As a military commander in charge of thousands of people, Wang Cheng had his own independent tent in the camp.
Among a bunch of tents, the big tent is very conspicuous, not only because of its location, but more importantly because of its size, because it is not only a place for him to rest, but also a place for official business.
There were two soldiers standing in front of the tent with guns in hand. When they saw Wang Cheng approaching, they immediately saluted.
"grown ups!"
Wang Cheng nodded and was about to start, but stopped again and turned around to ask their names.
"Little Wu Dalong."
"Little Zhou Hang."
Wang Cheng secretly noted down the appearance of the two of them. The taller and older one was Wu Dalong, and the short and darker one was Zhou Hang. They were both in their early twenties.
After chatting with the two for a while, suddenly, a middle-aged man walked out of the big tent.
He is in his forties, has slender eyes, a goatee, and is wearing a green robe. He looks like a scholar.
"Master Chen?" Wang Cheng tried to ask.
During the day, I learned from the mouths of his subordinates that he had a clerk under him who was responsible for managing ordnance, personnel information, food and salary accounting, etc. It was similar to the responsibility of Han Canjun under Zhu Bangguo, and was equivalent to his assistant.
In fact, the Army Sima is an important position in the army. His rank is higher than that of a thousand stones. He leads thousands of soldiers. His superiors are Cheng Xiaowei and Zhonglang General. He is of higher rank than the magistrate of a county and is qualified to be equipped with some assistant officers.
However, after Zhou Zhaowu came to the throne, he attached great importance to military power. He was most taboo about collusion and corruption among generals in the army, so that only generals who led the army independently had complete assistant officers. Even a middle-ranking general like Zhu Bangguo only joined the army, like Military Sima is only assigned one clerk.
This Master Chen is Wang Cheng's clerk. His name is "Jia" and he has been serving the previous Army Sima.
"I can't do it! I can't do it!"
Chen Jia trotted all the way up to Wang Cheng, as if she was really frightened, and bowed and saluted: "I pay my respects to Sima in this humble position."
"Get up! It just so happens that I have something to talk to you about!"
After saying these words, Wang Cheng entered the big tent alone, came to the main seat and sat down.
A book table was placed in front of him, with a stack of books on it, at least ten.
Wang Cheng casually took a book and opened it. The identity information of his subordinates was recorded on it. He knew that this was their roster.
After hurriedly reading a few pages, Chen Jia walked in. Without raising his head, he said: "Mr. Chen, what is the specific number of troops in our department now?"
"Your Excellency currently has two troops, one with about 500 troops, and another with ten troops, totaling about 1,000 troops." Chen Jiadao.
"A thousand or so people?"
Wang Cheng put down the roster in his hand, frowned and said: "In the first year of Zhaowu, the king reorganized the troops. Five people formed a team, and two teams were called Shi Shi. Each ten people had a Shi Shi length, and five Shi Shi were a team. There is a team of fifty people, one hundred captains for every hundred people, a song of five hundred people, and a military lord for each song. Counting the leader army and you and me, our army should have 1,144 people. "
Chen Jia was startled when he heard this, and was about to break out in cold sweat. Isn't this too damn evil?
In such a short time, he didn't even make any calculations, and he actually calculated the whole team clearly!
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile on his face: "Almost! Almost!"
"almost?"
Wang Cheng snorted coldly and said: "How about the same thing when it comes to heads? Is eating with 1,144 mouths the same as eating with 1,000 mouths?"
These two simple sentences scared Chen Jia to the point where he almost knelt down, because these two sentences could not explain each other, but they could pin the label of "greedy on money and salary" on his head.
This is a serious crime of decapitation!
Wang Cheng knew that the heat was almost over, so he stopped beating him and said: "Remember, in the future, numbers must be accurate and must not be ambiguous!"
"Remember the humble position!" Chen Jia said, wiping the sweat beads on his face.
Wang Cheng actually didn't want to do this, but he had to do it. If he didn't take these subordinates for his own use in the shortest time, he didn't know what trouble he would cause in the future.
He put down the roster, took another thin book, read it for a while, and said, "Mr. Chen, what is the salary standard for our department? How much salary should each person receive per month?"
Chen Jia did not dare to be careless this time, and said: "The lower-grade soldiers receive five taels, the middle-class soldiers six taels, the upper-class soldiers receive seven taels, and the upper-class soldiers receive a salary. The rank of a centurion is two hundred. Stone, the rank of a military lord is four hundred stones, my lord, your rank is worth a thousand stones."
Wang Cheng nodded. He actually knew a little about the food and salary standards in the army. He was the captain of Xuanwei under Marquis Ning before, and he had compared the treatment of other armies and Xuanwei.
The two are naturally incomparable. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are one day at a time. The rewards he received for the few missions he did alone would not be earned in a few lifetimes in the army under normal circumstances, even if he risked beheading. The serious crime of embezzling Mo's military pay was impossible even as a Sima of his army, because there wasn't much for him to embezzle.
