Zhu Dapeng spent the next few days at Ximen University.
As the open space in the school grounds gradually opened up, more and more soldiers under his command gradually formed the general outline of the left army.
Most of the soldiers were recruited by Zhima Li on his behalf.
Basically, they are still mainly refugees, but on the whole, the skeleton and complexion are much stronger than the original thousand soldiers and horses.
At least Zhu Dapeng doesn't have to think about tying them together with a rope to prevent anyone from being blown away by the wind.
There are also a small number of soldiers who come from the refugees living next to the school grounds.
Seeing that Xuzhou Zuojun did not deduct food, and each soldier could have one meal of porridge and two meals of dry rice, he volunteered to join the army.
Zhu Dapeng was eager to recruit troops and would accept all the refugees who came to join the army as long as they were not blind or lame.
Although the number of this group of people was smaller than that allocated by Sesame Lee, they almost died of starvation a few days ago.
It was only because Zhu Dapeng allowed them to work hard in exchange for food that they finally saved a life.
I was very grateful to Zhu Dapeng, the commander-in-chief of the Left Army, and worked extra hard.
The third group of people came from the neighbors who pretended to be Maitreya believers that night.
Some of them just can't survive anymore and want to save some food for their families.
There are a few others who have the same idea as Mr.
Su.
Anyway, if the Yuan army comes over, they will inevitably massacre the city, and everyone will die.
It is better to take a risk and gamble in order to make a lot of money in the future.
For these neighbors, Zhu Dapeng secretly instructed Mr.
Su to try his best to arrange for them to engage in some craft work.
After all, these people all belong to the small bourgeois class in ancient times.
Their courage is far inferior to that of the homeless people who have long been homeless, but they are better than those who have lived at the bottom of the city for a long time and have relatively flexible hands and feet.
Being a soldier may not necessarily be a good material, but most of them can be used as craftsmen with the army.
They will be engaged in some work of repairing armor and making weapons in the future.
There is another type of people, one that no one thought of at the beginning.
They are those who came to seek help after hearing the rumors that Zhu Dapeng was possessed by Maitreya Buddha.
There are not many such people, but they appear to be particularly "enthusiastic".
I am willing to sacrifice everything, including my own life, in the hope that the mortal body of Lord Maitreya can accept me, so that we can achieve positive results together in the future and ascend in the daytime.
As soon as Zhu Dapeng heard about this last fanatical believer, he would immediately order someone to beat him out with a stick and never hire him.
This unreasonable move made the fanatical believers burst into tears.
However, after Xuzhou Army Commander Shi Zhaojun heard about it, and when they met again in the meeting hall, his attitude towards Zhu Dapeng improved a lot.
I mentioned it to my confidants in private, and said that Zhu Dapeng knew how to give up when he was good, and he didn't dare to use the pretense of Maitreya's coming to the world to deceive him again.
Unexpectedly, just a few days after the relationship between the two parties eased, another rumor spread in the city.
It is said that the reason why the human incarnation of Lord Maitreya does not put everyone into the door wall is because he wants to test the believers' piety towards the Buddha.
Didn't you see that his Buddhist soldiers were cleaning up garbage, cutting down trees to build houses, and sharpening their muscles?
If the great road could be passed on easily, it would not be the great road.
As a result, those "believers" who had been driven away before came back happily.
One by one, they randomly found a bunk to sleep in in the old thatched house.
Every day they would get up as soon as the rooster crowed for the first time, and kneel down and kowtow in the direction of the school field.
Zhao Junyong heard this and almost vomited on the ground.
He gritted his teeth and cursed the little thief for being cunning.
With a stroke of his pen, the equipment originally intended for Zuo Jun was given to others in vain.
Mr.
Su sympathizes very much with those "devout" believers who kneel outside the school grounds every day and beg to be included on the door wall.
Zhu Dapeng is always encouraged in private, so he might as well go with the flow and recruit these guys into the left army again.
During the battle, each person is given a talisman and stuffed into their arms, and then they are asked to take the lead in charging into the battle.
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They are definitely the best human shields.
