"These soldiers of yours are actually unwilling to write any self-criticism. They would rather be punished than punished. Hahahaha. They are really a bunch of fools who don't even know how to be smart."
Walking in the military camp, Bi Maokang seemed much younger. He was joking and relaxed, obviously enjoying the atmosphere here.
"They are all rough people, their literacy speed is very slow, and of course they are afraid of writing reviews. But this is exactly my purpose, to let them master more words in this way."
Bi Maokang had never seen this novel way of literacy. But if you think about it carefully, it makes sense.
After passing the soldiers' dormitory, there is the battalion headquarters behind.
There are many people here, but it is obvious that the quality of the people here is completely different.
"Most of these people were scholars or children before, and they were scholars themselves. After initial training, their transformation is faster than that of ordinary soldiers."
Scholars accept new things very quickly.
After preliminary training, Zuo Menggeng selected more than 20 of the more than 100 scholars and students to be added to the battalion headquarters.
The education level of the other battalions is almost irrelevant, but not the battalion headquarters.
This is the brain of the entire army, controlling the fate of the entire army.
Bi Maokang stood there, looking at the signs on the doors in front of him, very curious.
"What does this staff officer do?"
He was very sure that there was no such organization in the Ming army.
"The main responsibility of the Staff Department is to formulate the most reasonable combat plan based on the intelligence obtained, the situation of both the enemy and ourselves, and many conditions such as geography, weather, strength, etc., for the general to choose."
"Um?"
Bi Maokang was shocked.
"Don't wars rely on generals to strategize and make good use of their ingenuity?"
Popularizing science is also tiring, but Zuo Mengeng still has to do it.
"Mr. Dongjiao, war is actually a very rigorous science. The enemy is not a fool. How can there be so many clever tricks for you to use? Most of the time, wars are tit-for-tat confrontations. Even if tactics and strategies are used, When it comes to planning, a group of people can plan better than one person. After all, one person's plan is short, but everyone's wisdom is good."
Bi Maokang's eyes were full of brilliance, and he was obviously convinced.
"Let's go and have a look."
The staff department was extremely lively, with a large number of people gathered together and arguing about something while working.
"That's not right. Zima Alley is five miles long. According to the proportions, it should be this long. You have made it look like the Great Wall. It needs to be changed."
"How is it possible? This is the ratio we have measured personally."
"That's because you measured it wrong."
Among the people, there was a large wooden frame placed on the table. It was filled with sand, gravel, and soil, and some of it had been built into the shape of mountains. In some places, a small winding ditch was dug. I don’t know what it represents.
Seeing the lifelike landscape, Bi Maokang lay on it in surprise and looked at it carefully.
"What is this?"
Liu Yiyuan happened to be there.
"Mr. Dongjiao, this is a sand table. You can restore the topography of a place realistically by reducing the scale. This is what Qianzao taught us, but we are also beginners and are not yet proficient."
Bi Maokang, an engineering man, couldn't help but rub his hands when he saw these things. He was obviously addicted.
"With artifacts like this, whether it's marching and fighting or building bridges and paving roads, wouldn't it be possible to get twice the result with half the effort?"
Everyone laughed.
"That's how it is."
Zuo Mengeng also took a look at the sand table.
It's pretty rough, to be honest, and a lot of things are clearly wrong.
However, it has only been less than a month since these guys got started. To reach this level, they have already made rapid progress.
He didn't care too much about what the sand table was made of.
He was concerned with another aspect.
"How is the map surveying done by your staff department and reconnaissance brigade?"
Speaking of this, Liu Yiyuan and the people in the Staff Department were very distressed.
"We followed Qianzuo's orders and traveled to many places around Linqing, using the knowledge we learned to conduct surveying and mapping. But the terrain here is too flat, and we cannot apply the technology of mountainous height differences."
This is why Zuo Menggeng wants to use more scholars in the camp.
Staff officers and reconnaissance must have high requirements on the quality of soldiers.
At least when it comes to things like map mapping, the difference in learning speed between people who are well-read in poetry and books and those who are illiterate is not the slightest bit.
Fortunately, the staff department is composed entirely of scholars. As for the investigation brigade, most of them are new recruits.
The difference between the two sides in learning skills has already emerged.
Those scholars who entered the reconnaissance brigade are now beginning to serve as low-level officers.
Zuo Menggeng checked the map they surveyed and found that, like the sand table, it also had many shortcomings.