Wang Cheng asked again: "How are inferior soldiers and superior soldiers divided? Is there a standard?"
He was more interested in this, because it related to the promotion and appointment of soldiers.
Chen Jiadao: "This is actually divided according to personal strength. The first ones with sinews and bones become lower-class soldiers, the ones with smaller sinews and bones become middle-class soldiers, the ones with bigger sinews and bones become higher-class soldiers, and the warriors in the Qi and Blood realm become centurions..."
The army has always been a place where people are tempered. For most soldiers, after one year of being a soldier, their muscles and bones can reach initial maturity. It takes at least three years to reach the initial maturity of muscles and bones, and at least five years to fully mature their muscles and bones.
Wang Cheng tapped his fingers on the desk and said, "So, the strongest people under me are the two military princes, and they are not martial arts masters?"
"Sir, you are joking. In our camp, there are only a few lieutenants and generals who are martial arts masters." Chen Jia laughed awkwardly.
Wang Cheng didn't say much, looked through other books and asked some questions.
One of the things is about food and grass, why there are so many in the camp suddenly.
Chen Jia couldn't explain clearly. He just said, "The general ordered someone to send it."
Wang Cheng suddenly realized that it seemed that the lieutenant really valued him, otherwise he would not be special.
However, it was good that he had food in hand so that he could stabilize people's hearts. Otherwise, the series of shocks in the morning alone would not last long.
The two of them were asking and answering questions, and before they knew it, it was already evening, and people who were half exhausted from the morning were already walking out of the tent one after another.
A group of people stood in the huge camp. There was a large pot in front of each tent. The bonfire was burning brightly below. The broth in the pot was boiling and the fragrance was overflowing.
However, no one dared to move their chopsticks at will, and they were just drooling looking at the pot.
Wang Cheng stood in front of everyone, looked at his sleepy men, and laughed and cursed: "Are you all fucking asleep?"
Only a few answered, and their voices were very low, as if they were not awake.
"Since you haven't slept well, go back to sleep and stop eating!" Wang Cheng suddenly changed his face.
Everyone was shocked and stood up straight, no longer feeling sleepy.
After running so far in the morning, they didn't even eat at noon. If they didn't eat at night, they wouldn't even be able to sleep tonight.
Seeing that everyone finally looked good, Wang Cheng continued to speak: "Do you know why I asked you to run so far?"
No one said anything, but there were naturally some complaints in their hearts.
Although they had marched in a hurry, they had never traveled this far, and in such a short period of time, it was simply not something human beings could do.
"Don't hold it in, are you scolding me in your heart?" Wang Cheng scolded.
"yes!"
Someone finally said something subconsciously, but then realized that he had said it wrong and quickly covered his mouth.
It was okay if he didn't cover it up, but it attracted everyone's attention.
Being stared at by pairs of eyes, his face turned red as if it was on fire, and he wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl into.
Just when everyone was curious about how Wang Cheng would deal with him, they heard Wang Cheng say: "Do you think I am deliberately torturing you and using you as a demonstration?"
No one said anything, but they basically thought so in their hearts.
"I know that, you must think so!"
Wang Cheng smiled, and then said: "I'm just telling you, it's really not the case!"
Seeing that everyone still didn't believe it, he asked: "What do you think is the most important thing for a soldier, a soldier on the battlefield?"
"Of course, kill the enemy!" Many people shouted.
Wang Cheng nodded and said: "Yes! Kill the enemy! But if you want to kill the enemy, you must survive! Only when you are alive can you have hope of killing the enemy. If you die, there will be nothing! So, I think, As a soldier on the battlefield, the most important thing you have to do is survive!"
This was the first time for everyone to hear this statement. In the past, the idea they accepted was to "kill the enemy."
"Sir, if I follow what you said, wouldn't we be deserters?" someone said boldly.
"Bullshit! I asked you to become a deserter? Did you listen to what I said?" Wang Cheng cursed.
"Then what do you mean?" The man was confused.
"Didn't I just say that, of course you go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, but while killing the enemy, you must also ensure your own combat effectiveness." Wang Cheng said.
"I still don't understand. Does this have anything to do with the long-distance run in the morning?"
"Sir, can you please speak more simply so that we, the rough and tumble, can understand."
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Wang Cheng didn't give in anymore and said: "Think about it, when you go to the battlefield and charge into battle with the enemy, if you run faster, won't the guy in your hand be one step faster than the enemy? Don't underestimate that step. , the critical moment is to kill the enemy and save your life!"
These people are all frontier soldiers and have basically been on the battlefield. Naturally, they know what it means to be a step faster.
In fact, the most important thing Wang Cheng didn't mention is that long-distance running can best improve human physical strength and endurance. This is especially important for soldiers going into battle.
If it were a modern war, Wang Cheng would have said it differently, but the battle here was still the kind of fighting on the ancient battlefield. Except for the cavalry, everyone had to use their legs to run.
Therefore, in future battles, being able to run will definitely be a key factor in saving lives and killing enemies.
