It's just that the current training period is still short, and there are a large number of people, so Mo Yizhi has not yet selected a suitable candidate.

In March, the ice and snow were about to melt, and the 10,000 recruits in the snow could not remember or understand even the most basic passwords.

Many of them have never been on the battlefield, but in modern times they should still be spoiled children, protected by their parents, living a carefree and happy life every day but still full of dissatisfaction.

Mo Yizhi looked at these young people standing in the snow with their faces flushed, whether from heat or cold, and couldn't help but think of what her father, General Mo, said to her at that time: "In this era, if you want to stop the war,

To live a peaceful and stable life, we can only make our army stronger and use force to subdue force."

Mo Yizhi has never seen the old emperor sitting in the Golden Palace before. He is like the hand that grabs the gun, and her father, General Zhenguo, is the gun in the old emperor's hand, fighting on the battlefield for many years.

And these young and immature faces will soon become sharp and powerful bullets that are pushed into the chamber.

At the right time, strike through the enemy's heart with one blow.

But at that time, even the sharpest bullets will become useless things after being fired in one fell swoop. It's just a matter of time.

These people were in front of Mo Yizhi, but as for himself...

The whole morning was spent training military boxing and horse stance. Mo Yizhi was used to this kind of life and didn't find it boring at all.

In a blink of an eye, it was time for lunch, and a long line of soldiers lined up waiting for food.

Today’s lunch meal consists of two steamed corn noodles per person, two steamed buns the size of a man’s fist, a bowl of mixed rice porridge, and a bowl of boiled white meat. The daily meals in the recruit camp are almost the same.

Two steamed buns, a bowl of porridge and a bowl of vegetables.

In these turbulent times, it is very difficult to have enough food every day. Poor people may not be able to eat such a meal once a year in their homes.

Therefore, many recruits who had just joined the army were worried all day long and missed their hometown. But when they saw that they had enough to eat every day in the army and had twenty cents a month as military pay, they gradually felt at ease.

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Mo Yizhi had never had any appetite, so she never did anything special. She ate whatever the soldiers ate, but occasionally she would go to the kitchen to get an extra steamed bun when she was not full. She was caught by Sun Quanzhen a few times.

, and then everyone knew that Mo Yizhi could eat it.

She never fought and stood silently at the back of the line. When it was her turn to come forward, there was nothing to eat.

When the cook saw it was her, he immediately smiled, tilted the pot and used a large spoon to fish out the pot for a long time, but he only took out a spoonful of vegetable soup and a few vegetable leaves, and a bowl of porridge was just watery.

Half a bowl of rice soup.

The cook sneered and stuffed the remaining three grains into Xiao Qi's hands, then looked at the half bowl of vegetable soup in front of him and said, "I'll go stir-fry something for Brother Yizhi."

Mo Yizhi smiled lightly and shook his head: "No, that's fine." After saying that, he took the half bowl of rice soup and a few vegetable leaves, and found a place to sit down while holding the steamed buns.

Because the school ground is some distance away from the camp, so as not to affect the training time, the lunch meal is delivered to the school ground by the cook. After receiving lunch, a group of soldiers sit on the ground and find a place to squat in groups of two and a half.

That's it. But the training period is still short and there are so many people, so Mo Yi hasn't selected a suitable candidate yet.

In March, the ice and snow were about to melt, and the 10,000 recruits in the snow could not remember or understand even the most basic passwords.

Many of them have never been on the battlefield, but in modern times they should still be spoiled children, protected by their parents, living a carefree and happy life every day but still full of dissatisfaction.

Mo Yizhi looked at these young people standing in the snow with their faces flushed, whether from heat or cold, and couldn't help but think of what her father, General Mo, said to her at that time: "In this era, if you want to stop the war,

To live a peaceful and stable life, we can only make our army stronger and use force to subdue force."

Mo Yizhi has never seen the old emperor sitting in the Golden Palace before. He is like the hand that grabs the gun, and her father, General Zhenguo, is the gun in the old emperor's hand, fighting on the battlefield for many years.

And these young and immature faces will soon become sharp and powerful bullets that are pushed into the chamber.

At the right time, strike through the enemy's heart with one blow.

But at that time, even the sharpest bullets will become useless things after being fired in one fell swoop. It's just a matter of time.

These people were in front of Mo Yizhi, but as for himself...

The whole morning was spent training military boxing and horse stance. Mo Yizhi was used to this kind of life and didn't find it boring at all.

In a blink of an eye, it was time for lunch, and a long line of soldiers lined up waiting for food.

Today’s lunch meal consists of two steamed corn noodles per person, two steamed buns the size of a man’s fist, a bowl of mixed rice porridge, and a bowl of boiled white meat. The daily meals in the recruit camp are almost the same.

Two steamed buns, a bowl of porridge and a bowl of vegetables.

In these turbulent times, it is very difficult to have enough food every day. Poor people may not be able to eat such a meal once a year in their homes.

Therefore, many recruits who had just joined the army were worried all day long and missed their hometown. But when they saw that they had enough to eat every day in the army and had twenty cents a month as military pay, they gradually felt at ease.

.

Mo Yizhi had never had any appetite, so she never did anything special. She ate whatever the soldiers ate, but occasionally she would go to the kitchen to get an extra steamed bun when she was not full. She was caught by Sun Quanzhen a few times.

, and then everyone knew that Mo Yizhi could eat it.

She never fought and stood silently at the back of the line. When it was her turn to come forward, there was nothing to eat.

When the cook saw it was her, he immediately smiled, tilted the pot and used a large spoon to fish out the pot for a long time, but he only took out a spoonful of vegetable soup and a few vegetable leaves, and a bowl of porridge was just watery.

Half a bowl of rice soup.

The cook sneered and stuffed the remaining three grains into Xiao Qi's hands, then looked at the half bowl of vegetable soup in front of him and said, "I'll go stir-fry something for Brother Yizhi."

Mo Yizhi smiled lightly and shook his head: "No, that's fine." After saying that, he took the half bowl of rice soup and a few vegetable leaves, and found a place to sit down while holding the steamed buns.

Because the school ground is some distance from the camp, so as not to affect the training time, the lunch meal is delivered to the school ground by the cook. After receiving lunch, a group of soldiers find a place on the ground to squat in groups of two and a half.
Chapter completed!