Huaizhou, which has entered midsummer, has become sultry, with no clouds and the hot sun scorching the earth.

"Bang bang! Bang bang bang!"

"One, two, one! One, two, one!"

The uniform footsteps and slogans fit perfectly together.

Mi Qinqiyuan followed behind the team, and his military green camouflage uniform was already soaked.

This training was scattered from the beginning, and now it can't help but form a complete pace, and it only takes one month.

This month is a nightmare month for Mi Qinqiyuan.

He was originally a member of the Proton Army. As the legitimate son of the head of the Miqin clan, he was sent to be the Proton. Of course, this was not a chore, it was a quite bright road.

Although it is a proton, this proton army generally does not need to go to the battlefield. It is called an army, but it is actually a place to train reserve heirs.

In the Proton Army, most of them are the sons of tribal chiefs of all sizes, who are tempered and expanded their social circles here.

If the emperor can be favored by the future, his future will be brighter, so everyone is rushing to be the proton.

This time the army was very strange, at least for Mi Qinqiyuan.

Since the Proton Army is the successors, the emperor generally does not demand too much on them, and is relatively laissez-faire, at least he will not be too serious in ordinary training.

But this time it's different.

The officers were all Han people, and they didn't understand Mi Qinqiyuan very much.

First of all, there are various queue training, including standing, walking, running, sitting, speaking, and even sleeping and eating.

These trainings were boring and tasteless, and of course they could not stand the relatively loose Mi Qinqiyuan and others, but they were suppressed after fighting with the officers empty-handed.

Most of the time he spent a month doing these trainings, which was very painful at first, but now he has become a little used to it and even likes this feeling.

Because he felt the joy of collective life.

Training is painful, but every night and during training, officers always have many wonderful ideas.

Teach them to sing, everyone sings together, and then the classes compete with each other and will teach them, not the books they hate very much, but various kinds of war knowledge, mixed with various short stories.

Mi Qinqiyuan likes the company's instructor telling them the story of the national prime minister Ouyang Jun.

In the instructor's story, Ouyang Jun is a very smart person and a person who ruled the people. He has made a lot of contributions to the country and is very considerate of the people at the bottom. He is a so-called master of the sky.

Mi Qinqiyuan sneered at first because he was the heir of the tribe. What was different from other people was that he had been accustomed to these things since he was a child. If he did not oppress other people, how could their family become the tribe chief?

But something strange happened. After subtly moving, his comrades gradually became somewhat repulsive to him.

At first, Mi Qinqiyuan didn't care much, but after the open rejection, Mi Qinqiyuan finally felt a little regretful because the others were grouping together to reject him, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the instructor intervened in time to help Mi Qinqiyuan integrate. Mi Qinqiyuan also realized that everyone is actually the same person, and there should not be discrimination or class distinction. His admiration for Ouyang Jun gradually arose.

Ouyang Jun is also a nobleman, but he can think about the people at the bottom and offend many great nobles to help the people at the bottom. His noble qualities make Mi Qinqiyuan feel admiration.

However, Mi Qinqiyuan was a noble child after all, and there were more information channels. He felt that Ouyang Jun’s experience was very similar to that of a person from the Song Kingdom he had heard of.

That is, Ouyang Bian, combined with the description of the Han military officer, came to a surprising conclusion - Ouyang Jun is Ouyang Bian!

Mi Qinqiyuan asked the instructor indirectly. Given Mi Qinqiyuan's performance, the instructor did not conceal the fact that Ouyang Jun was Ouyang Bian, and told Mi Qinqiyuan what he knew.

"...What the prime minister wants is to build a country where the farmer has his own land, the living person has his own house, the hardworking person has his own career, and the hard work has his own income. Daxia is just a starting point. The future country will include all the territory of the Liao Kingdom and the Song Kingdom, and finally build a world of Datong."

The instructor said this.

Mi Qinqiyuan was a little confused when he heard this, but the instructor's enthusiasm infected him: "Instructor, I want to join too!"

The instructor smiled and said, "You are already in it."

Mi Qinqiyuan put down his mind and accepted the new collective and new ideas. He felt that life had a new goal and became an activist, and his whole body became energetic.

And many people like Mi Qinqiyuan emerged during the military reorganization process.

When Zhong Yi talked to Ouyang Bian, he felt very magical: "Generally speaking, the heirs of these tribes are all about oppressing others as their pleasure. How could there be such a big change?"

Ouyang Bian just smiled and didn't say anything. This is a social science thing in later generations, and it is most appropriate to use it here.

Only by organizing the people with collectivism can we unite and do great things.

Ouyang Bian asked: "Is it almost done?"

Zhang Dun next to him smiled and said, "Yes, there are three reorganized troops, each with 45,000 people. The so-called Proton Army, Capture Army, etc., have been broken up and divided, and there is no longer any distinction between levels.

Because the number of people who hit the gangsters is the largest, because they had the lowest status before, after this reorganization, their status has increased a lot, so they are very enthusiastic, and most of the people who hit the gangsters are Han people, and they have a deeper sense of identity with us."

Ouyang Bian was very happy: "This is the best way to do this. A country must have a subject nation. When the subject nation has more advantages, the country will be stable, and the same is true in the army."

Zhong Yi nodded with a smile: "Now the army has taken shape as a whole, the next step is to conduct various exercises. We must improve the cooperation of all armies to form combat effectiveness."

Ouyang Bian smiled: "Well, hurry up, you will be used soon."

Zhong Yi's heart tightened: "Have you reached this point?"

Ouyang Bian smiled and said, "It's just a matter of deliberate purpose. Don't be afraid of breaking the pots and pots. Only by plowing the ground thoroughly can you dig out all the rats, cockroaches and ants inside and turn them into fertilizer to nourish the crops. Otherwise, these parasites will always lie on the people and suck blood. This country will not be powerful after all."

Zhong Yi felt that the smell of blood had already smelled under his nose.
Chapter completed!