Chapter 121: Maverick Jubao Mountain 0 Households

"I want to attack Huazhou."

At the high-level military meeting that Fang Xing was not qualified to attend, Zhang Fu firmly expressed his views.

But Mu Sheng has some disagreements on this. He thinks that the terrain of Huazhou is dangerous, which is not conducive to the attacker.

The two chief officials were communicating, and the other melon-eaters expressed their boredom.

"Hey! The gang that arrived yesterday came out?"

It was also in the corner, but the Jubaoshan Qianhu Office had sex before dawn, which shocked the two sergeants who had just woken up to pee.

In the dark night, a sharp whistle blew, and soon, a group of black people stood neatly in front of the camp.

Fang Xing resisted the desire to yawn, and said to the silent soldiers: "I don't care what the higher-ups think, but our Jubaoshan Thousand Households must maintain our combat effectiveness and stand ready for death!"

"Set off!"

"turn right!"

"Small trot!"

A touch of purple appeared on the horizon, and the sound of orderly footsteps made the patrolling sergeant turn his head and take a look.

In the darkness, soldiers lined up neatly trotted silently. The team of more than a thousand people felt like a whole.

"hiss!"

Where is this team from? Don't you know that military training has to follow the unified arrangement above?

The patrol wanted to go up to stop him, but when he got to the edge, he saw that the sergeants were all staring straight away, as if they didn't see him.

A chill made the patrol a little weak.

When the team arrived at the gate of the camp, the sentinel who wanted to stop it was also shocked by the silent momentum. After the team ran out, he hurried to find Shangguan.

Zhang Fujiu was in the army, and his work and rest schedules were relatively regular.

After washing up, Zhang Fu went out with his sword in hand. As soon as he stood still, he saw Qianhu who was on duty last night rushing over.

"My lord, someone rushed out of the camp!"

Zhang Fu's eyebrows twitched, and he slowly wiped his sword and asked, "Which one is it?"

Is this a harbinger of murder?

Qianhu swallowed his saliva, and said with difficulty: "It's the Qianhu Office of Jubao Mountain that just arrived yesterday."

The sword was shiny, but the hand had stopped.

"What are they going for?"

The team officer thought of the silent team, and said with some self-deprecation: "When they left the camp, they ran around the side."

Mu Sheng also came. He moved his arms and legs, and after asking about the situation, he smiled and said, "Wen Bi, let's go and have a look first."

This sergeant drill was originally arranged by the battalion, and no team would take the initiative to do additional training, so Fang Xing's unit suddenly became an exception.

The sky was getting brighter, and the voices of those yelling at the soldiers could be heard in the camp, but there was no sound at the place near the fence.

The sergeants who got up didn't bother to wash up, they were standing neatly by the fence, looking at the team bathed in the rising sun.

Zhang Fu came with several generals, and the sergeants hurried to the side when they saw it, leaving them the best positions.

Cochin sunlight shone on the side of the camp, and amidst the steaming mist, a group of soldiers ran over in a neat array.

"One two one, one two one, one, two, three, four!"

"one two three four!"

The orderly sound made the onlookers change their colors, but the footsteps were getting closer and closer, making people's hearts seem to be beating with this rhythm.

"Puff puff……"

Thousands of people are running according to the same rhythm, the sound is really frightening.

Mu Sheng looked at this scene, and said enviously: "Wen Bi, your brother-in-law is hiding everything!"

Zhang Fu just said indifferently: "It's nothing more than talking on paper, but the real fighters are the powerful ones."

Just as they were talking, the team had already run into the camp, and their pace changed to walk in unison.

"Boom!"

There is no difference in the clothes on the body,

But the faces of the drenched sergeants were all indifferent, obviously this kind of training was already commonplace for them.

Without looking sideways, Fang Xing drove into his camp. Fang Xing said to Lao Qi Xin, "The temperature here is quite high. From now on, we will practice all shirtless. This way we can save a few times of washing."

Seventh Xin nodded and said, "Master, I think it's more convenient to wear obscene trousers to practice."

The earthen stoves are already steaming hot. Today's breakfast is steamed buns with pickles, and each person has a bowl of broth.

Fang Xing also went to get a portion, and after he finished eating, he heard a messenger shouting outside.

"Today is the time, the whole army will perform martial arts!"

Fang Xing put down the bowl, looked at the time, and said to Lao Qi Xin who was squatting beside him: "It's still early, there's still half an hour left, let the brothers learn first."

So while everyone else was rushing to have breakfast, Fang Xing's camp could hear the sound of reading aloud.

Several sergeants who were watching outside with breakfast said enviously: "They also teach how to read!"

Soon, the reading sound disappeared, and a more rhythmic voice came.

"One gets one, one gets two..."

"What's this?"

Those who watched the fun felt bored, so they hurried back with their wooden bowls, and they were going to get dressed soon!

A servant led everyone to recite the multiplication formula, while Fang Xing watched from the side.

After the recitation was finished, the sergeants disbanded, but when everyone saw Fang Xing next to him, they all showed gratitude.

Which army will teach you how to read and how to do arithmetic these days?

And once ordinary sergeants do not meet the requirements of the army, the outcome will probably not be very good.

After retiring from the military, he returned to his hometown with old age and frailty, and had no other way out except farming.

But Fang Xing taught the soldiers to study, which gave them hope, hope of life after leaving the army.

In the Chinese military tent, Zhang Fu had just finished his breakfast and was discussing today's military training with Mu Sheng.

At this time Zhang Fu's personal soldiers came in, and he leaned over and said, "Master, the thousand households in Jubao Mountain teach literacy."

"oh!"

This time even Zhang Fu, who had the demeanor of a general, was a little surprised. He and Mu Sheng looked at each other, and finally smiled wryly.

This army is too weird!

Mu Sheng got up, raised his eyebrows and said, "They are thousands of firearms, and I have a few of them in my place. How about it, I will transfer people over later, and practice together on both sides to see the basics."

Zhang Fu acquiesced to this opinion, and he also wanted to find out the details of this brother-in-law, so that he could be dispatched on the battlefield.

At that time, all the soldiers came out except for the patrol.

When there are tens of thousands of people, it is boundless.

Zhang Fu stood on the platform, and when he saw that the time had come, he nodded, and then the flag officer waved the flag.

"Tiger! Tiger! Tiger!"

Amidst the shouts, the battalions began to drill.

Mu Sheng's firearms battalion has been in the Southwest region for a long time, and he has fought against those natives a lot, so after seeing the people under Fang Xing's command, he practiced casually.

At this time, the firecrackers of the Ming army are like a pipe, thin at the front and thick at the back. There are copper and iron pipes, and there is no aiming device.

The drills of these firearms battalions are to simulate charging, loading, and changes in formation.