Li Fu took Wang Heyao and others forward, and patiently explained.

"This battalion is full of green battalion soldiers, although nominally under the control of the governor-general, but the general of Hangzhou, Prince Kang, and the political envoy can be intervened, and in normal times, my brother and I are in charge of Zheng Dagu and Zheng Guerrilla, and Gong Jixi and Gong Shen are responsible for dispatching."

Wang Heyao nodded. He didn't want to be a logistics captain all the time escorting grain and grass.

"Brother, if you want to make a contribution, there are many opportunities. There are big battles and small battles ahead, and people are dying every day. Take care, brother! ”

Li Fu glanced at the calm Wang Heyao and secretly admired this kid's determination.

"Brother, here's it, this is the barracks!"

Li Fu pointed to a row of low earthen thatched houses in front of him, and the people around him walked around, and the mess was annoying.

"Thank you, then, sir!"

Wang Heyao hurriedly clenched his fists, with a smile on his face.

"Come here, I'll introduce you!"

Li Fu beckoned impatiently, and several Qing army officers ran over.

"This is the Governor's favorite general, the new King of Qian, and Yao. You all have to do things well in the future, and you must not make mistakes! ”

Li Fu was serious, and the officers all nodded again and again, with a smile on their faces.

The Governor's beloved general, of course, has to be treated differently.

"Brothers, the younger brother has just arrived, please take care of me in the future!"

Wang Heyao clenched his fists and bowed solemnly to everyone.

Li Fu left, the officers dispersed, Zheng Siming and Wang Heyao went to the barracks, and the two of them lay on the bunks, both silent.

Mr. Qian, a low-level officer of the Green Battalion, ranks six ranks, ranks second to guerrillas, and is in charge of the army...... 800 people.

800 people, equivalent to the hard regimental officers of later generations. I couldn't imagine that I was a human being in two lives, and I was still a low-level officer.

Turning around and returning to the starting point, it was really frustrating.

Moreover, if these 800 people are carefully screened, it is estimated that half of them can be retained.

"Old Five, this is already good."

Zheng Siming broke the silence.

"It's much better than I thought it would be. Think about it, if you follow Yao Qisheng, you would be a soldier now, and you are still practicing on the teaching field. When the time comes, charging on the battlefield, it is not known how many people will come back alive. Now at least he is an officer, and he has the opportunity to act cheaply. ”

"Acting cheaply?"

Wang Heyao laughed.

This boss never forgets to remind himself that he is against the Qing Dynasty and regains his sight.

Maybe it's not the restoration of sight, but the bottom line is anti-Qing.

"Big brother, you're mistaken. I'm just thinking that if Li Zhifang wants to take care of us and let us not go to the battlefield, it will be difficult to make military achievements, and it will be much more difficult to expand our strength and act when the opportunity arises. ”

Wang Heyao looked at the roof and frowned.

Just like Li Fu told him, reorganize the army in the rear and escort grain and grass, I don't know if I will go to the battlefield.

"Old Five, you think of people too kindly, and you also think highly of the combat power of the Qing army. After a few battles, we don't want to go, I'm afraid we will be pushed up! ”

Zheng Siming's analysis was pertinent, and Wang Heyao laughed.

If it weren't for Zheng Jin's-stirring stick, Geng Jingzhong might have captured Zhejiang. However, if Geng Jingzhong is in chaos, these people can only be the captain of the transportation brigade.

"Big brother, the two of us live in the same room, and the other brothers live together. You say, will they have any ideas? ”

He is the president of Qian, Zheng Siming is the general manager under his command, this "senior homeless suite" can only sleep two people, he can't invite everyone else, the curtain is on the ground, a big shop.

Barracks, the rules of their own barracks. Those psychological balances have to be taken care of.

"Even complain about this, the six gentlemen of Yuyao, it's better to disperse!"

Zheng Siming raised his head, serious.

If you even have to take care of these things, what kind of brother are you, and how can you get into trouble?

"Big brother, when I entered the city yesterday, I seemed to see the second master."

Wang Heyao lowered his voice and spoke in a low voice.

"What? Do you see clearly? ”

Zheng Siming was taken aback, and his voice unconsciously became louder.

The beard came to Hangzhou, which is good news.

"I'm not sure, maybe it's my eyes."

Wang Heyao frowned slightly and shook his head slightly.

"You must be dazzled! By the way, when do you look at your soldiers? ”

Zheng Siming changed the subject.

"Now!"

Wang and Yao fought a carp and bounced off the bed.

"Now?"

Zheng Siming was surprised by Wang Heyao's resoluteness.

This guy doesn't take a break.

"10,000 years is too long, seize the day! Right now! ”

Wang Heyao smiled, full of confidence.

Compared with less than 100 people in the Dalanshan Inspection Division, 800 people is already a huge improvement.

In the corner of the teaching field, seeing the chaotic subordinates in front of him, Wang Heyao's face remained unchanged, but his heart sank.

Li Zhifang, is this testing yourself?

Such a thousand presidents are too shabby!

The clothes are shabby, the faces are dished, the nods are bowed, the faces are full of smiles, most of them have no armor, the green battalion soldiers are mixed, most of them are people's strong, real rabble.

Yao Qisheng can pay for armor, military salaries, and his own brothers, but he doesn't have a penny.

800 warriors, on the battlefield, this does not seem to be an auspicious number. Is this a sacrifice to go to the "national crisis"?

Wang Heyao and Zheng Siming looked at each other for a while, and they both shook their heads.

"My lord, 800 soldiers have been gathered, except for a few officers in the army, everyone has arrived."

Zheng Siming clasped his fists and saluted, and reported loudly to Wang Heyao, who was in armor, and Zhao Guohao and others in the front row of the team heard it clearly.

From now on, in this army, they will all call Wang and Yao adults.

"Old Five, I think these guys are not as good as those guys from the Dalan Mountain Inspection Division!"

Zheng Siming came over to Wang Heyao and whispered to him.

"Big brother, even if it's a pair of underwear and a pile of garbage, I'm going to turn waste into treasure!"

Wang Heyao looked at the battalion soldiers in front of him, smiled slightly, and replied in a low voice.

Zheng Siming was taken aback. A pair of underwear and a pile of garbage, are these two things necessarily related?

This kid is always full of confidence!

Wang Heyao looked at the team in front of him and muttered to himself.

From today onwards, these people are the strength of his turnover!

Among them, the ruffians in the army, the slippery officials of the government, the hooligans who run rampant in the township, the idlers on the streets, and the small citizens who must be compared......

And, of course, there are the poor and destitute low-class people.

Those elites and loyal people at the end of the Ming Dynasty are probably dead.

Now I can see clearly that there are only a few people in the team who are old and immature. Green camp, there are still rules of green camp.

"Big brother, look at this ......"

After thinking about it for a moment, Wang Heyao said a few words to Zheng Siming.

There is no choice but to take some fierce medicine.

"Lord Wang's military orders, have listened to them!"

Zheng Siming took a few steps forward, his face was solemn and full of energy.

"From tomorrow, the army will begin to practice, one training a day, without exception. Those who disobey military orders will be dealt with by military law! ”

"One practice a day, you have to practice the dead!"

"Everyone practices every six or seven days, why do we practice every day?"

"A month and a half taels of silver, on the battlefield is to carry the back. Practice a fart! ”

Sure enough, Zheng Siming's words aroused a lot of opposition from below.

Wang Heyao smiled coldly.

Sure enough, a rookie is a rookie, and it has been the same since ancient times! The rabble, it was like that at the beginning!