Chapter 73 Martial Arts Practice
On June 20, at the foot of Mount Mang, the shouts of the sergeants’ drills became louder and louder than the waves.
At noon, Sima Yue arrived with his shogunate staff. Three thousand people shouted in unison, making Sima Yue, who was brewing a war, laugh happily.
The military spirit can be used, the military spirit can be used!
Mi Huang, Shao Xun, He Lun and Wang Bing stood beside Sima Yue with respectful expressions.
Sima Yue's eyes passed over the four people one by one.
Mi Huang leads the troops well and can be assigned important tasks.
He Lun is diligent and conscientious in everything he does and can be trusted.
Wang Bing is not showy, but he often practices martial arts hard and is motivated.
Shao Xun, a member of the brave generals, often brings great surprises to himself. He still remembered Sima Ying's dark face that day, haha, it was so relieved.
These four are all rare talents, and they must be put to great use in the future.
“Here comes someone.” Sima Yue suddenly shouted.
Military consultation wine Dai Yuan came over with a tray in his hand.
Sima Yue took off the silk covering it, and it turned out to be seals from two parties.
He took out one side first, looked at it, handed it to Mi Huang, and said: "From now on, you will be the lieutenant of Donghai Kingdom."
"Thank you, King Jianba. "Mi Huang took the seal respectfully and held it tightly in his hand.
Sima Yue nodded with satisfaction, then took the other party's seal and handed it to Shao Xun, saying: "You were promoted to be filial and honest last month, and now Lieutenant Sima has also been appointed. Keep the seal."
"Thank you, King Jianba." Shao Xun took it steadily.
I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw the engraving: "Lieutenant Sima of the East China Sea Kingdom" - the specific model can refer to the "Lieutenant Sima of the Langya Kingdom" seal unearthed in Nanjing.
"You can be considered a scholar now." Sima Yue was in a good mood and couldn't help but say a few more words: "The world is abuzz today, and there are many places to use it. If you can fight hard, you can accumulate merit. Six hundred stones, honoring the ancestors and other trivial matters.”
"I will obey the king's order." Shao Xun replied.
Actually, strictly speaking, he is not a scholar.
In a situation like his, if someone promoted Xiaolian and became an official, if any of his sons or grandchildren continue to reach his level, the old Shao family of Donghai can barely be called a humble family. That's it, you have to be judged by the county magistrate. If you don't judge, you are not. At most, you can be considered powerful.
This is actually the plight of local tycoons in many places today.
Some families obviously have a lot of land and tribes, surpassing the gentry with smaller family fortunes, but they have no political status and no family status. They can only be called "rich people" instead of "gentlemen" people".
The Mi family in the late Eastern Han Dynasty was in this kind of predicament, otherwise they would not have sponsored Liu Bei with a lot of money to give him a try.
Nowadays, the situation in the world is collapsing, the influence of family status is getting smaller and smaller, and the influence of hard power (land, population, money and food) is increasing, which is a rare thing for the vast number of tycoons and wealthy businessmen with no background. Opportunity to get ahead.
Shao Xun vaguely remembers that during the Southern and Northern Dynasties in later generations, local tycoons in many places acted as house owners or even military leaders, leading their troops to fight for their respective courts, probably to enhance their family status and seize local power.
Sima Yue should hope that Shao Xun would sacrifice his life for his Sima family for the sake of his personal future and even his family's fortune.
Okay, great, your idea is good, but I would rather see the Jin court collapse and break the caste ceiling.
"Your Majesty, the drill has begun." Wang Cheng, the lieutenant in charge, came over and reported.
"Oh? I want to take a good look." Sima Yue laughed, walked to the front of the high platform, leaned on the railing and looked out.
Wang Cheng took a step behind and glanced at Shao Xun.
Shao Xun did not squint his eyes, as if he was unaware.
Being a Zhonglang is considered a senior staff member, and his status is higher than joining the army. He is paid according to the standard of an official of 600 shi.
Gou Xi was once Sima Yi's lieutenant.
Shao Xun felt that the emotions in Wang Cheng's eyes were very complicated. Maybe he still remembers how many old punches he received? Have you never been humiliated like this in your life?
Shao Xun smiled secretly in his heart.
He is numb now. Sima Yue is always recruiting surrenders and rebels. If he has the ability, he will recruit all the people who have experienced my old fist to see if I am afraid. grass!
