Chapter 3 Pan Yuan (Additional update for leader Nelson)
After the Double Ninth Festival, the weather turns cooler.
There is a saying in the military system: each team has fifty people and one team leader. Ten teams are led by a general and one person holds the banner.
A banner is a kind of flag. Ten teams of 500 soldiers get one banner, so these 500 people are commonly called "a banner", and the general who leads a banner is also called the "lord of the banner".
The owner of the building is not a high official.
High-level generals are basically monopolized by aristocratic families, and middle-level generals are mostly children of high-level families. A few outstanding generals from lower-level backgrounds may be able to be among them through their own efforts and a little luck.
As for the first level of the building, if it is not a private army but an army organized by the imperial court, there will be fewer children from aristocratic families and most of them will be ordinary people.
But ordinary people are also divided into three, six or nine levels. If nothing else, the owners of the buildings are mostly private plots owned by rural tycoons. The reason is also very simple. Their relationship network is developed, their children have better martial arts education resources, their starting points are different, and their competitiveness is naturally very strong.
The candidate for the new building owner has finally been decided, Mi Huang, the Protector of Sikong Mansion.
According to Shao Xun's observation, Mi Huang has limited abilities and is not a very suitable candidate for the building owner.
This can be seen from the daily training. Everything is scripted and mechanical. He has no military experience at all and is not familiar with the basic situation of the entire building. Targeted training is out of the question.
Sima Yue really has too few available people. And he was suspicious and unwilling to hand over the military building to outsiders. He just wanted to tap the potential within Donghai Kingdom, which ended up like this.
After ten days, more than ten of those old men were trained to death, and Mi Huang finally realized that something was wrong.
He organized the young men into three separate teams as the "elite" of the building.
The elderly and children also formed separate formations. At the same time, Sikong was invited to dispatch strong soldiers to serve as officers at all levels. Under such circumstances, Shao Xun and several close sergeants like Ben Shi actually managed to get into the positions of team leaders and commanders, even though they were only leading a group of children.
On September 15th, on the dilapidated post road, a long queue meandered eastward.
Along the way, the autumn wind blew and the sky was high and the clouds were light.
Shao Xun looked carefully at the sergeants in the team. The younger ones were seven or eight years old and the older ones were sixteen or seventeen years old. Their faces were full of curiosity and fatigue.
It may not be a good thing to go from being the head of the bodyguard of Sikong Mansion to being the "head of a child". But dialectically speaking, everything has advantages and disadvantages. If you have the opportunity to operate - this is very important - you can turn bad things into good things.
It depends on whether God will give him this opportunity.
"...Wang Bao was very unjust. Even though this man was killed, the King of Qi and the King of Changsha were probably at odds with each other."
"Disaster is not far away...I just don't know which side the Lord will choose."
The two horses rode side by side, and intermittent sounds reached their ears.
While Shao Xun ordered the sergeants of his unit to maintain their formation, he listened with his ears pricked up.
Wang Bao was very famous in Luoyang and was the chief clerk of the powerful Sima and King Sima Ji of Qi. He was actually killed?
The sound of horse hoofbeats gradually approached, but it was Dai Yuan and Zuo Sima Liu Qia who were offering sacrifices to the military advisor.
“I heard that before Wang Bao died, he shouted that his head should be hung on Da Simamen. He would watch helplessly as foreign troops attacked Prince Qi’s Mansion.”
“In fact, Wang Bao was talented and learned. , The strategy proposed is quite feasible, but the King of Qi is ignorant."
"This is a good thing, if the kings leave the capital, Luoyang will be completely controlled by the King of Qi. "
"King Qi hasn't said anything yet, but the lord is a little scared and doesn't dare to keep his followers in Beijing."
"Where is the King of Changsha?"
"It is said that more than a hundred party members were left behind, and the rest were sent outside the city."
"He is quite strong. However, in exchange for a Wang Bao, It’s not a loss for the king’s party members and warriors to leave the capital.”
“Wang Bao has great talents, and the King of Qi’s behavior may chill the hearts of the scholars.”
"What the hell! If you spend more time these days, most of the people in Prince Qi's palace have left, and it's just the right time to recruit him. Wang Cheng was a prince in Taiyuan, and he is well-known. Danyang Ji Zhan, one of the five handsome men in Jiangdong..."
The sound fades away.
Shao Xun looked at their backs, silent.
Looking back at the people in our team and the neighboring teams, almost no one was interested.
This is the Western Jin Dynasty!
There is a reason why the family members monopolize all kinds of resources. Not only because of their power and connections, but more importantly, because they possess knowledge.
Dai Yuan and Liu Qia dare to talk about these sensitive things on the road. To put it bluntly, do they not treat them as human beings?
Almost everyone is illiterate, ignorant, slow-thinking, has no experience, cannot think effectively, and has only a superficial understanding of the general trend of the world. Even if you tell him something confidential in person, he will not be able to tell it very well. Good analysis.
In this day and age, if you don’t need talents from aristocratic families, who can you use? The team continued to move forward and arrived at a semi-abandoned farmhouse before nightfall.
The manor is covered with luxuriant grass and foxes, making it look very desolate.
