Chapter 495, Chapter 0496, I will talk about it later

  Teach the soldiers to read and write, and let the old soldiers teach them how to fight for their lives 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 they will be able to have some of their own soldiers at that time, and I will have some confidence in my heart."

  Zhao Yun nodded 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.

  People 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, which is nothing more than normal.

  One person can learn well, teach ten people; ten people can learn well, teach a hundred people... Ten thousand people can learn well, teach three armies. This is the training method of Wei Wuzu.

  It is also the "teaching and leading" teaching method of later generations of Rabbit Army.

  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 thought in his heart that Erlang had started to lead an army by himself now, and this son was now preparing to lead an army to station in Yuejun. It seemed that this Nanxiang soldier was at the right time.

  Prime Minister often said that in recent years, the elites gathered by the late emperor are gradually fading, and he is very anxious.

  But this child seems to have found another supplementary method, but I don’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, meat every three days, and training all year round, don't slack off, and don't have to worry about your family. Parents and wives at home will have Nanxiang preferential treatment."

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

   Just the standard of eating meat every three days, only Nanxiang, who owns a pasture 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 doing 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 managed to live a good life, Feng Yong believed that they all worked hard to maintain this rare pure land in Nanxiang.

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, the Yuejun Racecourse is urgent.

  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 you give preferential treatment and raise them well, what kind of standard will it be?"

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 say anything, so it was his 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 the people are soldiers.

   And the characteristics of the proletariat provided the basis for this atmosphere.

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

   But for the current world, this is the fastest way 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 interest groups of sufficient scale, that is something to be solved in the future.

  As long as the current advantages outweigh the disadvantages.

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

  Wu Qi trained the soldiers of Wei, who fought in all directions, and achieved the great feat of "seventy-two battles, sixty-four victories, and the rest are 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 could only raise tens of thousands.

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

  Zhao Yun didn't know how well Nanxiang's soldiers could replenish, 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 suddenly turned pale.

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

   "Brother... elder 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.

  No Promise!

  Feng Yong also gave a stare, even if Mr. Zhao didn't want to hit you at first, seeing you like this, he would get angry 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 let out a drink.

  As soon as he heard that the adults didn't intend to do anything, Zhao Guang immediately trot 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?"

  When Zhao Guang heard this, he 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 children themselves."

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

   "Writing an exercise dictionary?"

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

   "Oh, my elder brother wrote a manual for the soldiers in Nanxiang, and there are many complicated rules in it, down to how the soldiers should walk in the camp."

   "Some places have to be recited by soldiers. At first, everyone thought it was strange."

   "It was only later that I discovered that the soldiers trained with this drill really relieved a lot of worry. I found it very simple to teach them to form an army formation later. It really can be as easy as an order..."

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

   "There is such a thing? Then why have you never told me?"

  When Zhao Yun heard this, he 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 for a moment, and then he said with some stagnation, "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? The thirty-six strategies in the past..."

  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.

  Since then, as long as it is related to the art of war in the army, I never dared to mention it to the adults.

  Zhao Yun:…

  (end of this chapter)