The Golden County Magistrate

"Sir, what's wrong? Are you in trouble?" Lu Qing'er asked curiously.

There aren't many things that can make Chen Yan sigh.

"Nothing, this letter was sent by He Dun from Wuyin."

"It says that the court has approved Zhao Changhe's retirement and sent court officials to Wuyin to examine He Dun's qualifications."

"If it passes, He Dun will be the prefect of Longzhou."

Chen Yan said.

Lu Qing'er opened her beautiful eyes wide: "Isn't this a good thing? Why are you sighing, sir?"

Chen Yan threw the letter on the table and sighed: "I'm not sighing about the content of this letter, but the letter itself."

Lu Qing'er was even more puzzled: "Qing'er doesn't understand..."

Chen Yan smiled and hugged her into his arms: "You don't need to understand, this matter, I'll worry about it. You just need to serve the sir, hey!"

This letter reminded him of a problem that had been bothering him for a long time.

That is remote communication.

Without cell phones or telephones, the timeliness of information transmission in the Great Zhou Dynasty has always been very poor.

Carrier pigeons are the fastest means of delivering messages, but pigeons are not easy to train and can be easily shot down, causing information leaks.

Relying on human power, such as riding a horse, is extremely inefficient.

For example, it takes two hours to get from Wuyin to Qingshan County at the fastest.

And the amount of information that can be transmitted by beacon smoke is too small, and more complex information cannot be transmitted at all.

What's more, beacon smoke is too obvious and easy to cause trouble.

If it's not good, the court will think he is rebelling.

For example, from the capital to Qingshan County, each one-way trip takes half a day or even longer, and a round trip takes a day.

It would be great if a convenient communication method could be developed.

Chen Yan and Lu Qing'er were affectionate for a while, then they tidied their clothes, left the county government, got on the carriage, and went to the Nafu Camp.

Along the way, he thought about it, but this problem is difficult to solve in a short time. Ideas alone are useless, and the technology must keep up.

And the improvement of technology is limited by materials, which is really the most difficult part to improve.

At this moment, he has not even broken through the technical difficulties of firearms, let alone high-precision communications!

All the way to Nafu Camp, he has no idea.

Chen Yan temporarily put aside his worries, got off the carriage, and asked: "Where is the sergeant?"

A sergeant hurriedly reported: "The sergeant is training the new brothers in the martial arts training ground!"

Chen Yan nodded and went straight to the martial arts training ground.

For different training, he set up different training facilities in Nafu Camp.

The martial arts training ground is poured with cement, mainly used to practice boxing, kicking, swords, and single-soldier combat, as well as various related skills teaching.

Almost all the training programs in Nafu Camp are designed by Chen Yan.

All these things of his were learned from the Internet in his previous life. At that time, he was particularly interested in special forces. He not only watched all kinds of movies and TV dramas, but also looked up a lot of professional information, which came in handy now.

When he arrived at the martial arts school, he saw hundreds of recruits sitting together, all with their legs crossed, but their upper bodies sitting straight.

Occasionally, some people couldn't hold on and bent down to relax their waist muscles, but they soon sat up again.

Chen Yan glanced at everyone and nodded secretly.

The quality of this batch of recruits is very high. Biaozi really has a good eye for selecting people.

Many seemingly random movements in the Nafu Camp have strict requirements, such as the current cross-legged sitting method, which not only trains patience, but also trains the core strength of the waist and abdomen.

These recruits can have such good self-discipline, which is much better than the veterans when the Nafu Camp was just established.

"I give up!"

The recruits formed a large circle of about ten feet in radius, and a voice came from inside at this time.

"Admit it!"

Another voice sounded immediately.

Chen Yan walked over curiously, stood behind one of the recruits and looked inside, only to see a tall and strong man climbing up from another sturdy man.

Zhang Dabiao stood aside with his arms folded across his chest, looking at them sternly, neither speaking nor interrupting.

The sturdy man climbed up and walked back to sit down.

"I'll do it!"

Another thin man suddenly stood up and strode towards the tall and strong man.

When Chen Yan looked closely, he recognized that it was Wang Yue among the refugees.

At this time, Wang Yue and the thin man saluted each other with fists, then strode forward and fought.

"It turned out to be close combat." Chen Yan understood.

Close combat with bare hands is one of the most basic training. No weapon is as convenient and lethal as the human body's own fists and feet. The "Close Combat Manual" compiled by Chen Yan specifically teaches soldiers how to identify and attack the vital parts of the human body.

It seems that Zhang Dabiao has taught a lot of new recruits these days, and they have all started actual combat training.

Actual combat training has many forms, and the one being carried out at this time is the defense system..

At first, one person was randomly selected to go to the middle, and then the rest of the people waited for someone who was willing to challenge, and one of them came out to challenge the other person.

The winner stayed in the middle and waited for the next person's challenge.

Only after losing, this person went down, and the person who defeated him replaced him and stayed in the middle waiting for others to challenge.

After everyone went up once, the one who defeated the most people could get the winning reward.

At this time, as soon as the two of them fought, it was almost a face-to-face encounter. Wang Yue stepped forward and hooked his leg and shoulder, and then overturned the thin man to the ground, grabbed him, and pressed him to the ground.

"I admit defeat!"

The thin man had no chance to fight back, so he had to admit defeat.

Then, five or six people came forward to challenge Wang Yue, but the result was exactly the same. No one could stand three rounds in front of Wang Yue.

The difference in strength is really obvious.

This person is worthy of having learned boxing and kicking. He has a good foundation and strong strength. He is a talent that can be cultivated.

When Chen Yan was pondering, Wang Yue suddenly said: "Sergeant, it's too slow to come one by one, how about three at the same time?"

Chen Yan couldn't help but smile.

What a big tone!

However, this person does have this kind of strength, but Zhang Dabiao's temper will not allow the new recruits to have such willful behavior.

Biaozi, this kid, likes to suppress those who are too arrogant.

Sure enough, Zhang Dabiao's eyes turned cold and said: "Wang Yue, you have won 32 people in a row, which makes you a little inflated."

Chen Yan couldn't help but be moved.

Good guy, he actually won 32 people in a row? !

You know, people's physical strength is limited. No matter how strong a person is, it is usually good to win more than ten people in a row!

This Wang Yue seems to be not only strong, but also has extraordinary physical strength.

Wang Yue said calmly, "Sergeant, I just want to save some time and finish the job early so that I can move on to the next training."

Zhang Dabiao narrowed his eyes slightly, "Too much confidence is arrogance. You just defeated 32 recruits who have almost no martial arts skills, and you are so arrogant. If time passes, won't you want to ride on my head?"

Wang Yue was startled and said hurriedly, "I dare not!"

Zhang Dabiao suddenly shouted, "Cao Liu! Come here!"