Scumbag Training Manual

Chapter 134 The Centurion

Pei Jing was taken aback. The centurion can have at least one hundred people under his command. Moreover, promotion is a good thing after all.

He hastily bowed and saluted and said: "Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for your promotion. The villain will definitely live up to your expectations."

With a smile in his eyes, Zhang Jian nodded and said, "Young man, do a good job. After you make some military achievements, it will be easy for you to be a commander, a lieutenant, and so on. I am very optimistic about you!"

Pei Jing hastily expressed his gratitude again.

Zhang Jian urged him a few more words, and then asked him to go back to the camp first, and a letter of appointment would be issued later.

Pei Jing walked out of the gate of the government office, feeling a bit dazed and excited.

He had only been a soldier for a few months, and he was actually a centurion.

This centurion is a position that many people can hardly climb up in their lifetime!
Pei Jing bent his lips and clenched his fists tightly. No matter what, he must stay in this position and fight on!

After leaving Fuya, turn another street, the left side is the direction back to the barracks, and the right side is the way home.

Pei Jing stood blankly at the intersection, deeply troubled in his heart.

I have been away from home for several months, and now I am close at hand, can't I go home and take a look?

How are the parents?
Miaoer, are you still going to the wounded barracks every day?

Miss you so much!
Pei Jing clenched his fists hard, trying to control himself.

There are regulations in the army that if you go home without permission, you will be severely punished and treated as a deserter.

Pei Jing took a deep breath, turned around resolutely and strode towards the barracks.

Even if he wants to go home, he has to go back in a dignified, open and aboveboard manner, and even in a good manner.

At this time, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the cold moonlight shone on Pei Jing's body, making him look so tall and straight.

At this moment, the once playful boy has grown up.

Using kerosene to prevent the enemy from attacking the city in Mo country is a good method, but the consumption is huge and astonishing.

Even if the people in the city donated enthusiastically and sent most of the clear oil used by the family to the military camp, in just a few days, it was almost consumed.

The city wall is full of oily patches, scorched black and smelly.

But at this moment, Zhang Jian's face was a little ugly.

The Mo people besieged Yunzhou City for so many days, not only the kerosene, bows and arrows, and various weapons were worn out, but even the recruits who had just been recruited were just ordinary people. Most of them were used to holding hoes and pens. After the swords and guns entered the battlefield, their strength was far behind that of the ferocious and brutal Mo people.

Almost half of the [-] recruits recruited died, and the remaining less than [-] recruits and about [-] veterans are the remaining combat forces today.

What bothered Zhang Jian and Cao Dacheng the most was the supply of food and grass.

According to the current rate of consumption, I am afraid that if we persist for about ten days at most, the city will run out of food.

Zhang Jian's thick black eyebrows were almost twisted into an unresolved knot, and he said to Cao Dacheng in a deep voice: "Starting tomorrow, the food portion of all soldiers in the army will be halved, including you and me and the whole family."

Cao Dacheng murmured: "Now the food in the army is already half of what it was before the war. If it is reduced, the soldiers will not be able to eat enough, so how can they go to war?"

Zhang Jian shook his head and said: "Our purpose now, apart from self-protection, is to wait until the reinforcements from the imperial court arrive. If the reinforcements are still not available before then, and the whole city runs out of food, then we don't need Mo people to attack the city. We ourselves will starve to death. So on the one hand, we have to halve the food share of the soldiers in the army, and on the other hand, we have to go to various places in the city to collect food, so that we can persist."

Cao Dacheng was silent for a long while, then sighed, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

On the second day, the notice of danger was distributed all over the city, hoping that the people in the city would actively donate oil, rice, and all edible items, as well as weapons, and there would be another conscription.

The mood of the people in the whole city suddenly became unstable. In just one month of fighting, almost [-] to [-] people died. Now the whole city is full of white flags. cry.

The war is tragic, and no one is lucky, but everyone has no idea now. I am afraid that in the end, the people will die and the rice will be exhausted, but the city will still be destroyed. So what should I do? manage?
Many people began to complain in their hearts, why they did not leave Yunzhou City earlier, no matter what, if they had left earlier, they would not have ended up in the current situation.

One who has such an idea is the Wang family who lives in Pei's house.

Since the notices were posted all over the city, Mrs. Wang couldn't stand it anymore.

A few days ago, Pei Songde almost sent the only clear oil left at home to the military camp, and today he brought a few bags of rice noodles to the military camp.

Although she doesn't know how much food is left in the Pei family, but the family is so big, she has seen all the places where there is room for food. Except for a bag of rice and half a bag of millet in the kitchen, there is no more food in the house. Anything edible.

Since the oil was cut off at home, all food has been boiled. Although there are seasonings, after all, there is a lack of oil and water.

Now that there is a lot of chaos, almost all the rice, oil, and vegetable stalls on the street are closed.Even if there are still one or two open, the price is sky-high.

Wang sipped half a bowl of millet porridge in a smug manner, looking at the only small plate of boiled vegetables on the table, which was grown in his own yard, and the expression on his face was extremely ugly.

After finally eating, Mrs. Wang found Pei Xinlai quietly, and whispered: "Old man, let's go quickly! Yunzhou City may not last for a few days, we can't wait to die here! Songde and his wife have a son I can’t bear to leave in the barracks, so what are we doing here!”

Pei Xinglai smoked a pipe, frowned and said, "Where can we go? We are all at this age, even if we can leave the city, I'm afraid we won't be able to go for a few miles!"

Wang said angrily, "Are we just waiting to die here?"

Pei Xing took a look outside, and pondered: "After fighting for so long, the imperial court should send troops here. Yunzhou City is the main city that invaded the imperial capital, and the emperor will not give up this big city."

He glanced at Mrs. Wang indifferently, "You, please be patient and wait. There are still so many people in the city, even if you are going to die, you will not be the only one. Could it be that your life is more precious than others? No way? At any rate, he is almost seventy, even if he dies, it will not be a loss."

Wang Shi was so angry that he couldn't speak, threw off his sleeves and left angrily.

Pei Xinglai looked at the blue sky above his head, and let out a dull sigh.

(End of this chapter)