Some are due to their poor academic skills, while others are due to technical limitations.
Since everyone is here, Zuo Mengeng stopped by to teach.
He asked people to get the materials and quickly made the tools in front of everyone.
"You see, this kind of thing is called a level. Its biggest function is to allow you to quickly measure the difference between heights. Especially in mountainous areas, having this thing can make the map more three-dimensional. Now, I will teach you how to use it. .”
Making a simple level is very easy.
First make two larger semicircles, then find two wooden poles, a piece of string, two short ropes, and two stones.
A short rope tied to a stone is the simplest gravity trap. You can use this as a basis to insert the wooden stick into the soil completely vertically.
Three people are required to measure, two of them each use a wooden pole to measure the point, and the other person makes a mark.
First, determine a base point on the slope, stand a wooden pole vertically on the base point, straighten the string, and stand the other wooden pole vertically on the slope, and move it up and down according to the gravity hammer line indicator on the semicircle meter. .
When the gravity hammer lines on the two semicircles coincide with the 90-degree line, the points where the two wooden poles stand are at the same height.
Then, make a mark, move the first wooden pole to the measured point, and move the second wooden pole forward a certain distance.
Use the same method to measure the third point.
If we continue like this, we will measure a contour point at a certain distance, and the connecting line will be a contour line around the mountain.
Zuo Mengeng only tried it once with them, and they remembered it.
Bi Maokang remained silent the whole time, just watching silently.
It wasn't until he was leaving that he asked: "What is the use of this troublesome surveying and mapping?"
Zuo Mengeng gestured with his hands to explain to him.
"For many terrains, we need to see them on the spot to know what they look like. And many times, because of the limited human eyesight, what we see may not be true. But after using contour lines, it can be displayed on the map It gives an accurate picture of the terrain. When a general is commanding a battle, he will know what the battlefield is like just by looking at the map, and it will be much easier to arrange his troops."
Bi Maokang listened and thought about it, but he was not very clear.
But he had never seen Houying refine his knowledge to such an extent.
As the art of war goes, if you know yourself and your enemy, you can fight a hundred battles without danger.
At least this approach achieves the ultimate goal of being a confidant.
It was already noon when we came out of the Staff Office.
Zuo Mengeng said simply: "How about having a casual meal with the younger generation, Mr. Dongjiao?"
Bi Maokang also felt hungry.
"Haha, guests do as they please."
He originally thought he was following Zuo Menggeng to the general's residence to eat, but unexpectedly he was taken to a big house by Zuo Menggeng.
You can see from a long way away that countless soldiers are gathering here. There are many but not cluttered, and they are all lined up in neat queues.
What's even more surprising is that so many people gathered together, but there was total silence. The only sound was the sound of footsteps.
Many times, silent power is more oppressive.
Putting it on people, it can make so many people quiet, which is enough to show how powerful an army's control is.
Zuo Mengeng and Bi Maokang lined up behind the crowd without disturbing the order.
Bi Maokang observed from the side and found that the soldiers did not show any surprise when they saw Zuo Mengeng lining up.
This shows that Zuo Menggeng must be like this in normal times. He does not have any majesty as a leader, let alone do things as a priority for the leader.
The commander-in-chief of an army is here for peace, so why worry about not returning to the army?
Although there were many people, they moved quickly, and Bi Maokang followed Zuo Mengeng in smoothly.
When we got inside, we discovered that it was actually bigger than it looked from the outside, and the layout was strange.
On one side of the doorway as you come in, there is a long row of pools.
There is a hollow bamboo tube on the pool from beginning to end, and clear water flows in the bamboo tube.
There are very fine holes on the bottom of the bamboo tube, allowing clean water to flow out at a very small flow rate.
All soldiers must come here and wash their hands with water before going further inside.
Seeing that Zuo Menggeng had done the same thing, Bi Maokang followed suit and found it extremely convenient.
Usually only the owners of wealthy families would do this, but here everyone has to do it.
After passing through a small door, Bi Maokang was extremely shocked by the scene in front of him.
Looking around, I saw countless tables and stools placed in a palace-like vast space. The soldiers were sitting around different tables, eating in silence.
Apart from the sound of stirring bowls and chopsticks, there was still no sound of words.
"Mr. Dongjiao, get the tableware."
Zuo Mengeng handed over a square wooden plate, which was something Bi Maokang had never seen before.
