Farmer of Shu Han

The priests are literate and arithmetic, and then let the old soldiers teach them the skills of fighting on the battlefield. If Feng Yong dares to say that he has no other ideas, Zhao Yun will dare to take this team by force on the spot.

"Of course... no, it's for the capital I rely on."

Feng Yong helplessly said half-truth, "After all, Yiwen and others will always go out to make contributions in the future, and then they can have some of their own soldiers, and they will have some confidence in their hearts."

Only then did Zhao Yun nod in agreement and said, "Soldiers? That's a good word."

As he spoke, he nodded more vigorously, "From the current point of view, your method is not bad. Now you have hundreds of people on hand, even if they are the most ordinary soldiers. In a place where even the chief of the village is humiliating them."

Feng Yong pretended to be silly and smiled again.

Of course he knew that his soldiers, to be honest, were trained in the direction of the grassroots cadres of the army.

Nanxiang's army, to put it bluntly, is a military academy without walls.

Those who come out of it, as long as they have actually been on the battlefield, the new recruits become veterans, and the veterans become elite soldiers, and then use them as the backbone to quickly pull up an army of tens of thousands of people, that is nothing more than normal.

If one person learns well, he can teach ten people; if ten people can learn well, he can teach a hundred people...Thousands of people can learn well, and he can teach three armies. This is the training method of Wei Wuzu.

At the same time, it is also the "passing on and leading" teaching method of the rabbit army of later generations.

Zhao Yun gave Feng Yong a meaningful look, "It is said that Feng Langjun is far-sighted, and this old man has finally learned the truth."

At the same time, he was thinking in his heart, Erlang had started to lead an army alone now, and this son was going to lead an army to station in Yuejun now, it seemed that this Nanxiang soldier was at the right time.

The prime minister often said that in recent years, the elite gathered by the late emperor from all over the world has been declining day by day, and his heart is very anxious.

But this son seems to have found another supplementary method, but he doesn't know if it will work?

Zhao Yun thought for a moment, then looked at the soldiers who had gone away, and asked, "How much does it cost to raise these soldiers?"

"Three meals a day, there must be meat every three days, and training all the year round, don't slack off, and don't have to worry about the family, parents and wives at home will have Nanxiang preferential treatment."

Training is a matter of physical exertion, so nutrition must be ensured when eating.

Just the standard of eating meat every three days, Nanxiang, which owns a ranch in Dahan, can afford it.

Although this is already a very low standard in Feng Yong's view, in other places, most of the time before the battle, ordinary soldiers have the opportunity to eat a bite of meat.

These days, it's not about being better than anyone else, but about being worse than anyone else.

In troubled times, life is as cheap as grass. When those people who almost died of misery finally lived a good life, Feng Yong believed that they all worked hard to maintain Nanxiang, a rare pure land.

The further improvement of dry rations, the large-scale application of wheelbarrows, and the more than 2,000 Yunnan horses bought from the old monster Zhuge, and the maturity of Dongfeng Express, are the reasons for the Nanxiang soldiers to set off in the Han territory. The food standard provides a guarantee.

If considering the future Northern Expedition, then Yuejun's racecourse cannot be delayed.

Although the era of "wars are fought by logistics" has not yet come, logistics has a considerable influence on wars in any era.

"If he is injured and disabled on the battlefield, Nanxiang will have his own life. If he dies in battle, Nanxiang will support his parents and wife."

Feng Yong continued to explain.

"I heard that the people in Nanxiang have no worries about food and clothing, which is much better than other places. If they are treated preferentially and raised well, what kind of standard is that?"

Zhao Yun sighed, "It's no wonder you treated them so kindly just now. They also seemed willing. So even if I want to take away the remaining 400 people, I'm afraid I can't easily support them. get up?"

Feng Yong didn't speak, so it was taken as acquiescence.

To put it bluntly, the appearance of Nanxiang today is a bit like the model of the Frontier Construction Corps of later generations.

All personnel are managed militarily, and there is quite an atmosphere that all people are soldiers.

And the nature of the proletariat provides the basis for this atmosphere.

