A large vermilion flag fluttered in the wind, with two eye-catching characters embroidered on the flag: Guangwu!
This is the battalion number of the newly formed army.
A total of 5,380 people stood on the school grounds.
They were all elites picked from prisoner of war camps.
To be selected among them, one must be an elite warrior, meet the age and physical requirements, and have sufficient force value. This is only the prerequisite, and one must also actively reform and truly change his past.
Finally, in this battle, they must have achieved military exploits, at least actively attack and have outstanding performance... The total conditions were added up, and more than 5,000 people were finally selected.
The remaining prisoners who performed extremely well on the battlefield, but whose physical condition is not good enough to be selected, can be discharged and returned to the field according to the treatment of soldiers.
Among the remaining people, their service was reduced from five years to three years and eight months, and in some cases to two and a half years... In fact, if you look closely, you will find that Zhu Jiajun is definitely not generous in terms of rewards...
First of all, those who had meritorious service such as Timur were placed with other forces, and most of the officials were restored to their posts and entrusted with important tasks. However, in the case of Zhu Jiajun, they were only given freedom and were not even allowed to continue to lead troops.
Furthermore, for ordinary soldiers, Zhu Jiajun did not do anything to make them become ordinary soldiers, and even incorporated them into the army.
Those who can be selected into the new army have gone through repeated selection. As for the others, they still have to continue hard labor and wait for the next batch to graduate before they can walk out of the prisoner of war camp.
It was this kind of seemingly stingy reward, but it made these prisoners-turned-soldiers burst into tears of gratitude, and some of them even cried.
Just the night before they officially enlisted in the army, Zhang Ximeng, Zhu Wenzheng, Guo Xing, and Tao An went to the military camp in person and granted land deeds one by one... To be precise, this is a land grant certificate. After the soldiers get it, they can return to their hometowns.
, the land that belongs to soldiers is twice that of ordinary people!
If your hometown is not under the rule of the Zhu Jiajun, you can wait until the battle is over before granting the land, or you can choose a new address under the rule of the Zhu Jiajun.
All in all, as long as you settle down, you will have a piece of land!
Judging from the current situation, you can get at least twenty acres, and if you choose a place with vast land and sparsely populated areas, you can get more.
A land grant certificate, a petition, a military salary, and two red cloth strips with names written on them were the gifts Zhang Ximeng prepared for them.
The land grant certificate is the foundation of their lives, the certificate represents their identity, and the military pay is their expenses. Tie the red cloth strips around your wrists and ankles, and you are an official soldier of the Zhu family army.
Even if he dies in battle and his body is incomplete, as long as the piece of cloth is found, his identity can be determined and the compensation he deserves will not be less.
Zhu Jiajun's reward may not be many, but he took out more than 5,000 at once, which is a terrifying number.
These prisoners-turned-soldiers were the ones who felt the most.
When they fought for the Yuan Ting Dog Emperor, they were not treated like this. They were called official soldiers, but many of them had their military pay deducted, were starved of food, and were scolded and beaten... no different from a dog.
The most important thing is that in the past, everyone fought for the Dog Emperor, but now they are not fighting for Wu Guogong, they are fighting for themselves!
A thin land grant certificate was placed close to his chest.
Some people have a good night's sleep, while others have a sleepless night.
But everyone's mood is the same.
Follow Zhu Jiajun, there is hope!
Today is the day when the army is officially formed. A flag is flying, and everyone has a bright red mandarin duck jacket on their body, exuding vigorous vitality.
Looking around, one can see a large area as bright red as blood and as powerful as a rainbow.
The soldiers hold their heads high and are full of murderous intent. No one will doubt their combat effectiveness. These are the real elite soldiers who have fought in hundreds of battles!
“It’s really a completely different person!”
When the captured Mongolian generals saw this scene, they were stunned and couldn't believe it. Are these the people they once led?
Back then, with the three-point momentum we have now, we wouldn’t have been defeated and captured!
"It's really different from Dayuan to Zhu Jiajun!" Xuexue sighed.
"Actually, from a slave to a master!" Ye Xian Timur said in a low voice. Everyone present lowered their heads and thought, their expressions gradually becoming solemn. It was indeed so!
The people are still the same people, but their essence is completely different.
Zhang Ximeng actually changed into a military uniform, which was very rare. Behind him, someone was holding Zhu Yuanzhang's sword. Zhang Ximeng stood on the high platform in front, scanning the audience.
Whether it was the selected soldiers in the middle or the captured soldiers witnessing around him, they were all silent, with pairs of eyes staring closely at the center, watching Zhang Ximeng.
Zhang Ximeng nodded slightly. At this time, Guo Xing hurriedly picked up the Guangwu military flag and delivered it to Zhang Ximeng.
This flag is full of weight, with a hardwood flagpole, a red flag surface, and golden embroidery that shines brightly.
Zhang Ximeng weighed it before raising the battle flag high.
"Commander Zhu Wenzheng... take the flag!"
"As you command!"
Zhu Wenzheng strode over, knelt down on one knee first, saluted the military flag, then stood up, lowered his head slightly, stretched out his hands, and Zhang Ximeng handed him the big flag.
