"Bold!"

Zheng Siming's face was pale, and he was about to scold, Wang Heyao patted him on the shoulder, walked down, and walked directly into the crowd of people.

"Big brother, what did you do before? How many brothers? ”

Wang Heyao stopped in front of a young man with a dark face.

"Adults, villains are just farming. There are five brothers, the villain is the second, you call me Tian Er! ”

The young man rubbed the thick calloused hand joints on his hands, a little embarrassed.

"Second Brother Tian, those corrupt officials and officials have knocked your bamboo pole less, right? Tired and tired, are you well fed and warmly dressed? Half-sized, eat poor old man, dad doesn't love mom doesn't love, are you sad? Who has loved you? ”

The young man's face was red, hesitant, and he didn't know how to answer, Wang Heyao had already walked away.

"Brother, what do you do?"

This time, Wang Heyao was faced with a little white face with a white face.

"Back to the adult, the villain Zhang Xiwa, the family heirloom craft, is a tailor."

The little white face was full of smiles, his clothes were neat, and he didn't know if he made it for himself.

"Little tailor, what do those rich men, official masters, official wives, and ruffians on the street do to you? Do you think of you as a human being? ”

The little white smile stopped abruptly, and he wanted to say something, but he was speechless for a while.

"Brother, you are ......"

"My lord, the villain is a business in Hangzhou City, and he loses money in the transaction, and he ......can't pay off his debts."

The mustache was full of smiles, but was interrupted by Wang Heyao's loud voice.

"It can't be the "camp" of the banner people, who was confiscated from their houses and fields, and they can't do anything else, so they escaped to become soldiers, right? ”

"Business debt", compulsive usury. The bannermen of Hangzhou City are not short of money, and they issue usury to the people of Hangzhou through local donors. The interest rate was too high for the borrower to be unable to repay, so the banner man took the opportunity to seize the borrower's property, wife and children, forcing the borrower to join the banner camp as a slave. This incident is not an isolated incident in Hangzhou City, and Wang Heyao also has his spare time, and he came from hearsay.

"Adults..... not ......"

The mustache was submissive, and his forehead was sweating.

"Not really? The world is not good, and if you want to make money, you are bullied by those bastards. Stalls, extortion, forced buying and selling, etc. You, you have no power or power, you can only suffer dumb losses! ”

Wang Heyao asked as he walked, and after walking in a circle for half an hour, the faces of many people in the team changed.

What is this for?

Zheng Siming's forehead was sweating, and his heart was jumping.

Exposing other people's scars like this, won't Wang Heyao be afraid of causing a mutiny in the military camp?

He didn't know that as a former officer, Wang Heyao didn't know how many times he had done the ideological and political work of soldiers, and he wanted to let these people know the pain, tear up the wounds, and make changes by uncovering the scars.

The barracks are a melting pot, and he doesn't believe that these people now are even more slippery than those recruits in later generations.

"You're a miner, how old are you?"

Wang Heyao stopped in front of an old-looking middle-aged uncle and asked suspiciously.

"Adult, villain Jiang Zhong, is digging a pit, twenty-six this year!"

The middle-aged uncle nodded and said.

"Twenty-six?"

Wang Heyao nodded in dismay. His temples are pale and his fingers are black, and he is twenty-six years old, no different from forty-six, and he doesn't know how much he has suffered.

"Brother Jiang Zhong, you have been mining all year round, nine deaths and one life, you are very lucky to live to this day! I'm afraid that your fellow mining colleagues will have a lot of casualties, right? ”

Wang Heyao patted Jiang Zhong on the shoulder, which meant a lot.

"Yes, sir. As a miner, you can live one day at a time. The villain's younger brother, who was also a miner, died. My father and mother disagreed, so I let the villain come out to join the army, and I could earn some rice and food. ”

Wang Heyao nodded and walked to the front of the line.

"Brothers, don't think that the drill is for others, the drill is for yourself, your own life and your future. If you want to be well fed and clothed, like you want to live like a human being, or even live a famous life, if you want to live, you have to practice! ”

Wang Heyao walked to the front row of the line, looked at the people, and raised his voice an octave.

"If you don't practice well, when you get to the battlefield, it's going to die!"

Battalion soldiers, look at me, I look at you, someone shouted loudly.

"My lord, this is the way of the world! Isn't it normal for us poor people to be bullied? ”

"Yes! No matter how good you practice, it's not like you're going to die, what's the use of practicing? ”

"The common people are the common people, can they still turn over?"

One person took the lead, and the other battalion soldiers shouted one after another.

"Who said that? If you want me to say, my life is up to me! ”

Wang Heyao was furious and shouted loudly, and the voice spread far away.

"If you practice your skills, you can save your life first, you can make meritorious contributions second, and you can earn silver third! I tell you, your house, your mother, your children, it's all up to you! If you practice this skill, you can live a good life! You practice this skill for yourself! ”

Wang Heyao suddenly roared hoarsely and roared angrily.

"Mr. Zheng, Mr. Sun, Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao Guohao, Mr. Li Xingzhong, and Mr. Chen Zigou, are out of the ranks!"

Today, he just wants to let these rookies see what a real warrior is!

Zheng Siming, Zhao Guohao and others lined up in a row with spears in their hands.

And the spears in their hands are long clubs without spear heads.

The battalion soldiers in the front row were in a commotion, and they couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Sun Jiachun glanced at Wang Heyao and said casually, his eyes revealing dissatisfaction.

"Old Five, what are you doing here? Take your time when there is something to do, don't rush it! ”

Wang Heyao's face sank, and his voice became louder.

