As a military commander of thousands of people, Wang Cheng has his own independent tent in the camp.

Among the piles of tents, the big tent was very conspicuous, not only in its location, but more importantly in its size, because it was not only a place for him to rest, but also a place for his official business.

Two soldiers stood in front of the big tent with guns, and when they saw Wang Cheng coming, they immediately saluted.

"Your Excellency!"

Wang Cheng nodded, and was just about to start, but stopped again, and turned around to ask the names of the two.

"Little Wu Dalong."

"Little Zhou Hang."

Wang Cheng secretly noted down the appearance of the two, the taller one was Wu Dalong, and the shorter one was darker Zhou Hang, both in their early twenties.

After chatting with the two for a while, suddenly, a middle-aged man walked out of the big tent.

In his forties, he had slender eyes, a goatee, and a green robe, looking like a man of letters.

"Lord Chen?" Wang Cheng tried to ask.

During the day, I learned from the mouths of those subordinates that he had a clerk under him, who was responsible for managing ordnance, personnel information, food and salary accounting, etc., which was similar to the things that Zhu Bangguo's Han Senjun was responsible for, which was equivalent to his assistant.

In fact, the military Sima is an important position in the army, with a rank higher than a thousand stones, a thousand soldiers, and a lieutenant and lieutenant general, which is higher than the rank of the county commander of a county, and is qualified to be equipped with some adjutants.

However, since Zhou Zhaowu ascended the throne, he attached great importance to military power, and the most taboo was the collusion and corruption of those generals in the army, so that only the generals who led the army independently were equipped with complete adjutants, and even Zhu Bangguo, a Zhonglang general, only one joined the army, like the military Sima was only equipped with one clerk.

This Lord Chen is Wang Cheng's clerk, with a single name and the word "Jia", and has been serving the previous military commander.

"I can't do it! I can't help it! ”

Chen Jia trotted all the way to Wang Cheng, as if he was really frightened, and bowed again and again: "Humble to meet Sima." ”

"Get up! It just so happens that I'm looking for you too! ”

Leaving these words, Wang Cheng entered the big tent alone and came to the main seat to sit down.

In front of him lay a bookcase with a stack of books, at least ten.

Wang Cheng took a copy casually, and when he opened it, it recorded the identity information of his subordinates, and he knew that this was their roster.

After reading a few pages in a hurry, Chen Jia walked in, and he didn't raise his head and said, "Lord Chen, what is the specific number of people in our department at present?" ”

"There are currently two groups of people under your command, one song of about 500 people, and another group of ten people, a total of about 1,000 people." Chen Jiadao.

"A thousand people?"

Wang Cheng put down the roster in his hand, frowned, and said: "In the first year of Zhaowu, the king reorganized the people in the army. Five people are a team, two soldiers are a team, every ten people have a team chief, five people are a team, every fifty people have a team rate, every hundred people have a hundred commanders, five hundred people are a song, each song has a military marquis, counting the gang leader and you and me, our department should have 1,144 men. ”

Chen Jia was stunned when he heard this, and cold sweat was about to flow out, this is too fucking evil, right?

For such a short time, he didn't even move the calculations, and he actually counted the entire crew clearly!

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, smiled all over his face, and said, "Almost! Almost! ”

"Almost?"

Wang Cheng snorted coldly and said, "It's about the head, can it be called?" Can eating with 1,144 mouths be the same as eating with 1,000 mouths? ”

The simple two sentences were so frightened that Chen Jia almost knelt down, because these two sentences could not be explained, and the hat of "greedy for ink and food" could be buttoned on his head.

This is a great crime to kill the head!

Wang Cheng knew that the heat was almost over, so he stopped beating him and said, "Remember, in the future, things about numbers must be accurate, and there must be no ambiguity!" ”

"The lowly duty is written!" Chen Jia wiped the beads of sweat on his face and said.

Wang Cheng actually didn't want to do this, but he had to do it, he didn't take this cadre for his own use in the shortest possible time, and he didn't know what kind of moth he was going to make in the future.

He put down the roster, took another thin book, looked at it for a while, and said, "Master Chen, what is the standard of my department's salary?" How much should each person receive per month? ”

Chen Jia didn't dare to be sloppy this time, and said in 1510: "The inferior non-commissioned officer has five taels, the middle non-commissioned officer has six taels, the upper non-commissioned officer has seven taels, and the upper non-commissioned officer receives a fortune." The centurion ranks two hundred stones, the military marquis' rank is four hundred stones, and your rank is more than a thousand stones. ”

Wang Cheng nodded, he actually knew a little about the salary standards in the army, before he was the captain of Xuanwei under Ning Hou, and compared the treatment of other armies and Xuanwei.

The two are naturally incomparable, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a day and a place, just because he has received a reward for the few tasks he has done, under normal circumstances, he can't earn it in the army for several lifetimes, even if he risks the crime of killing his head and greedy for military salaries, it is impossible to be as a military Sima of other countries, because there are not so many that he is greedy.

