Jufu was originally a Sima of the army of Zhuti County, but now he was taken over by Feng Yong. Together with Zhang Yi, he was recommended by Feng Yong as the captain of Yuejun County to lead the soldiers of Yuejun County.
After reporting to Jincheng a few days ago, he was assigned to Feng Yong's name. Now he is staying in Fengzhuang like Zhang Yi. After Feng Yong's wedding, they will go to Yuejun together to take office.
The two of them had been standing in the crowd behind to watch the excitement. Now when they saw Feng Yong calling them, they quickly came out of the crowd and saluted together, "Chang Shi, may I ask what you have to say?"
Feng Yong smiled and said, "Let's go and meet the sergeant you will command in the future."
The two of them said excitedly, "No!"
Feng Yong was so happy that he thought the two of them were happy when they heard that his soldiers had arrived.
Unexpectedly, when he looked closer, he saw that the eyes of the two people had been looking at Zhao Yun, their eyes full of admiration.
I immediately felt a little unhappy. The soldiers I prepared for you thousands of miles away are no more attractive than an old man?
However, Feng Yong also knew that as one of the remaining Five Tigers, Mr. Zhao was indeed the idol in the hearts of many generals in the Han Dynasty.
At that moment, he had no choice but to sell a favor, "This is Old General Zhao, why don't you come forward quickly and pay your respects?"
Upon hearing this, the two of them looked at each other, their bodies trembling slightly with excitement, and they quickly stepped forward and bowed deeply to salute, "Yue Jundu Wei Jufu (Zhang Ni) has met General Zhao!"
Zhao Yun didn't pay much attention to the two of them at first, but after scanning Zhao Guang, Li Yi, Wang Xun and others, he seemed to remember something, and his eyes fell on Jufu Zhang Yi again, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.
"We are all in the military, so we don't need to be so polite."
As he spoke, he actually nodded to the two of them. This move made the two of them excited again.
The temporary camp of Nanxiang soldiers was arranged in a camp outside Jincheng. Before Feng Yong and his party approached, they saw guards standing at the gate of the camp from a distance.
Feng Yong gestured to Zhao Guang. Zhao Guang understood, walked forward and said to the guard, "Feng Changshi came to visit the camp."
After receiving the order, the guards saluted, but did not open the camp door. Only one person turned around and walked inside.
"What does this mean?"
Zhao Yun, who thought the guards would directly open the camp door, asked strangely.
"Oh, the rules of the soldiers in Nanxiang. The guards on the camp are related to the safety of the entire camp. No one is allowed to give orders to the guards at will. The guards on the camp can only accept the orders of their commanders and team leaders. That guard should be inside Reported."
"You can't either?"
Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise.
"No." Feng Yong shook his head, "Unless it's an emergency, if I want to give an order to the guards on duty at the gate of the camp, I have to go through their leader."
"Why?"
"Because if I give orders at will and beyond my level, the people below will imitate me, causing many orders within the army. This is not a good thing for the army."
"What if their team leader is not there?"
Zhao Yun looked like he would not give up until the end.
"It's impossible. I said that the camp guards are related to the security of the entire camp. During the guard duty, there must be someone from the commander-in-chief on duty. Otherwise, it would be dereliction of duty."
"What if it's dereliction of duty?"
"Disposal according to military law should be executed according to law."
Feng Yong said calmly.
Zhao Yun nodded, thinking that the military order was strict, and then asked another question.
"But if you say this, doesn't it mean that the captain has the chance to kill the soldiers below?"
I always feel that Mr. Zhao’s questions are a bit vicious.
Feng Yong glanced at Zhao Yun and had to answer, "No, as long as I teach them good and evil, and know honor and disgrace."
As he spoke, he pointed to the camp, sighed, and said, "Most of them came from miserable backgrounds and managed to have a stable life. Who would want to go back to the past unless they were forced to do so?"
"In Nanxiang, there are their parents and wives. As long as they understand that their courageous fighting is to let their parents and wives behind them live a good life, how can they cause trouble?"
Only by being literate and reading can we understand things better.
And literacy and reading can better cultivate excellent workers, soldiers, etc.
This is one of the reasons why Feng Yong desperately promoted literacy and reading in Nanxiang.
Coupled with vigorously promoting pan-Hanism, we can eliminate the differences between Han and Hu to the greatest extent, twist them into a rope, and push them in the same direction.