"Mr. Sun, enter the ranks! This is a military order! ”

Sun Jiachun's face was gloomy, and he finally went over and stood in a row with Zheng Siming and others.

Zheng Siming stared at Sun Jiachun with cold eyes, suppressing the anger in his heart.

If this was private, he would have kicked it over.

Wang Heyao glanced at Sun Jiachun, then turned his head, pointed at the soldiers in front of him, his face was pale, and he shouted loudly.

"The soldiers in the first row, out of the ranks!"

The soldiers in the first row walked out of the line in a daze.

"Now, every row comes up and tries it. If you can defeat them, you don't have to participate in the drill! ”

Wang Heyao looked at the hesitant soldiers, pointed at them, and shouted angrily at Zheng Siming and the others.

"Zheng Siming, defeat them!"

After Wang Heyao finished speaking, he blew the whistle.

A sharp whistle sounded, Zheng Siming and the other four took a few steps forward together, and the spear poked straight through, instantly stabbing several soldiers in front of them.

The spears were stabbed and retracted, sometimes attacking together, sometimes two people cooperating, sometimes five people stabbed back-to-back, and the soldiers were all on their backs. The soldiers were forced to fight, they kept retreating, they were constantly being stabbed, and there was little enemy in one.

Even if there are a few fierce men who are "trapped and fighting" and stubbornly resisting, they can't stand up alone, and they are soon screaming and screaming when they are stabbed, and they fall to the ground and howl in pain.

The more fierce the resistance, the more severe the beating. Zheng Siming's men were devastated, and soon seventy or eighty people were stabbed over, and the soldiers fled backwards one after another, tripped and squeezed, and fell countless times.

"Stop it all for Lao Tzu!"

Zheng Siming blew the whistle and was furious!

Eight hundred people, just like that, they will be crushed with one blow!

What kind of bullshit green camp is this?

The sharp whistle sounded, and the battalion soldiers stopped their steps, and when they looked back, the ground was full of comrades who were screaming in pain.

"Line up!"

Zheng Siming and the others retreated to the front of the big array, and the soldiers who fell to the ground got up one after another, grinned their teeth, and stood up again with the soldiers who had fled back.

"See, this is the difference between practicing and not practicing! If you don't practice well, when you get to the battlefield, the real knives and guns are much more cruel than this, and you don't know how to die! ”

After Wang Heyao finished speaking, his face became gentle again.

"Brothers, I, Wang and Yao, promise that when you come to me, as long as you train well, you will definitely have a good life!"

"If anyone refuses to practice, immediately put down his weapons and withdraw from the camp, and he will not be reluctant!"

Zheng Siming's face turned pale, and he made a note loudly.

If you lose the awe of the battlefield and don't practice well, you will only harm others and yourself in the future, and you will end up dead.

Sun Jiachun wanted to say something, his mind was messy, his face was feverish, and he finally gave up by himself.

The green battalion soldiers on the school field were solemn, and everyone looked at Wang Heyao's gaze, a little more awe.

At least, this young Shangguan looks serious.

"Now, split into five teams and start practicing!"

Just do it, Wang Heyao immediately issued his first official military order in the barracks.

One more moment of practice, one more moment of mastery of skills, and one less danger on the battlefield.

The battalions were in disarray and scattered.

This time, finally, no one dared to blow up the stab.

Wang Heyao shook his head secretly. These guys are not even as good as those inspectors of the Dalan Mountain Inspection Division.

I don't know if Li Zhifang sent someone to the Dalanshan Inspection Division to convey the order.

Sun Jiachun and the others came back from training, washed and finished eating, exhausted.

Don't say anything else, just by distinguishing the front and back, the left and right made them break a few wooden sticks.

"Brothers, they're here!"

Zheng Siming pushed open the door and walked in.

"Big brother!"

Seeing that it was Zheng Siming, everyone sat up.

"Patrol the camp at night, the third child in the first half of the night, and the fourth child in the second half of the night."

After Zheng Siming finished speaking, he glanced at Sun Jiachun.

"I'll say a few words to the second child, you guys go out, don't let outsiders get close."

Li Xingzhong and a few people went out, and Zheng Siming pointed to the door.

"Second child, close the door!"

"Big brother, what's the matter, the gods are mysterious, and you still have to talk behind closed doors?"

Sun Jiachun closed the door and came over to sit down on the bed opposite Zheng Siming.

"Second child, do you have any opinions about the fifth child?"

Zheng Siming looked at Sun Jiachun, his face was calm, and he seemed to be understating.

"Big brother, why do you say that? I...... Nope! ”

Subconsciously, Sun Jiachun was a little weak-hearted.

"Since you don't have anything, then why are you a demon?"

Zheng Siming's eyes were gloomy, and he said it slowly.

"Big brother, I'm ......"

Sun Jiachun's face was red, and he said it hesitantly.

"The old five are both civil and military, take into account the overall situation, don't kick your nose in the face. You must know that this is in the army, not in Zhengjiazhuang, nor in Dalan Mountain! ”

Zheng Siming stood up and scolded Sun Jiachun sharply.

"What are you not convinced? The spearmanship, the training of the soldiers, including entering the army, so that you and my brother have a foothold, these are all the hard work of the fifth child. Do you and I have the ability to do this? ”

Sun Jiachun blushed, bowed his head and remained silent, letting Zheng Siming's sharp accusations be made.

"The second, the fifth is talented, and they are the backbone of you and my brother. You and I have to support him and work together for a great cause! ”

Zheng Siming patted Sun Jiachun's shoulder and spoke seriously.

He opened the door and went out, leaving Sun Jiachun alone in the house in a daze.