Ming Dynasty: My father Yongle, Forever Reigns Over Mountains and Rivers

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Xishan Military Camp.

Zhu Gaoxu sat on the high platform and looked at the brand-new 7,000 young troops below the stage, showing a pleased smile.

Although he, the Prince of Han, was not permanently stationed in Xishan to supervise the special training of young army officers, instructors such as Lei Xiong and Jinyi guards such as Nie Xing strictly followed the training outline.

In just a few months, the original ragtag group had completely changed their appearance.

Zhu Gaoxu saw a trace of future soldiers in their uniform movements!

that's enough!

While he was thinking about it, Lei Xiong brought over a list.

Your Majesty, according to your instructions, the young army recruit battalion is divided into five regiments. This is the list of generals and officers above the battalion commander.

The selection and appointment of these generals are all recommended by the soldiers, and then assessed by the instructors before they are actually appointed...

The promotion of young army recruits is very strict. They must be recommended by lower-level officers and then undergo assessment by the instructors.

This means that among the young army recruits, no matter their origin, family background or qualifications!

If you want to climb up and become a young army general, you must not only win the support of the soldiers at the bottom, but also get the assessment and approval of the instructors!

Taisun's young army has a total of more than 7,000 people, which is exactly the strength of a brigade, and is divided into five corps.

Zhu Gaoxu took a look at the list and immediately burst into laughter.

Among the five leaders of the new recruits, Zhu Zhanji and Zhu Zhanhe directly occupied two seats, as well as Guo Sheng, the son of Guo Liang, the Marquis of Cheng'an, Chen Zhao, the son of Chen Mao, the Marquis of Ningyang, and Cao Longxiang, a boy from a poor family with no background.

Among the five group leaders, two were from noble families, two were from noble families, and only one was from a poor family.

In fact, there is nothing that can be done about it. In this era, one's origin determines everything.

Zhu Gaoxu believed that Lei Xiong and other instructors did not engage in malpractice for personal gain, but strictly followed the military regulations of the Young Army.

But compared with the children of noble families, children from poor families are naturally much shorter.

For example, if it weren't for Cao Longxiang, who was fighting his way through a bloody path, if it weren't for his naturally tall and strong physique, he would be far inferior to dudes like Guo Sheng in terms of physical training alone.

He has been well clothed and well-fed since he was a child, but his temper is a bit frivolous and dissolute. After entering the young army and receiving special training, his physical fitness is far better than that of ordinary soldiers.

After all, these ordinary soldiers rarely eat meat once a day, so how can they be compared?

Moreover, no matter how incompetent the noble children were in the past, their knowledge and vision were always there. Even most of the noble children were literate, which was a major shortcoming of ordinary soldiers.

Thinking about it, Zhu Gaoxu couldn't help but sigh.

Class differentiation has existed since ancient times.

These children from ordinary people's homes can't even feed themselves, so how can we expect them to be literate?

After the simple drill, there was silence on the school grounds.

The seven thousand young troops stood in military posture, no one moved randomly, and they were all waiting for the King of Han to lecture.

Zhu Gaoxu stood up slowly, holding the list of generals and assistants in his hand, and shouted loudly: My sons, after four months of special training, I finally saw some results.

However, this list of generals and assistants does surprise me.

Perhaps you yourself know that most of the generals on this list are descendants of nobles!

As soon as these words came out, the officers and soldiers of the three armies immediately started talking about it.

Although they know some things in their hearts, once they are put on the table, it becomes uncomfortable.

There were only 100 noble disciples among the 7,000 young troops. This huge 70:1 numerical difference was in front of us, but in the end, this was the result.

This number is too astonishing.

Zhu Gaoxu looked around with a cold face and shouted loudly: The instructors are willing to guarantee the fairness of this list with their lives!

That means the problem lies with you!

The list of generals and subordinates is fair and impartial, which only proves that the problem lies with the soldiers themselves.

Perhaps you have many reasons, such as physical fitness and vision!

But, after entering this Western Mountain, all of you have the same starting point, the same food and the same accommodation. What reason do you have for not working hard? Are you willing to bow to others?

Facing the stern scolding from His Highness the King of Han, all the soldiers lowered their heads.

It is true that, including the first month of adaptation, their food, clothing, housing and transportation have been the same for the past four months without any distinction.

If that's the case, why is it that he is not the one who becomes the general?

I have said that recruits in the Young Army do not depend on their background, family background, or qualifications. As long as you are willing to endure hardships, you will get ahead!

But the performance of some of you is really disappointing. Seven thousand to one hundred, the majority of the generals and subordinates are still taken advantage of. Don't you feel a little bit guilty in your hearts?

The huge difference in numbers is enough to make people blush and feel ashamed.

Among the crowd, a burly man stood out, with a thick, black face and an unusually tall body. He was Cao Longxiang, the leader of the new corps.

After listening to His Highness the King of Han's words, Cao Longxiang couldn't help but sigh.

If he hadn't been born with extraordinary arm strength and relied on his brute force to fight his way out and win the position of captain, I'm afraid he would have been scolded by Prince Han today.

Seven thousand to one hundred, the noble children accounted for the majority, which only means that they, the poor children, are not living up to expectations!

White noodles, steamed buns and rice are served every day, and from time to time there is a little broth to improve the food. Where else in the world can you find such generous treatment?

But what Cao Longxiang is more concerned about is his future future.

This is Taisun Youjun, the private army of the future Emperor of the Ming Dynasty!

As long as you continue to persevere, you may not be able to become a prince or a general and fight on the battlefield in the future!

Not far away from him, on a horizontal line, Zhu Zhanhe, the crown prince of the Han Dynasty, had a twitching face.

He was forcibly thrown to the Xishan Military Camp by his father to receive special training. Not only did he not say that the girl he loved was missing, he had to be tortured to death all day long. Where could he go to reason?

Fortunately, Zhu Zhanhe is not an incompetent person like the Prince of Zhao Zhu Zhanhe. After a few days of adapting, he immediately showed his abilities and won unanimous support from his teammates. He started from the platoon leader step by step and became a captain in just three months. Head of the group.

In fact, Zhu Zhanhe was holding a breath in his heart. When the Jinyi Guards were tracking down Jingnan's orphan, he could beat Zhu Zhanji. Now that he came to Xishan Military Camp, the two of them started from the same starting point, and he, Zhu Zhanhe, could also beat him!

Not far to his right, Zhu Zhanji was also in a daze.

Is the three months of hard training finally coming to an end?

Counting the first month of the adaptation period, he has not been back to the Prince's Mansion in the East Palace for four full months. He eats and lives with these young army soldiers all day long, and accepts the weird and abnormal special training from his second uncle. Unknowingly, Four months have passed.

Thinking about it, Zhu Zhanji couldn't help but smile.

It wasn't until this moment that he truly understood why his second uncle beat him so violently that day.

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight!

He, Zhu Zhanji, is the future Son of Heaven!

His life is destined to be anything but ordinary, let alone have any stains!

Among all the dragons and grandsons, he was the most favored among his peers and won the favor of the emperor.

When he arrived at the Xishan Military Camp, he also wanted to defeat the others and be the first!

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