However, Zhu Dapeng resolutely refused to accept this suggestion.
He would rather order people to whip away the believers outside the school than let them play tricks with him.
"Your Excellency, this is your refusal to accept remonstrance."
Seeing that Zhu Dapeng actually went against his suggestion, Mr.
Su was so angry that his eyes were blazing, and he jumped on his feet and shouted.
Ever since the old guy became the commander-in-chief of the Zuo Army, his temper has grown.
He would jump at every turn to protest that Zhu Dapeng could not accept unfavorable advice.
And his advice is usually based on trivial matters.
For example, two dry meals a day is too much of a waste of food, so it is better to reduce it to two thin meals and one dry meal.
For example, none of the other camps provided gruel in the morning, and Zuoying should not set such a precedent to avoid being jealous, etc.
In addition, he also insisted that the neighbors who came to seek refuge were well-informed and intelligent, and should be trained as the governor's core team.
We cannot treat them badly just because we are close to them, in order to show the personal character of the Lord General.
Regarding these untenable suggestions, Zhu Dapeng showed his rare stubbornness as an otaku in his previous life.
Every time Mr.
Su was so angry that he beat his chest and threatened to hang up his hat and leave.
But in the blink of an eye, the old guy completely forgot about his own threats, and started making noises on the construction site with a sword he didn't know where he got it from.
Seeing Mr.
Su like this, Zhu Dapeng couldn't help but want to laugh.
The old guy may not be a qualified military advisor, but he is a very qualified contractor.
He led his disciples and disciples to organize the construction of the general camp and the garbage cleanup of the campus in an orderly manner, and the results were obvious to all.
This old man even used the banner of the Zuo Army Governor's Mansion to circle several ownerless pastures beside the river in the west of Xuzhou City.
At the cost of providing two meals a day, relatively strong women among the refugees were organized to open up wasteland and sow wheat as soon as the autumnal equinox arrived.
Although the output in the first year may not be very high, as long as Xuzhou is still controlled by the Red Turban Army before next year's harvest, it will definitely be able to double or triple the cost invested this year.
Zhu Dapeng ignored Su Changshi's peasant habits that were deeply rooted in his bones.
Farming, mining, and recruiting troops are the three magic weapons he learned from playing strategy games in his previous life.
Xuzhou City has existed for thousands of years, and the surrounding gold mines must have been mined long ago.
But farming and recruiting troops can be implemented freely.
And it can remind him of many happy days in his previous life.
Sometimes, based on the hearsay experience I had when I was an otaku in my previous life, I would give directions near the farmland.
Regardless of whether the listeners were willing to adopt it or not, they would feel particularly accomplished and warm in their hearts.
However, when the garbage on the school grounds was completely cleared, Zhu Dapeng, the commander-in-chief of the Left Army, and Su Mingzhe, the commander-in-chief of the Left Army, were both brought back to their original forms.
Although the latter's military training plan was clever, it was stolen from others and did not involve any specific details.
When implemented, it is not the same thing at all.
As for the former, all of our Army Commander-in-Chief's experience and theories come from real-time strategy games.
Even if they are re-adjusted with reference to the content of military training for college freshmen, they still appear to be very nondescript.
As soon as you apply it in practice, you will immediately become full of laughter.
A very simple example.
In the game, you create a weapon and move it around with the mouse.
However, soldiers in the real world cannot use mouse and touch screen to command.
The team was clearly organized and asked to move forward in unison.
Less than thirty steps away, it was complete chaos.
The soldiers could not find the general, and the general could not find the soldiers.
They shouted at Zhu Dapeng and Su Mingzhe until their throats bled, but it had no effect at all.
As for the whole team jogging, a warm-up activity in the 21st century military training class, it is even more difficult for Zhu Dapeng's soldiers.
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In just over 500 steps, some people have already reached the finish line.
They are sitting on the ground and taking off the buckles of their straw sandals at the seam between their toes.
Some people are still wandering halfway.
What's more, he squatted on the ground while running, covering his stomach with his hands, and vomited all the gruel he had eaten in the morning.
The only thing that makes Zhu Dapeng and Mr.
