Zhang Jiao became a camp general.

He himself couldn't believe it.

The team general can only lead one hundred people, but the camp general can lead five hundred people.

Of course, if it is the actual amount.

In the early days of Zhao's army, a battalion with a strength of 500 could have 400 people. This battalion general was considered to have a good conscience.

But now, he discovered that the people who were assigned to his command were actually five hundred big men.

Moreover, they were five hundred big men who had just survived the battlefield.

In yesterday's attack, some battalions were crippled, and some battalions directly selected some people from their ranks because of their poor performance and assigned them all to the logistics team.

Those people were still very happy, but Zhang Jiao felt that this matter was definitely not that simple.

Now these people feel that they have gotten a benefit, but if they did not do something well and actually got a benefit, they are afraid that the price they will pay will be even greater later.

Zhang Jiao never believed in pie-in-the-sky things.

The military discipline of the New Song Dynasty army seems to be somewhat different from that of the past.

After he became a battalion general and his troops were reorganized, Zhang Jie got a thick booklet on military discipline.

Along with the booklet, there was also a military judge and an officer in charge of logistics.

He is responsible for specific matters such as training and operations. Military discipline is managed by the military judge, and the finances of the entire battalion are managed by another specialized officer.

I'm afraid it's impossible to take advantage of the short quota here.

However, Zhang Jie also understood that from now on, he would be truly accepted by the New Song Army, and he would no longer be a different person in their eyes and would be demoted to the army.

Perhaps, he had served in the Hebei frontier army, which also helped him.

General Wei Wu, the iron-footed general, also served as a frontier soldier in Hebei. I heard that one of his legs was cut off by the Liao army on the battlefield.

This made Zhang Jie admire him very much.

Zhang Jie first went to see the funeral of his brother who died in the war.

There was no coffin, but the people were wrapped in torn mats or linen, and then put into the dug graves. The pit was very large, and more than two hundred people died in the battle.

There are eight members of Zhang Zhuo's team.

The funeral was simple but solemn.

Gongs and drums are all available, and the players are all soldiers. It seems that the army has always had these things.

The music is very sad.

But Zhang Jie didn't feel too sad.

I have seen too many deaths over the years.

Now these dead people may be lucky to have people burying them.

Many people were even found dead in the wilderness, bitten by wild beasts, and their bones were incomplete!

If one day I die in battle, I hope to have such a funeral.

Zhang Jiu thought.

Military funerals are only held after a victory, or during a stalemate. If the battle is defeated, forget it.

Many times, the heads of the defeated were chopped off as a military attack.

When defending Tokyo City, the Liao people built many heads into hills, making the Song troops on the city wall tremble when they saw them.

In fact, this kind of thing was also done by the Zhao and Song border troops in Hebei.

The armies of both sides crossed the border to clear grass and valleys from each other, and their attacks were merciless.

But in the end, the Liao people won.

King Zhao, although it sounds nice, is actually just a puppet of the Liao people.

"Salute!" Accompanied by an officer's stern roar, all the soldiers who attended the funeral simultaneously touched their hearts with their right hands and bowed in salute, including the iron-footed general Wei Wu himself.

After the ceremony, Wei Wu picked up the shovel and sprinkled the first shovelful of soil. Then the officers collectively stepped forward and shoveled soil into the pit.

As a camp general, Zhang Jiu also had a share.

On the contrary, the soldiers became the spectators at this moment.

This is a new rule of the New Song Dynasty. There was no such rule before. Zhang Qiu thought about it while shoveling the soil.

Although it was his first time to participate, Zhang Jiao still understood the meaning here, which was nothing more than a way to win over the troops and boost their morale.

In the military, holding a funeral for a companion is actually a very sad thing. It will definitely have a certain impact on the morale of the military, because it will make everyone realize that they may be lying in a pit at some point. Those cold corpses.

But such a funeral with a strong sense of ceremony will make onlookers feel another kind of glory.

On the contrary, it made everyone feel more energetic.

After burying his dead comrades, Zhang Jie went to see the injured old brothers.

It has to be said that Zhang Jie once again saw something new.

Probably a landowner's big house was requisitioned by the army. As for the owner, he may have fled to Xiayi City. Under normal circumstances, the city would not allow the owner of such a big house to stay outside.

Because these landowners have their own private armed forces, money, and food, if there is a war, these people will of course have to be evacuated into the city with their people, food, and money.

This house is really beautifully restored.

But right now, dozens of houses are all filled with a strong smell of herbs, and some people in white clothes are coming in and out.

In the courtyard, rows of ropes were pulled up, with some strips of cloth hanging on them, which had just been taken out of the boiling pot.

