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

After settling the slaves who had just joined the team, Li Che turned his attention back to the army.

The labor force in the team is sufficient for the time being, but the armed force still only consists of more than a thousand criminals.

Although the criminals are fearless and experienced, their physical fitness is really worrying.

Although he had just wiped out all the Wang family guards, it was not an all-round crush. It was mainly due to his fearlessness and courage.

Moreover, the Wang family had been indulged in extravagance and debauchery for a long time, and most of their guards were drunkards and incompetent, and could not withstand a single blow.

There is still a long way to go before we can get out of the border, and after getting out, we have to be ready to deal with the attacks of the barbarians at any time. It is urgent to improve the combat effectiveness of the army.

Li Che thought for a while and decided to go talk to Hua Changan.

If you want to improve the soldiers' physical fitness in a short period of time, you have to rely on this former imperial physician.

After asking a few people, Li Che learned that Hua Chang'an was helping to settle the slave camp, so he rode over on horseback.

From a distance, we could see that the soldiers were distributing small amounts of food to the slaves according to Li Che's orders.

If the soldiers see someone eating in a hurry, they will step forward to stop them.

Hua Chang'an watched with his hands behind his back, looking quite like an immortal.

However, when he saw Li Che, his elegant demeanor instantly disappeared. Instead, he smiled broadly and stepped forward to bow and said:

"Your Highness, you are here. Your Highness, please slow down. I will help you dismount."

Li Che looked at him helplessly and dismounted.

This Mr. Hua is good in every way except that he is too polite.

"How's the situation?"

"Most of the food has already been distributed," Hua Chang'an asked curiously, "Your Highness, why don't you let them eat as much as they want?"

Li Che looked at him in surprise: "You are a doctor, don't you know that the stomach can contract? Will it burst if you overeat after being hungry?"

Unexpectedly, Hua Changan was surprised and asked: "The stomach is in the human abdomen, how did you know this?"

Li Che then remembered that the first person in history to order a "human dissection experiment" was Wang Mang, the emperor of the Xin Dynasty, and that doctors at that time knew very little about the internal structure of the human body.

In this time and space, there was not even the Han Dynasty, so naturally there was no Wang Mang.

Although there are professions such as coroners, they only make simple observations after dissecting corpses and have never conducted in-depth research on the human body structure.

"If Mr. Hua has the chance, he can find a corpse, cut open the abdomen, and observe it carefully." Li Che suggested.

Hua Chang'an's expression suddenly changed. "Our bodies and hair are inherited from our parents! Isn't such behavior disrespectful to the deceased?"

"Why are you saying that?" Li Che said seriously, "Only by understanding the internal structure of the human body can we prescribe the right medicine in the future."

"You can also record what you see, or even create a diagram for future doctors to observe and learn from. Dissecting one person can save the lives of millions. This is a tremendous merit for both you and the person being dissected!"

After hearing Li Che's words, Hua Changan felt a little moved.

But the long-term confinement of his thoughts made him feel a little conflicted, so he could only lower his head silently and dared not say a word.

Li Che saw this and patted his shoulder: "Forget it, I will find a death row prisoner who has committed a heinous crime in the future. Are you willing to do that?"

Hua Chang'an's eyes suddenly lit up: "If so, I am willing to serve."

"Let's not talk about this anymore." Li Che changed the subject and said, "I have brought the doctors and medicines. I will leave the matter of improving the soldiers' physical condition to you."

"Your Highness, don't worry. The soldiers are all in good health. They just need careful care and they will be full of energy." Hua Chang'an guaranteed.

"Not enough." Li Che shook his head: "I only give you three days. After three days, I want them to at least recover to the point where they can participate in normal training."

"This... I will do my best." Hua Chang'an looked embarrassed.

"Don't worry, it's just some simple training." Li Che smiled kindly and comforted him.

Seeing Li Che's smile, Hua Changan shuddered silently.

I don't know why, but whenever I see His Highness smiling like this, I always feel a little creepy.

. . . . . .

Four days later.

beep-

A sharp whistle pierced the night sky, waking Hua Chang'an from his sleep.

He suddenly stood up and opened the curtain, but it was still dark outside.

"Father, what happened?" A petite girl asked timidly as the curtain of another tent outside was lifted.

"Alas." Hua Chang'an sighed, "Nothing, His Highness is training the troops again."

Outside the camp, figures ran out of the tents one after another. Although they were a little panicked, their movements were still quick.

Li Che stood neatly dressed on the platform, looking down at the messy team below.

When the queue quieted down, he glanced at the incense burner in the corner and saw that it had burned one-third, and a sense of helplessness arose in his heart.

One stick of incense lasts about thirty minutes, which means it took a full ten minutes from the time the whistle started to the time the gathering was completed.

Li Che sighed helplessly, his obedience and discipline were still too poor.

"Everyone, stand at attention!" Qiu Bai shouted.

Sporadic voices were heard, and the criminal army barely stood still under Qiu Bai's command, but they were still crooked and disorganized.

Li Che walked forward slowly, his eyes sweeping over everyone: "At ease."

There was another sporadic kicking sound, which made Li Che's obsessive-compulsive disorder come on:

"Okay." Li Che said, "This time it's faster than last time."

Hearing Li Che's words, everyone's faces suddenly showed joy.

"But...it's far from enough!" Li Che changed the subject.

Everyone's smiles froze on their faces.

Li Che looked at everyone seriously:

"It took us one-third of an incense stick to gather. If there really was an enemy attack at night, they would have already reached my tent!"

"What is the military? Military affairs are a matter of great importance to a nation, a matter of life and death! Only when orders are obeyed and discipline is enforced can we defeat the enemy and achieve victory!"

"This isn't just bandits coming down the mountain! This isn't just a bunch of thugs rushing in like a gang! We need to be disciplined! We need to know how to pool everyone's strength!"

Seeing that everyone in the audience was listening attentively but remaining silent, Li Che suddenly felt like a summer insect chirping on ice.

Li Che knew in his heart that these soldiers who were born as criminals had no idea about military discipline.

"Three kilometers of cross-country!" Li Che ordered, "The last team to come back will have breakfast last!"

Although everyone did not understand Li Che's painstaking efforts, they understood the order clearly and were eager to try, fearing that they would fall behind.

"Remember, it counts only when all members return to the team. Not even one person can be left behind." Li Che added.

In addition to discipline, teamwork is also important.

At a command, more than a thousand criminals rushed out of the camp and disappeared into the night.

Wang Sanchun ran at the front of the team, and He Conglong quickened his pace to keep pace with him.

"Old Prince, do you think His Highness's training method really works?" He Conglong rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked in a low voice, "I've never heard of any army training like this."

"Do you know how to train soldiers, or do I? Why bother with so much? Just take whatever His Highness says as the truth." Wang Sanchun glanced at him and quickened his pace.

He Conglong grinned, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and quickened his pace.

I always feel that your highness's method is not very reliable. If you don't practice fighting or battle formations, what's the point of practicing these fancy things?

But breakfast must be eaten. There are only so many meat patties. If my team eats last, I'm afraid I can only eat some crumbs.