Dominate the Country

Just as the sky brightened.

All the boy soldiers of the third team of the Boy Camp came to the playground to line up. Pan Mantun secretly glanced at his brother Pan Mancang, who was already the deputy platoon leader and the monitor of the first squad. It had been a month since they came to the Chen family army. As soon as they arrived, they were incorporated into the Boy Camp. When the platoon was electing the deputy platoon leader half a month ago, he certainly didn't let them vote for his brother. Although he felt that the monitor of his class was also a good person, very reliable, and willing to rush to the front in any matter, one of the three candidates for monitor was his brother. Later, the voting results were announced. Pan Mantun defeated his opponent by two votes and became the deputy platoon leader. Pan Mantun usually didn't show off, but he was proud of it psychologically.

The brothers Pan Mancang and Pan Mantun are from Nanyang. Their hometown is in Nanyang City. In recent years, Nanyang City has not suffered from disasters or man-made disasters, but the Pan family is still very poor. The names of the two brothers, which are pregnant with hope, have not brought real luck to the Pan family. Their parents are busy from beginning to end all year round and can't take care of the family's food and drink.

Last winter, a serious illness caused the Pan family's father to pass away. If the surrounding villages hadn't helped, the Pan family, which had lost its pillar, would not have survived that winter. In the early spring, the mother of the two brothers slipped and fell into the ravine while picking herbs in the mountains and died. The Pan family was completely finished.

Pan Mancang, who was already thirteen years old, led his younger brother Pan Mantun and his younger sister Pan Xier to start their own journey of fleeing famine and begging.

The death of their parents seemed to have taken away the bad luck that had been hanging over the Pan family. The three young children had been running around outside for three months without getting lost. More than a month ago, the three siblings came to Lushan County. Pan Mancang, who only wanted to eat, led his siblings to join the Chen family army, and the two brothers all joined the boy camp. The eight-year-old Pan Xier was admitted to the medical camp, helping adults and apprentices in the logistics of the medical camp.

The Pan brothers and sisters can see each other every ten days. More than a month ago, Pan Xier, who was yellow and thin, now has a rosy face and has grown flesh on his little face. Pan Mancang and Pan Mantun, who were worried and couldn't be completely relieved at the beginning, are now completely relieved.

Naturally, the two brothers' loyalty to the Chen family army is also increasing day by day.

Pan Mantun touched the shoulder pole in his hand. This was his weapon, or more precisely, a tool for carrying the load. He was the cook in the opera. The Chen family army called them cooks or cooks, which meant cooks. So he had no swords or guns, and only a short knife stuck on his waist.

Pan Mantun was only one year younger than his brother, but he was half a head shorter than Pan Mancang. Pan Mancang was also very thin, but his bones were not small. After a month, he became as strong as a balloon. Pan Mantun's bones were smaller, his strength was weak, and he didn't have the strength to be fierce.

During the three months of wandering and begging, Pan Mancang was the one who "charged into battle" when he had conflicts and fights with other beggars. Pan Mantun was just like the rural flavor in his name, honest, or cowardly.

Pan Mantun didn't have any big ambitions. He didn't care whether he would be a soldier in the war or in logistics in the future. Because the basic salary of the logistics soldiers of the Chen family army is one and a half silver dollars, which is at least equivalent to one or two taels of silver. Since the silver content is like this, the actual purchasing power of one and a half silver dollars is stronger than one or two taels of silver. For Pan Mantun, one or two taels of silver per month is already very, very good. Even if the salary of the Boy Scouts needs to be reduced appropriately, this is enough.

In the army, food and clothing are free, and there will be military merit fields in the future. Pan Mantun is already satisfied. At a young age, he would not think about what would happen to his brother and sister if the Chen family army was destroyed by the Qing Dynasty.

