"Vajra Talisman, Godly Strider Talisman, Disorienting Talisman, Fire Talisman, Sweet Dew Talisman, Flaming Dog Talisman. There are quite a lot of different types of talismans." Zhou Qingfeng carefully flipped through the books in his hands and checked the various types of talismans in the bag, feeling extremely pleased with himself. The talisman bag was naturally tied to his waist, and the books were thrown into the Isolated Island of Time and Space along with the medical books and elixir prescriptions given by Old Man Sun.
Zhou Qingfeng felt that the black shadow that appeared outside his office at the construction site should not have any malicious intentions, so he was relieved. He slept for a night, and the next day, he continued to mobilize the slaves to prepare for the westward march.
Yesterday, he had to prepare the supplies, because it was very troublesome to prepare for an ancient military operation. Just the problem of eating and drinking was not easy to solve. The regular army could still gather transportation tools such as carriages, but the irregular army was no different from roving bandits. They often had to rely on people to carry or even loot on the spot.
Long-distance marching and fighting would at least double the consumption of supplies, and it was much more troublesome than stationing on the spot. Even a combat operation with just over two hundred people would be a huge test for Zhou Qingfeng and his subordinates. This was even more troublesome than gathering supplies.
The more Zhou Qingfeng prepared, the more he felt a headache, not to mention the slaves who had only been trained for two months and could not even recognize all the words. Just making sure that the troops had enough to eat while camping was a problem. Because he was not confident, he felt that there were a lot of things to do, and he did not know which one to focus on, so he decided to do a maneuver training. Whether it was a mule or a horse, he would drag it out for a walk, right?
The difficulty at the beginning was not too high, just running one round around the city of Hecullen would be enough. This way, it would take at most half a day. It did not involve difficult subjects such as camping in the wild, cooking, guarding, and so on. It could be considered as accumulating some initial experience.
Hecullen was not small, but it was not big either. It was only a few kilometers around the city, and the roads were relatively smooth. It was just that it would be troublesome to cross the river a few times. But everyone was familiar with this place, so there would not be any mistakes. Zhou Qingfeng had a good idea, and felt that doing it step by step was definitely the safest.
Before setting off, Zhou Qingfeng let all the slaves who participated in the mobility training have a full meal. He also rode on the puppet goat to give them a lecture, encouragement, and encouragement before setting off. He took the lead and felt that such a simple action would not go wrong, right?
After leaving the construction site and crossing the Songhua River, Zhou Qingfeng turned his head around to take a look. What the f * ck, there were only two hundred people, yet they were dragged out for half a mile. What was the meaning of this?
"Where's the formation that I usually train you to line up? We've just had our fill this early in the morning, and you're already dragging your feet as if you've lost a battle. Who are you trying to show this to? "Zhou Qingfeng rode the puppet goat back and forth before he managed to reorganize the formation. He cursed repeatedly in Manchu and Mandarin, strictly ordering the squad leader to manage his subordinates and not to delay any further.
They continued to move forward. This time, Zhou Qingfeng stared at the back of the group. If anyone dared to be a step slower, he would go up and beat them. This time, there was no one to drag them, and their marching speed was guaranteed. However, after walking for a distance — Eh … Why are there fewer people here?
Zhou Qingfeng immediately ordered them to stop and investigate. What was going on? Only then did he realize — Motherf * cker, they were marching normally, but the people leading the way were actually divided into two groups in the wilderness outside the city. The two groups of people were unwilling to submit to each other. They all felt that the path they were taking was the right one, and they accidentally split the group into two groups.
How could such a stupid thing happen? Zhou Qingfeng cursed angrily again. He rode the puppet goat and chased after the group that had wandered off. After chasing them back, he had no choice but to lead the way himself again. Thus, they walked and walked, and the people behind them were dragged out for another mile.
There was no limit to making mistakes and committing crimes!
After going back and forth three to four times, Zhou Qingfeng finally went crazy. "I feel that even if you're not horses, you're still healthy mules. But you're all pigs, and stupid pigs at that!"
The slave soldiers and laborers could still somewhat listen to orders at the construction site and the training site. After all, the range of activity was only so big. But when they were dragged out for a walk, they basically fell apart. This time, Zhou Qingfeng experimented with maneuvering around the city, and as a result, more than two hundred people fell behind after going around the city. They had to stop and regroup. This situation gave him a heavy blow. Could these people still fight? They didn't even qualify to escape.
The entire city of Ehekulun came to see Zhou Qingfeng's excitement, to see him get angry while riding the puppet goat, to see his sparse formation, and even to snatch some straw sandals, backpacks, and even spears that had fallen during the march. These were the "elites" that Zhou Qingfeng had selected from more than a thousand slaves. But once they were out of Zhou Qingfeng's sight, they could do all kinds of strange things.
"How many people's shoes are still intact?" Zhou Qingfeng took in the group halfway. After waiting for half an hour, he had only taken in a little more than a hundred people. Dozens of people had disappeared, and he couldn't find them either.
Most of the slaves were barefoot, which was not conducive for long-distance walking. Today was the first maneuver training. Out of kindness, Zhou Qingfeng specially gave each of his men a new pair of straw sandals. Just buying these shoes from the nobles in the city had cost him a lot of pottery he had hoarded. Now, one-third of the people were missing one or two shoes.
Zhou Qingfeng looked down at the slaves' dirty feet and wanted to scold them, but he didn't know what to say. He asked several slaves, and the answers he got were, "I'm used to being barefoot, so I'm not used to wearing shoes, so I took off my shoes and threw them away." Or, "I ran too fast, so my shoes got loose, and I didn't even know I dropped them."
