But Zhang Miao only let out a long sigh in the end, instead of jumping up and scolding.

"General Ciyu is worthy of being a friend of Wen Hou," he said with a wry smile, "Both of them are the best in the world in terms of bravery, and their words are so naïve and straightforward. ”

…… Innocent and straightforward, it doesn't sound like a good word.

She looked at the two of them carefully, "This is just my own opinion, Zhang Gong doesn't have to take it to heart...... The thieves in Qingzhou were all suppressed by Ziyi and Wenyuan, I actually don't know what level they are. ”

…… These words did not comfort the two Zhang Gong at all, but made their faces even brighter.

"I'd better go back to Xiapi." She said uneasily.

Zhang Miao's face finally recovered a little, "No, the beautiful boy was sent yesterday, and the general scolded today, how can General Ciyu just leave!" ”

…… The voice is super serious.

"The general is right, and he hopes to stay in Xiaopei to give a point or two," Zhang Chao also spoke, "Otherwise, in the spring of next year, if we still can't defeat Yuan Shao, wouldn't Zang Ziyuan's life be ruined in my hands!" ”

She thought about it for a moment and felt that it made sense.

…… But there is one thing that needs to be made clear.

"Those beautiful young men sent by Meng Zhuogong," she quickly distinguished, "I didn't call them!" Take it back! ”

"It's all sent, how can they take it back, besides, they have admired the general's reputation for a long time, and now they are getting what they want!" Zhang Miao immediately said, "The general stays by his side, don't worry!" ”

Xiapi has nothing serious to do now, and it is this group of civil officials led by Chen Qi and Chen Ji who really maintain the operation of Xiapi, and she only needs to go back to Xiapi every few days to inspect the defenders. With her prestige and status in Liu Bei's group, the family in Xiapi treated her very cordially and politely, occasionally giving a few orders, and executing them smoothly.

The only one who treats her not very politely is Chen Jue, the old man is still at the top of the food chain, I heard that she returned to Xiapi, so he asked her to continue to do her studies, hand in her homework regularly, and if she can't finish it, she will still be scolded.

According to the old man's words, it is likely that the lord will have to meet with the ministers of Luoyang in the future, and she will not be able to show timidity when she arrives.

In addition to doing her studies, she spent the rest of her time in Xiapi helping to train this group of private soldiers.

The "Part" is completely different from her soldiers.

Ordinary soldiers have no relationship with the commander other than being commanded to fight, and the "tribal" is the commander's own domestic slave.

Some of the princes or nobles were really off-duty soldiers, and they focused on drills in peacetime, and their combat qualities naturally did not match those of ordinary soldiers in battle.

But Zhang Miao's subordinates are still a step behind, they usually work for the commander, and when the war comes, they take up arms and fight for him.

When she flipped through the soldiers' files one by one, these files almost only wrote the names of the soldiers, their ages, appearances, and family relationships, and they all looked at the same origin, and there was almost nothing to say.

But after Lu Hangyu walked into the barracks, he immediately found that it was the same part, and there was a big difference between the soldiers.

Some of the soldiers were burly, ruddy-complexional, and well-dressed; Some of the soldiers were smaller, cowering, and shabby; There are also some fair-faced, articulate, with eyes and bones rolling around, and they smile when they see people.

"How do you choose soldiers? Who are these people? She asked.

The lieutenant who followed did not quite understand her question, and only told the truth, "The lord chooses the young and strong ones from the trilogy, and there is no difference between them. ”

"No, these three people," she said, pointing to the three most iconic people from the school grounds, "they are by no means the same kind of people. ”

The lieutenant looked at the first burly swordman, the second dwarf spearman, and the third crossbowman who smiled at him flatteringly.

"The general's heart is as careful as a hair! This is called Zhang Heilong, and he used to work in the house! This is called Zhao Wu, and his ancestors are all Tianke! This is called Zhang Bai, he was originally a buyer! ”

In her barracks, everyone is from similar backgrounds, she likes to recruit farmers, and Tai Shici also likes to recruit farmers, especially the kind of farmers who have a few acres of thin fields at home and can barely get a hukou.

There are many reasons, but to sum it up: the peasants are hard-working, honest and obedient, and this advantage can crush almost all the advantages of soldiers from other backgrounds.

