Back to the Republic of China as a commander

Taking advantage of the night, Yang Wangui first brought out the buried munitions, and then drove them to the riverside.

Then it was more difficult, because of the need for confidentiality, all the hundreds of boxes had to be loaded onto the ship by manpower, and Yang Wangui only brought more than 30 men who were carefully selected and the most reliable to handle this matter.Most of the others were in charge of guarding the periphery and not allowing local residents to get close to the river, so it took a little time to load the ship due to manpower.

Fortunately, Ye Zuwen also understood the rules. He stuffed Yang Wangui with a big red envelope of 0 yuan, and then stuffed each soldier with 15 yuan, which was almost two months' salary. In addition, each soldier added a pack of cigarettes.With the benefits, everyone will naturally not complain about the hard work of moving, let alone gossip about what happened tonight.

At dawn the next day, these weapons were transported to Hankou, and the patrol room in the British Concession also received tribute. Naturally, no one went to the pier to ask about this matter. The ship went to inspect the goods and saw that it was indeed new, so he was greatly relieved, his errands went very smoothly, and he was able to deal with the prince when he returned to Beijing.

The representative also excitedly shook Ye Zuwen's hand and said: "Boss Ye, thank you very much. I will write down your loyalty to the imperial court. I will definitely report to the prince when I return to Beijing."

The remaining 50 yuan was naturally delivered to Ye Zuwen through HSBC on the same day. As for the arms, they were exchanged for German ships at the dock, and then they were transported down the river to Zhang Xun in Huaibei by canal.

As for how much pure blood of revolutionaries will be stained on these weapons in the end, that is not something Wang Zhenyu has to consider.He even comforted himself, if the blood of the revolutionaries did not shed much, how could the red flag be dyed red.

Hope to get rich, Wang Zhenyu is in a very good mood during this time, everyone is smiling, and the whole camp can clearly feel the warmth of spring, even though it is snowing heavily in Hanyang at the moment.

A few days later, although the weather was a bit colder, Wang Zhenyu, who had made a fortune, watched his daily life, and his subordinates who were drinking wine had different ideas. It is necessary to train soldiers.After all, these people are my biggest capital and reliance in this era. There is nothing wrong with cultivating more capital, and although there is no direction for the next road, the strength of the army in hand is related to me. Wang Zhenyu is clear about how far he can go in this era.

He did what he said and immediately convened a meeting of officers of the whole battalion.

"What? No way!" Yang Wangui and the others couldn't close their mouths in surprise.

At the officer meeting just now, Wang Zhenyu issued a very clear order for the so-called winter training:

five kilometers every morning

Morning cohort and military subject training

Afternoon cultural class

Every five days, a forty-mile march is carried out.

Holding this winter training plan, which seemed a bit whimsical to everyone, the team members were completely stunned.

This time, even Yang Wangui, a sycophant, took the lead in protesting: "Wang Guandai, the fighting has stopped now, can you see how many militia troops in our adjacent defense area are still doing exercises? You want to do exercises, our brother There's nothing to say, it's only natural for a soldier to eat food. But look at your drill, it's very good, and the brothers below will most likely have a dispute."

Song Xianfu followed up and shouted: "That's right, that's right, Wang Guandai, let's not talk about these running and marching old Song, we soldiers are meant to endure hardship, but you see that there are also cultural classes here, those big-headed soldiers under us None of them can read, you force them to take culture classes, don't you make them suffer?..."

Several teams are talking about moving Wang Zhenyu from later generations, and the winter training plan they are very proud of is worthless.

Wang Zhenyu, who originally wanted to pretend to be magnanimous to discuss with everyone, turned from red to white, then white to purple, and then from purple to black, and finally couldn't bear it anymore. Wang Zhenyu slapped the table angrily: "You, you, you , and you all get the hell out of here. If anyone dares to object again, those who don’t want to participate in the winter training will take off their military uniforms and bare buttocks and go back to Hunan. My army won’t accept this man. Get out. !"

Seeing that Guan Dao really got angry, the team leaders ran out of the battalion headquarters in fright.The army is not a place to talk about democracy. Now that the boss has made a decision, how can everyone dare to say anything? Well, go back to each team and prepare to kill those big soldiers.

From this day onwards, the officers and soldiers of the Second Battalion of the First Association of the First Division of the Hunan Aid Army stepped back to the old society.Every morning before the rooster crowed, the officers frantically pulled them out of bed with sticks and forced them to run for five kilometers first.By the way, there is also a special regulation that the last one does not have breakfast and will be punished for falling behind.In such a cold day, the lungs were cold when we took a breath after running, and the stinging soldiers all gritted their teeth with hatred, and secretly greeted the female relatives of Duizheng and Tanmu's family.

After breakfast, everything was not over yet. First, I honestly stood in the playground for half an hour.Then there is military training, shooting, bayonet fighting, hand-to-hand combat, anyway, there are new tricks every day, until lunch, after half a month, the soldiers are all exhausted from the tossing, and their bodies are all bruised and purple. There is neither thick nor rough.

However, according to the general opinion of the officers and soldiers of the whole battalion, the above-mentioned things are relatively happy, because such a large amount of training is not paid in vain. Three meals a day, there is meat every meal, the portion is not enough, and there is a small drink from time to time. Let everyone drink a few cups to keep warm. This should be kept in the hometown, even small landlords may not be able to eat so well.Oh, by the way, everyone still remembers to take care of adults while eating meat.

