The Soldier of the Red Mansion

Chapter 58 Unfair

It only takes two or three quarters of an hour.

Arrived at camp.

Compared to a few days ago, it is now really presentable.

There were still soldiers at the entrance of the camp, and they let people in only after confirming that everything was normal. After entering the camp, Zhang Can found a lot of silk fabrics and several women. Wang Xin was talking to the women.

"Cut according to these drawings and sew the flags as quickly as possible."

Wang Xin is explaining.

"General Zhang Qian is here."

Someone reminded me.

After Wang Xin finished making the arrangements, he turned around and looked at Zhang Can.

"How did you come."

Zhang Can asked curiously, "What is this for?"

“Sewing a flag.”

"You don't need so many flags." Zhang Can said with a smile: "You are just talking about it on paper. You only look at the words but don't understand the meaning."

Inexplicable.

Wang Xin glanced at Zhang Can.

Zhang Can explained magnanimously, "It used to be popular in the military to use flags to scare people, but that's no longer the case these days. It doesn't work, so we have to rely on real weapons. Leaving behind a few flags will be enough."

Wang Xin was speechless.

Do you believe Zhang Can or Qi Jiguang?
Of course I believe Qi Jiguang.

This is the shortsightedness of the servant system.

In small-scale battles, the retainer army is quite good and can often achieve victory by surprise. This is because they rely on elite soldiers to attack large areas with a single point, so they do not attach importance to flags, because most of the soldiers are cannon fodder and only need to follow the charge.

It also has roots.

Zhang Can is a nice guy and I am willing to teach him.

"During the Qin and Han dynasties, there was a focus on generals, and there was no strict distinction between civil and military officials. Children of aristocratic families often had both civil and military talents, but times have changed."

"Not only can we not reduce the number of flags, we also need to train more excellent squad leaders, captains, and sentry officers. These officers will be the foundation for victory. Every sentry, and even every team, must have a flag."

"I am the general. My orders will be transmitted to every post and every unit. The entire army will be under my control as if it were one."

"When a whole body hits a part of you, it's like your arm, no matter how strong it is, can't withstand the force of my entire body pressing down on you."

Wang Xin talks about the final war concept of cold weapons.

The same principle applies to how the Mandarin Duck Formation composed of militiamen was able to defeat the Wokou pirates composed of elite Japanese samurai.

Qi Jiguang was the most opposed to the household servant system.

Qi Jiguang's nephew, who was also the military training general he relied on the most, was expelled from the army and sent back to his hometown by Qi Jiguang because he adopted the household servant system.

After Qi Jiguang's death.

His persistence did not survive.

The household servant system still became the mainstream, represented by Li Chengliang of Liaodong. The shortcomings of the household servant system were clearly seen by one of Li Chengliang's subordinates.

later.

The retainer system immediately became ineffective when faced with large-scale military operations.

Every battle is lost.

Hundreds of thousands of field soldiers were wiped out.

Lost the world.

Even if it were not because of Qi Jiguang, facts have proved that Wang Xin was also clear about what direction he should take. He was not afraid of others learning from him, but was afraid that others would not learn from him. If they wanted to learn, they had to learn everything. If they only learned the basics, they would end up becoming a hodgepodge, which would be even worse.

If everyone behaves well.

Peace in the world.

Otherwise, you will work too hard and your life will be affected.

Zhang Can didn't take it seriously at first.

He is a man of few words and not very reliable in his work. How can he come up with any earth-shattering theories? But he is a commander after all, and he listens patiently and corrects him if he says anything. If he listens, he will be taught well. If he doesn't listen, so be it. He has done his best.

I won't be able to blame myself later.

then.

The more Zhang Can listened, the more horrified he became, and the long beard on his face was almost rubbed off.

"Can it really be done?"

"Why can't it be done?"

Wang Xin looked confident.

Zhang Can couldn't help swallowing.

This guy.

It can't really be done, right?

original.

I was worried that he would lose miserably.

just now.

Why do I feel so cold inside? I really hope this guy is just bragging.

Half a day passed.

"You won't go back yet?"

Wang Xin was puzzled.

