After a moment, the fainted soldier was carried under the canopy. Zhu Jun saw that he had dark skin and relatively shallow facial features. He thought he was not a Han person, so he hurriedly ordered the veterans who were carrying people with all their strength and said, "You put him here first and let me make some ice to apply to him."

Several veterans were so sad that they didn't know how to reply. This was the emperor who was arrogant. Unexpectedly, he was so approachable. At this time, a soldier of sixteen or seventeen walked out of the veteran and half-kneeled at Zhu Jun and said, "Long live my emperor until the last general Wang Dashan kowtowed me. Report to the emperor that this man has heatstroke and cannot be applied with ice, otherwise it will aggravate the illness. The emperor should ask someone to get some salt water for him to take it slowly."

Zhu Jun couldn't help but look at the boy with a strange look. He had a strong Kong martial arts all over his body and a soldier outfit, but his face was a little childish. He couldn't help but wonder, he was obviously a soldier, so why did he call himself the last general?

"Did you hear it? Why don't you get some salt water?" Zhu Jun raised his face and said to Xiao Guizi. Xiao Guizi was timid, not knowing where he got the emperor. He quickly smiled and lifted up his robe to get the salt water.

Zhu Jun turned his head and asked the soldier, "Who are you? Why do you call yourself the last general?"

The soldier scratched his head and said, "The last one will be a student in the martial arts hall. According to the school's regulations, half a month will be assigned to the military camp for training."

Zhu Jun nodded. As Zhu Jun’s first military academy, the Lecture Hall was awarded the title of 100 households. The reason why the word "Secret" was added to the first name, which means the reserve officer, was that these students called themselves the last general. It was just that they were still students after all. The Ministry of Works did not assign military officers uniforms to them, so they were dressed as soldiers.

Zhu Jun remembered that these teenagers were just orphans with pale faces and skinny faces a year ago. He had never thought that they had grown into a strong martial artist standing in front of him. He couldn't help but feel relieved and felt competing in his heart. So he asked the guards on the side to take care of the fainted soldier, and asked the veterans to go back and continue to supervise the recruits' training, and asked someone to bring a square stool for the young reserve officer to sit down. He asked him: "You have studied in school for so long, but do you have any experience?"

The young man sat on the square stool with a little twisted temper, his breathing was a little heavier, and he obviously was not very adapted to this way of conversation. He held it in a long time before he said: "The teacher in the school said that the generals should be rewarded and punished clearly and obeyed orders. This is the way to train soldiers. On weekdays, he should share the joys and sorrows with soldiers. Eat the same pot of meals and sleep in the same tent. This is the way to lead the army. When fighting, he should lead the army without fear of arrows and stones. This is the way to fight. As long as he does this according to these principles, he will be considered a qualified household."

Zhu Jun nodded secretly, but these are all great principles and anyone can understand them. But it is difficult to integrate knowledge and action. He looked at this childish and tanned face, and asked him, "If you are an official from a hundred households, can you do this?"

The young man said with a solemn expression: "Of course, if the emperor doesn't believe it..."

Zhu Jun interrupted him with a smile: "I don't believe you. You should know that you don't want to appoint a close friend. You can be willing to share the joys and sorrows with the soldiers when you are high. It is not so easy to be able to show off your own arrows and stones in the face."

Since becoming this emperor, Zhu Jun has become increasingly able to feel how difficult it is for the superiors to maintain their own ethics. Now these students think this way. Will they think this way when they become officials of hundreds of households? What if they become commanders or even generals one day? You can be simple now. But when a lot of money is placed in front of you, you will not be able to eat empty salary? Are you willing to stay in the tent of the soldiers full of urine and sweat smell to sleep with the soldiers?

The boy's childish face turned red. He suddenly left his seat and knelt halfway and said, "Emperor, Mo Jiang is from Jiangning. His family was originally wealthy. His parents were as kind as a mountain. Since the Qing army entered the pass, Mo Jiang's parents have been tragic to the Qing army. Mo Jiang had wandered around Jiangyin for a year. If it weren't for the emperor's rescue, Mo Jiang would have starved to death on the street. The emperor gave us clothes and gave us food. Please teach us the homework and martial arts. Mo Jiang is a beast. He also knows that the grudge of killing his father is irreconcilable, and the grace of water should be repaid with the earth. The emperor is the orphans who are born again. We live in this world. We must repay the grace of raising the emperor. Sooner or later, we must follow the emperor's flag to point to the north and avenge the bloody hatred of the Qing dogs."

The young man's eyes were blurred: "The students in the martial arts hall treat the emperor as their king and father. As long as they can be a cattle and horse by the emperor, no matter how much suffering they suffer, they will never regret it. Our life itself is the emperor's land. If there is a lie, I wish to die without a place to bury it."

Zhu Jun listened calmly, leaning on the armchair and trembled slightly. He believed that the young man said it was true: "Put it flat. Wipe the tears dry. What is a big man crying?" Zhu Jun asked someone to hand over a handkerchief. The young man took it and wiped it on his face. The snow-white scarf suddenly turned gray and black. Not only were there tears mixed in it, but there were also sweat and oil stains on his face.

"How many students are there in the martial arts lecture hall? Can they all work in the army now?" Zhu Jun has been bothering the army to expand twice recently. The lack of military officers is a problem. Today, seeing that the martial arts lecture hall has cultivated a group of talents. It is better to let them go to the army to be basic officers. This way, it will be faster to train. The theoretical knowledge should be almost the same.

"There are 173 people in total, 82 of whom are still young, and the rest are all fifteen or sixteen years old. They have been in good health this year, no worse than others." The young man said.

"Okay, I will allow you to graduate early and all of them will be granted official positions in a hundred households. You will go to the Ministry of War to report tomorrow. Yang Qing will assign you errands and lead your troops."

"What the emperor said is the truth?" The young man almost jumped up from the chair with joy. After all, he was still a young man's character. He had been holding it in the school for so long, like a wild horse locked in a cage. He thought about it day and night and was about to get out of the cage. At this time, he got what he wanted, so how could he not be happy?

"You have no jokes." Zhu Jun also smiled.

It was lunch time. After receiving the rest order, 20,000 recruits sat on the ground with a relaxed body. From early morning until noon, these people would have fallen down tiredly. If they had not requested the recruits to be young and strong when recruiting them, they might have fallen down.

"It's time to eat!" A thousand households in a new camp were full of smirking, and beating with a gong, shouting loudly, "The emperor's kindness, I specially asked the kitchen to kill dozens of pigs to replenish their strength for the brothers, first come first served, run slowly and get rid of the pain."

It is still a few miles away from the newly built canteen, but pork is a luxury that can only be eaten for two bites during the Chinese New Year. Suddenly, the recruits jumped up and ran towards the canteen.
Chapter completed!