We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

Amid the cheers of the soldiers below the stage, Li Che stepped back.

As a leader, you must know how to maintain a sense of mystery and do everything yourself. Over time, your subordinates will no longer respect you.

Just say nice words and win over the soldiers' hearts, and leave the other trivial matters to your subordinates.

Wang Sanchun took over Li Che's position and shouted, "Next, those whose names are called, please come forward."

"Wang Xiaoyi, Team 2, Battalion A."

"Wen Basi, Cavalry Squadron 4."

"Li Dunzi, captain of the Wu Battalion."

As the names were called out one by one, the soldiers whose names were called immediately ran forward with flushed faces, holding their necks high like fighting cocks returning from victory.

Among the captives captured from several Mohe tribes, women accounted for less than half.

Excluding those who were too old, too young, or whose husbands were still alive, there were only more than 2,000 people left to reward the soldiers.

It is definitely not possible to give one to each person, so it can only be given priority to those who have made contributions.

Dunzi stood among the crowd of people who were being rewarded, feeling bored.

A long time had passed by the time more than 2,000 people had finished taking roll call.

He Conglong closed the roster, his face no longer showing the old-fashioned and serious expression he usually had during training: "You are lucky, His Highness has ordered!"

"Those who behead those above level three will be rewarded with a jar of wine, a room, a Mohe woman, and the title of reserve non-commissioned officer."

Many soldiers heard nothing but the three words "Mohe woman", especially the companion next to Dunzi, whose mouths were almost grinning from ear to ear.

Dunzi also raised his own doubts: "General, what is the title of reserve non-commissioned officer?"

Li Che stepped forward with a smile: "Let me explain."

“The so-called reserve non-commissioned officers have no actual responsibilities, but are a reward.

Most of you serve as sergeants or even squad leaders in the army, and a small number of you do not have any positions.

In my opinion, you are all qualified soldiers, and any one of you can be the squad leader with no problem.

However, the Ninggu Army has a limited number of people and positions, so it can only remain as it is for the time being.

However, the Ninggu Army must expand its military.

By that time, I will give priority to selecting people from the reserve non-commissioned officers and directly assign them to important positions in the new army.

To put it bluntly, you are the future military officers!"

Everyone nodded in understanding and looked at each other, seeing undisguised joy in each other's eyes.

Being an officer in the army, although not as good as those masters working in the government office, is still a honor to the family.

Li Che smiled and retreated, feeling a little helpless.

There was no way. The Ninggu Army had won every battle since its establishment. There were casualties but they were so small that they could be ignored.

The bandits who joined from Mangdang Mountain became veterans, and those who came out of the criminal camp were the elite among the veterans.

Many people's military merits have accumulated to the point where they can be promoted, but the army has so many people, and there is only one position for each person, so it is impossible to make all of them officers.

The so-called reserve non-commissioned officers are only a temporary measure, and the army will definitely have to be expanded in the future.

The soldiers didn't think too much about it, especially when a group of Mohe women walked out from behind the platform, they all forgot about the reserve officers.

In Li Che's opinion, Mohe women were dirty and might not take a bath once a year. They worked as sheepherders every day and were exposed to the wind and sun, so they did not take good care of themselves.

In order to make the soldiers feel less awkward, he specially asked the medical battalion to take them to the river to take a bath.

Despite this, they were all still covered in dust and dirt, which was really unacceptable to his modern aesthetic standards.

But it turned out that Li Che was completely overthinking it.

The soldiers came forward with smiles on their faces, holding a wine jar in one hand and holding a Mohe girl in the other.

No matter what He Conglong gave them, they accepted it with pleasure and without any complaints.

And those Mohe women did not cry or whine. On the contrary, they calmly accepted the fact that they were being sent away.

For them, being alive is already difficult, and it doesn’t matter who their husband is.

Moreover, the Ninggu Army defeated their tribe. In the barbarian culture, conquerors are powerful, and they will feel more secure under the protection of more powerful men.

Seeing this scene, the last bit of worry in Li Che's heart was broken.

He understood that now that he had come to this world, he could no longer completely adhere to the values ​​of his previous life.

In the barbarian world, women are spoils of war, and the victor owns the spoils.

Only in this way can he continuously absorb fresh blood from other ethnic groups, integrate them into the Daqing group in Ninggu County, and transform them into his own people.

Over time, the barbarians will disappear, and there will be no other ethnic groups on this land, only the Xia people of Daqing!

As for what those barbarians think, to be honest, Li Che doesn't care much about their thoughts.

At least under his rule, the defeated Mohe people could still keep their wives.

If there is an internal fight among their own clan, not to mention the wife, even the loser's children will have to call the winner dad.

Unlike other soldiers who were overjoyed, Dunzi lingered in the crowd, lacking any of the bravery that one would have in charging into battle.

Wang Sanchun had good eyesight and saw him at a glance.

He pulled him over and laughed heartily: "Hahaha, it's you, kid!"

Dunzi saluted quickly: "General Wang."

"Hey, stop being so nagging. I like you." Wang Sanchun patted his shoulder and said, "Come on, I'll personally pick out a good wife for you."

Wang Sanchun's pair of tiger eyes searched the crowd and suddenly his eyes lit up.

He stretched out his hand to push through the crowd, strode towards the Mohe women, and grabbed one of them with beautiful features.

"That's it, kid, what do you think?" Wang Sanchun asked with a smile.

Dunzi's face turned slightly red, and he didn't dare to say anything.

"Damn, she was so fierce in battle, but I didn't expect she's still a virgin." Wang Sanchun pushed the Mohe woman into Dunzi's arms. "She's yours. This general picked her for you personally. You'd be doing me a disservice if you don't give birth to seven or eight children!"

The Mohe woman leaned softly in Dunzi's arms, and the scent of soapberries on her body went straight into his nose.

Dunzi suddenly felt that half of his body was numb.

"Okay, take your wife home." Wang Sanchun said with a smile, "I won't give you that jar of wine. Consider it your filial piety to me, okay?"

"Thank you, thank you...General." Dunzi saluted stutteringly.

Wang Sanchun waved his hand impatiently and drove the two away.

Dunzi held the woman's hand and walked towards the military camp.

General Li Che divided the camp into two parts, one part was stationed in the inner city and the other part was stationed in the outer city.

Naturally, the rewards given to these reserve officers could not be separate courtyards and houses.

Instead, the original aristocratic family mansion was converted into single rooms, about ten square meters per person, which was enough.

Dunzi was led to his own small room in a daze, and the Mohe woman followed behind him without saying a word.

Dunzi didn't wake up until the door was closed. His face flushed and he didn't dare look at anyone. "Well...you sleep on the bed, I'll just sleep on the floor."

Ignoring the Mohe woman's puzzled look, Dunzi picked up a straw mat, spread it on the ground, and lay down facing the wall.

Suddenly, a strange noise came from the next room, as if a woman was screaming in pain.

Dunzi cursed inwardly, "Which bastard is beating someone up? From the sound, it seems like he's been beaten pretty hard. I'm going to sue him tomorrow."

While he was thinking, he suddenly felt someone sitting on his waist.

Dunzi opened his eyes and saw a pair of eyes like black pearls, tender and affectionate.

"you......"

The Mohe woman smiled and placed her index finger between Dunzi's lips.

Then he took off his clothes and crouched down.

A moment later, a strange sound like a cry of pain was also heard from Dunzi's room.