Traveling through the Ming Dynasty, as soon as you open your eyes, you will die

Chapter 62: Kill a yellow belt to establish authority
  The sun was scorching like fire, and the cicadas were burned by the poisonous sun. They hid under the willow leaves and chirped feebly, which was even more disturbing to hear.

The formerly abandoned Fengtai Camp was renovated. This is the camp of the Yellow Belt Fifth Army. Groups of yellow-belted royal descendants of the Zhu family were training as a team under the bright sun.

Today's drill is three-stage shooting of firearms.

The platoon leader in front held a cane in his hand and walked back and forth in front of the team with his hands behind his back, looking at his soldiers.

He said that the former wounded soldiers transferred from the First Army.

The military discipline of the ancient army was outrageously strict. Seventy-two were killed, fifty-four were beheaded, and countless people were pierced through the face and cut off the nose.

And hitting the military stick is commonplace.

Lu Mou abolished and streamlined many appalling military orders, and directly abolished them with military sticks.

Because if you hit the military stick ten times, the soldier will be useless.

But Lu Mou did not abolish corporal punishment for soldiers. Don’t beat and scold the soldiers? Pull them down. If you don't beat and scold the soldiers, and don't give them lessons that touch their souls and bodies, how can you train good soldiers?
  Therefore, Lu Mou changed the heinous military stick that could destroy a person with one strike into a cane in a humane way.

Every officer in the platoon has this thing. No reason is needed. As long as your movements are irregular, your words are hurtful, or you are displeased, they can give you a slap at any time.

At first, the soldiers rushed around and cheered at the prince's thoughtful move to abolish the military stick. As a result, after experiencing the test of the rattan, they felt unforgettable that if this thing touches their body, it won't hurt their muscles and bones, but it will be a heartbreaking pain. It's better to beat him with a military stick and give him a happy ending.

The platoon leader stopped and shouted: "First class, raise your gun."

The soldiers of the first squad raised their five-eyed machine.

However, after a quarter of an hour, the platoon leader didn't say to release it, so everyone could only hold it and make aiming and shooting gestures.

The five-eyed machine is one foot long in front, with five firing barrels tied together, and then connected to the butt at the back through a hardwood.

This thing is seriously heavy at the front and light at the back. Holding it for a long time will test a soldier's arm strength.

In just a quarter of an hour, all the soldiers training with guns felt their arms sore, and the hands supporting the front began to tremble.

Under this poisonous sun, the sweat was like a waterfall, flowing down his forehead and into his eyes, making him feel uncomfortable. The sweat on his neck even flowed into his clothes, making them soaked in the blink of an eye.

What's even more terrible is that this equipment is an armor recently built by the Ministry of Industry. It is lined with thick cotton and wraps the body like a quilt. When mixed with the sweat flowing from the neck, the whole body becomes... It's like being in a steamer.

Zhu San was originally a standard rogue, relying on the yellow belt of a royal family and leading several young and old men from the clan to show off his power in Tongzhou. How could he have suffered such a sin by eating and drinking for free all day long and killing everyone? I joined the army because I saw that I could get promoted and make a fortune.

For a quarter of an hour, that bastard, the platoon leader who was transferred from the First Army, was just pacing leisurely in front of the queue with his hands behind his back so proudly, and the cane in his hand was shaking with ease and pride. Square steps, walking around.

This made Zhu San, who had always been a talker, uncomfortable to look at.

Unable to hold on any longer, Zhu San's hands began to tremble, and the five-eyed machine trembled like a pig's tail.

When the platoon leader saw it, he immediately rushed over, waved the cane unceremoniously, and slapped Zhu San in the face: "You bastard, did you eat all the pork, vermicelli, white steamed buns in the dog's belly?" ? You can’t even hold a fire stick steady, are you still not a man?”

Zhu San, who was already suffering, couldn't bear it anymore and was beaten and scolded like this again. He broke out at that time.

He threw down his weapon, rushed forward, and punched and kicked the platoon leader: "I came to the military camp to get promoted and make a fortune. I am a dignified royal nobleman. Go to Tongzhou Sijiu City and ask, when did you accept it? Are you so lazy? How dare you beat me and scold me? You are tired of living. Let me beat you to death."

The platoon leader wanted to resist at that time. Seeing that this bastard wanted to fight back, Zhu San became even more angry: "You dare to resist? Do you dare to hit Mr. Tianhuang? If I beat you to death, your death will be in vain; if you dare to resist, you will offend the royal family, and you will die." I will beat you to death today."