"General, do you know what kind of cloth this is?" Yu, the new logistics officer, asked a little show off.

Zhang Jie shook his head. Both the military judge and the logistics officer were transferred from the Baiyu Army. In fact, it was also a means of controlling this war camp. Although there was not much contact, the military judge could memorize the thick regulations. Zhang Jie was extremely surprised. Xiang Yu was also extremely skilled in logistics matters. With the help of these two people, Zhang Jie, who had just become a camp general, managed the camp affairs in an orderly manner.

Zhang Jie has no intention of competing with others for power.

As a newly demoted general, he knows his identity very well.

If you really want to become the same person as the other person, it will take time and tempering by blood and fire.

Only in this way can the other party truly accept you.

Although Xiang Yu and the military judge both respected him on the outside, Zhang Jie could still feel the trace of distrust and contempt in their eyes.

"This comes from the Leizhou Peninsula. It is a kind of cloth grown on the island. The locals call it Jibei cloth. It is extremely expensive!" Xiang Yu sighed: "Ten guan yuan a piece!"

"What?" Zhang Qiu was suddenly shocked.

There were no wars in the past. In good years, how much did one stone of rice cost? It was only four to five hundred coppers. Even if there is a war now and the price of rice has soared, it is only five or six thousand coppers per stone. I heard that in the New Song Dynasty, the price of grain was now regulated by the court. They were crushed by two stones and one stone. Anyone who dared to live in a strange place would be killed without mercy.

What kind of cloth is this? It costs ten guan per piece. This is more expensive than ordinary silk.

"The main reason is that there are so few!" Xiang Yu said: "Rich people buy it, spin it into thread, and then make it into underwear. I heard it is very comfortable, but you and I definitely can't afford it!"

"But this?" Zhang Jiao pointed to the cloth strips hung with ropes in the patio.

"This is the virtuous policy of the chief minister and the heart of the chief minister to care for our soldiers." Mentioning the chief minister, Xiang Yu's eyes were filled with admiration: "Take the raw materials of Jibei cloth and weave them into this kind of cloth called Shabu. The finished product is cut into a palm-wide strip, which is called a bandage. It is used to wrap wounds. It has excellent breathability and is divided into several types. Like this one, it is tied on the outside and can be repeated. Use it, and there are some, soak it in potion. This kind of gauze is also very good at absorbing water. It can fully absorb the potion and apply it on the wound. It will be of great benefit to the wounded soldiers. General, do you know that we are in the southwest? In the army, how many people died after being injured?"

Zhang Jiucheng was in the army, so he naturally knew this very well.

In fact, not many people actually died on the battlefield, but those who died from injuries after the war accounted for the vast majority of the deaths.

"Fifty percent!" He extended a slap.

"Only 20% of our troops from the southwest cannot be rescued after being injured!" Xiang Yu proudly held out two fingers.

"The main reason is that each of our armies has a battlefield ambulance like this. The injured will be sent here as soon as possible. There are enough skilled doctors here to treat trauma. Of course, there are also There are enough herbs. Jibeibu, which others cannot get, is abundant in the nursing home." Xiang Yu smiled and said: "When the chief assistant inspected the army, he said that other places can save it, but here, it is You can't save a penny, because here, there are lives."

"The first assistant is kind!" Zhang Jie was sincerely convinced.

"These rules and this kind of rescue center were originally formulated by the Chief Assistant himself. Although our Baiyu Camp comes from Guangxi Road, the Baiyu Army dares to be regarded as a direct descendant of the Chief Assistant!" Xiang Yu said proudly.

Zhang Jie smiled.

What will I do in the future?

Will he be incorporated into the White Feather Army?

I'm afraid not.

But as long as he remains under Wei Wu, he will probably be counted as the direct descendant of the chief assistant!

Hope so.

"Except for us who come from the southwest, the other troops in the imperial court are really cowardly!" Xiang Yu looked disgusted.

Looking at Zhang Jie's expression, Xiang Yu hurriedly said: "But Zhengjiang, you are an exception. Wei Tongzhi is full of praise for you!"

"If you control your love, you will have to die in return!"

The two of them walked into a main room. The cabinets all over the wall were filled with all kinds of medicinal herbs. In addition to the smell of boiled herbs, there was also a strong aroma of wine.

"Strong wine!" Xiang Yu said, "By boiling the wine repeatedly, you can get a burning wine. Use this wine to wash your wounds. How does it taste?"

As soon as I said this, I heard screams coming from the room. Through the unlocked door, I could see a woman in white clothes in a small room, using a small brush to dip it in transparent liquid. The liquid is cleaning the wound of a wounded soldier.
To be continued...