On June 20, at the foot of Mount Mang, the shouts of sergeants' drills got louder and louder than ever.
At noon, Sima Yue arrived with his shogunate staff. Three thousand people shouted in unison, making Sima Yue, who was brewing a war, laugh happily.
The military spirit can be used, the military spirit can be used!
Mi Huang, Shao Xun, He Lun and Wang Bing stood beside Sima Yue with respectful expressions.
Sima Yue's eyes passed over the four people one by one.
Mi Huang leads the troops well and can be assigned important tasks.
He Lun is diligent and conscientious in everything he does and can be trusted.
Wang Bing is not showy, but he often practices martial arts hard and is motivated.
Shao Xun, a member of the brave generals, often brings great surprises to himself. He still remembered Sima Ying's dark face that day, haha, it was so relieved.
These four are all rare talents, and they must be put to great use in the future.
"Here comes someone." Sima Yue suddenly shouted.
Dai Yuan, who was serving the military consultation ceremony, came over with a tray in his hand.
Sima Yue took off the silk covering it, and it turned out to be seals from two parties.
He took out one side first, looked at it, handed it to Mi Huang, and said, "From now on, you will be the lieutenant of Donghai Kingdom."
"Thank you, King Jianba." Mi Huang took the seal respectfully and held it tightly in his hand.
Sima Yue nodded with satisfaction, then took the other party's seal, handed it to Shao Xun, and said: "You were promoted to be filial and honest last month, and now Lieutenant Sima has also been appointed. Keep the seal."
"Thank you, King Jianba." Shao Xun took it steadily.
Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he saw the engraving: "Lieutenant Sima of the East China Sea Kingdom" - the specific model can refer to the "Lieutenant Sima of the Langya Kingdom" seal unearthed in Nanjing.
"You can be considered a scholar now." Sima Yue was in a good mood and couldn't help but say a few more words: "The world is abuzz today, and there are many places to use it. If you can fight hard and accumulate six hundred stones, you will be able to honor your ancestors and so on." It’s just idle business.”
"I will obey the king's order." Shao Xun replied.
In fact, strictly speaking, he is not a scholar.
In a situation like his, if someone promoted Xiaolian to become an official, if any of his sons or grandchildren continue to reach his level, the old Shao family of Donghai can barely be called a humble family. That's it, you have to be judged by the county magistrate. If you don't judge, you are not. At most, you can be considered powerful.
This is actually the plight of local tycoons in many places today.
Some families obviously had a lot of land and tribes, surpassing the gentry with smaller family fortunes, but they had no political status or family status, so they could only be called "rich people" instead of "scholars".
The Mi family in the late Eastern Han Dynasty was in this kind of predicament, otherwise they would not have funded Liu Bei with a lot of money to take a chance.
Today, the situation in the world is collapsing. The influence of family status is getting smaller and smaller, and the influence of hard power (land, population, money and food) is increasing. For the vast number of powerful and wealthy businessmen without background, it is a rare opportunity to get ahead.
Shao Xun vaguely remembered that during the Southern and Northern Dynasties, many local tycoons served as building owners or even military leaders, leading their tribes to fight for their respective courts, probably to enhance their family status and seize local power.
Sima Yue should hope that Shao Xun would sacrifice his life for his Sima family for the sake of his personal future and even his family's fortune.
Okay, great, your idea is good, but I would rather see Jin Ting collapse and break the caste ceiling.
"Your Majesty, the drill has begun." Wang Cheng, the lieutenant in charge, came over and reported.
"Oh? I want to take a closer look." Sima Yue laughed, walked to the front of the high platform, leaned on the railing and looked out.
Wang Cheng took a step behind and glanced at Shao Xun.
Shao Xun didn't squint his eyes and seemed unaware.
Being a Zhonglang is considered a senior staff member, and his status is higher than joining the army. He is paid according to the standard of an official of 600 shi.
Gou Xi was Sima Yi's lieutenant.
Shao Xun felt that there were complicated emotions in Wang Cheng's eyes. Maybe he still remembered how he had received several old punches? Have you never been humiliated like this in your life?
Shao Xun laughed secretly in his heart.
He is numb now. Sima Yue is always recruiting surrenders and rebels. If he can, he will recruit all the people who have experienced my old fist to see if I am afraid. grass!