Su feel gratified is that the selection of officers for this team went very smoothly.
From captains of thousands and centurions to captains of ten, they all found "suitable" candidates in the shortest possible time.
Some guys who were not officers often deliberately ran up to Zhu Dapeng and slapped his chest muscles, which were so flat that they were almost dented.
It was as if this could attract the attention of the general and fill the officer vacancies that would arise as the team continued to expand.
"Let all the officers above ten captains stay.
For the others, you can continue to arrange for them to open up wasteland and cultivate the land."
Being bruised and swollen by the reality, Zhu Dapeng had to give up the plan that he and Mr.
Su had spent a lot of effort on.
Out of internal competition for job placement program.
It was decided to start by cultivating junior officers and gradually build up their own elite division.
Don't expect to be able to pull the entire left army onto the battlefield within two or three months and expand territory for Sesame Li.
At least he must work hard to ensure that in the future defense battle of Xuzhou, he will not have no one available under his command.
This helpless choice won the admiration of Mr.
Su, "The good governor's method is wise.
At that time, the founding emperor of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty led a million-strong army that swept the world by cultivating the Qixue around him.
Now you can learn from his methods.”
"Go away, open up wasteland and farm, don't flatter me here."
Zhu Dapeng blushed at the praise, raised his foot, and kicked Su Changshi half a foot away.
"I cultivated Qie Xue.
I know what bullshit Qie Xue is."
After driving away Su Changshi, who was as annoying as a fly, he looked worried at the crowd of people in front of him.
Copying part of the military system of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, the current team formation of the Xuzhou Red Scarf Army is also based on the simple and clear decimal system.
Specifically, every ten soldiers formed a Shichang, led by a ten-captain or a more elegant junior officer called Shichang.
Every ten pieces formed a team of one hundred men, commanded by a centurion.
Every ten hundred-man teams form a thousand-man team, led by a thousand-man captain. and so on Zhima Li assigned the Zuo Army a troop quota of five thousand.
At present, the Xuzhou Army has not formed the habit of taking empty pay.
Therefore, these five thousand troops are actually five thousand.
Although it is not yet fully staffed, the framework has been set up, and there is no shortage of officers at all levels.
In addition to the civilian officials promoted by Mr.
Su for personal gain, such as Mingfa, Sicang, and Treasurer who joined the army, the total number of officers, large and small, totaled more than 600.
They crowded into a big group noisily, waiting for the commander-in-chief Zhu Dapeng to face him.
"Take off all the shoes on their left feet for me, whether they are cloth shoes or straw sandals, put them all on my right hand."
Being forced to have no other choice, Zhu Dapeng took a sudden turn and simply adopted the simplest and crudest method to strengthen his subordinates.
Officers' awareness of left and right.
"That's it, learn from me."
Lest everyone could not understand, he also took off the left one of the deerskin boots that Mr.
Su had just bought for him a few days ago and put it on his right hand.
"When I call one, everyone will step on the foot without the shoe, and at the same time stretch the hand with the shoe forward.
I call two, and they will step on the foot without the shoe, and lift the hand without the shoe.
Hand, and so on, do you understand?"
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"I understand" when he saw that the Governor actually led by example and walked with one foot bare.
The officers immediately put away the smiles on their faces.
He raised his voice and responded with all kinds of tongues.
"Look at one, two, one, one, two, one, let's go like this.
I will give you one day.
Time must learn to walk.
If you can't learn, you will be dismissed from your post and go to open up wasteland for farming."
Zhu Dapeng took a deep breath, raised his chest and raised his head, Shouting the slogan, taking the lead and walking forward.
"Crack, crash, crackle."
The refugees who had just become officers were unwilling to be dismissed and stumbled behind him.
Around the school grounds, one circle and another.
In the beginning, it was inevitable that I would fall down a few times, snap my ankle a few times, and walk a lot.
But as I walked, the movements of my hands and feet gradually became more coordinated.
Some of them who are more serious and clever also imitated Zhu Dapeng, raising their heads proudly and following the beat, "one two one, one two one, one two one", walking and walking.
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