It was getting late, and there were more and more people eating porridge, and after many days of clear soup and little water, they finally had a full meal, and they all devoured it.

People must not eat too much after being hungry for a long time, so Chen Wang ordered people to prepare three hundred and seventy steamed buns, and each person can only receive one.

However, rice porridge can still be drunk a little more, rice porridge is easy to digest, as long as you don't drink too much, you can't hurt people.

More than 300 people crowded the surroundings of the cauldron, and one pot of rice porridge was definitely not enough.

The firefighters in charge of cooking set up three more cauldrons, and several new recruits who had finished eating rice porridge and steamed buns were called up to help build a simple porridge shed.

Chen Wang selected the soldiers and registered them, and Chen Gong was not idle, he commanded the surrounding soldiers to expand the scope of the open space, and drove the hungry people who gathered outside the circle.

Although the hungry people were greedy for the fragrant rice porridge, the steel knife with a bright handle was not a joke, although everyone had a thought in their hearts, but no one dared to step forward to snatch it.

In almost two hours, all 370 people had been recruited.

Chen Wang put down the pen in his hand, held the somewhat sore wrist of his right hand with his left hand, and turned his head to look at the porridge shed.

Many of the recruits around the porridge shed had already finished eating steamed buns and drinking rice porridge, and they were all sitting on the ground at this time.

No one was talking to each other, and no one was moving around.

Around the porridge shed, in addition to those recruits, there are also many recruits' family members, who also stay together honestly.

This time to recruit troops, most of Chen Wang recruited alone, but he also recruited some people with families who were not too much, and the number of places given by the governor of Pizhou was limited, and there was only a small amount of space in the city that could be vacated.

Chen Wang stood up and looked around, the recruitment had ended, but the people around him still had no intention of dispersing.

Those who are late, and those who are not chosen, either beat their chests or sigh and mourn.

Some even knelt on the ground, pulling the guards and begging for more.

But all this was naturally to no avail, and the number of soldiers lacking in the army was only three hundred and seventy.

Even Chen Wang has no way to make his own decisions, unless he is recruited in the name of recruiting family members, and Chen Wang has no idea of recruiting any family members.

The porridge shed has begun to be dismantled, and a few mouthfuls of the cauldron that have been eaten have also been put away, and now it is not dark when I return to the camp, and I can still deal with some things.

"Big brother."

Chen Wangzheng was asking Hu Zhili about the ordnance, and Chen Gong stepped forward from the other side.

Seeing Chen Gong coming, Chen Wang instructed Hu Zhili a few more words, and asked him to go back to the camp first to transfer ordnance.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Wang turned his head to look at Chen Gong and greeted him.

"The people of Pizhou have been handed over, and the families of these soldiers will drive with them to the city later, but it may take some time to ......."

Chen Wang looked in the direction of Chen Gong's finger, and happened to see seven or eight officials wearing flat-topped scarves and light cyan patches, and one official wearing a scarf and a cyan collared shirt.

These people are obviously the people who came to receive them, and when they were separated, there were many reluctant people.

However, the world is difficult, and now that you can enter the city and be paid as a soldier, at least there is a guarantee, and the separation between everyone is not so unbearable, but there are still people who can't help crying.

"Wait a little longer, it's okay."

Chen Wang didn't urge, his gaze just stayed on the porridge shed for a while and then moved elsewhere.

"Let the soldiers below load the car and prepare first, it's not early, don't miss the time."

Chen Wang closed the roster placed on the square table, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He knew better than anyone that this time the difference was actually goodbye.

"In the eighth year of Chongzhen, in July, Gao Yingxiang burned Pingliang and Linlu, and then turned eastward to re-attack the Ming army.

Hong Chengchou's troops were outnumbered, and they lost one after another, and after several defeats, most of them were defeated, and they were evacuated all the way to Sanyuan and Jingyang.

The momentum of the army is like a rainbow, Gao Yingxiang is in the Guanzhong Society, 13 families and 72 battalions of the righteous army, gathering 200,000 troops, and the company camp is 60 miles.

Yilu, Pizhou, Yongshou, Chunhua, Qianzhou and other cities all fell.

Gao Yingxiang ordered ten thousand troops, raised the king's banner, and marched south again with all the army, and entered Xi'an......"

These people who followed the soap officials into the city of Bizhou, I don't know how many people will survive after the city is broken.

And the 370 newly recruited soldiers he recruited, I don't know how many of them will be able to leave the battlefield.

By the time the rogues march eastward again, all 370 of these soldiers will be left alone.

Chen Wang mounted his war horse and clenched the Yanling knife at his waist.

The feeling of stepping on the stirrup made him feel at ease, and when he held the hilt of the knife, he felt that his fate was in his own hands.

Seeing the last pair of hands parted, Chen Wangcai raised the horsewhip in his hand.

"Woo——————"

The low and graceful sound of the horn slowly sounded in the wilderness, and the light wind blowing from the northwest blew countless flags on the city of Pizhou.

A group of recruits began to line under the command of the veterans, most of them were just farmers who worked in the fields all day long, not from military families, and there was some confusion for a while.

However, the confusion did not last long, although they did not understand the queue and did not understand how to arrange it, but their greatest advantage was obedience.

Under the orders of the officers of each team, they were soon lined up.

Although the queue was loose and many places were quite scattered, all of this made Chen Wang very satisfied.

It only takes more than ten days of cohort training for them to have the appearance of an army.

In fact, the queue appeared as early as the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, when the chariot was the core and the car formation was arranged, which required a strict formation.

In thousands of years of warfare, the way of fighting has changed, but the nature of war has remained largely unchanged.

From the Qin and Han dynasties to the present, the queue is basically something that a regular army must learn first.

Only by arranging the queue can we be in a strict and orderly manner on the march, and can we line up the army on the battlefield to fight the enemy.

Chen Wang led the war horse and walked on the right side of the queue, patrolling the entire array.

There were 370 people, 10 people in a row, a total of 37 rows, all of them were looking forward, no one was looking around, looking left and right.

When they were in line, they were already told about a few things they were not allowed to do.

"On the march of the army, it is important to be quiet, and it is forbidden to look left and right, to talk noisily, and to tie up thirty violators."

This was also the first military order they heard, of course, this is not the original words, if it is the original words, some people really do not understand.

The officer leading the team described this overly written military order in concise words, so that everyone understood this military order.

Chen Wang retracted his gaze, raised the horsewhip in his hand, looked into the distance, and lowered his voice.

"Let's go."

Chen Wang kicked the horse's belly, and the war horse under the seat shook its head, snorted, and walked forward.

"Let's go!"

The officer with the Yanling knife stood on the left side of the queue, repeating Chen Wang's order loudly.

The recruits in the wilderness heard the order, and they all hurried forward.

As soon as he took a step, the array began to scatter, but with the officers standing on the side carefully restrained, he was still able to ensure the march.

Although the array was chaotic and the walk was bumpy, they did still maintain the queue.