After dinner, the recruits walked around the camp to eat, or gathered in groups to chat.

Yang Yifei is a little far away from the camp, and still temporarily releases the prefabricated house as a temporary residence for Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu, and then takes them to Marshal Tartar's Mansion to see the environment at dawn tomorrow, and "decorate" the house by the way.

The Tartar Marshal's Mansion is in the west of the city, dozens of zhang away from the barracks, as the supreme leader of the army, it is natural to be very close to the barracks, which is also the reason why Daisun can rush to the south of the city with the army so quickly.

As tens of thousands of Tartars left Chang'an, a large number of houses were vacated in Chang'an City, including mansions where Tartar nobles lived, and ordinary houses where Tartar people lived.

Yang Yifei will send people to register them one by one in the future, and these mansions and houses can be used to reward meritorious soldiers and future court officials.

This operation can avoid the official construction of the People's Republic of China, resulting in the scene of "prosperity, the people suffer, die, and the people suffer", and at the same time, it can also avoid further damage to the ecological environment, after all, the environment around Chang'an is already not very good.

At night, after the recruits fell asleep, the Taoist priests needed to stand guard and be on duty, and in any case, it was impossible not to arrange sentry posts in the barracks.

Although there are fewer people, the Quanzhen disciples are not ordinary people, and they are equipped with munitions, and they are on duty at night for half an hour per post, divided into 8 posts, and there are exactly 6 people per post.

The six leaders of Qiu Chuji, Yin Zhiping, Miao Daoyi, Daniel Zhang, Tian Peng, and Liu Yuxuan did not need to stand guard, but they had to take turns to get up at night to check their posts, and Yang Yifei sent an alarm clock to each person, and they would coordinate the time.

Of course, Yang Yifei himself occasionally gets up to check the post, and now that he has officially formed an army, he should be vigilant at all.

Although they are still small in personnel and the scope of their settlement is not large, the scope of this camp is not small, and the wooden fence more than two meters high at the edge of the camp can only block ordinary people, but it cannot prevent martial arts masters.

Yang Yifei pondered, I have to install a circle of solar street lamps inside and outside the camp, that thing is cheap, 3 points a plane, and the whole 100 planes will not hurt the muscles and bones, so that the camp will be lit up at any time, and the security will be much greater, and the people standing guard and patrolling should be more than fifteen zhang away from the edge of the camp.

The ten watchtowers also have to be set up in the middle of the battalion, with four heavy machine guns on board, facing four directions, and two people carrying flares and flare guns on duty on the towers at any time, so as to avoid being assassinated by martial arts masters to the greatest extent.

Although the Golden Wheel Dharma King, Yin Kexi, and Xiao Xiangzi still don't know where they are, they can't guarantee that there are other masters in Qi Tartar, so they must be guarded against.

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The next morning, the Taoist priests still got up early to do the morning class, and by the end of the morning class, the recruits had already gotten up.

The ancients had the habit of working at sunrise and resting at sunset, so when the sky was bright, their biological clock had already woken them up on their own, and the wake-up call seemed to be useless.

It was not until this moment that the recruits saw Qiu Chuji and the others doing the morning class, and after inquiring, they learned that they were all Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect.

The training syllabus Yang Yifei was handed over to Miao Daoyi yesterday, and he was appointed as the interim chief instructor, and the first step of training for the recruits is not a queue, but a military posture, that is, a standing posture.

They are different from the Quanzhen disciples, the Quanzhen disciples have been practicing martial arts since they were children, all of them are upright, they have their own bearing, and they come out after a little training.

But these ordinary people don't have that background, so military posture training for half an hour every day is indispensable, and queue training will start after standing for half an hour in military posture.

Yang Yifei and Li Mochou stayed in the training ground for a while, and after a little inspection, seeing that the training was on the right track, he asked Yin Zhiping to take a team and go to the Tartar Marshal's Mansion with him.

The area outside the camp is all unobstructed open space, which is to prevent people from lurking closer, and through this clearing, there are one house after another.

The largest of them, facing the middle of the barracks, is the Marshal's Mansion of the Tartars, which is a large manor covering an area of no less than 100,000 square meters.

When Yang Yifei and his entourage came to the door of the manor, the gate of the manor was closed, and a Quanzhen disciple stepped forward and knocked on the door.

