Early in the morning, Yang Fan hugged Xiao Niangpi and Lin Yueru and slept soundly. As the saying goes, spring is sleepy, autumn is tired, and summer takes a nap. Autumn is crisp, the climate is cool, and covered with a new fluffy quilt, it is a good time to sleep in.
Yang Fan was too tired some time ago. He has recently taken some time off and is preparing to take a good rest for a few days.
Mimi Huhu heard Dongxiang calling softly by the bedside: "Master, Master"
Yang Fan was very alert. He felt someone beside the bed and immediately opened his eyes.
Yang Fan sat up, yawned and asked, "What's your name so early?"
Dongxiang said quickly: "Master, get up quickly. Mr. Zhang Shize is here and is sitting in the same room."
What? This guy came to the door at dawn. Is he here to have breakfast?
Yang Fan was also convinced. Is this guy so concerned about court matters? Among the current nobles of Ming Dynasty, this boy is probably the only one who is so motivated.
Yang Fan was helpless. To be honest, he really didn't want to get up. But there is no way. This boy must have obtained His Majesty's order to communicate about the selection of soldiers in the Beijing camp. If you neglect him, you will easily make His Majesty dissatisfied.
"Master Zhang, please go to the restaurant in the second hall in the front yard and wait for me. This guy must be here to eat and drink." Yang Fan said and had to get up and get dressed to see Zhang Shize.
Zhang Shize came to the restaurant in Ertang and saw a round table and a long table. He pulled out a chair at the long table and sat down. The maid came up and gave him a cup of Keemun black tea.
It's autumn weather and it's already very cool in the morning. Zhang Shize came on horseback from outside the city, covered in dust. At this time, after drinking a cup of scalding black tea, my whole body felt warm.
Zhang Shize felt strange looking at the European-style restaurant. This style is not from the Ming Dynasty, it is full of exotic customs.
"Tsk tsk, your master really knows how to enjoy it. Why is this chair covered? It's so soft and comfortable to sit on."
"If you like, I can give you a set of tables and chairs." Yang Fan walked in and said.
"Hey, if you're in love, I won't be polite to you anymore." Zhang Shize and Yang Fan were very familiar with each other, and they had already become two-skinned, so there was nothing to be polite to him.
"You kid, you came to my bed early in the morning to have breakfast."
"Hey, I really let you see it. I came here from the Three Thousand Battalion early in the morning. I don't have enough water to stick to my teeth. I'm hungry, so I won't be polite to you."
"As if you were polite." Yang Fan threw the menu to him, "Order what you want."
"Okay, well, let's get a bowl of fried liver, three deep-fried cakes, two drawers of crab roe buns, and a bowl of this shrimp and chicken soup Huan Chao. And also this fried chicken."
"Is it too late to finish eating this much?" Yang Fanfan said in surprise.
"If you want to take care of it, I haven't seen oil or water in three days."
Zhang Shize drooled when he looked at the menu. The food at his home is not as good as that at Yang Fan's home.
When he and Yang Fan were in the imperial city, he had already discovered that the food in Yang Fan's army was better than that in his British government.
It’s not that there are any delicacies from the mountains and seas, it’s just that they are all fresh and delicious.
Yang Fan likes to drink thick millet porridge in the morning, with a layer of rice oil on top and just these little pickles, which is very refreshing.
He is not like this second-rate guy, he is a carnivore.
In the Ming Dynasty, even if you were born into a noble family, it was very good to be able to eat meat. People like Yang Fan, who usually eats as many fruits and vegetables as possible, seem very different.
Yang Fan picked up a hard-boiled egg, knocked it on all sides of the dining table, and then rubbed it back and forth with his hands. The egg shell was peeled off easily. Zhang Shize was stunned for a moment.
"Hey, you're really good at peeling eggs."
"You can't even understand how to eat, so what else can you do? Then you're no longer a waste."
"This is called the Yuan Shikai Egg Peeling Method. How about it? It's pretty good." Yang Fan said in a showy manner. He learned this from watching TV series and from Yuan Shikai on TV.
"Your Majesty is looking for you." Yang Fan asked casually while drinking rice porridge.
"Well, let me cooperate with you and bring the newly trained six thousand bird gun soldiers. In addition, we will select 10,000 elite soldiers from the Beijing camp to go to Guihua City."
