Nanming Engineer

Chapter 95
Early the next morning, Ma Wannian and Xu Goudan set out for Shizhu Tusi City. Once they left, Wang Huan did not slack off. He still took the refugees in Wanshou Valley and worked overtime in the fields and city construction sites. With.

The Wanshou Valley has a wide bottom and flat terrain, with a radius of [-] miles and a strip shape. It covers an area of ​​about [-] square kilometers. When converted into acres, it is about [-] acres. These lands are excellent and fertile valleys, plus there are A large pool, the water quality is clear and sweet, and there is no problem for people and animals to drink water to irrigate the ground. It is a natural human settlement.It's just that there are few people in Shizhu, the transportation is inconvenient, and it is far away from Tusi City, so no one lived here before.

Wang Huan used the official road that passed through the middle of the valley as the boundary. One side was divided into the city and the military camp, leaving some forest land for future use. The other side was divided into fields, nearly [-] acres, with a strip of stone as the boundary. With the material, countless vertical and horizontal ditches were built to divert water to irrigate the land, turning this half of the valley bottom into a fertile paddy field, and some mulberry trees were planted on the ridge of the field.

If someone had been to Wanshou Valley before and returned here again in early July of the second year of Hongguang's reign, they would be so surprised that they were speechless. Is this still the original valley full of thorns and desolate and uninhabited in their impression?Looking at the vast paddy fields that come into view, there are cypresses and cypresses. Countless women and old people are working on the plows and transplanting rice seedlings scattered among them. Dogs are barking and chickens are crowing, and laughter can be faintly heard. There is a prosperous countryside atmosphere everywhere.Looking across the official road, a magnificent city has begun to take shape. A long section of the city wall made of loess, which is two to five feet high, has been built. Many strong men with skin tanned by the sun are shouting trumpets. He walked out from the foot of the surrounding mountains carrying loads of loess with a thick wooden pole, came to the city wall, and poured the soil into the city wall formwork clamped with wooden boards, lengthening and heightening the wall. From the unfinished section of the city wall Looking inside, the city is also busy. A series of neatly connected mud houses have been built up from the ground. Although they are simple, they are enough to shelter from the wind and rain. It is dinner time now, and there are many chimneys in the houses. of smoke.There are several tall houses, which look like the places where yamen and government offices are located in the city. They are made of bricks and wood and are spacious and grand.

On the flat school field in the west of the city, which is as big as two football fields, several large flags are fluttering in the wind, and the rusty "Wang" character can be seen from several miles away. Under the scorching sun, there is a row of shirtless, Standing majestically in the crowd wearing only hemp trousers, Wang Huan was sweating profusely with a wooden gun in his hand, standing in a line with more than a hundred young men, standing motionless in a military posture.

Yes, it is standing in a military posture.

This was the first lesson in military training that countless students in later generations took after entering institutions of higher learning. Wang Huan learned and applied it to this era and used it to train the first group of soldiers he recruited from the refugees.

The construction of Wanshou Valley cannot be separated from manpower, and the imminent war needs soldiers even more. Wang Huan had a headache. In the end, he had to compromise and choose young men from the refugees who had families and were willing to stay here for a long time, with simple personalities and honest appearances. The able-bodied men formed the first centurion and began training as soldiers of the Longevity Valley.

Ma Xintian originally wanted to directly follow the training strategy of the white-armed soldiers, but was stopped by Wang Huan. He thought about it for a long time and decided that this is the first lesson of becoming an army. In the first three months, he should come by himself. , the same exercise and practice.

Wang Huan did this with deep intention. Firstly, he was physically weak and needed to strengthen his body through training to cope with the bloody journey in the future. Secondly, it was selfish. Qin Liangyu was full of heroes and loyal to the Ming court. She worshiped her as a foster mother and looked up to her with admiration. However, Wang Huan came through time travel and had already seen the corruption and incompetence of the transparent court. He wanted him to be a foolish and loyal minister who helped the country and help those who only knew how to keep each other among themselves behind closed doors. It is absolutely impossible for petty and incompetent people to conquer the world and secure it. Therefore, when the day comes that they fall out with the Ming Dynasty, it will be difficult to predict the attitude of the white-armed soldiers. They must firmly control the army in their own hands. That's the fundamental thing.

Power grows out of the barrel of a gun, which Wang Huan regards as his creed.

Mastering the army is nothing more than cultivating a group of officers who you can trust, regard yourself as the soul, and instill Wang Huan's will in every level. Only such an army can be called the Wang Family Army.

These refugees come from all corners of the country and have nothing to do with the stone pillars. It is clear that they are their own. Kaitian is already on track, just proceed step by step, there is no need to watch every day, and he comes here to lead the team to start military training with one mind.

