Chapter 13 Training the Guards
Qin Mo went online and went straight to the Fanyang County Government Office, handed in his appointment letter, and successfully met the commander Cheng Yuanzhi, a middle-aged military general with a rough appearance, wearing armor, sitting in the middle hall.
Deputy General Deng Mao sat at the head of the group.
"Your name is Qin Mo?" Cheng Yuanzhi looked him up and down, and was very puzzled as to why the leader suddenly sent such an unfamiliar deputy general. Could it be that the leader did not trust him?
"Yes." Qin Mo stood straight.
"What kind of cultivation?" Cheng Yuanzhi asked.
"Dirty training period."
"Practicing the internal organs?" Cheng Yuanzhi, including Deng Mao who was sitting below them, raised their lips slightly, with a bit of contempt in their eyes. One of them was in the middle stage of marrow cleansing, and the other was in the early stage of marrow cleansing.
The period of training the internal organs is really not good enough.
Cheng Yuanzhi thought for a moment and said, "Since it is the leader who appointed you, I will take care of your placement. You can go down and rest first and get familiar with military affairs. Our army will be dispatched to Zhuo County soon, and we will go together then."
It was equivalent to hanging Qin Mo up.
Qin Mo was amused. He didn't have time to play any official tricks. He said directly, "I'm new here. I beg you to give me 500 personal soldiers, equipped with weapons and armor, and not to interfere in other military affairs."
"oh?"
Cheng Yuanzhi suddenly became interested. He originally thought that Qin Mo was sent by the leader to monitor him or even seize power, so he gave Qin Mo a warning.
Unexpectedly, Qin Mo was so considerate.
After thinking for a while, Cheng Yuanzhi said, "Five hundred personal soldiers are no problem, but I can only give you three hundred sets of armor. What do you think? You don't know that armor is in short supply in the army, and I don't have much either."
He was telling the truth. The Yellow Turban Army was just a bunch of cattle and horses.
"Okay." Qin Mo said straightforwardly, "But I want to pick the people myself."
"no problem!"
Cheng Yuanzhi returned the favor very readily.
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After getting the warrant, Qin Mo, accompanied by Deng Mao, went to the barracks to select people.
Because the army was too large, the barracks could only be built outside the city. It was a huge area with tattered tents everywhere. At least thirty people lived in one tent.
That smell...
March is the coldest month of spring, especially in the north, where it is still very cold at night.
It was said that Qin Mo was allowed to select the soldiers, but they were only screened tent by tent, eliminating the old, weak, sick and disabled, and basically accepting all the rest.
It is impossible to ask the army to assemble on a large scale temporarily and then select people on the parade ground.
If an army of the quality of the Yellow Turban Army really made such a big move, the soldiers would think that the enemy was attacking, and it would be funny if the camp was blown up.
Qin Mo proposed to select the person himself just to prevent Cheng Yuanzhi from making excuses.
After a while, all five hundred people were counted.
"General Deng, where is my camp?" Qin Mo asked humbly.
"Marshal Qu has already cleared out a courtyard in the city for General Qin and his personal soldiers to stay." Seeing that Qin Mo did not find fault with him from beginning to end, Deng Mao's attitude obviously softened a lot.
"Thank you, General Qu!" Qin Mo clasped his fists towards the direction of the county town.
He entered the city with five hundred personal soldiers, accompanied by Deng Mao, and first went to the armory to get five hundred weapons and three hundred sets of armor. Then he went to the granary to get five days' rations, which he pulled on a cart and came to a courtyard in the west of the city .
The yard has three entrances and covers a very large area. Although it is a bit crowded to accommodate 500 people, it is far superior to the tents outside the city.
All the selected soldiers were secretly delighted.
After being escorted to the gate of the courtyard, Deng Mao immediately said goodbye. As the deputy general of the Youzhou Army and the main assistant to the commander Cheng Yuanzhi, he was actually very busy, especially with the war approaching and the affairs were even more complicated.
After seeing Deng Mao off, Qin Mo led the team into the courtyard.
The front yard happened to be empty, so it was turned into a temporary training ground, and five hundred soldiers huddled together in a mess.
