At night, after dinner, Yang Yifei turned on two battery lamps, gathered all Quanzhen disciples, and announced the division of the rebel system.

Yang Yifei was appointed commander-in-chief of the rebel army, and Li Mochou was his adjutant. The other systems were naturally divided into armies, divisions, brigades, regiments, battalions, companies, platoons, and squads.

Quanzhen's disciples are special units, called the teaching team. Qiu Chuji is the captain of the brigade, with 25 people as a squadron, Qiu Chuji appointed the squadron leader, and 8 people as a squadron, and the team members elect the squadron leader themselves.

As for Zhang Yong and his men, as the first veterans to follow Yang Yifei, their status will naturally not be low in the future. However, there are no soldiers at the moment, so they can only be a soldier first.

After announcing the division of the system and selecting the squadron leader and the squadron leader, Yang Yifei announced his disbandment, and then called the backbones together and held a small meeting to get to know each other.

At this moment, Qiu Chuji suddenly said in a little entangled manner: "Young Master... Oh no, Commander Yang, look, our teaching team is a team of eight people, but except for me, the captain and the two squadron leaders, there are only 47 disciples left. It is obvious that there is a complete organization of 6 teams, but there is only one person missing. It feels awkward. Why don't you add one more person to come in and make up for it?"

Yang Yifei looked at Qiu Chuji with a chuckle, but he didn't realize that the old man with bull's nose actually had a little obsessive-compulsive disorder, but this proposal was not a difficult situation, so he nodded and said, "Yes, then you can choose another disciple tomorrow!"

Because it was getting late, Yin Zhiping, who was planning to make do with the night here, suddenly became excited. He hurriedly said to Qiu Chuji: "Master, since you want to add one person, don't bother to select people, just disciple!"

Qiu Chuji looked at Yang Yifei hesitantly and said, "But Commander Yang only has four generations of disciples!"

Yin Zhiping looked at Yang Yifei and begged: "Commander Yang, although I am a disciple of three generations, I am still young now and have many shortcomings compared to my senior brothers. I also asked the commander to accept me so that I can learn from the camp."

Yang Yifei looked at Yin Zhiping and thought to himself that Yin Zhiping is Yin Zhiping, and it is not the same as Zhen Zhibing. If he puts the deeds of the old version of the world on him, it would be a bit unfair to him.

I believe that Yin Zhiping has his own outstanding qualities to become the master of the Quanzhen Sect.

Thinking of this, Yang Yifei nodded in Yin Zhiping's hopeful gaze and said, "Okay! You can join the rebels' teaching team, but you were later after all. The two squadron captains and the six squadron captains have decided that if you are not afraid of grievances, you can only be a team member."

Yin Zhiping was overjoyed and was about to express that he didn't mind, but one of the two squadron leaders hurriedly said: "No, no, no matter whether it is knowledge or prestige, there are not many disciples as good as Uncle Yin. The disciple is willing to be a team member and give up the position of squadron leader to Uncle Yin."

Yang Yifei said just now, in order to maintain his fair and just image. Now that he voluntarily gives up his throne, he naturally has no objection. In this way, the two squadron captains became Yin Zhiping and Miao Daoyi before.

In fact, Miao Daoyi is not simple. After the death of the third generation of Quanzhen Sect, he was the first fourth generation disciple of the head of the sect. In the future, he has been in charge of the Quanzhen Sect twice, and is the twelfth and sixteenth head of the Quanzhen Sect.

Yang Yifei did not understand the history of Quanzhen Sect. He saw that Miao Daoyi had a high prestige among the four generations of disciples and was relatively mature and steady, so he looked at him differently.

After the meeting, Yang Yifei asked Li Mochou to carry Xiaolongnu and took a flashlight to a slightly smaller lawn more than twenty feet above the camp.

Li Mochou asked curiously: "Yang Lang, what did you take us here for?"

Yang Yifei smiled and said, "Although you are my adjutant in the army, no matter what, you and Long'er are both female relatives, so naturally you can't get along with a bunch of stinky men. I'll build a separate house for you."

Xiaolongnu said softly when she heard this, "You are not a stinky man if your senior brother-in-law is not a stinky man."

“Hahaha…”

Yang Yifei and Li Mochou chuckled. Yang Yifei drowned and rubbed Xiaolongnu's hair all over her head, then walked aside and waved his hand to release a set of materials for the mobile prefabricated room.

Under the operation of mental power, three side-by-side mobile board rooms were built in an instant, with the two left and right as the bedrooms of Li Mochou and Xiao Longnu, and the middle one as the living room.

The reason why this mobile board house is called "mobile" is that it can be removed and taken away at any time. When you reach Yang Yifei, you can even save the dismantling step. When you leave, you can just wave your hand and put it away when you arrive at a new place.

Assembled the house and arranged all the furniture in the room. Yang Yifei still built a toilet as he did in the main world, but the tap water was gone. He could only put a water tank and a water scoop in the toilet. He usually filled the water from the stream to flush the toilet.

Everything Yang Yifei prepared was many times more advanced than this era. Life was so comfortable that it didn't even smell like going to a thatched cottage.

Although Xiaolongnu is still young, she has long been used to sleeping alone, which has made Yang Yifei secretly relieved. At least he doesn't have to worry about having a big light bulb when he wants to live with Li Mochou in the world of two people.

As for placing their bedroom on both sides of the living room and separating a room in the middle, it is naturally to avoid Xiaolongnu hearing some unsuitable sounds for children!

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The next day, just dawn, Yang Yifei, wearing a camouflage uniform, walked out of the camp. He did not sleep in the prefabricated room last night. As the highest commander of the army, eating and living with the soldiers under his command was the most basic operation. Only when he was resting in his usual caregiving situation would he go back to the prefabricated room to sleep to show that he had a clear distinction between public and private.

He held a whistle in his hand and was about to go outside the tent to blew the whistle to get the Quanzhen disciples up.

But what made him speechless was that when he walked out of his camp, he found that Quanzhen's disciples had already gotten up, and were sitting neatly cross-legged in the training ground at the bottom left of the camp, and chanting the Taoist scriptures together under Qiu Chuji's apology.

This is a must-do morning class for people in the Taoist sect every day. The time is from the hour of Mao to the hour of Chen. This is a belief and religious activity of others. Yang Yifei is not easy to forbid, so he can only wait for them to finish the morning class.

Fortunately, these Taoists have practiced the authentic internal skills of Taoist Xuanmen, so they are not afraid that they will not have enough rest to affect their spirits.

The Taoist priests were doing morning classes, and Yang Yifei was idle while he was idle, so he walked into the camp to check out the Taoist priests' internal affairs.

Then he was speechless again. The self-discipline of these Taoist priests made him ashamed. The sheets on each bunk were neatly arranged, and the quilts were folded and placed on the head of the bed.

Although he was not folded into tofu pieces, he could do this by himself without ordering it, which made Yang Yifei very pleased. It seemed that the Internal Affairs Ordinance could be saved.
Chapter completed!