"I grant you the battle flag and serve the country with loyalty and bravery! I swear to destroy the Huru and conquer the Central Plains!"
Zhu Wenzheng took the flag, turned around, faced all the soldiers, and waved the flag vigorously.
"Expel the Huru and restore China!"
"Expel the Huru and restore China!"
"Equally divide the land and help the people!"
"Equally divide the land and help the people!"
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He yelled over and over again, the sound was loud and the bullfight was filled with anger.
It stands to reason that among these people, there are actually many Mongolians and Semu people. It is somewhat inconsistent to shout this slogan... But in fact, everyone has long known that this Hulu does not refer to a simple person, but the kind of man who manipulates people.
An ugly rule that classifies people and treats them as slaves.
Since the Yuan Dynasty took over the Central Plains, they have been staking the land, treating the people as nothing, squeezing them at will, and killing them wantonly. The lives of the Han people are worse than those of cattle and horses. As a result, the sky collapsed and millions of red scarfs rose up to drive out the Hulu and restore the country.
China.
Under China, even the barbarians can live and work in peace and contentment.
The word "China" has long since transcended the narrow-minded people's changes, and has become a civilization, an order, and even an ideal state.
Chinese world, Datong world!
In this Chinese world, the most respectable people are not the gods and Buddhas in the sky, but the martyrs who shed their blood and sacrificed their lives.
The first thing to do when forming an army is to march towards a brand new temple led by commanders and trainers.
This temple commemorates the more than 1,300 soldiers who died in this battle.
In the wide open space, there is a newly carved stone tablet, which is densely packed with names of people.
The three characters Zhang Wengui are in the first place!
The temple is filled with smoke. Since it was built, people around it have been coming here from time to time, and there is an endless stream of people worshiping.
Everyone knows very well that when Tianwan's soldiers and horses came to kill them, the gods and Buddhas did not protect them. It was these prisoners who were even despised by them who stood up and protected Tongling and tens of thousands of people with their own lives.
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These people are our saviors!
Compared with ordinary people, the soldiers who officially came to worship had more profound feelings.
Every name on the stone tablet has spent time with them day and night, working together, laughing together, and as long as you close your eyes, you can still see their voices and smiles.
Just a month ago, they died in battle, and many of them didn't even have intact bodies.
How can you not be sad!
But these people found comfort in another form a month later.
They are engraved on stone tablets and will be remembered forever.
There is no shortage of the compensation that should be provided.
Right in front of these soldiers, there were dozens of wounded... They were their companions who had broken arms and thighs on the battlefield, had their bodies penetrated by weapons, and even had their intestines leaked out. After being rescued, they came back from the gate of hell.
Their luck was better, as they did not have their names on the stone tablet, but they could not continue to join the army. According to the regulations of the Zhu Family Army, they were regarded as meritorious and wounded soldiers, and could be relieved and returned to their fields.
In their hands, they also have a land grant certificate, and each of them also has three months of military pay. Whether they return to their hometown or settle nearby, it all depends on their wishes.
If they are unable to work, the local government will arrange labor. In short, their lives will be properly guaranteed.
"Brothers, let's go first. Serve the army well and don't be prisoners anymore!"
Hearing someone shouting, these soldiers wearing red mandarin duck jackets secretly swore, don't worry, this time is different, we would rather die than surrender!
Forming an army, conferring flags, and visiting temples have a great impact on the soldiers. From the inside out, they are transformed... Doesn't combat effectiveness come from being brave and fighting hard, not admitting defeat, not bowing down, and being invincible with courage?
I'm sorry, that's a street gangster who loves to fight and fight fiercely. Niu Er spent his life to prove the sharpness of a knife. What's the point?
Such people will never become a strong soldier.
The source of soldiers' combat effectiveness is a profound material foundation, a firm belief, and an unshakable will.
They share weal and woe with the Zhu Jiajun. Only with the presence of the Zhu Jiajun can their land grant certificates be valuable. Only with the presence of the Zhu Jiajun can the sacrificed brothers be commemorated. Otherwise, this ancestral hall will be demolished or replaced with a certain Bodhisattva.
At this moment, a letter from Hongdu was delivered to Zhang Ximeng.
Under the siege of Zhu's army, Hongdu guard Hu Tingrui surrendered, along with nearly 20,000 Tianwan soldiers.
The Zhu family army is commanding troops to send troops to Fuzhou and other places... Lao Zhu requested that Zhu Wenzheng be allowed to lead this new battalion and stationed in Hongdu to defend Tianwan.
Zhang Ximeng couldn't help being surprised when he received this letter. Zhu Yuanzhang had such a sharp eye!
Zhu Wenzheng's artillery battalion was once the main force in attacking Hongdu. He knew the power of these weapons best, and this new army had fought against Tian Wan and even defeated Zhang Dingbian.
With them here, heading towards Hongdu, you can naturally sit back and relax!
"I'm leaving again, but you can't miss the big show tonight." Zhang Ximeng smiled and said to Zhu Wenzheng: "They have been busy for several days, so they must watch it before leaving."
Zhu Wenzheng nodded vigorously, "I'm looking forward to it too!"