Amway, who was taken to listen to by my mother in the past, was really useful for one day. In a typical way of pyramid schemes, I first drew a big cake for people, and then fooled everyone to pay for money, but also had to mobilize their own connections to follow the promotion. After a lot of work, my colleagues and friends were a little far away. After a closer look, the money was all in the boss’s pocket.

Mao Jue is a little different from them.

He is even worse!

It's enough for them to just ask for money. Mao Jue was desperate. He used his clever mouth to incite more than 800 people to fight for bloodshed. The Liao incident was unpredictable, and he didn't know how many of these people would survive in the future. Perhaps none of them would survive.

However, Mao Jue's speech was not false. I don't know anything else. Dongjiang, no matter he or Mao Wenlong, could not bow to Jiannu. In history, the price of refusing to bow is that only more than twenty people were left in the entire town of Dongjiang by the Eight Banners Army. If you want to die in the future, you must fight.

This warm speech had just been completed, and the extremely cruel military training began. The fastest people didn't even turn their heads.

Qiu Laohu shone on the school field with a burning fire. Even the original personal soldiers, the more than 800 people stood with their hands flat and their heads held high. At first, they thought it was easy to stand. Looking at the captain who had just been assigned to them, the ugly face of the captain, many new recruits even made fun of them in secret, but they couldn't laugh in less than half an hour.

Humans are animals, and being motionless is simply torment for human nature. Some people scratch their heads after a while, but then they were hit hard behind their butts. The veterans and the captain of the team stood at the front and the last, monitoring everyone, and were caught three times in a row, and had extra meals. They were taken out to spread their legs, stretched out their hands to squat on horseback.

This feeling can be seen from the miserable appearance of the prisoners of war abused by the US military in Iraq.

However, even the veterans did not dare to complain, because Mao Jue was standing in front of the queue.

After finally staying up until noon, a disbanded whistle made a large group of personal soldiers stagger and stagger on the ground like they had disbanded.

However, the nightmare was not over. The kitchen was ready. The personal soldiers like the starving ghost were rushing in and rushing in to grab the food. They were immediately pressed by the captain. The team leader looked at the two pairs of eyes, and then squatted in the school field. The remaining people were not afraid to breathe. They lined up in line, holding a wooden five-meter plate carved from the ship, passing through the vegetable bucket one by one, and even sat on the table without even speaking. They had to eat with their heads raised and their chests were raised and they came out before they came out.

After lunch, everyone got two quarters of an hour to rest and sat in the shade. For these people, it was paradise. When they were breathing, more than thirty unlucky guys who were caught were allowed to eat. The food was actually pretty good, including sweet and sour fish, eggs, and rice, but even so they couldn't taste it.

And just after dinner, the whistle rang again and continued training in the afternoon.

Fortunately, there was no need to practice quiet skills this time. According to the queue, everyone sent a piece of wood, followed the whistle and moved forward neatly and turned left and right. Last time, when they taught their personal soldiers, Mao Jue was so angry that they could only recognize their left and right. This time, Mao Jue didn't need to do it. The old personal soldiers who had suffered losses found them with their capital and interests. The wrong ones were scolding and kicking, and then took them out to squat on horseback, and a miracle happened.

The British trained Indian territorial soldiers and taught them to recognize the left and right. It took them seven months to draw them. In just one afternoon, Mao Jue's 800 personal soldiers recognized the left and right. Although the pace was still inconsistent, at least the two people would not collide with each other when turning.

Immediately, I had another job. No one dared to make a taboo this time. I quietly lined up to receive the food one by one. After dinner, I had to queue up to enter the newly built barracks with a smell of cement.

Here, Mao Jue's rules are so terrifying that he showed it again. This time, he put the dowry brought by Adrena in the military camp. He had to wash together at 7 o'clock, and even added things that the soldiers had never done before. He used willow branches to peel off the skin and brush his teeth. Many of his unused mouths were bleeding.

After washing up, I have to go to bed. There are rules here. A few unlucky guys who dragged their clothes to pieces were taken out and then squatted. The remaining people must hang their clothes neatly on the hanger.

On this day, almost everyone was tired and almost broke up. However, early the next morning, the genius was lit up, and the harsh whistle sounded again. When everyone got up, they had to fold them neatly like tofu blocks to get out. What's even more annoying is that those who went out slowly had to continue squatting on horse stance. The remaining people were slapped into a long dragon in one row, shouting horns and running along the fort gate, and running a big circle around the mountain road of Jialaoshan.

Mao Jue ran in the front.

