Beiyang new warlord

The song and dance sounded again, but Mao Jue didn't have the time to take a second look. His eyes completely followed the 100-jin black iron sword out of the door. He couldn't help it, and he touched the handle of the gun at his waist again. Now, a On the belt, I have already worn two revolvers, and the cold drum exudes a strong murderous intent

Chapter 33. Military training

Hug Buddha's feet temporarily.This sentence is the best portrayal of Dongjiang Town.

Yuan Chonghuan is coming, for the sake of his family's commander-in-chief, the [-] town soldiers on Phi Island were made a fuss, except for patrolling the outer seas, defending Tieshan, and Lushun area, all were pulled out for drills, The training every day was almost catching up with the military training, and the Ming army, who was used to being sloppy on weekdays, complained endlessly.

Mao Jue's great fortune in fishing had to come to an end temporarily. As President Qian, he also had to devote himself to the training of the phalanx.

On the playground in Xidaying, smoke and dust were billowing, and there was a din of voices.

"Lift! Let go! Lift! Let go, go forward, stop!"

Wearing that set of Qianzong cotton armor, Mao Jue's voice was a little smoky. He knew how the Ming army was defeated in a series of battles such as Sarhu, Shenyang, Liaoyang, and Tieling. It has the advantage of mobility, and the Ming army can only rely on formation and firearms to resist, but this formation!

During Mao Jue's military training, their instructors cursed angrily, yelling that there are no college students who are more sloppy than them. Now Mao Jue understands his mood. It's half a beat, and I can't tell the difference between the first, second and third rows without taking two steps. This is the fifth day of the training camp, and I haven't made any progress at all. Amid Mao Jue's exasperated yelling, I can't walk ten meters The phalanx formed by six hundred households walked obstinately, taking the shape of a wild boar's head, and the angry Mao Jue simply yelled and stopped.

"Are you pigs? Don't you look left and right when you walk? What are you walking?"

"Going back to Lord Qianhu, don't you just charge forward when you are fighting? What are you looking at?"

Mao Jue was so angry that he wanted to breathe fire, but there was someone who was not afraid of things, facing his little flag, a man with a rather strong physique, who looked like a giant beast, and shouted angrily while holding a sword and shield. A group of dudes also nodded in agreement.

"Yes, Mr. Qian!"

"It's enough to fight with all your might, what are you doing by looking at the left and right?"

The corners of his mouth violently twitched to the side. Mao Jue looked as if he had suffered a stroke. It wasn't that he looked down on Peng. As Grandpa Mao said, the strategic thinking of this group of bastards was still at the same level as Li Zicheng's uprising. They had no concept of organization and discipline. Brave, too loose!

His cheeks were about to explode, and he was furious. Mao Jue wanted to argue with this group of soldiers and ruffians, but at this moment, the gong under the command of Mao Youde, the chief sentry on the stage, was beaten. The three thousand households all dispersed, and a group of soldiers and ruffians lazily hid under the shade of the trees, some flickered their hats, some untied their armor, threw weapons and sundries all over the ground, and followed them lying on their backs. Like a dead man.

Just now when Mao Jue was going to take out the knife, those soldiers and ruffians hid far away, and even laughed wantonly from the sidelines. Furiously, he slammed his sleeves to the side, picked up a jar of water and poured it with his head up. The cold well water could be regarded as clearing up his dizzy mind a little bit.

"Master, wipe your face!"

At this time, a towel reached Mao Jue's side, and as soon as he reached out to take it, Mao Jue's expression changed immediately, and he pulled Wen Meng aside angrily.

"I didn't ask you to stare at the other end of the pier, you came here to fuck!"

"Master, it's just a group of somersault soldiers. They have finished unloading the food these days, and they will leave tomorrow. I really didn't see any spies you mentioned, young master. Besides, the little one has already let the fox eyes there. If you keep an eye on it, you can always rest assured that not even a single fly will fly out."

"Say more!"

Tilting his chin to those soldiers who were staggering to and fro, Wen Mengma said in a gloomy voice with a strong ruthlessness on his face.

"These bastards are just bullying you, young master. These bastards understand too well. Give them three points of color and you can open the master of the dyeing workshop. Young master, you are too, too kind. Treat them with respect." Get fucking tough."

"You also need a helper, don't you!"

Thumbs compared to his chest, watching this fellow gesture softly to the side, Mao Jue is not the only one Qianhu on the playground, other Qianhu adults are resting, those who come up to fan their fans, and those who hold umbrellas , Mao Jue, who watched this scene, couldn't help but nodded approvingly.

The whistle suddenly blew, and a dozen or so soldiers carried each other, and drove the soldiers under Qianhu's command to the playground. Pang Dahai, Li Yaowu, Shen Rong, Zhang Mengfu and other hundreds of households were also there. Walked over full of complaints.

"Mr. Qian, the time for repairs has not yet come, and the general has not given the order, what about you?"

"Come if you want, or leave if you don't!"

With a gloomy face, Mao Jue waved his hand impolitely.Looking at each other in astonishment, Li Yaowu and Zhang Mengfu simply turned their heads and walked away lazily. Seeing this, the soldiers under their hands also turned their heads and left. More than 290 people from his first three hundred households reluctantly stood up again.

