Nanming Engineer

Chapter 132 The Busy Life

When the Tan brothers were busy in Fengjie, Wang Huan was also busy in Longevity Valley. There were three brothers in the Tan family, but Wang Huan was alone.

It's not that Wang Huan's subordinates can't do it, on the contrary, Ma Xintian, Zu Bian and others are outstanding people of the moment. Ma Chongming and Zhou Cheng are good at management, and the other is good at management. During the month, he has grown into an expert who can not panic in the face of cumbersome civil affairs. If these people are placed outside, they can find a good position in the yamen.

Wang Huan is busy because there are some things that only he can do, and some knowledge that only he is proficient in, such as the various procedures of the gunpowder field. Without his personal guidance, the recruited natives are afraid that the entire valley will be blown up. In the past, especially the process of converting pyrite ore into iron sulfate and adding saltpeter to make nitroglycerin in the later stage was extremely dangerous. Wang Huan spent more than a dozen afternoons in the gunpowder field before he managed to cultivate a few clever craftsmen. .

And every morning, Wang Huanlei rushed to the school without moving to train the Centuries that had gone through a battle. Zu Bian suggested more than once to expand the Centuries to a Thousands, at least to two Centuries Team, otherwise only 100 people are too few.

Wang Huan did not adopt this sounding suggestion. He believed that soldiers were more expensive than elites, and that the training results of the Centuries were still far from the standards in his mind. He recklessly expanded the scale and did not have enough instructors. What elite soldiers.

Zu Bian was a little surprised, the current appearance of the Centurion is much stronger than that of the Ming Dynasty's army. Although it is not as good as the general's servant, it is still enough: "My lord, what kind of soldiers do you want to train? The general thinks that the current Centurion It is no match for the Liaodong soldiers, and it is the right time to expand the army."

The king smiled and said nothing, just waved his hand. The real strong army in his mind was the mud-legged army led by Taizu in later generations. They marched without disturbing the people, camped without entering the house, fought like a tiger and had a mind as iron as iron. They were not afraid of death. Afraid of difficulties, in this era, no army has reached that level, even the Tartars, who claim to be invincible, are far from enough.

The training of the Centuries has gradually reduced the boring items such as standing in a military posture in the queue, and began to practice gun holding and throwing. Ma Xintian is responsible for teaching the technique of spear stabbing, and Zu Bian is responsible for teaching the technique of throwing.

"Ha!" "Drink!"

As Ma Xintian shouted one after another, hundreds of people in the Centurion team echoed in unison. Everyone stood in a pointed cone shape. Ma Xintian was the one at the front. He held a spear, lunged, and held the spear at his waist with both arms. Repeating the two actions of thrusting forward and withdrawing, he shouted once. The people behind him stared at Ma Xintian, followed his example, thrust out the spear fiercely, and quickly pulled it back. More than 100 hooks, sickles, and spears glowed coldly. Shining, even the air above the school grounds seemed to be agitated by this chilling atmosphere, full of blood and vigor.

After Ma Xintian's class, it was Zubian's turn. This red-faced Liaodong army man brought many rough stone locks, each weighing fifty catties. His training method was very simple. Each person carried a stone lock and walked around Run circles on the school field. Ten laps are one round. After running, stand on the school field and lift the stone lock above your head from the ground. One hundred laps is one round. After finishing this exercise, you can rest for half an hour.

This is about to kill people, and almost all the people collapsed. If Wang Huan hadn't increased the food intake and added a lot of pork to the food to ensure nutrition, most people would probably vomit blood from exhaustion.

Wang Huan was trained with the Centuries every day. Every day, he looked unloved, but he still had to go to the gunpowder field in the afternoon to experience the test of life and death. Seeing his wobbly walk, Xu Tiezhu I couldn't help persuading: "Brother Huan, why are you bothering? I don't think any of the officials in the yamen have endured hardships with the big soldiers like you. Now that you are the lord of the city, you have enough trivial matters. Why is that so?"

Wang Huan glared at him with tired eyes, and shouted: "What do you know? If it weren't for the many civil affairs in Wanshou City, you don't want to be lazy on the side. When you have a little time, I will pull you to practice together sooner or later!"

Xu Tiezhu was so kind in exchange for being so frightened that his face turned pale. With such a small body, he was exposed to the sun and practiced hard. It would be strange if his skin didn't peel off. He immediately shut up and walked away. He didn't dare to show up for a long time in the future. Within Wang Huan's sight.

Xu Tiezhu hid with a guilty conscience, but Ma Xintian and Zubian were in full swing. The two vicious soldiers abused the centurion in different ways, brandishing sticks and whips and shouting at lazy people. The high voices of the two echoed in turn in the sky.

As if in a vicious circle, in the afternoon, when it was the turn of the soldiers of the Centuries to serve as instructors to train the 100 civilians of the Longevity City, these [-] people were gnashing their teeth to take revenge on the society, and each soldier was assigned to [-] civilians. train.

The minzhuang watched in horror as the centurion soldiers, whose skin was tanned by the sun and covered with tendons, grinned and walked towards them, their calves were trembling involuntarily, as if these soldiers were more terrifying than the bird commanders outside the Black Valley .

Standing in a military posture and walking in unison, starting with simple queue training, the soldiers tried every means to make the simple folks quickly realize what it means to be a soldier. After the soldiers corrected them twice, those who made mistakes for the third time were corrected with sticks, and the new punishment methods taught by Mr. Wang were also used - push-ups and running in circles, which made the people cry for father and mother. The pain was excruciating.

Even those who passed out in a military posture, dragged down under the shadow of a tree and poured a basin of cold water to rest for a while, had to get up and continue practicing. No one could be lazy in the hands of those soldiers who were trained by Zu Bian and Ma Xintian to be a little psychotic.

Even so, no one dared to be a deserter. If one person deserted, the whole family would suffer. Not to mention the rationed fields would be taken back, and all property would be confiscated.

And if you are a deserter, where can you escape to?Wanshou Valley is only so big, unless you don’t want to stay here anymore, escape outside.

That's just a joke, people cannibalize everywhere outside, the government is violent, and the thieves are moody. The reward almost gives the family nothing to worry about, so who would let their man escape back?
So the sad men had to sweat on the school grounds, suffering and beating for years, exercising their bodies and tempering their consciousness. From time to time, they were brainwashed by Wang Huan in politics class, instilling that life is a person in Longevity Valley and death It is the evil thought of the ghost of Longevity Valley.

Wang Huan's eloquence is so eloquent that dead people can talk about life. It's very easy to fool these honest people, much easier than uploading classes.

Busy day after day, all kinds of things in Longevity Valley are gradually on the track, and the mass production of each mine is enough to ensure food and clothing. The residents are more and more willing to stay, and the people's hearts are stabilizing.

The seedlings in the fields are growing vigorously, and the sweet spring water brought by water trucks from the pools is irrigating tens of thousands of acres of fertile fields. At the end of autumn, it must be a bumper harvest year.

In the textile factory, some thin women guarded the looms bought from other places and carefully sewed sets of asbestos white robes mixed with compacted cotton batting.

The second brother in the pig farm screamed and had fun. There had been no explosions in the gunpowder field for more than ten days. More than 100 bombs were finally produced again.Even the majestic Wanshou City, with its tall city walls, is nearing completion. The thick and neat walls made of compacted loess reflect the majesty of Wanshou Valley.

One month has passed since the Battle of the Black Valley, and Wang Huan finally waited for the news that Zeng Ying sent troops again.

(End of this chapter)