It was sunny on the first day of July in the sixth year of Yongjia in the Jin Dynasty (312).
The 50,000 hu of grain allocated from Xinzhengcang was successfully transported to Ma Zhu on the ship of Yang Bao, the captain of Luoyang Du Branch.
Also coming with him were officers of senior rank and above drawn from various garrison armies.
In the evening, when the sun was not so bad, the officers disembarked one after another and began to familiarize themselves with the formation with the sergeants in charge.
Peng Ling wore a leather armor, held a sword 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.
Duke Chen specifically ordered that the construction of the city should be carried out by the servants sent from Luoyang. They did not need to participate. After eating, they would practice regularly and learn how to fight in battle formations.
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 cornmeal.
"Team leader, have you ever eaten steamed pancakes?" The owner of this house happened to be the sergeant in his team, so he asked.
"We ate in Juancheng, what happened?"
"I haven't eaten it yet." The sergeant sighed while eating corn rice: "I heard it is made from pig paste. How delicious is it?"
At this time, it was customary to call the oil from animals with horns, such as cattle and sheep, "fat", such as mutton fat.
Those without horns, such as pigs and dogs, have oil called "paste", such as pig paste and dog skin paste.
This is further extended to the term "people's fat and people's anointing", which is a metaphor for the oil and water of the people.
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. Then it will be easy to eat some steamed pig paste cakes, right?" Peng Ling put down the bowl and chopsticks and said seriously: "I
It was during Duyang that he made meritorious deeds, and then he was gradually promoted to team leader."
"Maybe I'll be promoted to building master 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 grabbing things. They are really poor. No one cares about their happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy. As long as someone treats them a little better, they can survive and live better.
The better you get, the more you 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 making a fuss.
Although men no longer build forts, it is not easy at all.
Practicing military formations and practicing martial arts, which one doesn't waste a lot of money? That little corn 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, staring at 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 is the residence of Mr. Chen. He is 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 the feet is a very well-kept vegetable patch, with green courgettes growing out of it, which looks very good.
There are several shelves set up next to the vegetable bed, and I don’t know what I’m going 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 them together.
A general who has no airs is really nice and makes people feel friendly.
When I returned to my apartment, it was filled with the sound of snoring and the smell of stinky feet.
Peng Ling took off the Huanshou knife hanging on the wall, left the hut, and practiced it in the night.
There are no tricks on the battlefield, what matters is this strike that has been tempered for thousands of times.
A slight difference in skills can often mean 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 day by day.
For Penngling, everything seemed fulfilling.
He stays with the sergeants in the team every day, and the Silver Spear Army will send some veterans to teach them skills and tips for surviving on the battlefield.
He could always see Mr. Chen every two or three days.
He patrolled among the sandbanks, sometimes supervising the construction of the city, sometimes personally training the sergeants, sometimes reviewing official letters, sometimes growing vegetables and feeding sheep.
Everyone can see his amazing martial arts skills.
Everyone can hear his confident voice.
In every corner of Sanzhu, Heyang, stories of his glorious past gradually spread.
Defeating Shile in the Battle of Yema Gang, defeating Wang Sang in the Battle of Dayang, and defeating 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 - and at this time Chen Guonggong left by boat.
Peng Ling didn't like this woman because she always had a condescending and bossy attitude. When her eyes occasionally glanced at them, she looked like looking at ants, which was very annoying.
You are so noble, why don't you still serve Mr. Chen? What are you pretending to be?
This woman came twice in June, once in early July, and now it's early August, but she never came, and 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 still has some uses!
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, during the martial arts competition with 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 freshly 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 will receive it in line."
"Thank you Mr. Chen." Everyone who received it thanked him profusely.
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, and the only sound left in the venue was the sound of chewing.
Wherever he went, the melon-eating sergeant would even subconsciously stop and eat carefully after he passed 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. They are brave and good at fighting, and they are invincible.
Why are you afraid of death?"
No one spoke.
"Those who behead the enemy will be rewarded with food and silk."
"Those who have made meritorious service and are promoted will be rewarded with salary, 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 every year, and they will be paid directly for ten years."
"This is the Silver Spear Army, my right wing."
"The three cities of Heyang are extremely important. If you resist the enemy here, you can stop the thieves north of the river, and your family can farm their land 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 be stationed in Heyang for long. Sooner or later, I will need you to step up. In my opinion, the Black Gun Army is my right arm, the iron fist of my right arm that firmly pins the Huns to the north bank of the river."
"I have a right and left arm, so why worry about the affairs of the world?"
"Wealth will be there, women will be there, and there will be a future. All you have to do is fight bravely, and you should encourage them."
Peng Ling felt excited after hearing this.
It turns out that the Black Silk Army is so important? It’s not in vain for me to train 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 the kind of person who does what he says. Even in the year of great calamity, when other people's rations were reduced, the Silver Spear Army officers were never treated badly.
When did the warriors of the Jin Dynasty have such comfortable days? When were they treated as human beings?
"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.
"Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, organize people to go fishing in the pond. Let's slaughter the sheep that have been raised for several months. The boys have worked hard in training, so we can't treat them badly."
"As ordered." Cai Cheng responded loudly, and then led his soldiers to loudly announce the good news to everyone.
As expected, enthusiastic cheers suddenly broke out. The sound was so loud that even Gao Zhu and Tao Zhu, two miles away, heard it.
Perhaps, even the Huns on the north bank heard it.
Chapter completed!