All the recruited soldiers have families and families. According to the idea of ​​professional soldiers building an army, Wang Huan can get ten acres of paddy fields when he enlists in the army. He will be given five dollars a month as a military salary on time. He has no worries about food and clothing, and his loyalty is guaranteed. , but all of them were illiterate, and couldn't recognize one, two, three, and four. It took Wang Huan a lot of effort. It took a day just to teach them to distinguish left and right. The feet were tied with ropes, and they were educated with sticks, so that they barely achieved the goal of not having the same hands and feet called to go left and right.

Ma Xintian stood in front of the queue like a green pine. He was the supervisor, holding a wooden stick in his hand. Once someone was lazy, he was responsible for correcting it with the big stick.

He looked at Wang Huan who was standing at the front with his chest raised and his head raised in confusion. This kind of training method was unheard of. Could it be that on the battlefield, who could stand still for longer would win the battle?

A drop of sweat slowly flowed down his cheek, and a tingling sensation suddenly appeared on his skin. Wang Huan squinted his eyes, enduring the fatigue and heat of his body. He pressed his hands against the seam of his trousers and remained motionless until the sweat flowed to his mouth. , He quietly stuck out his tongue, licked the water droplets into his mouth, and used the slightly bitter salty taste to slightly dispel the growing dizziness in his mind.

"Boom!"

A soldier in a queue fell straight to the ground, unconscious.

Several people rushed out from the shade of a tree on one side. They quickly lifted the person with hands and feet, then ran back to the shade of the tree and applied cold water on their face to relieve the heat and provide first aid.

Ma Xintian pursed his chapped lips, glanced at the corona on the ground, counted the time with a straight face, and shouted loudly: "It's an hour! Everyone rest!"

The whole queue was still motionless, and all the people had a pained look of relief on their faces. This was because the whole body was already stiff, and they had to move slowly. After a while, they slowly came alive, like a swarm of bees. They poured into the shade of the trees to surround a few earthen vats, and poured the cool boiled water wildly.

Ma Xintian walked up to Wang Huan, who was walking slowly like a zombie, and asked with a complicated expression, "My lord, can you hold on?"

Wang Huan said with a relaxed smile: "It's nothing, it's just pediatrics, I can still hold on."

Ma Xintian looked at him and it was obvious that he was pretending to be relaxed. He shook his head helplessly, walked with him to a quiet shade of a tree, scooped out cold water with a wooden spoon and handed it to him.

Wang Huan drank it all in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and his face regained a trace of humanity. Then he leaned his back against the tree trunk and closed his eyes comfortably: "Comfortable!"

Ma Xintian took the wooden spoon that didn't have a drop of water left, hesitated for a while, and finally said: "My lord, I have heard that the body of a thousand gold can't sit down. Now that my lord is the lord of the city, why bother with the soldiers? As for the end of the day, just leave it to the last general."

He glanced at Wang Huan with his eyes closed and meditating with some unease, and said again: "And the way my lord trains soldiers is unusual, and it's very different from what the last general did. This..."

Wang Huan slowly opened his eyes, looked at Ma Xintian and interrupted and asked: "The white-pole soldiers have unparalleled military discipline, so how did President Ma Qian train his troops in the past?"

Ma Xintian shook his head, thinking that Wang Huan had finally realized that the way to train soldiers was wrong, and he wanted to ask himself for advice, so he quickly responded: "My white-armed soldiers train, and they recruit local people, select strong and brave soldiers as soldiers, and teach the formation method The technique of martial arts is to advance and retreat together in the formation, to advance when hearing the drums, and to retreat when hearing the gold. If they are all killed in battle, those who are in front of the line will go forward, and this is the military rule, so no one dares to retreat."

Ma Xintian added: "At the same time, to train troops like this, military discipline must be as high as the mountains, and orders and prohibitions must be followed. My Tujia people have simple moral character, and they have respected the Xuanwei Envoy from generation to generation. Wherever the Xuanwei Envoy's flag is directed, there will be no fear even if it is a mountain of swords, a sea of ​​fire, so the court calls me A strong soldier must be relied upon in every battle."

Speaking of this, Ma Xintian's expression was proud, and his arrogance was beyond words.

Wang Huan sincerely praised: "A good military discipline is as good as a mountain. This is the magic weapon for white-pole soldiers to conquer the world. But how can this military discipline be developed like a mountain?"

Ma Xintian was startled, then thought for a moment and then said: "This, if you talk more, fight more, and teach more during military training, the soldiers will naturally remember it. If there is any violation, it will be dealt with according to military discipline."

Wang Huan asked with a smile: "What else?"

Ma Xintian scratched his head. Although his character was as calm as a mountain, he felt a little nervous at this moment: "Then? Then, then..."

Wang Huan interjected: "Let me tell you, in fact, Ji Senran is an army of white-armed soldiers. In my opinion, the biggest reason lies in the source of soldiers."

(End of this chapter)