Qin Mo didn't expect anything, he stood in the corridor and said in a deep voice: "I will give you two quarters of an hour, five people in a group, freely form a group, and choose your own squad leader."
With a whoosh, the crowd began to move.
Everyone is very familiar with this business. Those who live in the same tent are basically from the same hometown, or even from the same village, and they know each other well.
The corporal will be chosen soon.
It is also because of this that generals basically do not interfere with the appointment and dismissal of sergeants, as they are all recommended by the soldiers. If outsiders are forcibly appointed, they will have no power to command and will be rejected by the soldiers.
But it backfired.
After the sergeants were selected, Qin Mo had someone bring a table, took out the pens, ink, paper and inkstone that had been prepared long ago, and personally registered each soldier, mainly recording their place of origin, age, specialties and family situation.
It can be considered as a formal acquaintance.
After the registration was completed, Qin Mo asked the squad leaders to line up one by one and receive the equipment of each squad, including five pieces of weapons and three sets of armor. The specific distribution was also up to the squad leaders.
Delegate power fully.
By the time everything was done, it was almost noon.
It was not known whether Deng Mao did it on purpose or it was a real oversight, but he provided Qin Mo with enough personal soldiers and food supplies, but did not provide him with auxiliary personnel such as clerks, food and fodder officers, and cooks.
There is food but no one to cook.
Qin Mo thought for a moment and said, "Who can find a cook who can cook, regardless of gender?"
"I!"
"I!"
"I!"
Three sergeants stood up on the spot, all of whom had fellow villagers in the refugee camp.
"Go and bring the person here now." Qin Mo said.
"yes!"
The three of them left excitedly, this was a good job.
After everything was arranged, Qin Mo immediately announced the disbandment. According to the order in which they had registered, they were divided into groups of five and were ordered from front to back to choose their rooms and stay there first.
Finally there is a basic order.
After finishing his work, Qin Mo walked towards the backyard. No soldiers were arranged to stay here, so he went to the main hall alone and took out salt and beef from the dimensional space and prepared them.
Then, Qin Mo started walking in the backyard.
The entire courtyard had been looted by the Yellow Turban Army before Qin Mo moved in. Except for some daily necessities, all the good things had been taken away, leaving only an empty shell.
Walking into the study, Qin Mo unexpectedly found a "slippery fish", which was a ceramic bottle placed in the corner of the study. It was gray and looked very bad, so it had escaped the disaster.
As if by magic, Qin Mo put the ceramic bottle into the dimensional space.
He wondered if this ceramic bottle could be an antique if brought back to reality. If so, his previous dilemma of having no money to spend would be solved.
Even if it's not, it's no big deal.
After a while, the three sergeants found more than 20 cooks, most of whom were middle-aged women. Qin Mo didn't mind and casually appointed a slightly older one as the head cook, which made the latter grateful again and again.
This world...
"There is salt and meat in the backyard. We will give everyone a snack at noon." Qin Mo said.
It also aroused a wave of gratitude.
God have pity on them. In the past year, these people have even forgotten what meat tastes like. Suddenly they can have a meal of meat. It feels like a dream and they are happier than during the Chinese New Year.
The whole yard was in an uproar.
Qin Mo was full of emotion. In the prehistoric universe where he lived before, although the lives of ordinary people were better, overall they were not much better than those of the Three Kingdoms subcontinent.
On Blue Star, although the Taoism has disappeared, the lives of ordinary people are indeed much better than in ancient times.
This is the power of technology...
In the afternoon, Qin Mo assembled his personal guards and conducted simple queue training. He did not seek to determine the overall combat effectiveness, as long as "orders were followed and prohibitions were enforced", it would be considered a success.
Perhaps because of the extra meal at noon, the soldiers were obviously in better spirits than in the morning, and they were respectful enough to Qin Mo. In addition, wearing armor and holding weapons, at first glance, they really had a bit of military momentum.
There is a world of difference .
The training continued until five o'clock, when Qin Mo disbanded the team, returned to the backyard alone, and left "Honghuang".
