After the two big victories, the tense atmosphere in Zhujiazhuang was swept away, and many people felt that Liangshan was just like that, and the garrison was a little lax, and he even saw some Zhuang guests gathering in groups to drink and gamble.

After Zhu Long patrolled around, his brows furrowed.

There is an arrogant soldier's spirit!

Especially when he saw the second child Zhu Hu drinking and frolicking with a group of relatives, he was even more dissatisfied, and said to the relatives behind him: "Go and call the captains!" ”

In the council chamber.

The leaders of the bankers came one after another, and many people were still a little drunk on their faces, and everyone was talking and laughing.

But after seeing Zhu Long's gloomy face, he shivered, and the alcohol disappeared suddenly, and after bowing down one after another, he stood cautiously in two rows, and began to guess in a mess.

I have to say that after these two battles, Zhu Long's prestige is in full swing, even if Zhu Biao comes back, it is difficult to compare.

Zhu Long's gaze slowly swept over everyone's faces, and after a moment of silence, he said in a deep voice: "Please come, I want to say something." The war is not over yet, and the Liangshan bandits are still under Dulonggang, so we can't slack off just because we have won two small victories. When you return, restrain your brethren in your team, and rest well when you should be on duty, and do not drink or play or make noise. When this battle is completely won, I will treat everyone and let everyone eat and drink for three days and three nights! But now, discipline must be followed, and this is also for everyone to live! Do you understand? ”

"Understood!" Everyone responded in unison.

Zhu Long nodded and said, "Everyone have a good rest, ready to fight at any time, after this battle, I will accompany you to have a good drink!" ”

The leaders of the village went down to restrain their subordinates, and the atmosphere in the village was suddenly much quieter.

Zhu Long called Zhu Hu again, told him to set an example, and asked Luan Tingyu to select thirty vigorous Zhuang Ke as the inspection team to supervise military discipline.

After he personally inspected a few laps, there was nothing to do, and Luan Tingyu happened to be idle, so he asked him for marksmanship.

When the two came to the school ground, Luan Tingyu took a black wooden stick from the weapon rack, about two meters long, and shook it in his hand, shaking out a few stick flowers.

"The Jianghu people gave me the nickname 'Iron Rod', indeed, all my kung fu is on this stick, and my marksmanship has evolved from the stick method. I only taught your brothers marksmanship before, and now I will teach you the "Martial Ancestor Fu Demon Wand Method", you can see it! ”

After Luan Tingyu finished speaking, he walked away a few steps and demonstrated his stick technique.

Zhu Long hurriedly calmed down and watched intently.

Luan Tingyu's stick method is wide open and close, fierce and domineering. Sometimes aggressive, sometimes heavy in defense, although flexible and changeable, but without losing the magnificent atmosphere.

When it is fast, it is like a storm, and there are stick shadows in all directions, and when it is slow, it is dense, like a surging river.

When he practiced for the second time, Zhu Long also held a wooden stick and followed along.

There are a total of eighteen moves in this set of stick methods, and in less than half an hour, he memorized all the moves, but he was not skilled enough, and he would have to rely on water grinding in the future.

After Luan Tingyu left, he was still immersed in it, practicing tirelessly, until the servant called him for dinner.

Zhu Long did not open a small stove, but decided to go to the canteen of the villagers for dinner.

As soon as he entered the cafeteria, he attracted the attention of many people.

He walked in a square step, and came to the table where the food was placed without hurry, checked the same way, and asked the canteen handyman in detail what these were.

Soon, the steward of the canteen came to hear the news and hurriedly briefed Zhu Long on the situation.

"What is this?" Zhu Long pointed to a large vat of soup and smelled fragrant.

"This is mutton soup, and eight sheep were just slaughtered in the afternoon, and they were all fresh." The steward hurriedly introduced.

Zhu Long said loudly to the stewards and miscellaneous servants: "The Art of War: The soldiers and horses go first before the grain and grass are moved. Your duty is very important, to overcome the difficulties, to make sure that everyone is well fed, well-fed, and in a better state to go into battle. As long as you do a good job in logistics, you will also have a share of the credit for victory! ”

Everyone smiled and applauded, and the steward hurriedly thanked the senior officials for their concern for the canteen staff, and all the canteen staff were happy and full of enthusiasm when they heard it, and said that they must follow the important instructions of the senior officials and do a good job in logistics.

Zhu Long nodded when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Bring me a meal too, just like everyone!" ”

The food in the canteen is not bad, there are rice, steamed buns, vegetables, pickles, and a bowl of mutton soup per person, in which two pieces of mutton float.

He took the plates and soup bowls to the most crowded table, and chatted with them cordially while eating, asking them if they could eat enough, who were in the family, and how the harvest was......

Zhu Long knows that as the top leader, he must maintain his majesty in front of middle-level cadres, but in front of low-level soldiers, he should be approachable and care more about them, which is the art of leadership.

Sure enough, when he looked up, there were many people around him, and the eyes that looked at him were full of reverence.

After the evening, he took more than a dozen people to follow the villager, in the village, on the city wall, everywhere to inspect, in fact, his main purpose is just to wander around, eliminate food, the inspection is incidental.

After he reprimanded the captains, the Zhuang Ding restrained a lot, one by one, with their heads held high and their eyes vigilant, Zhu Long was very satisfied.

On the city wall, he saw Zhu Hu, who was on duty tonight, standing alone behind the battlements, looking out with a worried face.

Well? It's rare to see a Zhuhu like this!

Zhu Long waved his hand to the entourage behind him, walked over lightly, and looked at his gaze, where countless torches were the camp of the Liangshan army.

"Second brother, what are you looking at?"

Zhu Hu was silent for a while, and said softly, "I'm worried about the third brother." ”

Zhu Long comforted him and said, "Don't worry, we have so many Liangshan captives in our hands, Song Jiang doesn't dare to touch a single hair of the third brother." ”

"I understand, just worried about him suffering."

Zhu Long was silent, and after a while, said, "This may not be a good thing for him. The third brother is smart and talented, but he is arrogant and does not take others in his eyes. ”

Zhu Hu was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "Actually, I'm the same!" In the past, everyone looked at you and thought that you were the most mediocre of the three brothers, but in fact you were the real general. Fight the tiger brother, if I don't grow up, I won't be able to keep up with your footsteps in the future, let alone help you! From tomorrow onwards, I will practice martial arts with Master Luan! ”

Zhu Long patted him on the shoulder with relief, with such a brother, he felt that God was really not thin on him.

After going down to the city tower, he had no intention of sleeping, dismissed the villagers, came to the school field alone, took a wooden stick, and practiced the "Wuzu Fu Magic Wand Method".

The bright moon sprinkled with clear light, a young figure was like a dragon, and a wooden stick danced like a big windmill.