Turbulent Times Chapter 1012: Practical training

"Compared to these new recruits, I'm already very good." Wang Huasheng felt a sense of superiority spontaneously. Although he was not the strongest, he was one of the fastest learners when he listened to slogans. He was beaten and punished for training.

"Wang Huasheng, why are you thinking about your mother-in-law? You've been thinking about it for so long." The fire chief Chai Xiaodong scolded in front of him, and Wang Huasheng was shocked. He took a deep breath and was about to rush out when Chai Xiaodong suddenly shouted again, "All gather!"

Wang Huasheng's feet were ready to wait, and they were tense and just about to let go. When Chai Xiaodong called out, he panicked. A dog ate **** and fell to the ground. He got up quickly, not even caring to wipe off the dirt on his face, and stood at the end of the line.

Chai Xiaodong glared at him, and brought Quanhuo's 20 people in front of the centurion, and the other Huo also brought them over one after another.

"Attention!"

Wang Huasheng straightened his chest quickly, leaning on the right side with the knife and stick, and put his left hand on his trousers. He looked ahead, and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the centurion leader striding forward, standing in front of the team like an iron tower.

Chai Xiaodong strictly followed the instructions of Professor Nie Xiaoyu, who was called the ice beauty by the veterans, and ordered the whole team to salute, and then reported to the centurion commander. The man said: "We are the 100th team and the first team to receive training. Compared with those recruits who are still in the training queue, you are considered veterans. According to the training plan, we will go to suppress bandits next month. There are some bandits inside, and these people are the targets of our training in actual combat. But the performance on the battlefield and the beheading will be strictly implemented according to rewards and punishments. I hope that the fire chiefs and everyone will attach great importance to it, and continue training now."

After the centurion leader finished speaking, all the fires were led away, and the fire chief Chai Xiaodong said to everyone: "Everyone heard it, and the actual combat training stage is about to come, everyone practice hard, the battlefield is no better than the training ground, if you don't succeed in your skills, you will suffer!" Knives, not sticks. Of course, if you have beheaded and made military exploits, you will be rewarded with silver when you come back. If you have enough military exploits, you will also be rewarded with fertile land. The family becomes a landlord. These days, the salt farm has reclaimed 100,000 mu of fertile land , According to the order of the prefect, these fields are now public lands, and the only way for public lands to become private lands is through military exploits. So don’t worry that there will be no good land to reward, and all that needs to be said has been said. Tell me, do you want to train hard? "

"Yes!" Everyone's blood had been excited by Huo Zhang long ago, and they wished to kill the bandits now. At this time, they roared loudly, and other fires also heard such roars from time to time.

Fire Chief Chai Xiaodong was very satisfied with the morale of the 20 people under his command, nodded and continued: "Another thing to say, we will practice night marching tonight, ten miles back and forth. If there is any problem, please raise your hand and report."

"Report!" He Dazhuang raised his hand.

Chai Xiaodong glanced at him and said, "He Dazhuang is not allowed to speak, you are his mother's complaint again."

Others were holding back their laughter. He Dazhuang looked angry, but he didn't dare to say anything, so he had to put his hand down.

"If you don't have one, continue to train your personal killing skills and disband."

"Military merit is fertile land! And killing bandits counts. I must get military merit and fertile land." Wang Huasheng thought to himself.

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Originally, the salt slaves and salt workers in the salt field lived in huts around the salt field. Now the new salt cooking method is enough for 6,000 people. All the salt workers and salt slaves must According to the four categories of cooking salt, military family members, shipyard craftsmen, and farmers, Wang Junlin ordered the unified planning of the salt field in the form of a village, and a construction team of 1,000 selected to build it for everyone. house.

Each village is initially based on 1,000 households, and it is planned in the shape of a 'well', with four squares and four streets. Of course, it will also be adapted to local conditions.

In the villages next to the military camp, half of the people living in the village are military members and half of them are farmers. In the early morning of Village No. Zhou Xiaoya, the wife of Bing Wang Huasheng, opened her door with a squeak, and a stray dog ​​at the door whined, ran away, turned around the corner and disappeared.

Zhou Xiaoya rubbed her hazy eyes, wiped a large piece of eye gum on her hand, and then flicked it **** the ground, then looked up at the neighbors who were almost exactly the same as their house, and the women around them also started Going out, next to him is the house of He Dazhuang, a soldier of the same fire. After He Dazhuang's wife came out, she saw Wang Xiaoya, turned her mouth away, and went back to the house. The two quarreled yesterday about whose chicken laid the egg. .

Zhou Xiaoya also snorted, then yawned, turned around and walked out carrying a toilet. A family on the other side was a farmer, and the woman happened to also go to empty the toilet, saying hello to Zhou Xiaoya , the two walked towards the cesspit together.

"Sister-in-law of the Wang family, you are not used to the fact that these soldiers are not here. In the past, they used to call that number in the morning to make people upset. You say not to call it now, I am not used to it."

Zhou Xiaoya changed hands and also agreed: "No, the soldiers in our salt field are different. They are all energetic and obedient, unlike the salt men before, and the guards on the periphery. All the county soldiers are ruffians."

The farmer's wife said: "Who says no? They are here. You can rest assured. I heard that there will be some actual combat training, and everyone is gone. The man in your family is a soldier. What do you mean?" Practical training!"

"Our family can only stay at home for one night on weekends. As soon as we come back, we will toss me hard. After tossing for a long time, we will go to bed and rest, and run back to the barracks early the next morning, so I I don’t even know what actual combat training is!” Zhou Xiaoya wasn’t embarrassed at all when she said these words, when their family was salt slaves, they lived in a shack with a dozen or so other family members, and each man held his own at night. Women all do that kind of thing, and they are used to hearing and watching each other. There are even some guys who change their wives to sleep at night. Compared with doing these things, talking like this is nothing.

The farmer's wife is a salt worker, better than the second lieutenant of the salt slave. In the past, two families lived in one hut. In fact, it was the same. At night, the two couples still looked at each other doing that kind of thing, and because there were only two families , exchanged women with each other without any scruples. In the last few years, neither of the two women knew who their man was.