For example, the soldier who was originally in the city followed the purchase, usually dealt with the upper and lower levels, so he was clever and smooth, not afraid of military discipline and law, not to mention, and he was extremely sparing when he went to the battlefield.

She asked later, and sure enough, this person was a crossbowman who spent some money to be a crossbowman, in order to try not to stand on the front line, and resolutely not to be cannon fodder.

Another example is the servant who works in the house, although he did not choose his own soldiers because of his poor martial arts, but he is usually familiar with the relatives and soldiers, and he is like a master when he returns to the team.

"Meng Zhuogong is an extremely shrewd person," she sighed, "how could such a person be put in?" ”

The lieutenant didn't understand, and asked blankly, "Is there anything wrong?" ”

She glanced at him, "If you are always oppressed by your accomplices, will you still treat them as comrades when you are in battle, and willingly die for them?" ”

Some people here can throw away the baggage team, and some people don't even have the baggage, so it's better to go home and eat themselves.

By the way, although Zhang Miao ridiculed Yuan Shao for claiming that more than 20,000 of the 50,000 troops were people, he himself was not far behind, among the more than 10,000 troops, the real elite was the 2,000 soldiers who trained her that day.

…… The combat effectiveness is not visible, but the gratifying thing is that Xiaopei's fields are planted well, and a lot of grain is hoarded, if Cao Cao really calls, it will not be difficult for these soldiers to stay in the city for more than half a year.

She picked and chose like this, rectified the army, and simply lived in the camp and asked her entourage to go to Xiapi to get some clothes for her.

This job was snatched back and forth by a dozen entourages and life secretaries brought by herself, and finally the life secretaries grabbed it.

"If you go to Xiapi, remember to help me buy some snacks and come back," she said without raising her head while writing the rectification plan, "The rice basket of Wei Weng in Dongshi is the best, don't forget it." ”

The life secretary nodded happily, "The villain remembers!" ”

A few seventeen or eighteen-year-old teenagers went out, and they didn't need more instructions from General Lu, so Zhang Miao's own Langzhong found a few wagons very neatly, one was to send them to Xiapi, and the other was to come back with more things for the general to eat.

It's rare to go out, so the group can't help but chirp excitedly all the way.

"In my opinion, the general may not take a fancy to a few of us," someone said, "and she seems to care about fame." ”

"I've heard that she's going to return us to the Lord over and over again." Someone whispered.

"The Lord has found a learned man to teach us carefully! It's been sent out, how can it be taken back? ”

"If you really go back......"

"I absolutely refuse!" A young man immediately shouted fiercely, "If we can't stay with General Lu, what will we do?!" ”

It is impossible to find a young and gentle female general to be the monarch, and there is only one Ji Tinghou in the world.

But people who like beautiful boys are everywhere in the world, and they naturally don't have nowhere to go, but they feel cold when they think about it.

"We should always be careful," finally the one with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, at a glance, said as an example among several people, "As long as the general can use us, and follow her to Qingzhou in the future, the position of a certain small official is not bad, right?" ”

This sentence immediately made the beautiful boys excited!

They have all read poetry books! Wrote an article! Much stronger than those soldiers under General Lu! If you can find a background, not only will you no longer be a slave, maybe even the whole family can ask for grace and move to Qingzhou! When the time comes, they will also be scholars! When they marry and have children, their children will no longer be slaves.

"I think it's good to follow the general." Someone suddenly said something in a sullen voice.

The two teenagers who were imagining the future immediately turned to look at him.

"Rokuro's appearance!" A person suddenly shouted, "You must really admire the general and want to be the husband of Ji Tinghou!" ”

The young man immediately turned red-faced, "What nonsense! ”

"You were talking in your sleep last night—"

Suddenly, there was a cold "cluck" sound from the clogs, which drew the attention of these teenagers who were giggling while packing up their things.

Someone was standing at the foot of the steps, walking up step by step.

The man was a few years older than them, about twenty years old, with very white skin, a good countenance, slender eyebrows, a high crown and a broad belt, and a coat of clothes, like a gray crane, and walked in slowly.

Seeing his elegant demeanor, they knew that the slaves who had learned a few words with them were not the same kind of people, so the young men hurriedly put down the work in their hands, and stood respectfully on both sides, waiting for the nobleman's orders.

