In the morning light, the dozen or so people wet with dew on the wooden pole have become extremely stiff. In the face of many newcomers who are not sleeping and are constantly yawning, their trembling eyes and expressions continue to hang and sway in the wind, which also makes them move under various commands, obviously making them more vigorously.

Some people who were injured by trampling and trampling because of night fear were piled up next to them and moaned softly, like a background and set-up.

Well, a potential hidden danger disappeared like this. I couldn't help but sigh softly, and there was still some illusion that was not real enough. The rules of this man were rough and simple. He ran away at night and disrupted the military camp, and he was dying no matter what. As for why they "escape" into my tent to hurt people, not many people should care about it.

The firemen who got up early were already making rice, and the steamed smoke began to permeate the camp.

Only the leader has a bowl of hot soup porridge to get up early, while the soldiers only have black dumplings of wild vegetables and sand that are as big as sand, and they can only get it after the sun is over.

The veteran I was familiar with was biting a strip of dried meat and inspecting the newcomers' behavior, with a look of helplessness.

These former refugees formed a pole team, just by being called to find their own team members, had tossed for nearly half an hour.

I couldn't help but remind me of the military training in later generations. Those college students and other groups quickly formed by week-based group formations and various exercises, but they started queuing up in kindergartens to cross the road, and developed order and obedience.

Compared to these refugees who are terrible in their movements and direction, there is nothing to compare with. However, it is too difficult to rely on these mud legs facing the loess and backs facing the sky for almost a lifetime.

Thinking of this, I was holding the Book and listening to their points, and I couldn't help but feel a certain emotion on the corner of my mouth.

"Master, are you interested in the practice of the craftsmen?"

Lao Jun suddenly spoke, and he seemed to have observed me from the corner of his eyes.

"Learn a little, understand a little..."

I rubbed my stomach that was so protesting, and yawned.

"It's mainly because I've heard someone say it a little bit..."

"I heard that the children of foreign vassals were mostly archery and horses, and they were less involved in the army to train the troops in order to prepare for the wilderness..."

He continued to test

"To be honest, I really can't remember many things in the past..."

I thought about it and said carefully

"But I remember some rewards, punishments and incentives..."

"oh.."

"Also, would you let them urinate everywhere?"

I was encouraged and continued to walk towards the messy yellow and white traces all over the ground. The crowd stood on it carelessly, stepping on the mess, and being sun-drenched in a crazy smell.

"Aren't you afraid of the epidemic?"

"oh."

He then turned serious,

"If I don't mind, I have some simple means of dealing with it."

"You can call me Deng Fang or Deng Juntou."

The veteran interrupted me by letting go of his expression.

"Let me tell you..."

This veteran named Deng Fang is said to be a village party from Jiang'an and a former official army who was sent back. However, although he is not the leader and does not lead the team, he has considerable prestige among this hastily formed manuscript.

The idea I gave him, to put it bluntly, is the common end-of-place elimination system, but the reward and punishment method has become the share of food rationing.

According to dozens of fires, the best performing fire can get half of the worst performing fire. In addition, the worst performing fire is also responsible for cleaning up the dirt and garbage in the camp. Under the biggest real threat of hunger, everything else can naturally be overcome.

In the camp for the next few days

The chaotic exercise continued. Those front refugees who could not distinguish between front and back, left and right would almost look around with wooden poles, or hesitate and stupidly stare in the spot, or turn the wrong direction quickly, and get entangled with others, and then evolve into a series of fighting and shouting and scolding, but at least the depressed aura of walking corpse has slowly faded away from them.

Obviously, the last-place elimination system using food as a means of reward and punishment is slowly taking effect.

So I was summoned by the leader again. He held a big bowl and sucked the soup wildly, waved his hands without saying a kiss.

"Cao Duzi...you can get out of the sentry..."

"Military post money and grain accounts** are delivered to you. Just ask Lao Deng for whatever you need."

"How can it be considered transcendent..."

