The Soldier of the Red Mansion

Chapter 75 Going South
If the rent from the Xue family solved the problem of food and clothing for the soldiers, then if this business is successful, it will solve the problem of food and clothing for the soldiers' families. The next step will be to improve their living standards.

Who doesn't know how to be a general giving orders?

A day of great fun.

Wang Xin sat on the stage, followed by an old man and several young men.

Not someone else.

It was the coach invited by Wang Xin himself.

Wang Xin wanted to hire a powerful martial artist, and later learned that the Imperial Guards had coaches in the past. Among them, there was a master who was particularly powerful and was known as the coach of the 800,000 Imperial Guards. In other words, no other coach could compare to him.

So he asked the admiral's son Zhu Shenggong for help, and asked his father, the admiral of the Eastern Army, to write a letter personally, asking this person to help with the training of the Eastern Army's small camp.

This person used to be the instructor of the Imperial Guards. Although the instructor had no rank and was just a temporary civilian, he was still the instructor of the Imperial Guards. That was why he asked the governor of the Eastern Army to come forward and give him enough face.

Of course, if this person doesn’t come, I won’t wait there foolishly.

Fortunately it came.

at this time.

The parade ground was filled with flags, swaying in the wind. There were hundreds of people in the team and dozens of flags, all newly sewn by the soldiers' families, making the parade ground look like a sea of ​​flags.

"Dong dong dong."

Standing in front of the platform was Li Wu.

Wang Xin would hand over the drills to the sentries in turn, giving them advice privately, which helped them grow rapidly. Li Wu, a former sentry, was full of ambition and had learned a lot from the commander.

Skillfully commanding the flag soldiers and order soldiers on the high platform.

Following the rhythm of the drums, the square formation below began to advance, like black clouds on the ground, moving slowly.

"Wei."

"Wei."

Due to the lack of weapons and supplies, Wang Xin ordered the entire army to practice using spears to first practice the form and not waste time.

Like a spear formation.

With every step, a low roar emanated from the soldiers' throats, like a ferocious beast issuing a deadly threat.

"Wei."

"Wei."

Li Wu raised his hand to give the order, and the flag bearer beside him immediately waved the flag.

immediately.

"Clang Clang"

A burst of dense gong sounds rang out.

The square formations all stopped at the same time, but if you look closely, you can see that many of the squad leaders, sergeants, and even captains are sweating profusely.

The soldiers did not understand that the advancement and retreat of the army depended entirely on their respective squad leaders.

Many squad leaders and sergeants were unable to remember the task immediately, which resulted in the phalanx not being completely uniform and somewhat scattered, essentially indicating a lack of practice.

Wang Xin knew what was going on.

However, today he wanted to let the coach see the quality of the soldiers, so after a pause, Wang Xin stepped forward to take over the command.

Li Wu bowed and stepped down, returning to his seat.

It's just a different person.

But the atmosphere changed.

It always feels a little different.

The black-faced old man and his apprentices had already changed their expressions.

Several disciples even felt a little weak in the knees.

The soldiers seen outside before had completely different auras from the soldiers who were training at this time. Now they were standing on the high platform, with the whole army paying attention to them and murderous aura filling the air. How could they not be afraid?

Not to mention the black-faced old man's disciples, the black-faced old man often stayed in the Imperial Guards. Although he only taught martial arts, he was accustomed to the Imperial Guards' training over the years and had seen various methods, but this place was particularly different.

With so many flags, gongs, drums, etc., the army's training is as detailed as that of a theater troupe.

Is this asking Zhang Fei to thread the needle?

"Raise the main flag."

Wang Xin seemed like a different person.

No gods or ghosts can invade.

No strangers allowed in.

The flag soldiers and the command soldiers were shaking with nervousness. At this moment, the commander was no longer alone. No one could make a mistake, otherwise they would be severely punished. The key point was that no one dared to be dissatisfied, and no one could be dissatisfied.