The noble man paused for a moment before speaking, "Who are you?" ”

His voice was good, but there was a chill to it, like the sound of crumbling ice gently crashing into the river.

"The villains are the servants of General Lu Ciyu, and they were ordered by the general to come here to sort out the utensils accompanying the general."

They didn't look up as they answered the question, but they still felt the coldness emanating from the nobleman.

"Look up and talk back."

The boy hurriedly raised his head, and his eyes seemed to hit a glacier covered in winter snow for a moment.

This person doesn't like him very much, or this person doesn't like Lu Lian very much.

After glancing over the servants one by one, the nobleman looked even angrier.

"You are Ji Tinghou's servants?" He said, "How did I not know? ”

…… Quite familiar? Even the servants around Ji Tinghou can write it down?

The boy looked at him cautiously again, and was glared back by the nobleman.

"The little people used to serve by Zhang Yuanjun's side, and it was only in the past few days that they were sent to General Lu," he said cautiously, "so the nobles don't know the little people." ”

"Zhang Yuanjun?" The noble man asked again, "Which envoy Zhang?" ”

"Xiaopei's Zhang Envoy Jun ......"

The nobleman was silent.

After a while, he seemed to be unable to hold back the anger in his chest, and scolded in a low voice: "Zhang Mengzhuo is ridiculous!" ”

…… Then he hurried away, leaving a group of teenagers who didn't dare to breathe and looked at each other.

"What just happened?" Someone whispered, "Scared me to death!" ”

"It's nothing," Rokuro pouted, "If this person loses his temper, no matter how high his background and status are, it is useless." ”

In addition to Chen Qun, who was huffing, Lu Bu, who was far away in Luoyang, was also huffing.

Because after Yang Xiu listened to his drunken words, he replied with a smile, "Wen Hou thinks too much, how can you use it as a dying person?" ”

Lu Bu's face, which had become red from alcoholism, seemed to be even redder, and he staggered to his feet, wanting to reach out to pull Yang Xiu, but the latter quickly dodged away.

Lu Bu, who had lost his center of gravity, smashed headfirst into the fur again, and Yang Xiu didn't care about his embarrassment at all.

"Wen Hou doesn't believe it?" The young scribe said, "Do you know that Cao Cao sent an envoy to the table to welcome the Son of Heaven to Yanzhou? ”

The frightened face came out of the fur, "Cao Cao is really a thief!" How can the imperial court accept his watch?! ”

"Although he is a thief, he is also quite dissecting in his performance, and he has confessed for attacking Liu Bei and beheading Dong Cheng," Yang Xiu said coldly, "What can the imperial court do?" Yuan Shao and Cao Cao, the imperial court has to choose one! ”

"These two are thieves! Don't the Manchu ministers even know this?! ”

"The ministers of the Manchu Dynasty all know that there are still 50,000 stone of grain in Luoyang," Yang Xiu said, "Now someone has mentioned that they want to deduct the general's food salary, and when Cao Gong comes, it can be used as a supply on the road!" ”

Lu Bu seemed to wake up from his alcohol for a moment.

He got up, sat on the fur, and looked at Yang Xiu coldly, "Besides my Bingzhou army, what other soldiers and horses in the world can protect the Son of Heaven?!" If the court really believes it to this point, it will be laughed at by the world! ”

"If you talk about faith," Yang Xiu said with a smile, "Wen Hou is not far behind!" ”

"Although I have no faith, I have never failed the Son of Heaven! How can the Son of Heaven abandon me like a mustard?! ”

This middle-aged man's eyes seemed to be able to breathe flames, he glared at Yang Xiu angrily and fearfully, as if he wanted to tear him apart at any time, and he did have this ability - don't say that just a single sun, that is, looking at the world, who can be his enemy?! Lu Lian, who is famous all over the world, was just a handyman in his house at the beginning!

"Marquis Wen keeps saying that he lives up to the Son of Heaven, but the soldiers and horses in your hands have never been used by the imperial court! Even Wen Hou himself, isn't he drunk in the house all day long, and regards himself as a mustard? Yang Xiu didn't care about the anger in his eyes at all, "How can the Son of Heaven believe in you!" ”