Son of Song Dynasty

Chapter 109 School Recruitment
Zhao Dezhao was displeased, and said lightly: "What? Could it be that you look down on this king's education and think that this king can't take lessons?"

The Confucian scholar really thought so in his heart, and after being pointed out all of a sudden, he was a little flustered, and he quickly laughed: "Don't dare, don't dare, Your Highness is well-educated and talented, even the old man himself should listen to His Highness's lecture .”

This flattery was a little too hard, Zhao Dezhao managed to hold back his laughter, raised his hand and pointed to the bottom of the podium: "Then you go down and find a place to sit and listen."

The Confucian scholar's face was red and white, and he didn't want to stay and sit, or just walk away, he could only stand there.

"This king will soon take command of the Southern Expedition, and I am here today to recruit troops!"

Zhao Dezhao stood on the podium and said the first sentence, which made the Confucian scholar's eyes darken, his brain was so bloody, and his intestines were about to regret. In any case, he should not have agreed to come up to speak.

After a moment of silence in the classroom, the nest exploded immediately.

For these dear children, the matter of taking command and fighting is either a distant memory of their fathers and grandfathers, or a lively legend only found in dramas and commentaries. In short, it is much more interesting than reading and writing.

At the moment, this group of half-understood and passionate teenagers shouted with great excitement, rushing to ask Zhao Dezhao:
"Your Highness, when you say recruiting troops, do you mean recruiting military divisions, think tanks, or vanguard officers?"

The one who stood up to speak was Liu Sinian, the grandson of Liu Yu, the Jiedu envoy of the Tianxiong Army. Like Naizu, he was a tall and burly man, and he was especially famous for his appetite among this group of classmates.

This young man can be regarded as born in the general family. He probably heard terms such as military division think tank and vanguard officer from his father and grandfather, so he couldn't help jumping out and asking nonsense.

Before Zhao Dezhao could answer, he was immediately teased by others: "Fucking military adviser and vanguard officer, according to your appetite, one person can reach [-] troops. I guess you can only be the leader of the army, so you have to save a little bit." Belly!"

This remark elicited a burst of laughter, Liu Sinian blushed and was about to sit down resentfully.

Zhao Dezhao took the opportunity to stop him, and encouraged him with a smile: "Liu Sinian, you haven't read many military books, and you haven't fought in battle. You can't do it as a military adviser, a think tank, or a vanguard officer, but you are a general after all, and you will sooner or later be one." For those who join the army, it is still possible to be a staff officer with the army.”

"What is a staff officer?"

It was only then that Zhao Dezhao remembered that the modern military staff system had not been invented these days, so he had to explain: "The so-called staff officer is an official with a specific job, such as those in charge of marching. There are marching staff officers who are in charge of logistics Yes, there is a logistics staff officer, and an intelligence staff officer who is in charge of scouting, and so on."

Although Zhao Dezhao spoke vaguely, Liu Sinian's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he said happily: "In this way, isn't it similar to the Lang Zhong who is the Secretary of the Ministry of War? It's so easy to get a Lang Zhong Do it, count me in!"

Zhao Dezhao was overjoyed when he heard this, and beckoned the big man Liu to the stage, stood facing the crowd, and asked with a smile, "Have you applied yet?"

"Your Highness, me!" Immediately another little man stood up: "I can be a marching staff officer! My ancestral home is from Lingnan, and there are many Lingnan native servants in my family. I am very familiar with the terrain and people in that area. I just need to bring Just ask a few servants who know the way to help you!"

"Shit, are you ashamed? Why don't you say you got your servant to be a staff officer?!"

Zhao Dezhao didn't care so much, anyway, he would not refuse anyone who came, so he immediately raised his hand and pointed: "Okay, count yourself in, come on stage!"

The power of role models is infinite. With these two people standing up to show off, it took only a short time for seven or eight people to stand up in a row.

Zhao Dezhao naturally promised eight positions as staff officers in one go, and he didn't expect these middle-aged and middle-aged men to really contribute to the war.

Anyway, there is a veteran general like Pan Mei in the army, so it is not a big problem to let this group of hot-blooded teenagers hang up their idle jobs, and go with the army for a while, just take them to practice and meet them on the battlefield Blood.

For each of them, this account is very cost-effective. As long as they follow the army to the south, they don't need to go to the front line by themselves, and they can list their names in the military merit book by the way. That is a great future. , so Zhao Dezhao is not afraid that they will not be enthusiastic.

For Zhao Dezhao, this account is even more cost-effective - use the official position and salary provided by the Song Dynasty court to lure this group of future relatives and noble children of the Song Dynasty to jump on his thief ship, and use their talents Select them and train them to become your future team.

"Second brother, going to school every day is too boring and boring. I also want to go to war with you. Please tell my father for me!"

A somewhat shrill and childish voice said. At first glance, you could tell that it was a young man who was growing taller and was in the voice-changing period unique to teenagers. Who else could it be besides Zhao Defang?
Zhao Dezhao said viciously: "Okay, then you kid will fight with me first, and if you beat me, I will tell daddy to take you to the south to fight, but you don't even have any hair on your mouth, why fight? Do you know that the mosquitoes in the south of you are bigger than the birds in your crotch, and they will kill you in a few bites!"

There was a burst of laughter in the classroom, and even Zhao Defang laughed too.

But there was still one person who not only didn't smile, but his face turned dark as the bottom of the pot.

"In the school, it's supposed to be a place to study the righteousness of saints, how can we talk about fighting and fighting?!"

It was the Confucian professor who spoke, probably because Zhao Dezhao openly recruited military officers in the classroom, seriously offending his dignity as a Confucian, and finally couldn't bear it.

He was afraid and didn't dare to target Zhao Dezhao directly, but what he said to the students was not polite at all:
"In the Great Song Dynasty, literature was used to control martial arts, and literature was valued and military was cheap. These people, one by one, want to abandon literature and follow martial arts one by one. They are simply willing to despise and degenerate!"

As soon as this remark came out, the atmosphere in the classroom, which was originally in full swing, was as if a basin of snow water had been poured on the head, and the whole room was instantly quiet, and immediately turned cold.

What this person pointed out is that "the literary system is superior to the martial arts", which is indeed an unavoidable fact. It can even be said that many disciples of the general family abandoned martial arts and went to language, and went to study in palace schools instead. This is convincingly demonstrated.

This kind of pouring cold water on reality will have a huge impact on morale. Therefore, there must be no tolerance or laissez-faire, otherwise the people who have finally gathered together will disperse.

So, Zhao Dezhao immediately started to fight back.

(End of this chapter)