Wang Cheng asked again: "How are these inferior soldiers and superior soldiers divided?" Is there a standard? ”

He was more interested in this, because it was about the promotion and appointment of non-commissioned officers.

Chen Jiadao: "This is actually divided according to personal strength, the muscles and bones become inferior soldiers at the beginning, the small muscles and bones become medium soldiers, the muscles and bones become the upper soldiers, and the qi and blood realm warriors are centurions......"

For the vast majority of soldiers, after one year as a soldier, the muscles and bones can reach the initial maturity, the muscles and bones will take at least three years to become small, and the muscles and bones will be at least five years to become large.

Wang Cheng tapped his fingers on the bookcase and said, "So, the strongest under Lao Tzu are those two military marquis, and they are not martial artists?" ”

"My lord laughed, there are only a few captains and generals in our camp who are martial artists." Chen Jia smiled awkwardly.

Wang Cheng didn't say much, looked through other books and asked some questions.

One of the things is about grain and grass, why there are so many more in the camp all of a sudden.

Chen Jia couldn't say clearly, but said, "It was sent by the general."

Wang Cheng suddenly said, it seems that Zhonglang will really value himself, otherwise he will not be special.

However, it's okay this way, he can stabilize people's hearts with food in his hands, otherwise the series of shocks in the morning alone will not last long.

The two of them asked and answered, and before they knew it, it was already evening, and the people who were tired and half dead in the morning had come out of the tent one after another.

There was a group of people standing in the huge camp, and a large cauldron was set up in front of each camp, and the bonfire below was blazing, and the broth in the pot was boiling and fragrant.

However, no one dared to move the chopsticks at will, just watching this pot drooling.

Wang Cheng stood in front of everyone, looked at the sleepy-eyed subordinates, and scolded with a smile: "Have you slept well?" ”

There were only a few answers, and the voice was very small, just like he didn't wake up.

"Since you haven't slept well, go back to sleep, don't eat!" Wang Cheng's face changed suddenly.

Everyone was shaken and stood up straight, without a trace of sleepiness.

After running so far in the morning, they didn't even eat at noon, and if they didn't eat at night, they couldn't even sleep tonight.

Seeing that everyone was finally a little bit old, Wang Cheng continued to speak: "Do you know why Lao Tzu let you run so far?" ”

Everyone didn't speak, but naturally there was a complaint in their hearts.

Although they had marched in a hurry, they had never run so far, and in such a short time, it was simply not the work of men.

"Don't hold back, are you scolding Lao Tzu in your heart?" Wang Cheng scolded.

"Yes!"

Finally, someone subconsciously said something, but then realized that he had said it wrong, and quickly covered his mouth.

It's good that he didn't cover it, but it attracted everyone's attention.

Stared at by a pair of eyes, his face was as red as if he had been burned, and he longed to find a hole in the ground to get into.

Just when everyone was curious about how Wang Cheng would deal with him, they heard Wang Cheng say: "Do you think that Lao Tzu is deliberately torturing you and demonstrating against you? ”

Everyone didn't speak, but they basically thought so in their hearts.

"Lao Tzu knows, you must think so!"

Wang Cheng smiled, and then said: "Lao Tzu will tell you, it's really not!" ”

Seeing that everyone still didn't believe him, he asked, "What do you think is the most important thing to be a soldier and a soldier on the battlefield?" ”

"Kill the enemy, of course!" There were quite a few people shouting.

Wang Cheng nodded and said, "Not bad!" Fight the enemy! But if you want to kill the enemy, you must survive! Only when you are alive can you have the hope of killing the enemy, and when you die, there is nothing! Therefore, Lao Tzu thinks that as a soldier on the battlefield, the most important thing you have to do is to survive! ”

It was the first time that people had heard this kind of expression, and in the past, they had accepted the idea of "killing the enemy".

"My lord, if you say it, aren't we going to be deserters?" Someone said boldly.

"Shit! Lao Tzu asked you to be a deserter? Have you ever listened to Lao Tzu finish his words? Wang Cheng scolded.

"And what do you mean?" The man was puzzled.

"Didn't Lao Tzu just say, of course, you go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, but while killing the enemy, you must also ensure your combat effectiveness." Wang Cheng said.

"I still don't understand, does this have anything to do with the long-distance run in the morning?"

"My lord, can you put it simply, so that we can understand it."

……

Wang Cheng didn't sell it anymore, and said: "Think about it, when you get to the battlefield and rush to kill the enemy, if you run faster, won't the guy in your hand be one step faster than the enemy?" Don't underestimate that step, the critical moment is to kill the enemy and save your life! ”

These people are all border soldiers, and they have basically been on the battlefield, so they naturally know what it means to be one step faster.

In fact, Wang Cheng still has the most important point that he didn't say, that is, long-distance running is the best way to improve people's physical strength and endurance. This is especially important for military personnel who are going to battle.

If it was a modern war, Wang Cheng would say it differently, but the battle here is still the kind of fighting on the ancient battlefield, except for the cavalry, everyone has to run with their legs.

Therefore, in future battles, being able to run is definitely the key element to save your life and kill the enemy.