A short, dumb guy was relieved to hear this sentence, and threw everything away.

"I want it, my hand has been shaking and swollen these days."

"It's better to look back and find those brothers to play with you..."

Therefore, there are further conveniences and treatments, such as selecting some daily necessities and other items in the name of checking the few armed supplies.

Then, a few team training ideas were just a little bit, such as using a rope to prompt them to the direction, and those who touched the line would be beaten; the distribution and calculation methods of food, fodder and baggage were improved and simplified to solve the problem of poor storage and artificial waste. It is said that the daily consumption of more than ten buckets and liters can be saved every day; and the configuration of personnel labor was optimized so that various daily activities could be carried out more lastingly.

Of course, all this has nothing to do with the daily elements and quotas of the leaders. If you return to the house, you will know the basic truth. For a little bit of a foundation, newcomers who have no foundation rashly challenge the vested interests in the system for a limited desire for performance, will be a mess.

For this reason, Jiang An specially asked me to ask, then patted his shoulder and sweared, "If I did a good job, the wealth that the rebels pursued this time would naturally be my part." In the end, I personally rewarded a whole piece of old sheepskin that could be worn on the meadow."

So among this group of people, I was slightly more respectful to pick two helpers from Ding Shuzhong to do odd jobs and get the qualification to start a team with the leaders.

In this way, I gained the first small privilege and responsibility in this group. In order to get rid of heavy chores and chores, I can eat earlier than others without having to scrape the leftovers of the pot. Therefore, among the newly recruited people, there are still many willing to become my gang members. In this way, most of the work that requires hard work, I just need to move my mouth and get some meager thanks.

However, does this mean to me? I still have to leave when I have the chance, because besides those women, I feel that there is no unfinished thing in Luoyang that attracts me to go.

After slow recruitment and elimination, after I roughly recorded the materials in the account book, as the gradually increasing number of people, was consumed in hundreds of digits, and finally decided to set off and rush to the next destination.

As the bookkeeper of this little rebel army, I don’t have to be responsible for too many things, but it’s quite trivial. However, when I have time, I will come to those leaders and play a crowd who likes to watch the fun. After a while, they are not used to it and habitually ignore it. I am a so-called existence.

Therefore, I gradually learned about some of the situation of this rebel army. For example, although Jiang'an was a local rich family, he went to sea with his father in his early years to do business. He did not return home until recently. He didn't spend money and recruit such a righteous soldier. It is said that he has experienced many experiences.

The monkey-like boy beside Jiang An was named Wang Foer, who gave birth to a son from Jiang An's family. Although he was young and had the ability to hunt in the mountains and forests, he was also part-time job as the first move of his army and one of the whistle-seeking.

The short-skinned man in charge of Zibo grain was Cao Duzi, who was the young man from Jiang'an and was the companion of the horse. The other dozen leaders were either subordinates, clans, or subordinates, and were considered a small group with local characteristics.

In this last century, there are many so-called forces that disrupt the world and gather to plunder. Those who have no food to rise up can be called mobs; those who have fallen into grass and plunder and plunder and eat in the land can only be considered bandits or bandits; those who have separating the land with Wubao can only be considered semi-black and unwhite tyrants;

For those who are arrogant, in the world, those who dare to slap the imperial court and call themselves the kingly will be called traitors, while those who come from overseas will be called rebels.

For those noble figures in the court, as a rebellious party that forced the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty to hunt north and teach in the west several times, with overseas vassals as the background, it is more hateful and dangerous than those short-sighted thieves or bandits who are unstoppable.

At the cost of giving up part of the rule and the big ones, the military towns were placed in the army to defend themselves with alliances. It has developed to this day as self-reliance. In the name of the only remaining court, the court used the title of officials and titles to restrain and coordinate. The disputes and contradictions between the towns were jointly confronted by the so-called overseas unrest, which originated from the various paths of Lingnan.

Of course, because of the vassal of the vassals, these overseas unrest parties were divided into more than a dozen groups and factions, and their demands and propositions in the dynasty were slightly different.