"Then what about the backpacks and spears?" Zhou Qingfeng scolded angrily. "What's with even throwing away your weapons? When you meet an enemy, do you fight empty-handed? "
Zhou Qingfeng bought a lot of fur, but there was no way to make leather armor. In addition to sewing winter clothes, he also made some portable backpacks, which could be used to carry some miscellaneous marching supplies, such as clay pots to hold water.
There were also the spears that were made with great difficulty. It cost a lot of money to build iron smelting furnaces to make the spear heads, so the cost was not cheap. In the end, these slave soldiers actually lost their weapons.
The slave soldiers were speechless at Zhou Qingfeng's questioning. The slaves who lost their things bowed their heads one by one. They were not ashamed, but were already waiting to be beaten. But Zhou Qingfeng didn't even have the intention to beat them. He only had so many subordinates, and he carefully selected and taught them for more than two months. He thought they had trained well, but he found that they had not changed at all.
And how many shortcomings of these slaves had not been exposed? Only God knew!
"Everyone turn back, go back, and return to the stronghold camp outside the city." Although he hated iron for not becoming steel, Zhou Qingfeng had to suppress the anger in his heart. The feeling of managing a group of useless people was terrible. It was like a domestic university professor who was forced by the foreign affairs department to study a group of black people. He really wanted to die. If he didn't want to die, then he wanted those dung machines to die.
On the way back to the camp, they had to accept a large number of onlookers in the city. The slaves did not care. It was a good thing that they were not beaten, and they all laughed happily. Only Zhou Qingfeng's face was gloomy and terrible, and he wished he could condense a few drops of water. On the way back, he saw Abahai standing on the wooden fence of the city watching him make a fool of himself. He could feel the sarcasm in his eyes from afar.
Returning to the camp, Zhou Qingfeng found that the dozens of people who had been separated on the way had returned early. He immediately ordered the detention of these laggards, and at the same time ordered the other personnel who participated in the mobility training to conduct a summary on the spot. But more than 95% of the slave soldiers could not let out a fart, and those who spoke were stammering. None of them could clearly describe the situation today.
The summary meeting lasted for a whole day, and everyone attended it on an empty stomach. Squads that could not clearly explain the mistakes today would have no food to eat. Although Zhou Qingfeng was angry, he could only patiently participate in the discussion, one squad at a time, and force the slaves to speak.
"If you don't clearly explain things today, then you won't have food today. If you don't clearly explain tomorrow, then you won't have food tomorrow. If you don't clearly explain tomorrow, then you'll starve to death. "
The slaves were not afraid of being beaten, not afraid of losing face, not afraid of being tired, the only thing they were afraid of was starving. With this killer move, the slaves were finally willing to use their brains to speak, but as soon as they opened their mouths, they blamed each other and even fought. Zhou Qingfeng had to wave his whip to suppress them.
But as long as the slaves were willing to speak, it was a good thing, and it was not a problem to watch them fight. At least they revealed a cruel fact in the quarrel. In the past, the Ekulen people fought like this — the elite soldiers of the Baylor Beizi would charge first, and the slaves would pick up the spoils from behind. If they could not pick up the spoils and were defeated, then they would throw away their weapons and surrender.
It was not a big deal to change masters, right?!
There was no limit to how low they could go …
Zhou Qingfeng was really angry. When the slaves quarreled and fought until it was dark, he came out again to judge the situation of each squad. He wanted to reelect the squad leaders, establish a responsibility system, delegate more power, formulate marching rules, and set up a supervisory team.
At the end of the day, Zhou Qingfeng did not expend much physical strength, but his brain power was about to collapse. He thought he was a well-trained soldier, but he did not expect it to be a motley crew. Until late at night, he was still busy non-stop — the field march training had to continue, and he could not give up just because of the bad situation on the first day.
Almost no one understood Zhou Qingfeng's stubbornness. Cai Zhiwei, who had been "pulled" to join and was now his secretary, reminded him at night, "Chief Zhou, why do you value this march so much? I feel that although today's march was not good, it is not too bad. "
Zhou Qingfeng was making plans for tomorrow's maneuver training. After listening to Cai Zhiwei's opinion, he put down his pen and asked, "If today's not bad, then what is?"
Cai Zhiwei cupped his hands and said, "Chief Zhou, please forgive me for speaking bluntly. My Cai family has been in Shenyang for a long time, and many people in the family have been in the military. I have watched the soldiers of the Imperial Guard Institute for a long time, and they all train once every five days. There has never been such a march. If the army really wants to move out, it is normal to have some soldiers scattered along the way. When it comes to war, it has always been the generals and their servants going into battle, and the soldiers and slaves waving the flag at the back. "
Zhou Qingfeng sneered at this and asked again, "Was it also like this when Emperor Hongwu fought?"
"This …" Cai Zhiwei was speechless.
"Was it also like this when Emperor Chengzu fought for the cauldron and conquered the northern desert?"
"This …" Cai Zhiwei could only shake his head, but he still argued, "Chief, no matter how well the soldiers are trained, they are just a group of foreign races. Do you really want to put down roots in the north? "
Zhou Qingfeng grabbed the pen again and said quietly, "It is better to use the lives of foreign races to practice than to use the lives of our own people to practice. This is such a rare thing. I also understand one thing now. It is useless to bite off more than one can chew. It is enough to train a few useful people now. The most important thing is to train myself. What I care about is the future. "
"You …" Cai Zhiwei exclaimed again and said in a low voice, "Chief, you still care about the future by using foreign races to train soldiers? Do you want to do something reckless?"
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