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Chapter 77 What does it mean to win?

King Yan Zhu Di watched Wang Buli finish dressing up and just walked to that station.

He is just a little bit higher than others and looks like a qualified soldier.

Now he is not as tall as Wang Buli.

After all, there was a two-year age difference between the two of them, and he was still developing. When he saw Wang Buli filling his bamboo tube with water again, he said:

"Now that the Ming Dynasty has not conquered Yunnan, Beiyuan and other places, you should be a good soldier and you will have the opportunity to make meritorious deeds."

"It's too dangerous to fight as a soldier." Wang Buli sprinkled some salt into the bamboo tube again:

"I have a family and a career, and I'm not someone who puts my head in my belt and fights for my life."

"Hey, what I said is that by the time I conquer Bei Yuan, you won't even have a chance to get promoted even if you fight for your life."

Wang Buli covered the stopper on the bamboo tube and said nothing more.

Zhu Di also carried a spear and a shield in his hands, and behind him were twenty soldiers of the royal palace.

Marching in the summer was really hard.

Wang Buli had only walked for a while, and his inner clothes were all wet.

He indeed ignored Zhu Di's words and said:

"I remember that when marching and fighting, soldiers do not need to be fully armed. Otherwise, how can they maintain their daily marching distance?"

Zhu Di's eyes lit up. He never thought that Wang Buli was really knowledgeable. He said with a smile:

"Normally, fighting requires vehicles to be loaded with equipment, so I'm waiting for the light troops to go into battle.

But this is not for the purpose of stretching the muscles and bones. It is used as training on weekdays to fully equip them. "

"Your training method is wrong."

"Ha." After hearing Wang Buli's words, Zhu Di shook his head and said:

"You don't know how to train soldiers, so you don't need a layman to guide an expert."

"I don't understand?" Wang Buli wiped the sweat from his face:

"You haven't been on the battlefield, and I haven't been on the battlefield either. How can you say I don't understand training?"

"I have been trained by my father since I was a child. He was surrounded by generals who were killed in mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He taught me many of his experiences.

Your father is a doctor, he can only tell you how to treat people. "

"Not bad." Wang Buli turned back and glanced at the soldiers who were also sweating:

"Guo Si, do you think a doctor can save lives on the battlefield?"

"nature."

"If you train like this, your soldiers will most likely fall to the ground due to heatstroke, lose their ability to fight, and become lambs to be slaughtered."

Wang Buli handed the spear and shield to the soldier behind him, asked him to help him take it, and untied the bamboo tube to drink water.

There was a lot of sweat on Zhu Di's head. When he saw Wang Buli acting like this, he said:

"This general has never issued a rest order. If you rest without authorization, you will be beaten with a military stick at the least, and your head will be hung at the camp gate at the worst."

"Although I am not suitable to be a general, I am still qualified as a military advisor." Wang Buli took a sip of water and said:

"I just made a suggestion to you, but you insist on going your own way. When the time comes, your head will be hung on the camp gate to keep me company."

"Hahaha." Zhu Di laughed several times and felt thirsty:

"Then let's reluctantly listen to the advice of our dog-headed military advisor."

"Now that the weather is hot, the human body sweats a lot, and the salt in the body will be excreted with sweat.

Your soldiers will suffer from dizziness, fatigue, vomiting, etc. In severe cases, they may become dehydrated and put their lives in danger. "

Listening to Wang Buli's story, Zhu Di couldn't understand why the salt in the human body was excreted together with sweat.

He subconsciously licked the sweat on his body, which tasted salty.

In fact, he already knew about Xiankou.

"If people don't eat salt, their bodies will become weaker and weaker."

Wang Buli twisted the bamboo tube and took back the spear and shield.

"What should we do?"

"Let's do an experiment to teach you a lesson."

"Good good."

Zhu Di was very curious about Wang Buli's always conducting experiments and comparisons.

Wang Buli asked the team to turn around and head to the salt store.

In the third year of Hongwu, the Shanxi frontier was in urgent need of military rations. The government recruited merchants to transport grain in exchange for salt, which could be sold in specific areas. In the fourth year of Hongwu, a rule was formulated, which was regarded as a law to open China.

"Boss, five spoons of fine green salt."

The owner of the salt shop was a little surprised when he saw that it was a military master who came in. Then he saw that Wang Bansheng was wearing a soldier's clothes, and he was shocked and said:

"Uncle, are you planning to change careers?"

"Meet a group of brothers and work hard." Wang Buli immediately put the shield on the counter:

"We look pretty handsome in this outfit, don't we?"

"Hey, then you are just like a young general, just like you stepped out of a painting."

The owner of the salt shop quickly followed Wang Buli's request and dug a spoonful of green salt into the bamboo tube for each of the soldiers waiting in line.

He then pointed to the people left outside, and Wang Buli asked him to put ten spoonfuls of it in a cloth bag and take it away. Hang the tent first and close it tomorrow.

"Uncle, it's my honor for you to borrow a little bit of salt from me. How can I ask for money?" The salt shop owner quickly refused: "If you let the neighbors know, it won't poke my spine!"

"Money should be given, but it must be given." Wang Buli lowered his voice and said:

"Just wait. If the quality is good, business will come to you in a few days."

"Oh My God."

The owner of the salt shop couldn't help but salute Wang Buli:

"Uncle, I'm busy now. I'll go to Shengchun Tower to set up a table another day. Thank you for the introduction."

Wang Buli waved his hand and went out. The salt shop owner looked at Wang Buli's retreating figure with an uncontrollable smile on his face.

I heard that Wang Buli was very ruthless in prison, but that was for prisoners, not for people like us who live an honest life.

What's more, they had never seen Wang Buli act cruelly with their own eyes, so they had a very good impression of him.

Shop owners and hawkers on the street have never seen him asking for food or drinks, and he also takes care of business from time to time.

Wang Buli patted a little green salt on his waist: "Just in case of emergency."

King Yan Zhu Di's lips were a little chapped, and he kept looking back to observe the soldiers divided into two groups.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the soldiers in Wang Buli's team who drank salt water were more energetic.

Finally we arrived outside Nanjing.

At this moment, even Zhu Di felt that he might have a heatstroke. He looked at the team led by Wang Buli, and they were not as out of breath as they were. Some of his own team were even retching.

"Damn it." Zhu Di sat in the shade of the tree with a dry mouth: "Wang Buli, you may be right."

"No one is allowed to drink raw water." Wang Buli took out a treasure note and threw it to Zhu Liang, the commander behind him, and said:

"Ask the tea stall owner to boil more hot water. We will need to add some salt water later."

Zhu Liang took the order, hugged his fists at Zhu Di, and then trotted over to do the work.

Wang Bu also drank up the light salt water in the bamboo tube while plowing, and leaned against the shade of the tree:

"Zhu Di, I am not as good as you in leading the army in battle, but you are not as good as me in managing logistics."

"Hahaha." Zhu Di laughed and hit Wang Buli on the shoulder:

"Wang Bansheng, you win."

"What do you mean I win?"

Wang Buli worked hard to spread the heat, so that his short armor would not cover him so much:

"I win this round!"