Late Ming Dynasty: Oops, I am surrounded by the Donglin Party

After hearing what Zhang Shikang said, Sun Weifan felt numb from his prostate to his tonsils.

Does this kid really know what he is talking about?

A second-rank deputy general, the same rank as the six ministers of the six ministries, are you going to appoint him?

Do you want to rebel?

Even if he is a lieutenant general of the third rank, you cannot appoint him casually, unless you don't want to live.

"Zhang family boy, this is not a joke, stop talking nonsense!"

Sun Weifan quickly walked up to Zhang Shikang and reminded him with a frown.

Zhang Shikang chuckled when he heard this and shook the Emperor's Sword in his hand. Sun Weifan opened his mouth but was speechless for a moment.

Although this kid talks nonsense and acts without logic based on his mood, with an ugly face of a playboy, he is favored by the emperor.

He saw with his own eyes how much Emperor Chongzhen trusted this kid.

But he just doesn't understand, why?

The soldiers below were also a little confused by Zhang Shikang's words. They were really confused.

What happened just now made them full of love and respect for Zhang Shikang. They felt that Zhang Shikang was different from those people. He was a very capable person who was worthy of their trust in life.

But now this person they respected suddenly said such words, and in a tone that made them feel familiar.

Finally someone remembered why it seemed familiar. This... this is definitely the tone of those dandy young men in Beijing.

There are all kinds of people in the capital, and there are many young men who are lazy and do not do their work.

These guys act on their mood without any principles.

Many soldiers' mouths twitched. They really didn't know how to describe this young admiral.

However, Zhang Shikang's next words shocked them again.

"Look at you guys, you're really useless.

Haven't you heard the old saying?

Princes and generals, would you rather be kind? "

Zhang Shikang spoke so passionately that he was almost about to raise his arms and call for action.

Sun Weifan was almost scared to death.

From the top of my head to my tailbone, I felt cold instantly.

This sentence cannot be said to be no different from rebellion, it can only be said to be exactly the same.

Could it be that this guy is planning a rebellion? Is he relying on these beggar-like soldiers?

No! This guy doesn't have that ability, and these soldiers are not stupid.

What's more, this guy didn't even want to be the commander-in-chief of the Beijing Camp at first.

He also helped the emperor to defraud silver from nobles and relatives, but this guy didn't steal a single ounce of silver. He saw with his own eyes how the silver was transported to the Beijing camp.

If there really was to be a rebellion, any normal person would have made plans quietly. How could someone just arrive at the barracks and not even recognize the soldiers and then start a rebellion?

That's not right! This kid is clearly a playboy!

Can a dandy's brain think like a normal person?

At this moment, the CPU of Huaining Marquis Sun Weifan was running frantically.

It's almost smoking.

"Zhang Shikang, you...are you really going to rebel?"

Even a tough guy like Sun Weifan swallowed his saliva.

Zhang Shikang looked at the old uncle in confusion and said seriously:

"Rebellion? Why would my uncle have such an idea? Even if you give me money, I won't do it.

Rebellion is so tiring, even dogs wouldn't do it!"

"Then...then what you just said..."

Zhang Shikang was delighted when he heard this, thinking that this old uncle was not well educated, so he explained:

"Who said that was tantamount to rebellion? What I meant was, why are only nobles and their relatives qualified to be military commanders?

Are they born to be military commanders?"

As he spoke, Zhang Shikang looked back at the soldiers on the parade ground and continued:

“Are they simply better than these soldiers?

Does it mean that you are better at fighting than these soldiers?

I don't think so. "

After a brief explanation, Sun Weifan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But the lower-level soldiers below breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that the admiral was not joking with them?

In addition to the low-level soldiers on the parade ground, there were also middle and low-level military generals, including platoon leaders, sentry commanders, thousand commanders, and guerrillas.

In fact, many of them have climbed up from the bottom; they also come from the bottom.