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In the hunting wind, three thousand soldiers from the upper and lower armies stood in a row, holding bows, spears, swords and shields.
It looks pretty decent.
But this is an illusion, and it will be chaotic when walking. After all, quite a few of them have only trained for less than five months.
Shao Xun was quite impressed by this.
At the beginning, except for those with military experience, it was even difficult for newcomers to distinguish left and right, and I don’t know how many whips he received.
At that time, during the training queue, someone was about to be beaten almost as soon as he took a step.
After one month of training, walking twenty steps will become chaotic.
After three months of training, walking fifty steps will become chaotic.
After five months of training now, I can walk fifty steps without getting messed up, but I still need to stop and realign myself.
"Dong dong dong..." The drum sound suddenly sounded, attracting everyone's attention.
Sima Yue stood against the wind, building a pergola with his hands.
Mi Huang, He Lun, Wang Bing, Wang Dao, Liu Qia, Dai Yuan, Wang Cheng and newcomer Yu Liang stood behind, trying their best to keep their eyes wide open and look at the fighting field.
Two thousand people from He Lun tribe formed a small square array in units of buildings, on the left.
A thousand people from Wang Bing's tribe are on the right.
There are two hundred steps in between.
At this time the drums sounded and the two armies began to move towards each other.
Both sides did not use crossbows, and held the barrels of the guns with their heads removed. They walked slowly at first, and after dozens of steps, as the rhythm of the drums changed, they began to run quickly.
The leading officers on both sides kept shouting to boost morale.
The effect on the army's side did not seem to be very good. The sergeants who were born in Luoyang City made a lot of noise.
The soldiers of the lower army shouted in unison. Let’s not talk about their combat effectiveness. The shouts of killing were indeed very loud and seemed to have particularly high morale.
"Dong dong dong..." The rhythm of the drum changed again.
Both sides subconsciously accelerated their pace.
The Shandong Army's Middle Eastern Marines were accelerating and rushing forward. The Luoyang City people were slow in their movements, and their formation was a little out of touch.
The soldiers in the lower army had ferocious faces, as if they were looking at the enemy who killed their father.
Close, very close.
Under the command of the officer, the sergeants leveled their spears one after another.
Amidst the excitement of the drums, he quickened his pace, used all his strength, and shouted: "Kill!"
Hit the spear straight away.
A clear depression immediately appeared in the military formation on the opposite side. The depression grew larger and deeper, and finally turned into a huge cavity.
The army collapsed...
The idle people of Luoyang were the first to be frightened and turned around and fled.
The Donghai soldiers wanted to resist for a while, but were quickly led away and ran away.
Two thousand people collapsed just like that.
In a battle between novices, the winner is decided. There is no soul-stirring repetitive entanglement, it is so straightforward.
The new wind blows strongly, and the flags fly.
Sima Yue was dumbfounded.
He Lun was blushing and ashamed.
Wang Bing looked complicated and sighed secretly.
Mi Huang is radiant and proud.
Director Wang's face was gloomy, with a hint of annoyance.
Liu Qia was stunned and at a loss.
Yu Liang had a genuine expression on his face, and the sixteen-year-old boy even looked at Shao Xun with some admiration.
Thousands of people have different faces and thoughts.
"Bang!" Sima Yue slapped the table harder, not knowing whether he was excited or angry.
No one dared to speak and just waited silently.
"I have a thousand soldiers, and I will give you two pieces of silk." After a while, Sima Yue finally spoke.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward." Wang Bing took a step forward and responded loudly.
"Zi Hui, can the army fight like this?" Sima Yue asked with an ugly face after he came to his senses.
He Lun lowered his head, a little worried, a little angry, and a little scared. He now hoped that Sikong would not notice him.
"Back to your Majesty, the army can still defend the city..." Mi Huang only said half a sentence.
"What about the field battle?" Sima Yue asked. After asking, he did not let Mi Huang answer. Instead, he gave He Lun a hard look and completed it himself: "The field battle will most likely collapse at the first touch."
< br>"No -" Sima Yue, who was extremely disappointed, even began to think: "I'm afraid it will collapse during the march."
He Lun's face was as red as a monkey's butt, but what did he say? Don't even dare to say it.
When you are being beaten, don’t talk nonsense, otherwise you will only get beaten harder.
