Cutting over the end of the Ming Dynasty: a dog-leg knife at the beginning

Chapter 127 No.19 Layer of Hell

So far, Xue Siming has been doing well, and he is satisfied with everything in the barracks, but then it will be his time of suffering.

"To the left!"

"turn right!"

"turn back!"

"Stand still—go!"

"Be optimistic about my flag, wave the red flag to move to the left, wave the black flag to move to the right, start!"

"Remember the key to military posture: keep your belly in, chest out, put your fingers together on the outside of your thighs, keep your eyes straight, don't look like a hunchbacked old woman, show some soldierly energy!"

This is the evil queue training, which made him dizzy.The officer waved a small flag on the stage, and hundreds of soldiers reacted quickly to respond to the flag, but he, the newcomer, scurried around like a headless chicken; he couldn't even distinguish left from right, and kept making mistakes, which made the officer angry He stomped on his toes: "Does it hurt? Just know it hurts. The one that hurts is the right foot, and the one that doesn't hurt is the left foot. Turn right and go to the side that hurts." Turn, if you are told to turn left, turn to the side where it doesn’t hurt!” He always makes mistakes when he is marching in line, he will use his right foot when he moves his left foot, and his left foot when he moves his right foot, walking is not walking To go to the front of the queue is to go to the back, making a fool of yourself; as for the military posture... his scalp tingles when he thinks about it, and his whole body is nailed there like a javelin, standing there for four quarters or even half an hour, without order, without order. They couldn't even move a little finger, but the vicious instructors took them to the grass to stand in a military posture. Mosquitoes and gadflies landed on their faces and necks, sucking their blood greedily, and they were so itchy that they couldn't even move. , that feeling is not much better than torture, and the instructor looked at his bitter face, proud of the success of the plot.

Xue Siming really wanted to kill him!
"Whose quilt is this? Why isn't it folded?"

"Whose mosquito net is this? It's hung in a mess!"

"When folding a quilt, you must divide the quilt into three equal parts, and the six steps must be completed in one go. The folded quilt will slip even if a fly falls on it. Your fault is unqualified because it overlaps!"

"Who did the sweeping? There's still so much rubbish so just pretend you didn't see it? Sweep again, and if you don't clean it up, get out and sleep in the kennel!"

This is evil housekeeping.It was the first time for Xue Siming to discover that there were so many details about such inconspicuous things as folding quilts, sweeping the floor, and arranging things. Anyway, his eyelids twitched when he saw the officers inspecting internal affairs. Those bastards, no matter what he did They could always find fault, it made his teeth itch!The most damning thing is that they always have a way to make him have nothing to say, it's really aggrieved!He was 120 impatient with these things, but seeing that everyone was doing a good job, he had no choice but to endure it, and tried his best to follow the officer's request.He murmured in his heart: "It's good that soldiers know how to fight. It's useless to engage in so many things!"

Qi Hu seemed to sense his dissatisfaction. After one day's training, he called him over and asked, "Are you still used to staying here?"

Xue Siming said: "I'm still used to it."

Qi Hu said: "You seem a little insincere."

Xue Siming decided to tell the truth, pondered for a moment, and said: "The food and accommodation here are impeccable, and everyone is willing to obey the discipline, which is very good, but... But, old general, why do we practice queues, engage in queuing? Internal affairs? It’s enough for us soldiers to learn the skills of fighting on the battlefield. Is it useful to learn these trivial and useless things all day long?”

Qi Hu said frankly: "To be honest, it's useless. No matter how well the quilt is folded, it won't kill the enemy; no matter how well the formation moves, it won't scare the enemy to death. These are of little use on the battlefield."

Xue Siming called: "Then why do we have to spend so much effort to learn it?"

Qi Hu pointed to the soldiers who were queuing up to get their meals, and asked, "What do you think of them?"

Xue Siming said without thinking: "In order!"

Qi Hu asked again: "Then what's the benefit of doing this?"

Xue Siming tilted his head and thought for a while, and said: "The advantage is that it is more efficient. If everyone swarms up, you won't be able to get a meal if you fight for me, but you can get a meal quickly if you line up, and you don't have to worry about it." Hurt and angry."

Qi Hu raised the third question: "Then you say that if you fight them with a group of soldiers who will only swarm up to hack and kill them, who will win?"

Xue Siming's eyes widened, and he shouted, "Is there even a need to say that? A group of mobs rushing to attack the disciplined military formation can only be sent to death!"

Qi Hu smiled: "It seems that you are also very aware of the importance of discipline. But do you know what the essence of discipline is?"

Xue Siming really can’t answer this question.

"It is obedience, unconditional obedience." Qi Hu gave the answer, "A well-disciplined army is composed of a group of soldiers who obey orders. Wrong, they will obey unconditionally, even if this order may cause them all to die in battle! This kind of army is the real invincible iron army!"