This guy Zhang Can followed me for half a day and even followed me to the toilet. What's wrong with him?

"Not urgent."

Zhang Can spent the entire afternoon studying. The more he looked, the less he wanted to go back. He explained, "The next two days are for a break. I'll stay and help you check it out."

Done.

Zhang Can's face turned red again.

But it doesn’t matter, you can’t see it because of your dark face.

Wang Xin didn't care.

If he wants to see it, let him see it.

After learning this, can you learn to unify your thoughts?
If you don't understand the reasons, don't have your own guidance, don't help select talents, and rashly learn from yourself, you are really courting death.

The spread of the servant system.

It is because in the harsh environment, mediocre officials have no intention of changing and inevitably choose to be idle and do nothing.

Any choice should be adapted to local conditions rather than blindly imitated.

So I am not worried about Zhang Canxue.

If Zhang Can is a good general with a conscience, I am willing to help him check.

"Bah, bah, bah."

"Hoo-hoo!"

The dusk is falling,

There were a few specks of oil floating in the wooden barrels brought by the cooks. The young and strong men who had been training for half a day gobbled it up voraciously. Not only were they given enough rice, but also minced meat. The strong men swept it all up.

In contrast.

Hundreds of elderly and weak people in another place were holding bean flour and wild vegetable cakes in their hands. They were hard and difficult to swallow. Even so, there was only one cake per person, let alone filling their stomachs. They had not even had a meal in the morning.

While complaining, his face was full of numbness.

Anyone who is capable, anyone who is not afraid of being beheaded, and anyone who dares to take risks would have run away long ago.

The new assistant general never cared about them.

Treat them like animals.

Everyone cursed in private.

Zheng Ang didn't know that others were scolding him, and he wouldn't care even if he knew.

A wolf travels a thousand miles to eat meat, and a dog travels a thousand miles to eat shit.

What you need in war is ruthless people.

On the battlefield, the old and weak cannot be relied upon. Their greatest use is to help the elite consume the enemy's arrows and wave flags and shout to boost morale. In this case, it is enough for them not to starve to death.

I can't blame myself.

This is the atmosphere in the army. The supplies distributed are limited, so of course the elite troops have to use them first.

"Today's training was good. Next time you practice formation, you must keep up the momentum from today. I've always been strict with my training. As long as you listen to me and work hard, I will never treat you unfairly."

Zheng Ang spoke loudly.

The surrounding soldiers, having eaten their fill, echoed the sentiment.

Zheng Ang was very satisfied.

at this time.

Yan Zhongzheng is here.

Zheng Ang stepped forward and said unhappily, "You're peeking again."

Yan Zhongzheng looked serious.

"Did you hear that?"

"What did you hear?"

"Wang Dusi."

"What's up with him?"

Zheng Ang was confused.

Yan Zhongzheng explained it carefully.

Zheng Ang was shocked.

"This is not fair!"

Yan Zhongzheng said helplessly: "Otherwise, he is still a Dusi at such a young age. Do you know who he relies on in the southeast?"

"Who is it again?"

"Salt Inspector Lin Ruhai."

Zheng Ang didn't know Lin Ruhai, but he understood the meaning of the four words "Inspector of Salt".

The purse of the Great Zhou.

"Even if I have more connections, what's the point?" Zheng Ang said coldly, unconvinced. "This military training is of great importance. Everyone is watching, and no one can fake it. Military training is a family skill. None of the so-called military manuals on the market teach how to train soldiers."

"There's no such thing as money producing elite soldiers." Yan Zhongzheng agreed, but then reminded, "But this person has such deep connections, we need to keep a close eye on him."

Zheng Ang suddenly realized and said, "Are you worried that he might be playing dirty tricks?"

"Who knows."

Hear the words.

Zheng Ang felt a little unhappy.

Although he knew Yan Zhongzheng's little plan and was trying to encourage him, he was still unwilling to accept it and would definitely keep an eye on Prince Xin's commander.

Zheng Ang raised his eyebrows.

If you have the ability, do it openly and honestly.

Just train the troops, why play tricks?

(End of this chapter)