"It's just that I lost to the Ye soldiers. They have been on the battlefield after all. But there are also new soldiers in the army, and their number is smaller than yours. They were defeated as soon as they fought. What else is there to say? Gu Huan Can I take you to the battlefield?" Sima Yue said angrily.
"Plop!" He Lun knelt down directly and said: "This servant is incompetent, please punish Sikong."
Wang Bing sighed.
He couldn't describe the feeling in his heart. He always felt that with Shao Xun as his subordinate, even if it gave him face, there was no happiness at all. It was just a nightmare.
You hit He Lun in the face, how can you not hit me in the face?
"Your Majesty, General He has worked hard and meritorious service. It is not appropriate to be deeply blamed."
"Your Majesty, General He is loyal and loyal, which is priceless."
"Your Majesty, General He..."
The staff tried to persuade Sima Yue to calm down his anger.
"Your Majesty, the Kingdom's army has been established for too short a time, and it needs to be vigorously trained." After the senior staff spoke one after another, Yu Liang, the Dongge sacrificial wine man, stepped forward and said: "Luoyang is very important, if there is no need It is difficult for the troops to be trusted to guard the troops, and the soldiers at the front have no intention of fighting. The royal army can stay in Luoyang to protect the prince, the princess and the family members of the imperial army. "
The anger on Sima Yue's face gradually dissipated. .
Yes, Luoyang is his current hometown, which is very important.
Once there is a mistake, your wife and children will be captured by others, where will you put your face? Especially for the princess, he couldn't imagine what would happen to the Pei family if she fell into Zhang Fang's hands.
There are also family members of the Forbidden Army. Once they are harmed by Zhang Fang's people, will they blow up the camp when they hear about it when they are fighting at the front?
In short, Luoyang must not make any mistakes, and must send trustworthy generals to stay behind.
After his eyes flickered for a while, he looked at Mi Huang.
The number one general in Yue Prefecture can only be him.
Others, mostly new ones, he doesn’t trust.
"Before the Northern Expedition, we need to take care of Shi Chao first. We have left this solitary talk here. If anyone is half-hearted and refuses to advance, he will not be spared." After saying that, he pulled Mi Huang over and whispered. : "Zi Hui, I will appoint you as the 'Supervisor of Luoyang', and look out for my future."
The country has a system, and the highest military officers sent to various places have various titles.
The governor oversees the armies as the top, supervises the armies as the second, and supervises the armies as the bottom.
Making holding festivals the top priority, holding festivals second, and leaving festivals inferior.
Mi Huang was supposed to be the "supervisor of Luoyang's guard", but he was not disciplined and had no right to kill officials and generals who contradicted him.
Generally speaking, Dudu, Jian, and Du can all be called "Dudu" because they are all responsible for the military affairs of a place.
But there are still specific differences, that is, those who do not have the rank of general (Anping, Sizheng Town) as governor can only be called "supervisor" or "supervisor".
The governor is a local position, while the general is a central position. Serving as a governor with the rank of general is a means for the central government to intervene in the local area.
Mi Huang's official position is too low, and he is not even qualified to "supervise Luoyang's guard", so he can only be a "supervisor".
He is simply a weak governor.
But Mi Huang was still very excited and agreed immediately.
Sikong entrusted his future to me. This is such a trust. I must devote myself to it until death.
Just when Mi Huang was moved, Sima Yue sighed and said in a lower voice: "Luoyang can keep the rules, but if you can't, just leave. Take the princess and the prince with you and retreat to the East China Sea. If the situation arises, If it's urgent, just abandon the princess and save the prince."
"No," Mi Huang replied with a trembling heart.
Sikong was worried that if Yecheng could not be attacked quickly and the stalemate lasted for a long time, Luoyang would not be able to withstand Zhang Fang.
But now that I leave, won’t I be defeated in front of me?
Don’t think too deeply about this issue, just do your own errands first.
If you get the chance, it would be better for everyone to sit down together and discuss it.
"In ten days and a half, I will take action." When he said this, Sima Yue's voice was very low, and his expression was a bit hesitant and struggling, but in the end it became a fierce force. .
He has been a child for so long and has had enough.
Life is only a few decades long, but he doesn’t know if there will ever be a day when he feels proud and proud. He doesn’t want to wait any longer.
(End of this chapter)