Xue Siming huffed.

Qi Hu said: "But there are more than 1000 people, everyone has different personalities, some are cowardly, some are aggressive, some are internal and external, some are troublesome, some are calm, some are reckless, and the most important thing is Everyone has a rebellious mentality. If you want them to obey the orders of the officers unconditionally, you can only smooth their edges and obliterate their personality. You see so many rules and regulations, even you have to control your clothes and food, you may feel that It’s boring, but it’s these rules and regulations that allow every soldier to develop the instinct to obey orders unconditionally, because they are living in the form of orders, and once they violate them, they will be punished.”

Xue Siming suddenly realized: "So it's like this... Then I have nothing to say, I am willing to obey orders. But this queue..."

Qi Hu said: "Just knowing to obey orders is not enough. On the battlefield, sharp arrows are like rain, swords and guns are like forest, no matter how brave a person is, if no one fights with him, he will die soon. Therefore, the sense of teamwork is very important. It has become very important... What does team mean? It's very simple, everyone moves forward and you move forward, everyone retreats and you follow back, and when you see your comrades in danger, you should find a way to support them. This is team awareness. The purpose of queue training It is to cultivate team awareness. Hundreds of people, thousands of people, or even tens of thousands of people walk with the same foot and shout the same slogan. Wherever they go, they are in a straight line. When you are in it, you will find yourself and Everyone around is a whole, an indivisible whole." Speaking of this, the old man patted Xue Siming on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Remember, the army is a whole, pikemen, horizontal swordmen, archers, The musketeers, the gang leaders, and even the civilians who help transport supplies are all part of this whole. No matter what link goes wrong, there will be big trouble, and even the entire army will be wiped out! A guy who only knows how to run rampant is alive on the battlefield. Not long, only by relying on the team can you defeat the enemy and survive!"

Xue Siming was sincerely convinced, bowed to the ground respectfully, and said: "What the old general said makes sense, I have learned a lot from my humble position!"

Qi Hu waved his hand and said, "Most of these things were summed up by General Xiao Yang... I have never believed that there are really geniuses in the world, but after reading the military training textbooks he compiled, I have no choice but to believe. He compiled Many of the things he wrote coincide with Qi Shaobao, and even summed up better and more accurately than Qi Shaobao. After reading what he wrote, I also benefited a lot!"

Xue Siming was taken aback: "Little General Yang?" He became more and more curious about Yang Menglong.This guy is amazing. He can make steel, farm, do water conservancy, and train troops. My God, what else can he not do?
Qi Hu said: "Little General Yang is an unborn genius. His future is not just a commander of the Wuyang Guard. In this increasingly chaotic world, it is the hard-working and talented young people like him who make contributions. This is a great opportunity for you...Young man, work harder, I am old and I can hardly wield a knife, and in the future I will have to rely on you young men to follow General Yang to fight on the battlefield and make achievements!"

Xue Siming's blood boiled with enthusiasm and pride... Wasn't it the oath he made when he was a child to fight on the battlefield, make contributions, and glorify his family?Manly man, as long as he can make contributions, what hardships can't he suffer?Isn't that queue training?Isn't it just internal affairs?I can't believe I can't handle it!
The passionate Xue Siming devoted himself to the training with 19% enthusiasm, and the instructors also greeted him with [-]% enthusiasm. If he caught a mistake, he would be severely punished!Duck walking, climbing slopes, confinement, sweeping the barracks...everything came, and he was completely treated as a toy that would not resist, which made him complain endlessly.What he was most afraid of was the duck step. When he stepped down, his hip bones would not be able to close together as if they were split, and the pain was terribly painful.When pulling the ligament, he knew for the first time that human howls can be so sharp and terrifying!As for confinement... Anyone who has experienced the horror of being trapped in an elevator for several hours knows how terrifying it is. The worst part is that the confinement room is smaller than the elevator, and it is pitch black. It's not hard to imagine how tragic it would be for an active young man to be locked up in such a small, dark place where he couldn't see or hear anything.After squatting in the confinement room for three days, after he was released, seeing the sun was as happy as seeing his father, and he never made the same mistake in his life.If you ask him how many floors there are in hell, he will immediately tell you that there are nineteen floors in hell, the eighteenth floor is underground, and the No.[-] floor is in the confinement room of the military barracks!
But this guy is really an undead Xiaoqiang, no matter how the instructors punish him, he will be fine, but the more he is punished, the faster he will improve, and the more he is punished, the more energetic he will be!A month later, he was no worse than a veteran, no matter whether he was in the military posture or in the internal affairs. As for the sword and marksmanship... Tell me, are you three or five?Some people are born to be soldiers, and if they are asked to do anything else, they will only make a mess, but they are like ducks in water when they enter the military camp. Xue Siming is undoubtedly such a person.In the near future, his performance will surprise people.

(End of this chapter)