Although this model develops to the end and forms a certain scale, it will produce a certain degree of xenophobia, and there will be various problems such as bloated corruption and internal fighting.

But as far as the current world is concerned, this is the fastest way that Feng Yong can think of to bring the Han and Hu Liao together—whether the method is crude or not, as long as it is effective.

As for the problems that arise after the formation of a sufficient scale of interest groups, that is something to be solved in the future.

As long as the pros outweigh the cons at the moment.

Zhao Yun didn't know what Feng Yong was thinking, so he thought about it carefully, and found that only a wonderful place like Nanxiang was qualified to raise soldiers like this.

The Wei warriors trained by Wu Qi fought in all directions, and made a great achievement of "seventy-two battles, sixty-four victories, and the rest were evenly divided (no winner or loser)".

But this method of raising troops also has a flaw, that is, it is extremely expensive.

During the heyday of Wei Wuzu, all the efforts of the whole country were used to raise only tens of thousands.

And once the loss is excessive, it is difficult to replenish.

Zhao Yun didn't know the replenishment ability of Nanxiang's soldiers, but he knew that with the current situation of the big man, it was absolutely impossible to afford this way of raising soldiers.

So he could only sigh, waved his hands, and said, "Didn't you bring people over and want them to meet the soldiers? Let's make arrangements, Erlang stay here, I have something to tell you."

Feng Yong looked at Zhao Guang behind him, only to see that his face turned pale in a flash.

This kid seems to have had too much psychological shadow on his adult.

"Brother... brother."

After Feng Yong greeted everyone to prepare to leave, Zhao Erlang, who was famous as a hero in Jincheng, uttered two words in a low voice with some trembling. At the same time, judging from the shape of his mouth, there should be the word "save me" that he didn't dare to say , There was even a look of asking for help in his eyes.

Nothing!

Feng Yong also stared at him, even if Mr. Zhao didn't want to hit you at first, when he saw you like this, he would get angry even if he was not angry.

Leaving him alone, Feng Yong led everyone away.

"Big... my lord."

Zhao Guang yelled, moved his legs and walked slowly towards his lord.

"What are you doing so far away? I won't hit you, come here quickly."

Zhao Yun snorted.

As soon as he heard that the adults didn't intend to do anything, Zhao Guang immediately trotted over.

Zhao Yun stood there pondering, but he didn't speak for a long time.

Just when Zhao Guang thought that his lord was trying his best to find an excuse to beat him up, he finally heard the lord ask, "Do you know Nanxiang's military training method?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Guang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "Of course I know. In fact, many of these soldiers were trained by the child himself."

"Brother, besides personally training the soldiers at the very beginning, after we can take over, he rarely leaves the field except for writing the drill."

"Writing a manual?"

After hearing this, Zhao Yun felt that he had caught something, "What drill?"

"Oh, it's my elder brother who specially compiled a drill for the soldiers of Nanxiang. There are many complicated rules in it, so detailed that there are even rules on how the soldiers should walk in the camp."

"In some places, the soldiers have to recite it. At first, everyone thought it was strange."

"It was only later that I discovered that the soldiers trained with this drill really made people worry a lot. I found it very simple to teach them to form an army formation later. It really is like giving an order, and they can move like arms..."

When Zhao Guang talked about the affairs in the army, he became a little excited, and gestured to Zhao Yun dancing.

"There are such things? Then why didn't you tell me?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yun frowned first, and then asked Zhao Guang coldly.

If you don't tell yourself such a big thing, do you still have me as an adult in your heart?

Zhao Guang choked, and after a while he said, "Didn't your lord say before that this art of war is the most important weapon of the country and should not be taken lightly? Those thirty-six tactics before..."

In the past, I said that I learned the thirty-six strategies of war from my elder brother, but I was reprimanded by the adults, saying that the art of war in the world should not be taken lightly.

Later, he was dragged to the martial arts training ground by the adults for a drill.

From then on, as long as it was related to the art of war in the army, I never dared to mention it to my lord.

Zhao Yun: ...