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In the hunting wind, three thousand soldiers from the upper and lower armies stood in a row, holding bows, spears, swords and shields.
It still looks decent.
But this is an illusion, and it will be chaotic when walking. After all, quite a few of them have only trained for less than five months.
Shao Xun was quite impressed by this.
At the beginning, except for those with military experience, it was difficult for the newcomers to distinguish between left and right, and I don’t know how many whips he received.
At that time, during the training queue, someone was about to be beaten almost as soon as he took a step.
After a month of training, walking 20 steps will become chaotic.
After three months of training, walking fifty steps will become chaotic.
Now after five months of training, I can walk fifty steps without getting messed up, but I still need to stop and realign myself.
"Dong dong dong..." The drum sound suddenly sounded, attracting everyone's attention.
Sima Yue stood against the wind, building a pergola with his hands.
Mi Huang, He Lun, Wang Bing, Wang Dao, Liu Qia, Dai Yuan, Wang Cheng and newcomer Yu Liang stood behind, trying their best to keep their eyes wide open as they looked at the arena.
Two thousand people from He Lun's tribe formed a small square array in units of buildings, on the left.
Wang Bing's tribe of a thousand people is on the right.
There are two hundred steps in between.
At this time, the drums sounded and the two armies began to move towards each other.
Both sides did not use crossbows, but held the spear shafts with the heads removed. They walked slowly at first, and after dozens of steps, as the rhythm of the drums changed, they began to run quickly.
The leading officers from both sides kept shouting to boost morale.
The effect on the army's side did not seem to be very good, and the sergeants who were born in Luoyang City made a lot of noise.
The soldiers of the lower army shouted in unison. Let's not talk about the combat effectiveness. The shouts of killing were indeed very loud and seemed to have particularly high morale.
"Dong dong dong..." The rhythm of the drum changed again.
Both sides subconsciously speeded up their pace.
The upper army's Middle Eastern navy was accelerating forward, but the Luoyang people were slow in their movements, and their formation was a little out of touch.
The soldiers in the lower army had ferocious faces, as if they were looking at the enemy who killed their father.
Close, very close.
Under the command of the officer, the sergeants leveled their spears one after another.
Amidst the exciting drumbeats, he quickened his pace, used all his strength, and shouted: "Kill!"
The spear stabbed straight away.
An obvious depression immediately appeared in the military formation on the opposite side.
The depression grew larger and deeper, and finally turned into a huge cavity.
The army collapsed...
The idle people in Luoyang were the first to be frightened and ran away.
The Donghai soldiers wanted to resist for a while, but were quickly led away and ran away.
Two thousand people collapsed just like that.
In a battle between rookies, the winner is decided. There is no soul-stirring repetitive entanglement, it is so straightforward.
The new wind blows strongly, and the flags are flying.
Sima Yue was dumbfounded.
He Lun was blushing and ashamed.
Wang Bing looked complicated and sighed secretly.
Mi Huang's face is radiant and glorious.
Director Wang's face was gloomy, with a hint of annoyance.
Liu Qia was stunned and at a loss.
Yu Liang had a genuine expression on his face, and the sixteen-year-old boy even looked at Shao Xun with some admiration.
Thousands of people have different faces and thoughts.
"Bang!" Sima Yue slapped the table harder, not knowing whether he was excited or angry.
No one dared to speak and just waited silently.
"I have a thousand officers and men in the army, and I will give you two pieces of silk." After a while, Sima Yue finally spoke.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward." Wang Bing stepped forward and responded loudly.
"Zi Hui, can the army fight like this?" Sima Yue asked with an ugly expression after he came to his senses.
He Lun lowered his head, a little worried, a little angry, and a little scared. He just hoped that Sikong wouldn't notice him.
"Back to your Majesty, the army can still defend the city..." Mi Huang only said half a sentence.
"Where's the field battle?" Sima Yue asked. After asking, he didn't let Mi Huang answer. Instead, he gave He Lun a sharp look and completed it himself: "The field battle will most likely collapse at the first touch."
"No -" Sima Yue, who was extremely disappointed, even began to think: "I'm afraid they will collapse during the march."
He Lun's face was as red as a monkey's butt, but he didn't dare to say anything.
When you are being beaten, don't talk nonsense, otherwise you will only get beaten harder.