So why do material construction and spiritual construction need to be carried out with both hands?
When there are material guarantees and institutional guarantees, coupled with efforts to create an atmosphere of joy when hearing the battle, and when the soldiers below know why they are fighting, even if there are individual captains and commanders such as Qu Chang and others who want to
If he wants to cause chaos, who will listen to him?
I'm afraid that as soon as he made a riot, the soldiers below would kill him with a knife, and then take his head to collect the reward.
It's just that the things here cover too many areas. Feng Yong can't say more, and Zhao Yun doesn't have the chance to ask more questions.
Because the camp was finally opened at this time, Huang Chong came out with excitement and a group of Qu Chang ministers.
"Chong, I have met Chang Shi."
Minister Qu Chang and others shouted in unison, "I have seen Feng Junhou!"
Feng Yong was not polite, nodded, and took the lead to walk into the camp.
Standing on the troops-ordering platform of the camp, Feng Yong ordered, "Gather the troops."
Huang Chong immediately replied, "No!"
The music chiefs and ministers immediately scattered and ran away.
First there was a whistle, and then there were whistles from several places near and far. Except for the guards on duty at the camp who remained motionless, the camp suddenly became as noisy as boiling water.
Immediately afterwards, bursts of slogans and footsteps came closer and closer, gradually gathering towards the military point platform.
"Team A is here, Team B is here, fuck you! Who told Team C to stand here? Move over here..."
The sounds were messy and high-pitched, and the formation seemed messy, but it also implied formation. But as long as the leader stood still, the soldiers behind him would move like a snake.
After a while, after a brief sound of orders from the teams below, the entire military gathering ground began to fall silent, and in the end even the coughing disappeared.
A neat team stood below, everyone still.
It only took a very short time for the camp to go from boiling to solidification.
In this suddenly quiet camp, Huang Chong could only hear an order: "Stand up!"
"boom!"
All the soldiers stood upright.
Huang Chong turned around, saluted, and said loudly, "Please check with the Chief of History!"
Feng Yong returned the gift.
Huang Chong turned around again and shouted loudly to the soldiers, "Halt!"
The soldier's feet moved, and there was another bang.
Zhao Yun's expression gradually became serious: Although this small movement, it reflects the smoothness of this army like an arm and a finger.
This is just a camp temporarily arranged for this army. It is not a place where they usually practice. The drums for gathering have not even been hung up yet. With just a few whistles, they can gather together very quickly.
Not only that, but it can also list the neatest formations.
What's more important is that if he hadn't seen the mud on their bodies, Zhao Yun wouldn't have thought at all that this was a team that had traveled eighty miles a day for half a month and had just taken a breath.
Zhao Yun looked at Feng Yong, and was finally shocked: How did this boy train such a rare soldier in the world?
Unexpectedly, Feng Yong stood in front of the team, took two steps back and forth, and then suddenly shouted two words: "Trash!"
"boom!"
As soon as Feng Yong opened his mouth, the soldiers immediately tensed up their bodies.
"More than a thousand people set out from Nanxiang, and when we got here, only 600 people were left! Tell me if you are trash!"
Feng Yong yelled, "Look at you!"
With that said, Feng Yong walked up to the soldier, pointed at the soldier's feet, and asked, "Where are the leg guards?"
The soldier who was named suddenly turned red, but he did not dare to lower his head. He could only stand there with his head raised and his teeth gritted, his eye circles quickly turning red.
"Chang Shi...the leggings were lost..."
The soldier shouted the first three words loudly, but the last few words were as low as a mosquito.
Feng Yong bent down and lifted up the soldier's trouser legs, and saw that the soldier's legs were shaking slightly. Feng Yong knew that it was because his legs were sore and painful that he was shaking so unconsciously.
"Look how many of you have lost your leggings!"
Feng Yong pointed to everyone's feet again, "When traveling a long way, you must wear leggings. This is a military order! If you can even throw away the leggings, what else can you expect? You have lost all face!"
Curses poured out of Feng Tubao's mouth, and he pointed at the soldiers while foaming at the mouth.
However, the soldiers still followed his example, and many of them had a look of shame on their faces.
Zhao Yun, the general of Han Zhendong, was stunned for a moment.
What a rare soldier these are, and you actually call them a bunch of incompetent guys?