After hesitating for a while, seeing Mao Jue's personal soldiers holding swords and shields were all forming the formation, Shen Rong finally followed suit and shook his head. The soldiers under his command also had to stand in the queue with depressed faces. The four The Baihusuo lined up horizontally, according to the order of the battle formation, the ones in the front were holding spears, the middle were gunners, and the two wings were holding swords and shields.

But this time, Mao Jue did not order the formation to be practiced, but let everyone just stand like this.

Although it was late spring, the sun at noon was vicious enough. The sun was shining, holding their weapons and not moving. These soldiers soon discovered that this was actually more difficult than drills.Soon some people couldn't help scratching their heads, but with this small movement, a leather whip was pulled down from behind, kicking the soldier out of the formation with a big kick, pointing to the open space next to him, Mao Jue was gloomy growled.

"Put your hands on the ground, go up and down, and do a hundred push-ups! Go away!"

The phosphorus soldier dragged the unlucky ghost by his shoulders and pressed him to the ground. He taught him to do three times with his hands, and then supervised there with a whip. If he was a little slow, he just passed with a whip. This continued for 5 minutes, a hundred times in a row. Push-ups, the rather thin soldier was already out of breath from exhaustion, but there was no chance for him to catch his breath, so the man was dragged back into the queue and ordered to continue standing.

This is Mao Jue's most painful and bitter military posture during his military training. For two hours, he had to stand with his chest up and his head up without moving. The girl's sanitary napkin was stuffed into the shoe.

But this is also the most exercise of willpower and obedience!There was a story about the famous Qi family army. When Qi Jiguang was just transferred to the governor of Jiliao, he ordered a military parade. Suddenly it rained heavily, and almost all the frontier troops ran to shelter from the rain. Only the [-] Qi family troops brought by Qi Jiguang from Yiwu Stand still.

It is this kind of iron army that created a record of more than 20 soldiers and horses defeating a total of [-] enemy troops in Jiajing and Longqing, two relatively peaceful eras.

Mao Jue at the front stared at them with his hands behind his back, and Wen Meng led eight soldiers to patrol around, looking at the whip and blood on the back of the unlucky ghost, there were more than [-] soldiers, including the small flag, and the general flag was full of grandeur. He didn't even dare to take a breath, and he just stood stiffly amidst the curious pointing, pointing, and joking with their jobs in hand.

The resumption of exercises in the afternoon was around two o'clock. Hearing the sound of the drum, more than 5000 soldiers from the Xidaying Camp reluctantly flocked to the playground again. He wanted to return to the formation, but Wen Meng stopped him bluntly, pushed him away, and formed a small formation beside Li Yaowu and Zhang Mengfu's muttering in a low voice.

Seeing the rest of the thousand households start to form, the soldiers of the four hundred households realized for the first time that walking in formation turned out to be a blissful thing, and all of them with tense faces that dared not move, all looked vigorously at Mao Jue .

But this time, Mao Jue came up with a new trick.

"If I shout one, you will move your left leg, and if you shout two, you will move your right leg. The steps must be the same! Those who dare to walk indiscriminately, cross the same row and go forward or towards the latter, whip five, and do two hundred push-ups! Listen to the mother. Do you understand?"

"I understand!"

In the weak reply, Mao Jue yelled loudly with a hoarse voice.

"Let's go! One! Two! One!"

For the era when Mao Jue came, war no longer required large-scale charges and battles in formations, but formations were still the most important thing in the three-month training of recruits, because this kind of training placed great emphasis on integrity and discipline. , the firearms are far from the powerful Ming Dynasty of the later generations, and the formation is even more effective in actual combat.

However, this classic Western drill code of later generations is still too fresh for the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty. He staggered to and fro, and some people simply fell to the ground.

On the contrary, Li and Zhang's two hundred households lined up very neatly this time, looking around, these bastards were laughing there.

This time, Mao Jue was not upset, he was really a good guy with three gangs, without him opening his mouth, Wen Meng had already kicked out the twenty or so soldiers who had just made a mistake one by one like a hound.

"Isn't it child's play to be the general's military order?"

Holding the whip behind his back, Mao Jue snorted imposingly. Seeing the whip dangling in his hand, these fisherman soldiers from three hundred families all had weak legs and knelt on the ground and kowtowed. A particularly dark guy raised his hand at the front, distinguishing sadly.

"Mr. Qian, please forgive me, little one, I really don't know left and right!"

Right or left?

Mao Jue was really taken aback when he heard it, but then he couldn't help but burst out laughing, but just as these unlucky ghosts breathed a sigh of relief, his whip had already been rotated violently, and there was a crackling sound. Amidst the screams, these guys clutched their left arms and staggered in pain.

"This is the left side! The side that eats is the right side. Now, give me [-] push-ups with my right hand. This time, I will see who still can't distinguish between left and right?"

This year is really not an era of democracy and equality. Amidst Mao Jue's roar, the phalanx watched [-] or so unlucky ghosts finish [-] push-ups with one hand, and then returned to the queue with weak hands In the middle, this time, even if it is true that there is no distinction between left and right, the trembling of the heart is twisted severely on the hand that eats.

No one expected that Mao Jue, who had seemed approachable for several days in a row, would become so cruel and terrifying.

"Let's go together, one two one!"

Once again, Mao Jue's hoarse voice yelled. This time, the army formation was more organized than ever before, and everyone carefully followed the order, stepping forward with their left and right feet, holding weapons.