Chapter 409 Right-hand man
On the first day of July, the sixth year of Yongjia in the Jin Dynasty (312), it was sunny.
The 50,000 dendrobium grains allocated from Xinzhengcang were successfully transported to Ma Zhu on the ship of Yang Bao, the captain of Luoyang Du Branch.
Coming with him were officers of senior rank and above who were drawn from various garrison armies.
In the evening, when the sun was not very bright, the officers dismounted one after another, and the sergeants in charge of their respective positions began to familiarize themselves with the formation.
Peng Ling was wearing a leather armor, holding a saber in his hand, and looked at his more than fifty men with bright eyes.
He keenly discovered that this unit, called the Black Gun Army, seemed to have the same organization as the Silver Spear Army, with about 600 people in one building.
Heyang Sanzhu was organized into two buildings.
Chen Gong specifically ordered that the servants sent from Luoyang would be responsible for building the city. They did not need to participate. After eating, they would practice regularly and learn how to fight in battle.
Peng Ling also followed suit.
His archery skills started to be learned after he became a commander. His skills are really not good, which is a bit unworthy of his status.
When the sun completely sets, each team disbands one after another.
The sergeants returned home in a noisy manner, picked up the delicious food, and ate happily.
Peng Ling thought of his wife and children far away in Juancheng, and couldn't help but sigh.
When people are concerned, their hearts soften.
But there are some obsessions that he has never changed.
He subconsciously looked at Luoyang, hummed slightly, sat on the ground outside a house, and ate corn rice.
"Team leader, have you ever eaten steamed cakes?" The owner of this house happened to be a sergeant in his team, so he asked.
“I’ve eaten it in Juancheng. What’s wrong?”
“I haven’t eaten it yet.” The sergeant sighed while eating corn rice: “I heard it is made from pig paste. Yes, how fragrant is that?”
At this time, it was customary to call the oil of horned animals such as cattle and sheep "fat", such as mutton fat.
The oil of those without horns, such as pigs and dogs, is called "paste", such as pig paste and dog skin paste.
It is further extended that the people's fat and the people's anointing is a metaphor for the people's oil and water.
Food with oil and water is really delicious.
“Practice your martial arts well, become familiar with the military formations, and if you make some contributions in the battle formations, you will be promoted easily. Isn’t it easy to eat some steamed pig paste cakes then?” Peng Ling put down his bowl and chopsticks, He said seriously: "I was doing meritorious service in Duyang back then, and then I was slowly promoted to team leader."
"Maybe I will be promoted to building leader one day." The sergeant complimented.
Peng Ling shook his head and said: "Unless the Heiyi Army expands a few more buildings, it will be very difficult."
"I see." The sergeant stopped asking and lowered his head to eat in peace. .
He has a wife and two children.
My wife had just been mending clothes in the sunshine outside the thatched house, with a happy smile on her face.
Peng Ling noticed that the woman was wearing new clothes, obviously made of Yushanwu white linen distributed by Mr. Chen.
This may be all she wears.
After getting new clothes, I finally no longer have to hide in the house.
Thinking of this, Peng Ling sighed, don’t blame the refugees for robbing things, they are really poor. No one cares about their happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy. As long as someone treats them a little better and allows them to live and live better and better, they will give up.
The sergeant's two children were still running around naked. After being called back by their mother, they ate gruel mixed with wild vegetables and leaves. While eating, they glanced at the thick corn rice in their father's bowl. .
The woman took the two children into the house to prevent them from drooling and causing trouble.
Although men no longer build forts, they are not easy at all.
Drilling military formations or practicing martial arts, which one does not waste a lot of money? That little bit of rice is simply not enough.
"You don't need to practice martial arts tomorrow, but you can recognize the golden drum flag and get up early instead of being late." After Peng Ling finished eating, he went to the river to wash the dishes.
Not far away stood a large group of soldiers wearing bright light armor, eyeing him eagerly.
Behind the sergeant is a thatched wooden house, with a lamp lit, and the unique smell of rancid oil can be smelled from a distance.
That’s Mr. Chen’s residence. Are you still reviewing the seals at night?
Peng Ling left quietly and stood by the river, quietly listening to the sound of rushing water.
In front of my feet is a very well-kept vegetable patch, with green courgettes growing out of it, which looks very nice.
There are several shelves set up next to the vegetable border, and I don’t know what to plant.
Ma Zhu is not old and has no secrets.
Peng Ling often saw Mr. Chen working in the vegetable garden. He also built the shelves with his own hands. He laughed and said that when the melons and beans were ripe, he would invite everyone to eat together.
A general who has no airs is really nice and makes people feel friendly.
After returning to my residence, it was full of snoring and the smell of stinky feet.
Peng Ling took off the Huanshou knife hanging on the wall, left the hut, and practiced in the night.
There are no tricks on the battlefield, what matters is this strike that has been tempered for thousands of times.
The difference in skill is often the difference between life and death.
It is no lie that masters compete with each other to determine the difference between life and death.
The days passed like this. For Penngling, everything seemed fulfilling.