When the commander raises the five-sided flag.

All five whistles moved.

At this time, Wang Xin turned his head and looked at the old man beside him. He asked in a businesslike and stern tone, "Master Chen, although my military camp is small, it has everything. If Master Chen is truly capable, I will entrust this Hexi camp to you."

The Jingying miners were different from the voluntary miners.

Miners have a hard life, and they are forced to do so by life. After all, it is just a job. The worst that can happen is that they quit, and the worst that can happen is that they starve to death.

The soldiers in the Beijing camp were ordered around for years and could not escape. Deserters who were caught would be beheaded. They were treated as servants by each family, even worse than servants, or even worse than slaves.

After all, the soldiers of the Beijing Camp belong to the imperial court. If the officials don't use them, it will be a waste. If they use them, they won't feel sorry for it, and they will work them to death.

So Wang Xin discovered it a long time ago.

The soldiers in the Beijing camp have been lacking in spirit for several months now. Their servility is too strong.

For an army like this, it is useless to simply improve their treatment. It will only make them retain their old habits and then influence others.

How to do?
Practice martial arts.

Strengthen your body, acquire skills, rejuvenate your spirit and restore your confidence, this is adapting to local conditions.

There is no constant situation in war.

How could it be referring only to the battlefield?

Once you become a soldier, every moment is a battlefield and every moment is about military tactics.

of course.

Practicing martial arts is hard.

But a person with a strong slave mentality can only end his slave mentality through the hardship of practicing martial arts, which is a kind of rebirth.

So Wang Xin wanted to hire the best martial artist.

The more powerful and famous they are, the better the effect will be, and they will give the soldiers more confidence.

Restore spirit.

Only then can you be a good soldier.

Then.

Wang Xin looked at the old man in front of him.

The coach in front of me.

Is it enough to live up to the reputation of being the instructor of the 800,000 imperial guards?

soon.

There is a new coach in the Hexi camp.

I heard that he was the former coach of the Imperial Guards. The old man’s disciples boasted that their master was once known as the coach of the 800,000 Imperial Guards.

People scoffed.

Not to mention the imperial guards of the past, even the entire Beijing camp now has less than 800,000 soldiers.

But the soldiers also began to learn to shoot
According to the spearmanship that Wang Dusi and the old man figured out together.

Just one move.

Thrust.

Turn left and stab.

Turn right and stab.

Go forward and stab.

Looking at the progress on the training ground, Wang Xin was reluctantly satisfied.

The old man had a dark face.

Wang Xin knew why the old man was dissatisfied.

All of the old man's messy moves were cut off by himself, so of course the old man was dissatisfied.

But as long as you are satisfied.

Finally, it has some military flavor.

At this time.

A personal soldier came running over, panting, and whispered, "Commander-in-Chief, the Right Commander of the Eastern Army, and the Secretary are here, saying they have brought an urgent military order."

Wang Xin was not surprised.

Lu Zhongheng brought news from the southeast, and estimated that it was time for the Beijing troops to move south.

as predicted.

Dai Wei and Zhu Zhen brought the admiral's military order.

The small camp in Hexi marched south to suppress the Japanese pirates.

Holding this military order, Wang Xin felt inexplicably emotional.

Seeing that Wang Xin hadn't spoken, Dai Wei asked anxiously, "Captain Wang, when are we leaving?"

"So urgent?"

Wang Xin asked deliberately.

Dai Wei smiled bitterly.

He knew that this commander was not a person without background.

Many people were more informed than he was, and it was impossible to hide it from him, so he said truthfully: "Every department is shirking responsibility. The Admiral really hopes that Wang Dusi will set an example."

Of course I shirked responsibility.

Whoever goes to suppress the Japanese will die. It has been like this for many years, not just for two or three years. Who would dare to go?

What's more, it's so hurried.

The Beijing camp was not fully prepared.

So opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared.

(End of this chapter)