It was March 30th in the first year of Jingping, and the weather was fine.
In the north of Yuanyang City, a group of more than a dozen knights were galloping on the official road.
Now the zombies around Yuanyang have basically been cleared away, so the journey is smooth.
The leader of this group of people was none other than Zhao Yanxun, accompanied by Zhang Meng, the front guard of the palace, and a group of guards he brought with him.
On both sides of the official road, there are fields that have been cultivated, and young people are taking care of them carefully at the moment.
Compared with last year, the arable land in Longyou has expanded seven to eight times, but the population increase is not too large.
In other words, if things go well, the food after the autumn harvest will not only be enough to supply the two northern counties of Longyou, but there will also be a lot more.
Next year, when the zombies of the Northland Army are reduced in large numbers, there will be a lot more farmland, and then there will be a shortage of manpower for farming.
Of course, these are relatively distant questions.
This time Zhao Yanxun came out of the city to go to the Martial Arts Hall's base outside the city.
Starting in January, the Jiangwu Hall opened a base outside the city, and now it has all moved outside the city.
Unlike the School of Political Science, which only requires reading and writing, the School of Military Affairs, in addition to courses on the art of war, also has courses on horseback riding, archery, military formations, running, etc., which cannot be used in the city at all.
Of course, the place where the school is located is only ten miles away from the city, so it is relatively closely connected with the city.
Speeding all the way, Zhao Yanxun and his party quickly arrived at the place.
Using a fence made of wood, the martial arts hall was surrounded by a length of 300 meters and a width of 300 meters.
The house inside occupies only one-tenth of the area, including stables, and the rest is a training ground.
In addition to a group of thousand-level officers, a new group of trainees have been recruited here, all selected from various guards, and the next group will be promoted soon.
At this moment, these new low-level officers recruited into the martial arts hall are learning the art of cavalry combat, and the sound of horse hooves is loud on the training ground.
Zhao Yanxun has always lacked cavalry generals. Now that the Forbidden Army cavalry generals have joined, he will naturally have to train more cavalry professionals.
In the reorganized Fifteen Guards Army, there were only four cavalry guards, which in Zhao Yanxun's opinion was not enough.
Walking outside the fence, Zhao Yanxun walked slowly.
Even though he was far away, he could clearly see what was going on in the school grounds with his extraordinary eyesight.
The person in charge of the training at the moment is Pang Guoxing, and the Longteng Right Guards he commanded before were cavalry.
Among the vacancies for the commander of the fifteen guards this time, Zhao Yanxun assigned him the commander of the cavalry guard, but it seems that there is no need to change it at the moment.
Continuing to walk around the fence, a group of more than a dozen of them soon arrived at the gate.
When they saw that it was Zhao Yanxun who came in person, the students on duty were so excited that they saluted and immediately reported it.
"There is no need to report it, the prince just came to take a look!" After saying this, Zhang Meng followed Zhao Yanxun alone.
The guards who came with him all stayed outside. After all, when there are more people, the target becomes bigger.
Today, Zhao Yanxun is wearing a straight gray robe, which makes him look less eye-catching.
In comparison, the tall and powerful Zhang Baihu easily becomes the center of attention wherever he goes, which greatly increases the possibility of Zhao Yanxun being exposed.
"My lord... why did you come here secretly? This is so boring!"
Hearing this, Zhao Yanxun couldn't help but ask: "What's boring? Is it because there's no one to compliment or flatter, that's why you find it boring?"
As a close minister of Zhao Yanxun, Zhang Meng would be approached by officials every time he went out with him.
Zhang Meng quickly lowered his head and replied: "Your Majesty... how dare I have such thoughts!"
Of course, Zhao Yanxun knew Zhang Meng's character, and what he said just now was just a joke.
Soon, they arrived outside a house where classes were being held.
Although there are "professors" sent by Longyou Dusi, the lowest level of students in the classroom is Qianhu, so strictly speaking teachers and students are discussing with each other.
"It's good to use sound and movement to attract monsters to one place and eliminate them. It's good to find a way... but the requirements for the brothers below are too high!"
"That's true. If it weren't for elite soldiers and strong generals, I might have gotten myself involved!"
Faced with these words, Yuan Guang, who was standing above, said: "So as the old saying goes, you need to be strong to make iron!"
When he said this, Yuan Guang glanced out the window inadvertently, and then he saw Zhao Yanxun.
This startled him, and his whole body began to breathe rapidly.
"Everyone stand up!"
The class was going smoothly, but Yuan Guang suddenly yelled like this, which stunned everyone present.
But in the past two months, the military regulations of Prince Yong's Mansion have been engraved into everyone's bones, so all the dozens of people in the room got up.
I saw Yuan Guang running out of the "classroom", then paying homage with great courtesy: "Kowtow to the prince!"
Only then did everyone understand, so they turned around and saw Zhao Yanxun through the window.
So everyone in the classroom paid homage, and Shan shouted: "Kowtow to the prince!"
Being discovered was also expected.
"No gift!"
After saying that, Zhao Yanxun stepped into the classroom.
The so-called classroom is really similar to the classroom of Zhao Yanxun's previous life. The teacher has a seat on the podium and the students also have seats below.
When Zhao Yanxun walked to his correct position and stood still, he looked at all the people standing below. He knew many of the people here.
For two months, these people not only trained here, but also participated in actual leadership of troops, so they reported to Zhao Yanxun.
"Your Majesty, please take a seat!" Yuan Guang very considerately brought the chair over.
Although he came alone and wore a simple robe, Zhao Yanxun could intimidate everyone present just by standing here.
What needs to be said is that these senior officers on the scene were all given two divine powers by Zhao Yanxun.
After seeing many miraculous things in the palace and experiencing the "divine power" infused into their bodies, everyone worshiped Zhao Yanxun as a god.
Zhao Yanxun casually sat down on the chair, crossed his legs and motioned for everyone present to sit down.
But in front of Zhao Yanxun, everyone sat down and stood still, obviously in awe to the extreme.
"sit!"
When Zhao Yanxun said this word, everyone at the scene sat down one after another, and they were all as embarrassed as children.
Looking at everyone, Zhao Yanxun said slowly: "I'm here today just for a casual look. You don't have to be nervous..."
Just as he said this, he heard a large number of footsteps outside, and it was another group of officers arriving.
There are more than 170 thousand-level officers, and they are divided into three "classes" to attend classes.
When they heard that Zhao Yanxun was coming, they couldn't take care of the natural science class, so they rushed over to see him.
After a group of people appeared, they worshiped the mountain outside the classroom and shouted: "Kowtow to the prince!"
At this time, there were more people outside the classroom than inside.
"No courtesy!" Zhao Yanxun said calmly.
When everyone outside stood up, Zhao Yanxun continued: "You guys are here, discussing and learning from each other, and you must have made a lot of progress!"
Everyone did not move at all, only quietly listening to the instructions.
"I also know that you all can't stay here alone, I'm afraid your bones are itching!"
Another meaning of this sentence actually indicates the thoughts of everyone present. They all want to lead the troops.
"Now I want to tell you that your good days will soon come to an end. The palace's 100,000 troops... are not just for decoration!"
At this time, anyone with a little bit of brains can understand what Zhao Yanxun's words mean.
Therefore, they have to listen more carefully.
Of course, Zhao Yanxun will not express anything explicitly at this time.
The people below wanted to hear about the personnel arrangements, but what Zhao Yanxun said next was about the direction of the army's next tasks.
To put it simply, it’s just one sentence: Enter the Pass from the east, rescue the people, and regain the lost territory.
Saving all people according to destiny is a very good moral banner.