He stays with the sergeants in the team every day. The Silver Spear Army will send some veterans to teach them skills and tips for surviving on the battlefield.
Every two or three days, he can always see Mr. Chen.
He patrolled between various sandbanks, sometimes supervising the construction of the city, sometimes personally training sergeants, sometimes reviewing official letters, and sometimes growing vegetables to feed sheep.
Everyone can see his amazing martial arts.
Everyone can hear his confident voice.
In every corner of Sanzhu, Heyang, stories of his glorious past gradually spread.
The defeat of Shile in the battle of Yema Gang, the defeat of Wang Sang in the battle of Dayang, and the defeat of Jin Zhun in the battle of Gaoping were amazing. Even Penngling had heard of many deeds for the first time.
Occasionally a woman would come to see him, she looked to be in her thirties - some said she was nearly forty - at this time Chen Guijun left by boat.
Peng Ling doesn’t like this woman. Because she always had a condescending and bossy attitude, and when her eyes occasionally glanced at them, it was as if she were looking at ants, which was very annoying.
You are so noble, why don’t you still serve Mr. Chen? What to pretend to be?
This woman came twice in June and once in early July. Now it is early August, but she never came. She disappeared for a whole month.
On the third day of August, Luoyang sent 100,000 hu of military rations, nearly half a month later than originally planned.
This poor court!
On the fourth day of August, another batch of equipment was delivered.
Peng Ling fell in love with the spear as black as ink at first sight.
The real black spear is much stronger than the wooden spear used for practice in the past few months.
This court is of some use!
Mr. Chen organized a parade that day.
A total of 1,200 people stood under the scorching sun, their high-pitched voices resounding throughout Sanzhu, and the straw man was almost stabbed to death by them.
However, when they were fighting against the Silver Spear Army, they were defeated in a ruthless manner, which made people a little angry.
“It’s time to eat melons, it’s time to eat melons!” The sergeants brought baskets of newly picked courgettes and a batch of yellow melons, which seemed to be shipped from other places.
When everyone saw it, they immediately swallowed their saliva.
Shao Xun took the knife, gently cut the melon, and said: "This is the melon picked from Gaozhu today. The sandy soil is fertile, and the melon is very delicious. Everyone has a share, and they collect it in line. "
"Thank you Mr. Chen." Everyone who received it was very grateful.
Not only because of this melon, but also because of the great improvement in their family life.
After dividing the melon, Shao Xun did not eat it, but walked on the grass with his hands behind his back.
A total of 1,200 people were silent, with only the sound of chewing remaining in the venue.
Wherever he goes, the sergeant eating the melon will even subconsciously stop and eat it carefully after he passes by.
"In the past when there was an incident in Luoyang, I stationed troops in front of the Taiji Palace, but there were only six hundred people." Shao Xun's voice floated far away in the night wind: "Now there are six thousand people in the left camp of Silver Spear , brave and good at fighting, fearless of death, why?”
No one said anything.
“Those who behead the enemy will be rewarded with grain and silk.”
“Those who have made meritorious service and are promoted will be rewarded with land, grain and rice, and the leader of the team will have fifty acres.”
"Those who are killed or disabled in battle will have their own money and silk to provide compensation. Their families will be given twenty bushels of grain and beans a year and will be given direct leadership for ten years."
"This is the Silver Spear Army, my right-hand man. "
"The three cities of Heyang are extremely important. If we resist the enemy here, we can block the thieves to the north of the river, and your family can farm with peace of mind."
"A bandit camp has been set up in the Zhemati area of Hebei Province. There are many of them. They are rampant and may invade from the south at any time."
"The Silver Spear Army will not stay in Heyang for a long time. Sooner or later, you will need to support them. Go up. In my opinion, the Heiyi Army is my right arm, the iron fist that pins the Huns to the north bank of the river. "
"I have a right and left arm, so why worry about the world?"< br>
"Wealth will be there, women will be there, and there will be a future. As long as you fight bravely, you should encourage them."
Peng Ling felt excited after hearing this.
So, is the Heijin Army so important? It’s not in vain that I have practiced hard day and night.
He believed every word Mr. Chen said.
The love the Silver Spear Army officers have for him is not fake, he is just that kind of person who does what he says. Even in the year of great disaster, the Silver Spear Army officers were not treated badly by reducing the rations of others.
When did the warriors of the Jin Dynasty have such comfortable days? When were you ever treated as a human being?
"Practice the Yanyue Formation in three days, and you'll have some snacks later." After Shao Xun finished speaking, he clapped his hands.
Cai Cheng stepped forward immediately.
"Organize people to fish in the pond tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Let's kill the sheep that have been raised for several months. The boys have worked hard and cannot be treated badly."
"Yes." Cai Cheng responded loudly, and then led his soldiers to loudly announce the good news to everyone.
As expected, warm cheers instantly sounded. The sound was so loud that Gao Zhu and Tao Zhu, two miles away, heard it.
Perhaps even the Huns on the north bank heard it.
(End of this chapter)