Since you join the army, you are a soldier.
The nature of a soldier is to obey.
Time is still short, and Han Zhen does not expect them to support him from the bottom of their hearts. He only needs to make these people fear him and obey him. That is enough.
In the future, as long as rewards and punishments are clear, they will be grateful.
People are like this, they won't listen to what they say and are angry, and they won't be honest until they are slapped.
At the end of the Ming Dynasty, Li Zicheng was about to invade the capital, and Chongzhen asked all officials in the court to donate money to suppress the bandits.
Motivated by emotion and informed by reason, 200,000 taels were finally raised.
When Li Zicheng came to Beijing and put a knife on the necks of these people, he quickly obtained more than 70 million taels.
What kind of virtue did the civil servants have in the late Ming Dynasty? What kind of virtue did they have after the slaves entered the customs?
It's nothing more than that Jiannu's knife is sharp enough, and he kills fast enough and cruelly enough!
There is nothing orthodox or unorthodox, it's just a matter of whether the killing is ruthless enough.
Kill ten literati, you are a traitor.
Kill 100,000 literati, and you will be the real dragon emperor who was ordered by heaven!
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The three of them, Wang Wu and Wu, endured the pain in their stomachs and ran wildly on the grain field with pale faces.
Ten laps and three thousand meters were completed in just a quarter of an hour.
On the contrary, Zhang He and others were slower than them by a full circle.
After finishing the run, everyone was breathing heavily and looking at Han Zhen in fear.
Seeing this, Han Zhen nodded with satisfaction: "Rest where you are for a quarter of an hour!"
Wow!
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Wu's legs went weak and he lay on the ground with his whole body stretched out.
His chest was like a bellows, rising and falling constantly.
Staring at the sky blankly, he felt regretful not to mention how much he regretted it. Why did he have to snooze for that hour? It would have been better if he had come earlier.
As for resenting Han Zhen, he didn't dare.
When the knife was swung just now, Wang Wu felt a strong murderous aura.
He really wanted to kill himself!
The others were not feeling well at the moment either, they fell to the ground one by one, and the only sound left in the huge field was heavy breathing.
A quarter of an hour later, Han Zhen's voice sounded again: "It's time."
Hearing this, Wang Wu dragged his tired body and forced himself to get up, as did the others, for fear that if they were slower, they would be punished.
"Take the ax and follow me up the mountain."
Han Zhen pointed to the basket of axes beside him.
Everyone stepped forward, picked up their axes one by one, and followed Han Zhen obediently.
There was no military camp in the village, so they had to build it themselves.
Not only can you save some money, but you can also use your energy to build military camps.
In ancient times, soldiers often used sledgehammers to pound the school grounds. Firstly, they could level the land, and secondly, they could gain strength.
Han Zhen chose a gentle area in the mountains for the location of the military camp. He only needed to cut down the trees and compact the land to use it as a school ground.
After leading them to the mountain, Han Zhen pointed to the gentle area ahead and said sternly: "If we cut down fifty trees before the sun sets, if one is missing, we will all be punished."
"yes!"
Everyone responded in unison.
Tuk-tuk-tuk!
Soon, the sound of logging was heard in the forest.
There are mostly pine trees in this mountain, and each one is as thick as an adult's thigh, so it is not easy to cut down one.
It was okay at first, but after cutting down a tree, everyone felt their arms sore.
Especially Wang Wu and the other three, they vomited out the wheat rice they had eaten in the morning before they had time to digest it.
After running three thousand meters, he was immediately pulled to chop down trees, and a bone-gnawing hunger suddenly surged up.
One of them glanced at Han Zhen secretly. Seeing that he was not paying attention, he quickly picked up a handful of weeds, patted the soil on them clean, then stuffed the white and tender grass roots into his mouth and chewed them.
The grassroots didn't taste good, but there was something in my stomach, which made me feel a little better.
Before we knew it, it was noon.
The figures of An Niang and Fang Sansan appeared in the field of vision.
The two struggled to carry a large wooden barrel and walked slowly towards the mountain.
Seeing this, Han Zhen ordered: "Two people go and help bring up the food."
Zhang He was smarter and immediately threw down his ax and ran down the mountain.
Immediately afterwards, another person followed.
When the rice was carried up the mountain, An Niang opened the lid, held the wooden spoon in her hand and said, "It's time to put the rice!"
When these soldiers saw the white rice in the barrel, they couldn't help but be stunned.
It’s not multigrain wheat rice, but fragrant rice!
Northerners like to eat pasta, not because they are born with it, but because they really have no choice.
The geographical conditions in the north mean that paddy fields are scarce, so rice is a precious food. Even if farmers have rice fields at home, they are not willing to eat it themselves. Instead, they use it to pay taxes or sell it for money, and then buy other grains to eat.
Zhang He and others never expected that Han Zhen would give him rice.
For a moment, a different emotion arose in everyone's mind.
The dish that goes with the rice is the vinegar ginger and salt mustard pickled by Chef Shen herself. It tastes very good and goes very well with the meal.
A group of people sat under the tree with their meals in hand, devouring their food.
Wang Wu ate two large bowls in a row and then put down his bowls and chopsticks.
In fact, he was not full yet and wanted another bowl.
But what happened in the morning left some shadows on him. He was afraid that after eating, Han Zhen would ask them to run around the barn ten times again.
However, what Wang Wu didn't expect was that after eating, Han Zhen ordered: "Rest on the spot for a quarter of an hour. When the time is up, continue cutting down the trees."
Why!
Why didn't you eat an extra bowl of rice just now?
Now I can't eat even if I want to, because the two little ladies have already carried the barrel down the mountain.
But the rice is so delicious, fragrant and sweet.
Wang Wu couldn't help but smacked his lips, savoring the taste of rice.
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All day long they were cutting down trees.
Fifty trees, on average, each person needs to chop down a little more than four trees. It sounds simple, but when you actually pick up the axe, it is not the case.
The farther back he went, the less strength he had, and the more sore his arms became.
There were also a few blisters on everyone's palms.
When Wang Wu cut down the fourth tree, he felt that the ax in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and every time he swung it, it seemed that he was using up all his strength.
"Wang Wu, please take a rest first and I'll help you."
At this moment, Zhang He stepped towards him.
"Thank you!"
A trace of gratitude flashed in Wang Wu's eyes.
Zhang He is not a good man, just because Han Zhen said that he must cut down fifty trees before sunset, otherwise everyone will be punished.
In the morning, he had already seen how Han Zhen punished Wang Wu and the others.
When he thought of Wang Wu lying on the ground vomiting, he felt frightened.
Now, as the sun sets in the west, there are still three trees left. Zhang He does not want to be punished, so he can only choose to help.
Seeing this, other people also looked for help.
Seeing this scene, a smile flashed in Han Zhen's eyes.
I have to say that the method of collective punishment is really useful in the army.
It can quickly bring the relationship between soldiers closer and maintain the friendship between soldiers.
When the last tree fell, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhang He rubbed his sore arms and said, "Village chief, we've finished chopping!"
"Go back and eat."
Han Zhen waved his hand, turned around and walked down the mountain.
On the threshing floor, person No. 11 held a bowl and swallowed the wheat rice in big mouthfuls.
After they finished eating, Han Zhen said loudly: "Tomorrow at midnight, come to the barn to gather."
"yes!"
Wang Wu felt a chill in his heart and hurriedly agreed.
"Just go back."
After hearing this, everyone slowly stood up and walked towards their homes.
Now that the military camp has not been built, they can only let them go home. After the military camp is built, except for Xiu Mu, they will have to stay in the military camp all day.
