The villagers of Zhao County have been watching until now, watching helplessly as the law enforcer who was majestic and majestic a moment ago turned into another bruised and punished victim in the blink of an eye. They were naturally shocked and confused, and they couldn't even think about it for a moment.
Outsiders are like this, let alone the heavenly army.
These five thousand people have all followed Wang Zheng since the uprising. Almost everyone knows that Wu Sheng has a close relationship with Wang Zheng. He is a close confidant that no one else can replace. He is also in charge of the most elite Tianzhu camp, among the Tianjun.
, basically a status below one person.
Among them, people in Wujiacun reacted the most strongly.
Wu Zhuang, for example, looked at Wang Zheng in disbelief, as if he didn't expect that he would treat Wu Sheng like this.
That is the only child of his old Wu family, the son of his Wuzhuang...
But he is also your close friend, General Tiangong.
What makes Wu Zhuang even more angry is that his son Wu Sheng is now an officer, but he is beaten with a stick in public, and he is still his own soldier.
This is simply humiliating!
Is it just a fight? Why bother?
But when I thought of Wang Zheng's status at this time, all the anger in my heart suddenly disappeared. I felt a chill in my heart, and I could only dare to curse secretly.
As for the other people in Wujia Village, they also lowered their heads with guilty conscience.
During these days, although they had not committed any serious violations of discipline, due to their hometown relationship with General Tiangong, they could not help but be arrogant and domineering every day in the army.
Seeing Wu Sheng's end, they were greatly frightened, fearing that Wang Zheng would also cause trouble for them.
"I didn't expect that after the descendants of the Wang family became generals, they would not miss their old friendship so much!"
With everyone's thoughts mixed, the fifty army batons have been beaten.
At this time, Wu Sheng's face had turned pale, and he was covered in cold sweat. His hair and temples were all wet, and he was obviously in extreme pain.
However, with the support of two soldiers, he limped back to the high platform while touching his buttocks.
From beginning to end, Wang Zheng never looked at him.
Wu Sheng and Xu Fang had been notified in advance, so he naturally had to act cool and ruthless at this time.
There are actually quite a lot of flaws in this plan of suffering according to common sense.
As one of the only six senior officers in the Heavenly Army and the commander of the Tianzhu Battalion, Wu Sheng was fine with beating him, but he completely ignored the occasion and carried out the execution in public...
As Wu Zhuang felt, it was already a humiliation.
Although this move enforced military discipline, it also caused Wu Sheng to lose face. Especially the executioner specially arranged his men, which damaged his dignity even more.
If there are other teams, how will the superiors handle themselves, let alone lead their subordinates?
It's just that the existing system exists, and Wang Zheng's control over both Wu Sheng and Tianzhu Camp has reached a level that others can't understand, but there is no danger.
Of course, after he considered it, he realized that this move had a dual purpose.
For one thing, the more special Wu Sheng’s identity is, the better the effect will be.
Even with his status and status, he must be punished like this for violating military discipline. Others will naturally know the consequences of violating military discipline.
Only when you fully and clearly understand the seriousness of the consequences can you remember it deeply in your heart and dare not commit a minor crime.
Secondly, Wang Zheng did intend to punish Wu Sheng through this.
He understood Wu Sheng's personality. A little pain might be insignificant, but a big loss of face would be extremely uncomfortable.
Seeing Wu Sheng coming up to salute, Wang Zheng nodded, but secretly sighed in his heart.
"I hope he can also remember this lesson."
After the demonstration, it was natural to show mercy.
Even though the pain was unbearable and his legs were weak, Wu Sheng still managed to cheer himself up and continue the task assigned by Wang Zheng.
He wiped his sweat, stepped forward and shouted again, but his voice was hoarse:
"Liao Yu from the Tianzhu camp went out and killed two officers and soldiers when they captured the west city gate. He performed well and was rewarded with a pair of armor, a set of long and short weapons, a piece of cloth, and three husks of rice."
"Tiangang Army First Division...reward..."
"Tianfu Army First Division...reward..."
As Wu Sheng named the names one by one, the soldiers who performed well in the battle to capture Zhao County came out one after another.
Nearly a hundred people gathered in the middle, enjoying the envy of colleagues, relatives and friends, and everyone's gaze.
At this moment, the focus shifted from the royal coup to them.
Then Wang Zheng also walked off the stage in person, with a gentle smile on his face.
He wanted to personally commend these soldiers who had made meritorious service,
He walked towards the first soldier, who immediately bent over in fear.
"Stand up!"
Wang Zheng stretched out his right hand with a smile, leaned forward slightly, and said solemnly.
The soldier instinctively straightened his body and immediately stretched out his hand.
Feeling that the other party's palms were covered with sweat, Wang Zheng smiled and handed over various rewards such as armor and weapons nonchalantly.
Next, is the second, third...
Until all the rewards were distributed, Wang Zheng looked at the nearly a hundred people opposite. They were neatly lined up in three rows, and everyone looked happy.
Wang Zheng's smile suddenly faded and his expression was solemn.
He looked solemnly at the group of people, straightened his body, made a fist with his right hand, and hit his left chest.
boom!
This is the chest-beating ceremony, which is the evolution of the ancient military salute of beating armor and shields in later generations.
Now it appears thousands of years earlier.
The soldiers on the opposite side were stunned.
The other heavenly soldiers who were whispering were also stunned.
The villagers of Zhao County who were watching were also stunned.
Everyone's eyes were filled with surprise and confusion. They didn't know what this action meant.
Time passes minute by minute.
Wang Zheng always maintained this posture, with serious eyes and solemn expression.
Under the influence of 25 points of charming empathy, Mo Ming's emotions derive and flow in silence.
Slowly spread to everyone's heart.
More and more people suddenly understood this strange action.
Respect, trust and tribute...
This is the first impression it gives to everyone who sees it for the first time.
The award-winning soldiers who faced this kind of emotion were most affected by it, and many of them became overwhelmed...
This kind of vague emotion makes them a little scared and dare not face it, but it also has a vague warmth that makes people want to have it.
finally.
A fist was raised timidly from the crowd, and a soldier clumsily imitated Wang Zheng's movements and made the same salute.
Slowly, more and more fists stretched out and hit his chest.
Countless soft and heavy banging sounds could be heard.
"salute!"
Then Wang Zheng shouted loudly.
Countless strange modern breast-beating rituals appeared in the late Eastern Han Dynasty.
When seeing this scene, all the bystanders suddenly felt a desire.
They had also longed for those soldiers to be rewarded with cloth and rice before.
But this time the desire is countless times stronger than the last time.
Wang Zheng looked back, with a smile as warm as the sun. He looked at the admiration on the faces of countless people in the audience, the look in their eyes, and he knew it in his heart.
He knew that the army under his command had another thing that was as valuable as self-confidence.
In this era, no one cares about it yet.
It is the pursuit of the highest glory and the most brilliant and shining emotion.