Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 38 Brainwashing
Currently, Zhu Yixi only has three cards in his hand.

The General Medical Department is responsible for buying people's hearts, the Plague Camp gathers troops to relieve Sun Chuanting's worries and troubles, and the last Craftsman Camp is to strengthen the soldiers.

And the one hundred orphan army in his hand is unusable now, and it will take a few years to do it, so it is not bad as a personal soldier.

The most important thing is the two thousand "" epidemic prevention soldiers.

Most of them are obedient and honest. The key is that they have learned about military flags, military drums, etc. after half a year of training, and they have learned to obey.

"However, 2000 people is a little less."

When Zhu Yixi thought of the one hundred thousand Qin army, the hundreds of thousands of intruders, and the Jiannu outside the pass, he couldn't help but tremble with fear.

"No, you have to select the backbone and train them. If you spread them out like this, they will become an army."

Unlike the family system of the Ming Dynasty and Li Zicheng's old battalion, Zhu Yixi felt that it was not possible to hold on to all the elites, but to release some of them to train junior officers.

An elite team, plus a large number of low-level soldiers, is not invincible. For cavalry like the Eight Banners, in the stalemate stage, they will be coerced by those weak soldiers, and they will flee when they are undefeated.

After all, war is holistic, and the test is the shortcomings of both sides.

For the current Zhu Yixi, only this method is more suitable, and the army can be expanded at any time.

Thinking like this, he came to the plague camp.

And in the nearby upstream, an army is constantly conducting queue training.

As the saying goes, the most important thing in the army is obedience, and queue training is to engrave the word obedience into the bones.

"One two one, one two one..." 2000 people, running around the school grounds, neatly, with loud slogans, looked decent.

And on the side, a big man was yelling and yelling at those sticks, which reminded Zhu Yixi of his instructor in college.

As the training officer of the Orphan Army, Zhu Meng was transferred to the epidemic prevention camp and served as the coach again.

From the current point of view, it is very qualified.

As soon as he saw Zhu Yixi coming, he ran over in a hurry and said out of breath:

"Sovereign, you are here."

"Why, the progress is so fast, big head, you did a good job!"

Zhu Yixi praised.

"Hey!" Zhu Meng scratched his head and said with a smile, "I picked 20 people from the Orphan Army, and each person is in charge of a team, and I will pick the overall responsibility."

"Not bad, there is progress!"

Zhu Yixi nodded, looking at the soldiers running against the sun, said softly:
"The queues, the runs, that went on for another month, and it was about the same."

"I think so too!" Zhu Meng nodded and said:

"Although these soldiers are not as clever as the Orphan Army, they are very obedient and get used to it in a few days. They are provided with delicious food and drink, and they don't want to leave."

"What about the plague camp?" Zhu Yixi remembered it now, and hurriedly said, "It cannot be ignored."

"It's okay, the fences are all surrounded, only one exit is left, and a trench has been built. The dozens of orphans are enough."

Zhu Meng laughed.

That's right, it's hard for a group of sick people to escape.

Zhu Yixi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Queue in the morning, run, and change things in the afternoon."

"Sovereign, they don't have much strength. After eating oil and water for more than ten days, they can train for a whole morning, which is not bad."

Zhu Meng said anxiously.

"There is more to support. I'm not talking about training."

Zhu Yixi shook his head, looking down at these rather thin soldiers, with a helpless tone.

Before a large number of refugees went south, why didn't he choose some to serve as soldiers?
In addition to being afraid of the plague, these refugees are really useless.

The refugees couldn't hold their stomachs, and they traveled long distances southward, expending a lot of energy and blood. They looked quite strong, but they were already short-lived, and their lifespan was also greatly reduced.

If it is said that this group of soldiers only needs to be raised for one or two months, then the refugees will not be able to recover their essence and blood at all within two or three years.

Can he wait two or three years now?Being able to help Sun Chuanting rescue the victims is already considered pretty good.

Therefore, even if there was a shortage of soldiers, Sun Chuanting only appeased the victims and asked them to farm and build the city, and did not dare to recruit soldiers.