So we gave these local armed forces that were swirling day and night, temporary space for self-staying and activeness. The circulation of these identities is not static, but also full of various abilities and variables.

For example, some rural corps training, which occasionally had excellent performance or other aspects, was noticed by the military commanders and became state-level soldiers who ate official food, or a certain thief was recruited to raise a butcher knife to his comrades because of the fierce dangers, or even the leader was whitewashed, and they had great opportunities to support the important matters of fighting the thieves and consolidation, and then accumulated merits to establish the government and build teeth, and led the village party to the power and fortune of one side.

Some of the official troops in the main organization were unlucky and were defeated and disbanded during the attack, becoming bandits who robbed their families, or some local defenders who were not good at food and food, and were corrupt and harsh, and were also ruthless.

The so-called troubled times are like a furnace, which has swallowed up too many ambitionists and the dream of dying before they succeed.

The rebel army, which did not even have the banner of unification, was recruited by the leader, Jiang An and the wealthy villagers, who broke their families and houses. In this Qingzhou area, there were not even the towns and villages where they were stationed. They could only camp in the wilderness and recruit people to supplement them.

The purpose is to promote the wealth of the government troops in the shore, which is also a common way out for local armed forces.

But overall, this small rebel army is only one or two battalions. According to my memory, according to the laws of the court, a whole battalion that follows the system of the government must have at least 800 to 1,200 posts, including swords, guns, spears, bows, crossbows, and even mails, horses, chariots, regiments, and supplies. They must be fully equipped to be considered one.

But after years of this turbulent time, in this turbulent autumn, the ordinary army, guarding and capturing a battalion, could have three or four hundred soldiers to fight, which could be considered a complete military equipment. As for the remaining gap, it was filled with cannon fodder called "Driving Follow". In any case, as long as there are cities, villages and towns in this hinterland, it would be as much as possible to supplement it.

This small-scale rebel army is no exception.

Among the more than a thousand people, the ones who can really come out to fight were from local tyrants. The leader, Jiang An, and the village party and the 180th village party members and friends. Although the weapons are quite complicated, they have some leather hoods or jackets to protect themselves, and they are healthier and nutritious. There are also more than a dozen horses and mules that serve as patrols and guards, which are called "soldiers".

The rest were all the heads that were drawn to make up for the numbers in my hometown. When I really arrived in front of the formation, I could stand together in a mess with wooden rafts and weapons, and not immediately escape without running away with my legs. Even the trained soldiers only accounted for 30%. They were short sickles, hatchets, hand axes, and other main equipment, as well as a considerable proportion of farm tools such as rakes.

The only decent one is a bow team composed of dozens of Orion Mountaineering people, but the length and style are not uniform. These people are collectively called "tips", and are led by a dozen leaders who are considered as confidants.

Then the number is more called the "pole team". On the way, the gang members of the severely malnourished refugees were unable to take long to get a slightly heavier farm tool. They could only take a sharpened pole, support their bodies and stand at the end of the queue, and count with the mules and horses of the baggage, or in other words, the baggage was more important than them.

Just getting up in a messy lineup and marching every day consumes most of their physical strength. Although they snatch food one by one, they look like starving ghosts, most of them start to lie on the ground one after another without going far, and need to whip and scold them one by one before they can continue to move forward.

I don’t know when, as I walked, some people were dispersed and I had to gather them from scratch. I couldn’t stand the sporadic escapes. In this case,

The platoons in charge of supervision did not have the so-called hindrance or concern. They were so cruel that they were beaten to death and were dying. To a certain extent, they were also consumables, which could be supplemented anytime and anywhere. If they were left behind, they might not be better than dying.

At this time, I can come in handy, judging and deciding who is still saved, so that no one will have to waste food.

Despite this, this team looks quite a lineup on the surface, so even if they encounter a few small bandits on the road, they will tactfully avoid them from afar and leave behind those victims who have been washed and called their parents.
Chapter completed!