When the platoon leader heard this, he gave up resistance and squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, letting himself be beaten.

At that time, when those yellow belts saw Zhu San beating the officers like this, they were all relieved and cheered loudly.

When Zhu San was relieved, a plain voice came: "Whose father are you? What kind of royal nobleman are you? You are the shame of the royal family, just a mangy dog ​​on Tongzhou Street. If you beat your boss, you are the one who is the king." He deserved his death. Come here, arrest this bastard who seriously violated military discipline and beat up a superior officer, tie up the campers, and behead the demonstrators."

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of men like wolves and tigers rushed forward, knocked Zhu San down, and tied him into a rice dumpling. Only then did Zhu San and others see clearly that the feeling was that Prince Xiao Ding was here.

Lu Mou walked up to the platoon leader and faced the bruises on his body. He did not show any sympathy, but said coldly: "As a platoon leader, I lead the troops laxly. I'll tie him up."

Then he ordered to the trumpeter: "Blow the trumpet and assemble."

When the assembly signal sounded, all those who were training stopped training, shouldered their weapons, ran in neat steps, and began to run towards the point where they would gather in front of the stage.

There was a burst of smoke and dust, and all the Fifth Army gathered in front of the general stage. As required, the squad leader reported the number to the platoon leader, and the platoon leader reported the number to the company commander, level by level. Finally, Zhu Changxun, commander of the Fifth Army, ran to Lu He loudly reported in front of the commander: "Report to King Ding that the entire fifth army should be 31,000 strong, but the actual number is 29,001. There is a shortage of men who are out on business and cooks."

Lu Mou nodded solemnly, and then shouted loudly to the soldiers who were standing neatly in the dark: "Today, there is a soldier who claims to be a royal family. I tell you, what kind of royal family are you? The day when the imperial family is abolished and you are allowed to make a living on your own. From the beginning, it was not the case. From that day on, the Ming Dynasty only recognized those within the fifth server as the royal family, and other than that, everyone was common people.

And the moment you enter the military camp, you are a soldier of the Ming Dynasty. When you are here, you must obey the command and leadership of your superiors. Strictly respect superiors and inferiors. Your squad leader is your sky, and the sky is untouchable. Here, only by fighting to the death and making meritorious deeds can one be promoted and make a fortune, not by relying on a yellow belt or one's family background.

Today, there is Zhu San who refused to obey the discipline of his superior and beat his superior. This is a serious provocation and a serious offense. For this reason, I have issued an order to be executed as a warning to others. "

Then Jiang was pushed up by Zhu San, who yelled: "King Ding, in terms of seniority, I am your third grandfather, you can't kill me."

Lu Mou sneered: "Whose third grandfather are you? You are my soldier. If you are my soldier, you must respect my military law and carry out your execution."

Zhu San was still shouting for mercy, but with a flash of his sword, a human head fell to the ground.

As the head fell to the ground, everyone was shocked. At this time, they truly felt that they were no longer some bullshit noble royal family, but were truly ordinary people.

"Platoon leader Li Erniu is not strict in disciplining his subordinates. I will give him twenty cane sticks."

The executioner came up, lifted up Li Erniu's clothes, struck his back with twenty canes firmly.

"The title of the royal family is only your glory, not your capital. I abolished the old military regulations and established new military regulations. The army is not allowed to kill people without reason, but as long as you commit murder, you will never be forgiven.

I will give you a chance now. If you can't stand the military rules and are not used to being civilians, you can leave the army now. But, you have to work hard for me for ten days, pay back the wine, meat and food that I have eaten during this month, pay back the military salary and housing money I gave you, and then get out of here. I'll give you a night to think about it. If you leave the camp after noon tomorrow, you will be punished as a deserter and killed without mercy. "

Then he jumped off the general platform and walked away.

In doing so, he wanted to establish a strict hierarchy in the army and to make subordinates absolutely obey their superiors.

Only by beating and scolding soldiers in training can the authority of superiors be established and the speed of training be accelerated. He doesn't have a three-month recruiting period, he doesn't have that time.

He just wanted to cultivate the wolf nature of the soldiers through beatings and scoldings.

Strict military discipline, strict hierarchical classes, generous rewards in war, and multiple layers of combination, he wanted his army to return to the Qin and Han Dynasties, and every battle the soldiers had a custom of "just like revenge". To realize the current Ming Dynasty, even if it dies, it must be: "The Han Dynasty died with force", unlike in history, the Ming Dynasty died with an army or without an army.

(End of this chapter)