The same is true for other bandits and thieves, who are often starved of food and are already unbearable.

And the group of soldiers in front of them had been eating and drinking for more than half a year, but their stomachs were short of oil and water, and they could grow stronger by eating more meat.

Zhu Yixi still took advantage.

"From now on, every afternoon, I will take some time to tell some stories and teach them how to read and write."

As he said that, Zhu Yixi turned his head and asked, "You seem to have studied Buddhism for five or six years, and you can teach it too."

"I can't!" Zhu Meng shook his head and quickly refused, "I almost forgot about it a long time ago, and I only know a few hundred words."

"never mind!"

Zhu Yixi waved his hand: "I'll let the big one come, he's the accountant, he must be literate."

In a blink of an eye, it was noon.

The army usually has two meals, thanks to the thousand stones of grain bought from the Prince Qin's Mansion, there is still no shortage of food, so it is increased to three meals.

Even Sun Chuanting believed that soldiers should not be fed too much, and that they would only be full when they went out for battle.

Pickles, wild vegetables, and egg soup, these three dishes, plus yellow and black steamed buns, are enough to make the soldiers eat with gusto.

"One meat for three days!" Zhu Meng hurriedly brought the food, and said, "Usually pork and chicken are bought from the hands of the common people."

"Ok!"

Looking at the food, Zhu Yixi also started to eat, and finished it in a short while.

It's just that he always feels that something is wrong.

Looking at the dry cooking, he immediately remembered that there was no oil in it.

Oil and water, oil and water, vegetable oil is also oil!
Wouldn't it be possible to extract oil by buying some soybeans?

So he laughed even more.

After eating soybean oil, the consumption of wheat is less, which can save a lot of food.

In the afternoon, Zhu Yixi asked people to sit down and immediately established the image of a soldier.

He took the stage:

"Who am I, do you know?"

"President Zhu—" "Carpenter Zhu!" "Inspector Zhu!"

"That's right!" Zhu Yixi nodded, but said loudly:
"But from today onwards, I hope you will call me Inspector Zhu. You are not allowed to speak out about things in the barracks, food, or drills. Do you hear me? If you say it, it will be gone in the future."

"Yes—" Everyone was reluctant to give up such good treatment, and responded loudly.

"Today, I will tell you a story called Yue Fei's tattoo—"

"Okay—" Upon hearing that it was telling a story, everyone cheered immediately. Isn't this a storyteller?Storytellers in the city still have to ask for money!

Immediately, Zhu Yixi eloquently explained Yue Fei's thought of serving the country with loyalty and loyalty.

Everyone was fascinated, and they had a thorough understanding of Yue Fei's spirit.

After finishing speaking, Zhu Yixi asked with a smile: "Does anyone know why Yue Fei wanted to resist gold?"

Everyone was at a loss, and they all knew that they should fight against the gold, but Sun didn't know why to fight against the gold, he knew why, but he didn't know why.

Zhu Yixi didn't expect these big soldiers to know, he asked himself and answered:
"Because he doesn't want his family and children to be subjugated slaves and be oppressed by the Jin people."

(If you don’t want to be bullied by Master Guan and Qiu Ba, it’s the same)
"I don't even want my relatives to shave their hair and wear it easily. Their long hair is braided and ugly."

(It's good to be alive...)
"I don't even want to wait for someone now, and be bullied and humiliated by the golden man at will."

(What is an inferior?)

"Do you know the three rates? That's because the slavery was deducted and the people took away my land. The court had to increase taxes. Therefore, the three rates are because of the slavery. Otherwise, many families would not be ruined—"

(It turned out that the imperial court levied taxes, all because of Jiannu, my copper coins, damn Jiannu——)
"Down with Jiannu, kill Jiannu—"

Now, everyone became indignant and clamored to overthrow Jiannu.

The pain of the three bills is really deep for him.

Zhu Yixi nodded in satisfaction, the brainwashing was half successful, and she had to make persistent efforts.

(End of this chapter)