The most tragic thing is after lunch, cultural class.

This time it's not just the soldiers, the officers are all about to cry!

Although the 49th mark belongs to the new army, the Hunan new army trained relatively late. From the fact that Wang Zhenyu, who graduated from a Hunan army primary school, can be awarded the team, we can see what the cultural level of the Hunan new army is.

The cultural level of the Hunan New Army is not at the same level as that of the Hubei New Army, which owns the Army's No. [-] Middle School.Before the revolution, Yang Wangui and other troops were still platoon leaders, and they were all transferred from the old army. The biggest characteristic of such officers is that they are proud of being uneducated.In Wang Zhenyu's view, any army can indeed form combat power within a certain period of time by using military law, patriarchal clan and other systems as bonds, but such combat power is difficult to last for a long time.If an army wants to maintain its combat effectiveness for a long time, it must be thoughtful and educated. Specifically, it must know why to fight?So cultural education is essential.In a word, Wang Zhenyu insisted that an army without culture has no future.

After lunch, there was a half-hour rest, and then Ma Xicheng or Zhao Dongsheng tapped the bottom of the washbasin with a stick: "The whole battalion is assembled, and the battalion commander is giving a lecture to everyone."

When the officers and soldiers of the battalion heard the voice of Ma Xicheng or Zhao Dongsheng, it was as if they had seen a life-threatening talisman. All of them were pale, their limbs were weak, and some exaggerated and even cried bitterly: "Kill me, I would rather die than go." Attend class.

Wang Zhenyu's answer to this is very clear, you have to take the class before you die.

Because there is no professional teacher, this cultural class is taught by Wang Zhenyu alone.

Due to the lack of teaching materials, the cultural class has largely become a water blowing class for Wang Zhenyu alone, which made Wang Zhenyu, who was almost a teacher in a university in later generations, feel a sense of self-fulfillment.

As for the content of the culture class, it is roughly history class, war history class and patriotism education class.But at the very beginning stage, there was only one course, the word recognition class, which taught everyone to recognize a word every day, and made everyone silently write the next day. If they couldn't, it would be a tragedy.But the most common situation is that if you continue to teach the [-] characters, you will forget half of them on the first day, remember a few on the second day, and forget all of them on the third day.These idiots were so angry that Wang Zhenyu vomited blood, wishing to beat them to death with sticks.

"You, 100 push-ups, you can't finish dinner, there's nothing left, go now...!" Wang Zhenyu is like a large hair dryer at this time, blowing all the officers and soldiers of the second battalion upside down, even the officers of the team are not spared .Whenever it was time to silently write, Song Xianfu and Hao Bing scratched their ears and scratched their cheeks like monkeys, terribly anxious, and glanced in the direction of Yang Wangui from time to time.

This is why the officers and soldiers heard that going to class is the same as dying their own father.

The above is the Hanyang training that was repeatedly touted by historians and said to have turned a new page in history.

Through the training, the tactical awareness and military quality of the whole battalion have generally improved, which also laid the foundation for Wang Zhenyu's future military expansion.But for the participants of the training, it was a painful memory that could not be recalled. . .

In a blink of an eye, almost a month has passed since the first meeting.

Over there, Wang Zhenyu drilled the officers and soldiers of the second battalion desperately, and the business here is also progressing very smoothly.

Ye Zuwen is indeed a capable person in the market, because most of the import business has come to a standstill during the war.And Ye Zuwen, who is long-sleeved and good at dancing, personally went to Shanghai Hanyeping Coal and Iron Factory and Mine Co., Ltd., met some key people, stayed with him after a while, and sent out red envelopes one by one, and quickly opened up the joints.Therefore, it was sold at a very good price, 800 million yuan for two sets of equipment.Although it was 200 million less than the original contract signed by Ruicheng, it was 0 thousand more than Wang Zhenyu expected.Wang Zhenyu did not break his promise, and 160 million yuan was given to Ye Zuwen as a reward for the cooperation. As for the remaining 640 million yuan, 600 million yuan was deposited by Wang Zhenyu in HSBC Bank, and the other 40 yuan was proposed by Wang Zhenyu for his own use.

It costs money to carry out training. With such a large amount of exercise, there is no good wine and good meat to serve, and [-] meters a day. How can you let the brothers persist in this cold winter.

Now that he has a huge sum of money in his hands, Wang Zhenyu feels more at ease than ever. You must know that Wang Zhenyu's life ideal in later generations is to count money until his hands cramp. 40 yuan, according to the 13-year price standard of later generations, that is more than 44 million yuan. ([-] silver dollars for [-] catties of flour, do the math yourself.)

The most unclear thing in this world is probably the fate of people.Ye Zuwen, who was already on the verge of bankruptcy and was waiting to watch the fun and jokes, came back to life overnight, and became a tycoon in the Hankou Concession, feeling very proud of himself.Ye Zuwen also took advantage of the turbulent situation to buy and buy properties everywhere, and the extent of his extravagant spending has made many people envy and hate him.

So when facing Wang Zhenyu, Ye Zuwen was not only grateful but also grateful.His gratitude was no less than that of the second generation, and Ye Zuwen didn't think too much about it except taking care of Wang Zhenyu's business.