Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

　　 "I want to attack Huazhou."

　　 At the high-level military meeting where Fang Xing was not qualified to attend, Zhang Fu firmly put forward his own views.

　　 Ke Mu Sheng had different opinions on this. He believed that Huazhou's terrain was dangerous and it was not conducive to the offensive side.

　　 The two chief officials are communicating, and the other people who eat melon say they are bored.

　　 "Huh! The group of people who arrived yesterday came out?"

　　 was also in the corner, but the Baoshan Thousand Households Institute went out before dawn, shocking the two sergeants who had just woke up to pee.

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

　　 Fang Xing resisted the desire to yawn, and said to the silent sergeants: "I don't care what I think above, but we have to maintain combat effectiveness in gathering the treasures of the thousand households, and we have to wait and see!"

"Set off!"

"turn right!"

　　 "Small steps!"

　　 There was a hint of purple in the sky, and the neat footsteps made the sergeant on the patrolling post couldn't help taking a look.

　　 In the darkness, the soldiers in a neat line trot in silence. The team of more than one thousand people feels like a whole.

　　 "Hiss!"

　　 Where is this team? Don’t you know that all military training must follow the unified arrangements above?

　　 The patrol sentry wanted to go up and stop, but when he got to the side, all the sergeants looked straight, as if he hadn't seen him.

　　 A slaughter made the inspector's legs soft.

　　 The team arrived at the gate of the camp, and the sentry he wanted to block was also startled by this silent aura. After the team ran out, he hurried to find the Shangguan.

　　 Zhang Fujiu was in the army, and his schedule was relatively regular.

　　 After washing, Zhang Fu took the sword and went out. As soon as I stood still, I saw the thousand households on duty last night rushing over.

　　 "Master of the country, someone rushed out of the camp!"

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

　　 Is this a sign of murder?

　　 Thousand households swallowed their saliva and said with difficulty: "It's the Jubaoshan Thousand Households who just arrived yesterday."

　　 The sword is bright, but the hand has stopped.

　　 "What are they going to do?"

　　 The team officer thought of the silent team, and said somewhat self-deprecatingly: "When they left the camp, they ran around the edge."

　　 Mu Sheng also came, he moved his hands and feet, and after asking about the situation, he smiled and said, "Wen Bi, let's go take a look first."

　　 This training sergeant was originally arranged by the big battalion, and no team would take the initiative to increase training, so Fang Xing's department suddenly became an alternative.

　　 The sky is gradually brightening, and the voices calling for the sergeant to get up can be heard in the camp, but near the fence, it is silent at this time.

　　 The sergeants who got up didn't even bother to wash up, and stood by the fence in full, watching the team bathing in the rising sun.

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

　　 Jiaozhi's sunlight was shining on the edge of the camp, and a line of soldiers in a neat array ran over as the mist was steaming.

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

"one two three four!"

　　 The neat voice made the crowd onlookers discolored, but immediately after the footsteps were getting closer and closer, it made people's heart seem to be beating in accordance with this rhythm.

"Puff puff……"

　　 Thousands of people are running at a rhythm, the sound is really shocking.

　　 Mu Sheng looked at this scene and said with some envy: "Wen Bi, your brother-in-law is not exposed!"

　　 Zhang Fu just said faintly: "It's nothing more than talking about soldiers on paper, and the ones who need real swords and guns are the strong ones."

　　 was talking, this team had already ran into the camp, and their pace changed to walking in unison.

　　 "咵咵咵!"

　　 There is no difference in the clothes on his body, but the faces of the sergeants who are soaked are all indifferent. Obviously this kind of training is already commonplace for them.

　　 drove into his camp without squinting his eyes, Fang Xing said to Xin Laoqi, "The temperature here is quite high, so all the exercises will be naked, so you can wash your clothes a few times."

　　 Old Seven Xin nodded and said, "Master, I think it’s more convenient to practice wearing trousers."

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

　　 Fang Xing also went to pick up a portion, and after sucking and eating, he heard a messenger yelling outside.

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

　　 Fang Xing put down the bowl, took a look at the time, and said to Xin Laoqi who was squatting next to him: "It's still early, and there is still more than half an hour, let the brothers learn first."

　　 So while everyone else was hurriedly eating breakfast, Fang Xing’s camp heard a loud reading.

　　 A few sergeants who were watching outside with their breakfast said enviously: "They also teach literacy!"

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

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

"what is this?"

　　A few of the people who watched the excitement felt boring, so they hurried back with the wooden bowl, they were about to be dressed neatly!

　　 A housekeeper led everyone to recite the multiplication formula, and Fang Xing watched it from the side.

After the recitation of 　　, the sergeants disbanded, but when everyone saw Fang wakes up, they were all grateful.

　　 Which army will teach you literacy this year~www.NovelMTL.com~ teach you arithmetic?

　　 And once an ordinary sergeant fails to meet the requirements of the military, the ending is probably not good.

After 　　 retired, he returned to his hometown in old age and frailty. There was no other way out except for farming.

　　 Ke Fang Xing teaches the soldiers to study, this is to give them hope, the hope of life after leaving the army.

　　 In the Central Military Account, Zhang Fu had just finished his breakfast, and he was discussing with Mu Sheng about today's military training.

　　 At this time, Zhang Fu's personal soldiers came in, and he leaned over and said, "Master Guo, I teach literacy at the place where thousands of families gather in Baoshan."

"Oh!"

　　 Now, even Zhang Fu, who has the demeanor of a general, was a little surprised. He and Mu Sheng looked at each other, and finally smiled relatively bitterly.

　　 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 the same ones, so let me transfer them later, and practice together on both sides to see the bottom line."

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

　　 Shizheng, all the soldiers came out except for the patrol post.

　　 There are tens of thousands of people, that is boundless.

　　 Zhang Fu was standing on the commanding platform, and when he saw that the time had come, he nodded, and then the banner officer shook the flag.

　　 "Tiger! Tiger! Tiger!"

　　 The battalions began to drill amidst the shouts.

　　 Mu Sheng’s firearm camp has been in the southwest region for a long time, and has fought against the natives a lot, so after seeing the people under Fang Xing’s command, they all started to practice casually.

　　 At this time, the firecrackers of the Ming Army were like a tube, with a thin front and a thick tube. There are copper pipes and iron pipes, and there is no sighting device.

　　 And the drills of these firearms battalions are to simulate the charge, loading, and formation changes.