But many people, no matter how hard they try, can only serve as guerrillas in the military.

Because to go higher, it is no longer a question of ability. Without a good background and connections in the court, it will be impossible to get promoted until you die.

This is an unspoken rule that almost everyone knows.

But now Zhang Shikang asked them a soul-searching question: Is this really right?

Are they really inferior to those who rely on family, blood ties, and connections to rise?

Many people's eyes suddenly became eager, especially those guerrilla generals and captains. After all, they were the people closest to the positions of lieutenant general and deputy general.

At this moment, there were already stars in their eyes when they looked at Zhang Shikang.

The situation is similar for the lower-level soldiers. Even if they are not qualified to be deputy generals or lieutenant generals, they can be promoted to guerrilla generals or thousand commanders.

Are there too many carrot holes?

At this time, the spirit and vigor of all the soldiers finally returned, and their morale was like the Peng bird in the North Sea, soaring up to 90,000 miles.

Zhang Shikang felt that it was about right, so he laughed and said:

"It's time for dinner. Let's talk about this later. Come on, let's go eat."

Hearing this, the guerrillas and captains were all stunned. "My Lord Admiral, why are we still eating? Let's finish what we have to say first."

When should we choose? How should we choose? Could you please give us some rules?

What kind of food should he eat? What delicious food should he eat? If he could become a deputy general, no, a lieutenant general, he would be able to go without food today, tomorrow, or even for three days.

But Zhang Shikang didn't care about what these people were thinking. After a while, his stomach was rumbling and his throat was almost smoking.

Man is like iron and rice is like steel. He will feel hungry if he doesn't eat for a meal. He was used to eating sumptuous food in the Duke of England's mansion and had never eaten the food in the military camp.

Zhang Shikang walked in the front, followed by a large crowd of beggar soldiers from the Beijing camp. At that moment, Sun Weifan suddenly felt that Zhang Shikang was very awesome.

In just half a day, this group of beggar soldiers changed their appearance. If these soldiers were beggars, then the leader Zhang Shikang was Hong Qigong.

Not to mention anything else, if Zhang Shikang gave the order at this time to let these beggar soldiers chop him up, Sun Weifan felt that these people would probably not hesitate.

Is this boy really a playboy?

Sun Weifan followed behind and this question arose in his mind again. In fact, in the past few days, this question had been repeatedly confirmed and overturned by him several times.

He looked at Zhang Shikang as if he were a monster.

When we arrived at the dining place, there was a cook from the Fire Camp every one meter on the wooden platform which was about a hundred meters long. In front of the cooks were a bucket of rice, a bucket of steamed buns and a bucket of dried pickles.

The scene of tens of thousands of people dining is not to be underestimated. Even with dozens of windows distributing meals, it still looks noisy and messy.

Some people cut in line, some took advantage of their military rank and strength to steal other people's food, and some quarreled or even fought, which made Zhang Shikang very unhappy.

The morale of these guys is boosted, but their discipline is even worse than that of elementary school students in the school cafeteria.

So Zhang Shikang waved his hand and asked the cook in front of him to move aside, and he turned over and stood on the high platform where rice and steamed buns were placed.

In the eyes of all the soldiers, Zhang Shikang's position was solid. When they saw Zhang Shikang standing on the platform, the fighting, quarreling and crowding stopped immediately.

In less than three breaths, the venue with tens of thousands of people fell silent.

The cook's wife was stunned. It was the first time she had seen tens of thousands of people eating together without making any noise. She looked at Zhang Shikang as if he was looking at a ghost.

After Zhang Shikang stood on the platform, he looked around at his soldiers and said loudly:

"Everyone, line up honestly for this admiral, but anyone who cuts in line, quarrels, fights, or bullies others will be disqualified from the selection!"

After saying that, Zhang Shikang jumped off the wooden platform, picked up a porcelain bowl with several corners missing from the side, and handed it to the stunned cook with a smile.

"Give me a soldier's meal, standard."

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