To be honest, he was exhausted and tired of trauma. He graduated from college that year and didn't find any good job. He happened to meet a recruit from the recruiting family who wanted him to go. Mao Jue pretended to be sick for half a month and hid it. Now he was fine. He could escape the first day of the 1st and 15th day of the 1st. In the end, he was frightened by the new recruit who scared him for three months. What's more important is that he found it himself this time.

It’s really a fear of forcing horses and riding. After all, it’s too comfortable before traveling through time. If you don’t work hard now, not only will you die, but the whole family will probably be killed. Mao Jue ran in the front and shook his head with a wry smile.

It was another marathon, and after running back, many people were exhausted. Fortunately, they experienced a long-distance race and no one fell behind. They had a quarter of an hour of rest and breakfast, followed by crazy standing attentive training.

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Time is the most precious thing. One accidentally passes in a month. It’s still the training ground and those people. But compared to the impetuousness at the beginning, the current personal army seems to have changed into individuals, and each has become quiet and calm.

It’s not that they are not uncomfortable, just like today, there are three unlucky guys on the side of the playground. The three of them just want to escape and become deserters, but they were caught by the patrolmen on the periphery. The deserters are a serious crime in this era and can be beheaded directly. However, Mao Jue is very kind to his subordinates, just let them squat until they die. It is the sixth day now, and they have to squat for another three days. Seeing them holding a big wooden stick forward, their expressions of indignation, the remaining personal soldiers naturally gave up the idea of ​​escaping.

The remaining soldiers were all on the playground, holding a large piece of wood high, and this kettle was hung on it.

Now, Mao Jue doesn't have to follow the training. Under the leadership of the officer, the personal soldiers who have entered the state can complete the training well, but he has worried about it far more than the personal soldiers in front of him.

Bang bang bang ~

The officers all had independent office rooms and had a list of information about placing their own whistle. Mao Jue naturally had it. Just as he was worried about the big wood being held by his personal soldiers, the door was knocked. Then Wen Meng came in a furious manner.

"Jiang, two more boys ran away in the third sentry. I was still there last night, but I was gone today!"

"I'm very sorry, what are you doing, catch it!"

Mao Jue hummed a little impatiently, but Wen Meng did not leave this time. Instead, he paused for a few moments of time, then gritted his teeth and clasped his fists hysterically, feeling a little confused.

"Master General! The last general really doesn't understand! Why do you have to queue up for a meal when practicing those folding quilts? You just need to be brave when you are in a military war. What does these things have to do with war? Isn't it a mess?"

"Trouble people?"

When his face turned dark, Mao Jue suddenly stood up.

If you want to talk about the difference between soldiers in this era and soldiers in later generations, Mao Jue thinks that the biggest difference is not weapons and equipment, or even culture, but temperament. Even veterans, you can feel that he is different from ordinary social personnel. It is the temperament trained from the collective life and rules that have been experienced for a long time, such clean and reliable temperament, such temperament, Mao Jue has never seen it in the entire Dongjiang Town.

"I ask you, what is the first duty of a soldier?"

"Join a soldier and fight!"

Wen Meng was puzzled, but he answered for granted.

"wrong!"

It was so iron that Mao Jue knocked on the table in annoyance.

"The duty of a soldier is to obey orders! What is an order? The order that must be completed even if you take your life! Usually, you can't even obey these small things. If you really go to the battlefield, you will have no eyes, your bows and crossbows, your heads roll, and your blood will flow like a river! In this case, how can you let such a group of people live and die with you?"

"Don't take other troops, what about it? They were all defeated on the battlefield! Sarhu! Guangning! How many people died? If you want to defeat the Eight Banners of Jiannu in the field, you must have iron discipline! If you want to be under my Mao Jue, you must abide by this rule! This is the last time!"

The strength of the army was forged in this subtle way. When obeying orders has become inertia, it has reached the point of numbness, even if it is a sea of ​​swords and fire, the order will be unwilling. Unconsciously, Mao Jue has changed his concept. Other military generals and officials are all in the court and want to be loyal to the court, but Mao Jue wants his subordinates to abide by his rules and fight for him.

Suddenly he seemed to understand something, his forehead was covered with sweat beads. Wen Meng immediately clasped his fists, said nothing, and turned around and left. In the past month, even he seemed to have become a little more capable. However, he had just left this head and the office door was pushed open again, and Mao Jue slapped the table in anger.

"Didn't you say it? The military camp must not break into important areas!"

"But you also said that when there is news on the river valley, I will tell you immediately, my young master!"

It is said that only women and villains are difficult to raise. This foreign girl is becoming more and more unscrupulous. She holds her arms and looks down. The foreign girl is flying with her eyes inquiring with special interest.
Chapter completed!