Chapter 600 Army Staff
The body of a monk is much stronger than that of ordinary people, not only in the borrowing of the power of heaven and earth, but also in the strength of his own body. In strength, speed, strength, and even lifespan, monks are much higher than ordinary people.
Therefore, monks rarely get sick, and the higher the cultivation base, the rarer it is, and after the cultivation base enters the state of concentration, it can almost be said to be free from all diseases.
But there are only a few monks in the world after all, and ordinary people are the absolute foundation and mainstream of this world, and this is also feasible in the army. The number of ordinary soldiers is hundreds of times the number of monks.
Therefore, the most feared thing in the army is not those enemies with weapons and murderous intent, but the invisible and intangible diseases. When ordinary soldiers get sick, they can easily become a prairie fire, and they can wear themselves down without the enemy coming over.
This is also the reason why the army is equipped with a large number of doctors and doctors have a very high status in the army.
Diarrhea and abdominal pain, these are the persistent problems that have plagued military generals for many years. Over the years, doctors have summed up some experience and achieved some good results, such as drinking clean water, not defecating everywhere, and so on. However, common military diseases such as diarrhea and abdominal pain have not been eliminated or effectively controlled.
Now suddenly a chief inspector appeared out of nowhere, followed by a set of statements about drinking water, which sounded unbelievable, but the results of random inspections made people have to take it seriously.
"Master Shen, what is the reason for this?"
"I don't know about the lower officials. It's just that there is an old man who likes to drink tea. It can be said that there is no tea. Whether it is good or bad, I have never had diarrhea, and I also said that it is the reason for drinking tea.
The lower officials also drink tea, which is delicious, but they don't believe that drinking tea can prevent diseases. I asked the doctor and said that I have never heard the saying "drinking tea to cure diseases".
Later, the official wondered if it wasn't for the tea, could it be something else that caused the old man to never have diarrhea? So I thought of the boiling water necessary for making tea.
When entering the army this time, they were worried that the people under their command would get sick and drag down the army, so they ordered them to drink boiled water as much as they could. I didn't expect the effect to be really good.
It's all luck. "
After Shen Hao finished speaking, he didn't sit down, but looked at the place where the supervisor was sitting, and continued to smile: "So, I drink boiled water just to prevent the soldiers below from getting sick. Whether it will definitely work or not, it will definitely work." It is indeed the starting point.
On the other hand, the military supervisors smoked sandalwood on their bodies, right? Snow White, right? Many sisters also liked this fragrance when they were playing in Hualou before. "
After finishing speaking, he bowed slightly towards the direction where the supervising army was sitting with a serious look, as if he really admired the other party, but after a moment of silence from the surrounding generals, everyone burst into laughter.
Fun! So much fun!
Although the generals around did not hate the supervising army deeply, they still had a lot of resentment. However, due to being oppressed by the other party's authority, and because there is no other party to speak, many times I am so angry that my chest is tight but I don't know how to vent it. Now I didn't expect to be helped by Master Shen, the supervisor, to let out a bad breath.
Comparing the supervising soldiers whose eyes are higher than the top on weekdays to the sisters in the flower building? Hugely hurtful and extremely insulting.
They couldn't help but each secretly said in their hearts: I heard that Mr. Shen is also a great writer. No wonder, this scolding doesn't even contain a single word of swearing. Maybe if you open it up, it will kill your anger, right?
"Shen Hao you"
"Presumptuous! You have forgotten the superiority and inferiority of the upper and lower? How dare a mere official of a hundred households call your official name here?" Shen Hao's true energy rose, and a murderous intent directly covered the other party, and he also raised his right hand. Put on the goose spine knife on the waist. But I held back. After all, if Zuo Yuliang was in person, it would be too disrespectful for Zuo Yuliang to use his hands.
However, the killing accident at the ninth level of the God Gathering Realm and Shen Hao's own extremely strong evil spirit, what would be the result of locking down a supervising army who was only at the fifth level of the Qi Refining Realm?
With a thud, the superintendent was directly crushed until his knees softened and knelt down, his face was pale, and he could no longer speak.
"Ha ha ha ha."
This kneeling was by no means less insulting than Shen Hao's comparison of those supervising soldiers to the sisters in the flower building. But the problem is that every sentence of Shen Hao is based on "reason", which makes it really hard to argue.
Didn't you just say that boiling water is "fine" or "untimely"? Now that the explanation is clear, you should have nothing to say, right? Then explain why you scented your clothes, isn't it also to prevent diarrhea or skin diseases?
Then, formal occasions in the army should be called official positions, and the relationship between superiors and subordinates must be clear and clear. Shen Hao's yelling and questioning was considered very "gentle".
"Master Shen, isn't it too late?" Someone stood up again, and it was Liu Qingyue, the Consul Superintendent of the Southern Frontier Army. At this moment, Liu Qingyue's face was also livid, but he wisely did not answer Shen Hao's previous two questions, knowing that he would not be able to please him. So when the topic was introduced, it was accusing Shen Hao of being suspected of bullying the small, and wanted Shen Hao to stop in moderation.
"Passed?" Shen Hao smiled but ignored Liu Qingyue, turned his head to look at Zuo Yuliang, who was sitting in the upper seat, and said, "Marshal, according to the rules in the army, it is a gift to ignore the superiority and inferiority of the upper and lower ranks." Army sticks?"
"Indeed. But it depends on the seriousness of the breach of the rules. Master Shen is the official of Xuan Qingwei, and he is best at inquiring about crimes. How many sticks do you think should be given?"
Shen Hao's question was quite normal, and everyone here had to give Zuo Yuliang face, so if he wanted to "make a big deal out of a molehill", Zuo Yuliang had to nod. But Zuo Yuliang's reply was interesting. No wonder Zuo Yuliang was able to kill a supervising army who neglected the rules before. It seems that he didn't want to endure that useless air for a long time.
"Returning to Commander, this is an important occasion for the Chinese army to discuss matters. This superintendent is so ignorant of the rules in the army, it can be seen that he has never kept it in mind on weekdays, and light punishment may not have the effect of punishment. Therefore, the lower officer thinks it is appropriate to be more serious. It's better. Do you think the eighty army stick is appropriate?"
"Marshal! This is impossible! There is no life in the eighty army sticks, you can't kill me with a mere slip of the tongue"
"Lord Liu's words are wrong. This is punishment, not killing. Besides, there is no rule without rules, and it is the superintendent's own negligence that breaks the rules. Maybe the superintendents are like this every day, but it is very wrong in the army. "How could Shen Hao make things difficult for Zuo Yuliang? The other party has spoken for him, and he will naturally help to block these trivial matters.
And taking advantage of Shen Hao's speech, Zuo Yuliang waved his hand, and immediately someone came up and tied up the supervisor who had just recovered.
"Drag it on, and blame the eighty army sticks."