"What are you doing in the Three Thousand Battalion? Selecting soldiers."
There are three major camps - Shenji Camp, Fifth Army Camp, and Three Thousand Battalions.
The task arrangement is:
The main formations of the five military camps are the front army, the rear army, the left army, the right army, and the middle army. That is what the main force means. It is the main combat effectiveness of the army.
The main firearm of the Shenji Battalion is the main fire output point of the army. Mainly composed of artillery and musketeers. The equipment of the Shenji Battalion is no better than that of local guards and soldiers.
Their artillery is equipped with general cannon. That is, a gun with a large caliber, a short barrel, a flat breech, and a drum chamber. There are also some bowl-mouth guns, which are mortars.
The infantry is equipped with muskets. They are the Central Army, the emperor's personal army. The equipment is far better than those weird weapons in the guard station, such as three-eyed guns and magic guns.
The main patrol post of the Three Thousand Battalion is responsible for peripheral reconnaissance and raids during the expedition. Three thousand battalions are all cavalry. They are the night-time troops of the Central Army. During combat, it is responsible for reconnaissance, communications, battlefield interdiction and other tasks.
Among the three major camps, the Three Thousand Battalion has the highest quality.
Therefore, it was a normal idea for Zhang Shize to go to the Three Thousand Battalion to select soldiers.
"How's it going? Did those military leaders give you soldiers?" Yang Fan took a sip of golden millet porridge and asked.
Zhang Shize's face suddenly fell.
"Don't mention it. It's not that those uncles and uncles don't want to give me face and deliberately make things difficult for me. It's really that the Beijing camp is terrible."
Yang Fan smiled helplessly. He knew that it would not be a good thing if His Majesty insisted on mobilizing the Beijing camp. This is a big pit, where all kinds of trash and junk have been buried for more than two hundred years. It's full of methane and biogas. No matter who detonates this thunder, there will be no good end.
"You don't know if you don't check, but if I check, guess what." Zhang Shize took the chicken drumstick out of his mouth and said angrily. "Many of them were soldiers in the Jiajing Dynasty. They must be over a hundred years old."
Poof, Yang Fan laughed so much that his rice porridge spurted out.
The strange things happened in Ming Dynasty are more exciting than anything written.
The men in the Ministry of War accept bribes. If you don't have money to give gifts, you won't be allowed to retire. Many veterans eventually died of old age in the military camps.
According to the procedure, veterans who are fifty years old must retire. At this age, he can no longer wield a sword or a gun, and he cannot walk very far. The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were poorly fed and their physical strength weakened very early.
When a soldier dies of old age, he cannot clear his military status. No one dared to do this because an investigation revealed the fact that he had not retired beyond the time limit.
Therefore, these military statuses have been retained. In fact, people have already died of old age many years ago. The trees on the grave may have all hugged each other.
When it was time to go to war, it was discovered that there were no soldiers available. On the roster, many are underworld soldiers.
"They are all sending extravagant money, and no one can use it. A is a fan of B, and B is a fan of C. It is even more difficult to know who they are."
They substituted each other's name, and no one actually participated in the war.
Zhang Shize made an inventory and found that a quarter of the soldiers had entered the camp during the Jiajing and Longqing era. It’s simply the Ming Dynasty’s magical weapon from the underworld!
Where are the rest of the people in the camp? The actual personnel who join the army are all "non-commercial idlers, that is, they are powerful officials and have no discipline."
The composition of the army is so poor that even normal military training activities cannot be maintained at all.
"These bastards pissed me off. I called out a soldier and found that he didn't match the physical characteristics described on the roster.
Seeing that I was about to hit him with a military stick, I quickly did so. His name is Wang Dasheng, and he is a bun seller. He was hired by a man named Wang Wu to answer Mao. "
Yang Fan smiled and said: "Why are you angry? Can't you just capture Wang Wu and make up for it?"
"His mother, I caught Wang Wu back. Wang Wu said that Zhao Xiaosan paid fifty copper coins to hire him to come to Ying Mao today. He spent thirty copper coins to hire Wang Dasheng to come to Ying Mao for him."
Yang Fan's teeth ached when he heard it. Is the capital camp so bad?
