

When the officers and men of the whole battalion heard the voices of Ma Xicheng or Zhao Dongsheng, it was as if they had seen a life talisman, all of them were pale, their limbs were weak, and some of them even cried bitterly: Kill me, I would rather die than go to class.

Wang Zhenyu's answer to this is very clear, you have to take the class before you die.

Because there is no professional teacher, Wang Zhenyu is teaching this cultural class alone.

Due to the lack of teaching materials, the cultural class has largely become Wang Zhenyu's one-man water blowing class, which makes Wang Zhenyu, who almost became a university teacher in later generations, feel a sense of self-achievement.

As for the content of cultural courses, they are generally history courses, war history courses, and patriotism education courses. However, in the very beginning of the stage, there was only one course, literacy class, teaching everyone to recognize 20 words every day, and then let everyone silently the next day, and it would be a tragedy if they couldn't be silent. But the most common situation, after the two crosses are taught, I forget half of them on the first day, I remember a few on the second day, and I forget them all on the third day. These fools were so angry that Wang Zhenyu vomited blood, and he wanted to beat them to death.

"You, 100 push-ups, can't finish dinner, go ...... now!" At this time, Wang Zhenyu was like a trumpet hair dryer blowing the officers and men of the second battalion one by one, and even the officers of the team could not be spared. Every time it was time for silent writing, Song Xianfu and Hao Bing scratched their ears and cheeks like monkeys, they were so anxious that their eyes glanced in the direction of Yang Wangui from time to time.

This is the reason why the officers and soldiers of Weishenme heard that they were going to attend class as if they had died their own father.

The above is the Hanyang training that was repeatedly touted by historians and said to be a new page in history.

Through the whole training, the tactical awareness and military quality of the whole battalion were generally improved, which also laid the foundation for Wang Zhenyu's future army expansion. However, for the participants who were trained, it was a painful memory that could not be recalled......

In the blink of an eye, almost a month has passed since the first meeting.

Over there, Wang Zhenyu trained the officers and soldiers of the second battalion to death, and the business here was also progressing very smoothly.

Ye Zuwen is really a capable person in the shopping mall, because of the war, most of the import business has stopped. And Ye Zuwen, who is good at dancing with long sleeves, personally went to Shanghai Hanyeping Coal and Iron Works and Mining Co., Ltd., met some key people, accompanied him for a meal, and went out with red envelopes one by one, and soon opened up the joints. Therefore, it was sold at a very good price, two sets of equipment for eight million yuan. Although it is 2 million less than the original contract signed by Ruicheng, it is 2 million more than Wang Zhenyu's expectations. Wang Zhenyu did not break his promise, of which 1.6 million yuan was given to Ye Zuwen as a reward for cooperation, as for the remaining 6.4 million, 6 million were deposited by Wang Zhenyu in HSBC, and the other 400,000 yuan, Wang Zhenyu proposed for his own use.

It costs money to carry out the whole training, such a large amount of exercise, not good wine and good meat to serve, 10,000 meters a day, how can you let the brothers persevere in this cold winter.

Now that he has a huge amount of money in his hand, Wang Zhenyu feels unprecedentedly very down-to-earth, you must know that in the future Wang Zhenyu's ideal of life is to count the money and count the cramps in his hands. 400,000 yuan, according to the price standard of 2013 in later generations, that is more than 100 million. (44 pounds of flour and three silver dollars, count it yourself.) The most unclear thing on this shijie is probably the fate of people. Ye Zuwen, who was already on the verge of bankruptcy and was waiting for everyone to see the jokes, actually came back to life overnight, and became a tycoon in the Hankou Concession, and the spring breeze was very proud. Ye Zuwen also took the opportunity of the turbulent situation to acquire and purchase properties everywhere, and the magnanimity of his hands made me wonder how many people are envious, jealous and hateful of him.

So when facing Wang Zhenyu, Ye Zuwen's heart was not only grateful, but also grateful. His feeling of gratitude is no less than that of the second person, except for taking care of Wang Zhenyu's business, Ye Zuwen no longer thinks about it.