"It's just that I lost to the Ye soldiers. They have been on the battlefield after all. But there are also new soldiers in the lower army, and their number is smaller than yours. They were defeated as soon as they fought. What else is there to say? Can I still take you to the battlefield? ?" Sima Yue said angrily.
"Plop!" He Lun knelt down directly and said: "This servant is incompetent, please punish Sikong."
Wang Bing sighed.
He couldn't describe the feeling in his heart. He always felt that having Shao Xun as his subordinate, even if it gave him some face, there was no happiness at all and it was just a nightmare.
You hit He Lun in the face, so why didn’t you hit me in the face?
"Your Majesty, General He has worked hard and achieved great results. It is not appropriate for him to be deeply blamed."
"Your Majesty, General He is loyal and loyal. This is priceless."
"Your Majesty, General He..."
The staff tried to persuade Sima Yue to calm down a little.
"Your Majesty, the time for the formation of the Kingdom's troops is too short, and they still need to be vigorously trained." After the senior staff spoke one after another, Dongge Jijiu Yu Liang stepped forward and said: "Luoyang is very important. If there is no trustworthy Wu garrison, , it may be difficult to stabilize, and the soldiers at the front are not interested in fighting. The royal army can stay in Luoyang to protect the crown prince, the princess, and the families of the Forbidden Army officers and soldiers. "
The anger on Sima Yue's face gradually dissipated.
Yes, Luoyang is his current hometown and is very important.
Once there is a mistake, his wife and children will be captured by others, where will he put his face? Especially for the princess, he couldn't imagine what would happen to the Pei family if she fell into Zhang Fang's hands.
There are also family members of the Forbidden Army. Once they are harmed by Zhang Fang's people, will they blow up the camp when they are fighting at the front?
In short, Luoyang must not make any mistakes, and must send trustworthy generals to stay behind.
After his eyes flickered for a while, he looked at Mi Huang.
The number one general in Yue Prefecture can only be him.
Others, mostly new ones, he didn't trust.
"Before the Northern Expedition, we must deal with Shi Chao first. I have left my words here. Anyone who is half-hearted and refuses to advance will be killed." After saying that, he pulled Mi Huang and whispered: "Zi Hui, Gu Let you be the 'Supervisor of Luoyang' and watch out for my future."
The country has a dynasty system, and the highest military officers sent to various places have various titles.
The commander oversees the armies at the top, oversees the armies at the secondary level, and supervises the armies at the bottom.
Keeping the festival is the top, holding the festival is the second, and false festival is the bottom.
Mi Huang was supposed to be "supervising Luoyang's guards", but he was not disciplined, so he had no right to kill officials and generals who contradicted him.
Generally speaking, Dudu, Jian, and Du can all be called "Dudu" because they are all responsible for the military affairs of a place.
However, there are still specific differences. That is, those who do not have the rank of general (Anping, Sizheng Town) as governor can only be called "supervisor" or "supervisor".
The governor is a local position, while the general is a central position. Serving as a governor with the rank of general is a means for the central government to intervene in the local area.
Mi Huang's official position was too low, and he was not even qualified to "supervise Luoyang's guards", so he could only be a "supervisor".
He is simply a weak governor.
But Mi Huang was still very excited and immediately agreed.
Sikong entrusted his future to me. This is such a trust. I must devote myself to it until death.
Just when Mi Huang was moved by himself, Sima Yue sighed and said in a lower voice: "If Luoyang can keep the rules, leave if you can't. Take the princess and the prince with you and retreat to the East China Sea. If the situation is urgent, abandon the princess. Just protect the prince."
"No." Mi Huang responded with his heart trembling.
Sikong was worried that if Yecheng could not be attacked quickly and the stalemate lasted for a long time, Luoyang would not be able to withstand Zhang Fang.
But when I leave, won’t you also be defeated in the front?
Don’t think deeply about this issue, just do your own work first.
If you get the chance, it would be better for everyone to sit down together and discuss it.
"In ten days and a half, I will take action." When he said this, Sima Yue's voice was very low, and his expression was a bit hesitant and struggling, but in the end it became fierce.
He had been a child for so long and had enough.
Life is only a few decades long, but he doesn’t know if there will ever be a day when he can feel proud and proud. He doesn’t want to wait any longer.