The reason why he didn't fly in directly and opened the door by himself was because everyone knew that although the people living here were Tartar nobles, the servants must be basically Han people, so as not to frighten them, Yang Yifei ordered a polite knock on the door.

After a while, the door opened, and an old man who looked to be in his fifties with gray hair walked out, and behind him could be seen two young men dressed in household clothes, carrying a thick latch in their hands.

Seeing the Quanzhen disciples wearing the same camouflage uniforms, the old man's eyes suddenly lit up, he bowed down the steps quickly, walked in front of everyone, clasped his fists, and said cautiously: "Dare to ask, but are you the heroes of the righteous army?" ”

The Quanzhen disciple who knocked on the door turned sideways and introduced the old man: "This is the leader of my righteous army, respect Yang Yifei, and be called Commander Yang, this is Mrs. Yang, this is Mrs. Yang's junior sister, Miss Long." ”

The old man looked at Yang Yifei excitedly and said, "Could it be that Yang Daxian who sent a notice from the sky and defeated the Tartar army in just a few hours?" ”

Hearing the title of Yang Daxian, Yang Yifei couldn't laugh or cry, why does this sound so much like a magic stick that fools the world? Li Mochou couldn't help laughing.

Yang Yifei said softly: "The old man can call me Commander Yang, I don't know what the old man is called, what is his position in this Tartar Marshal Mansion?" ”

The old man moistened his eyes, and said with mixed joy and sorrow: "Back to Commander Yang's words, the old servant Li Fulai entered this mansion as a servant at the age of fourteen, and it has been thirty-eight years now. ”

"At first, the owner of this mansion was a Jin Tartar, and then the Mongolian Tartars came and drove away the Jin Tartars, and the owner became a Mongolian Tartar again."

"The old servant has waited for decades, looked forward to it for decades, and finally saw in his lifetime that the owner of this mansion has become a Han Chinese, and the old servant is dead, and he can close his eyes!"

Yang Yifei looked moved, stepped forward to hold Li Fulai's hand, patted the back of his hand, and comforted: "Fu Bo doesn't have to be sad, now that we are here, everyone no longer has to be oppressed and bullied by the Tartars." ”

The muddy tears in Li Fulai's eyes finally slipped down, and he nodded again and again: "The old servant believes, the old servant believes that Commander Yang has beaten tens of thousands of Tartars to abandon the city and flee in just one day, and you will definitely be able to drive all the Tartars out of the land of my Han people." ”

Yang Yifei let go of Li Fulai's hand and said solemnly: "That's natural, the day our People's Army became an army, only we can bully the Tartars in this world, and the Tartars can no longer bully my Han people." ”

After saying this, Yang Yifei said softly: "Fu Bo, you have been in this mansion for decades, you must be very familiar with everything in the mansion, right?" ”

Li Fulai wiped his tears and said, "Yes, among the servants in the house now, the old servant is the oldest and stays the longest. ”

"The old servant told them that my Han rebels are coming, and the owner of this mansion will definitely be Han in the future, and he will definitely treat everyone well and let them wait with peace of mind."

"The housekeepers, cooks, bookkeepers and other important positions are all Tartars, and they have already followed the Tartar marshal, and there are still one hundred and sixteen servants and maids left in the mansion, and some of them know how to cook and manage accounts."

Yang Yifei nodded with satisfaction, this is good news, in this way, they only need to "check in".

"Well, Fauber, from this day onwards, you will be the butler of this mansion."

After Yang Yifei finished saying this, he looked up at the plaque of "Marshal's Mansion" at the door, and with a gesture of his hand, the plaque flew up.

When the plaque flew behind everyone, Yang Yifei put his hands behind his back, Huo Ran turned around, his eyes were condensed, and his mental power turned into an impact, blasting the plaque into pieces.

Subsequently, Yang Yifei bought a blank plaque in the system mall and hung it, waved his hand and released the Xuantie Dagger, and with a series of fingers, the Xuantie Dagger engraved a string of words on the plaque - People's Army Headquarters.

Li Fu came to see this scene, his eyes were extremely fanatical, sure enough, it was a fairy method, a fairy method, the good days of my northern Han people are coming!