"This is Pan Yuan, originally owned by Pan Yue, the Huangmen servant." Wu Qian, the leader of the fourth team, opened his dazzling eyes and looked for something in the courtyard. After a moment, he showed disappointment. , cursed in annoyance: "The bastards who ransacked the house didn't leave anything behind, they took everything away."
Shao Xun gave him a funny look. He always felt that Old Wu's name was not good. Wasn't Wu Qian "poor"? No wonder he looked gloomy all day long, as if everyone owed him a few ounces of money.
Pan Yuan’s origin, after hearing what Old Wu said, he probably knew it.
Two years ago, King Sima Lun of Zhao hunted down Pan Yue and the three Yi tribes, and confiscated their property, including the Pan family's residence in Luoyang City and the farm outside the city.
The men who ransacked your house were all veterans, how could they leave any treasure for you?
"Wu Qian, if you are brave, you can go and rob the road and keep the wealth without worries." Yang Bao, the leader of the team, passed by, laughed twice, and walked past proudly.
Fifty soldiers followed behind him, most of them were strong and strong, wielding spears, and they looked like that.
Shao Xun glanced at him with a smile on his lips.
Yang Bao caught his gaze keenly and trembled subconsciously. Xuan then thought of the soldiers behind him, became emboldened, glanced at Shao Xun provocatively, and left.
Mi Huang divided the army into ten teams. Teams 1, 2 and 3 were mostly children, and Shao Xun was the leader of the first team; teams 4, 5, 6, and 7 were mostly old people, and Wu Qian was the leader of the fourth team. , this year is fifty; the eighty and ninety teams are strong, and this Yang Bao is the leader of the eighth team.
"Yang Bao needs to be punished. Shao Langjun will beat him a few more times and he will be honest." Wu Qian grinned with a big mouth with missing teeth.
"Private fights are prohibited in the army." Shao Xun replied.
"Captain Shao said that, he is out of touch." Wu Qian said dissatisfied: "Last month, under the big locust tree, you beat two, Yang Bao and Qin San, and Yang Bao was beaten to the ground. Fortunately, Qin San knelt down and begged for mercy, right?”
Shao Xun was stunned, he didn’t expect the news to spread so quickly.
But this is not a big deal.
They were all peasant soldiers before the conscription. With his current martial arts foundation, it was very easy to support Yang Bao and Qin San. In addition, although military law strictly prohibits private fighting, to be honest, when will such things become less common? It would be strange for a group of grown men to get together for years and not fight.
"Lang Jun beat him well, he beat him well." Wu Qian said with a smile: "Lang Jun will have greater hope in promoting officers in the future. Don't forget to take care of the old man when the time comes."
"What are you talking about about Wuying?" Shao Xun shook his head and said.
"Hey, you can't say that." Wu Qian said: "No son of aristocratic family is willing to be a low-level military general. You don't need to know any military strategy, just one thing, dare to fight and fight hard. We have outstanding martial arts skills. We are thinking and thinking, but only a few of us have hope. Mr. Lang, please give Yang Bao and the others a few more beatings to become famous in the army. In the future, Shangguan will be the first to consider. It’s you.”
Shao Xun was noncommittal.
Actually, who doesn’t want to be promoted? This is a world with clear hierarchies. Each higher level provides more resources. Not to mention that these will be troubled times, and the low-level soldiers will be the fate of cannon fodder. Although low-level officers are also cannon fodder, what if they continue to climb up? Climb to the ceiling of the building owner, and your life insurance will be much better.
“But——” Wu Qian looked around, quietly came over, and whispered: “I heard that Yang Bao is a relative of Liu Sima, and it may be a dirty trick, so Shao Langjun should keep an extra share. You have a good heart.”
“Liu Qia?” Shao Xun frowned and said in confusion.
"That's Liu Qia." Wu Qian nodded heavily and said.
"How can a military household marry an outsider? Is it a mistake?" Shao Xun asked doubtfully.
Soldiers from generation to generation, soldiers from generation to generation, are the so-called soldiers.
They can only marry internally and cannot marry outsiders.
In fact, Shibing is not alone. The entire society has this situation to a certain extent, which is the so-called "status endogamy", which means that you only marry people with the same status as you.
The treatment of military households is very poor. During normal times, most of the income from farming must be contributed to the court. In wartime, they have to fight, and life and death are unpredictable. Therefore, many people are unwilling to become soldiers, and the daughters of soldiers' families also want to marry outside the family to let their offspring get rid of their status as military households.
During the reign of Sima Yan, Emperor Wu of the Jin Dynasty, due to the loosening of control, a large number of women from military families married outside the family and married ordinary civilians. After the imperial court heard about it, it ordered a rectification, took these women away from their husbands, and assigned them to single soldiers as wives, resulting in the largest official tauren behavior in the history of the Western Jin Dynasty.
The strictness of the laws and regulations is evident.
"There are always exceptions." Wu Qian smiled, but the smile looked a little bitter, and he didn't know what he was thinking of.
Shao Xun patted his shoulder and sighed.
The "caste system" of the Jin Dynasty was good and wonderful.
If I didn’t smash this shit, wouldn’t I have no choice but to marry a girl from a military family?
He recalled the women from military households he had seen before, and was even more speechless.
"With your body, martial arts skills, and knowledge, it would be a pity not to be the governor." Wu Qian muttered and walked away quickly.
(End of this chapter)