Standing in the vanguard position, Pan Mancang did not have the idea of ​​muddling through like his younger brother Pan Mancang at this time. He had already stood at the highest level that a soldier in the Boy Scout Camp could reach. Now he was trying to keep his position. He trained strictly and studied hard. Whether it was physical fitness, personal hygiene, military regulations or cultural courses, Pan Mancang was aiming for the first place in the entire platoon, the entire team, and even the entire battalion. Compared with Pan Mantun who was satisfied with the military pay of one and a half silver dollars a month, Pan Mancang went to the field army.

The basic military pay of the soldiers was also two silver dollars for the cooks in the field army, and the general soldiers did not have a pay lower than three silver dollars. Moreover, it was easy for the field army to make meritorious service, and they would be rewarded for their meritorious service. Not only would the military pay increase, but also the military merit land would increase. Pan Mancang would never work in logistics. Not only did the logistics troops have low military pay, but they also had to do miscellaneous work every day, even repairing roads and warehouses, which was no easier than training. So he had a strong sense of crisis, and he worked very hard every time he trained, hoping to pass the assessment in two months and become a member of the Boy Scouts.

"Stand at attention!"

Everyone was refreshed, and Pan Mantun was startled. He saw the team officer in charge of the team striding over with a stick in his eyes, and he quickly stood up straight. Each platoon stood in three rows in squads, with the squad leader on the far left and Pan Mantun, the cook, on the far right.

"Start carrying the weight!" the team officer shouted loudly.

Pan Mantun was groaning in his heart. This time of day was the most painful time for him, but he didn't dare to show it at all. He didn't delay in tying sandbags on his calves and arms, and then put a bag of ten kilograms of sandbags on his back. Finally, he put on his cook's equipment - a big pot. Of course, it couldn't be compared with the big pots used by adult troops. But Pan Mantun was also small, and after carrying this thing on his back, it was like covering himself with a turtle shell. The whole person looked clumsy.

Chen Jiajun attaches great importance to running and formation. They do morning exercises every day, practice physical fitness and formation in the morning, practice personal skills in the afternoon, and practice formation again before dinner.

"The target is Hill 152, run and march. Pan Mancang shouted the command, set off."

"Yes." Pan Mancang responded loudly, and then shouted loudly: "Everyone, listen to my command: turn right."

"Run and go."

"One, two, one, two, one..."

After the team started running slowly, there was a neat sound of footsteps. Pan Mancang could now distinguish left from right. The problem of confusion when running had been solved, but there were still a few teammates in the team who couldn't tell the difference, such as Xing Wei in front of him on the left. He stepped out with his right foot as soon as he took a step. His single leg clicked twice, but he still didn't adjust it correctly. Pan Mancang secretly said that it was bad.

Sure enough, the instructor [platoon leader] next to him immediately noticed Xing Wei, his face turned black, and he came over with a stick and started to whip Xing Wei on the back. Anyway, there is a sandbag on the back, so no matter how hard you hit him, it won't really hurt anyone. Besides, Xing Wei is a troublemaker in the platoon. He has been beaten so many times that the platoon leader has long been merciless to his men. As for Xing Wei, he has also gained some experience from being beaten. He gritted his teeth and didn't scream, because if he screamed, he would be beaten harder and more.

Besides, what is the plan of the Boy Camp? Who are the people who can come to the Boy Camp? Compared with the well-fed life in the Boy Camp, this little beating is really not worth mentioning.

ps: I read a few posts about this book on Longkong yesterday, and one of them criticized the sentence I said before that the blood of "war horses" degenerates. This matter is not influenced by some street literature, but I just think so. It is certain that most war horses in ancient China were castrated or mares? [It's not absolute. Li Guangbi used mares to lure the stallions of Shi Luan's army across the river] After years of castration, I feel that the blood of Mongolian horses may accelerate degeneration. Besides, before a scientific and systematic stallion breeding system was established, the bloodlines of war horses in the East and the West were both degenerating, the difference being that those in the East were degenerating much faster than those in the West.

In addition, I would also like to thank the book friends of Hunlongkong for recommending the book, thank you!