The training of soldiers is a long-term process.

Although Wang Jian has experience in training soldiers, his experience only allows him to save energy and cultivate excellent soldiers more efficiently.

He couldn't shorten the training cycle - because the most important thing in cultivating excellent soldiers is to make this group of people with long-term malnourished and thin bodies grow strong.

This is a slow process that requires a lot of food and a lot of consumption to accumulate.

He stood in the sun, on the platform, looking at the slowly approaching Ying Zheng's frame, and asked questions.

Soon, the frame of the King of Qin arrived.

As the nearby servant heard a message, Wang Jian stood on the high platform, smiled and stretched out his head to greet Ying Zheng.

"Your Highness, you are here." He smiled happily.

Ying Zheng looked at him smirking, although he was not very surprised, he felt a little funny.

"Okay, come down." Ying Zheng said.

"Hey, okay." Wang Jian slowly climbed down the ladder from the high platform.

The king and his subjects, one tall and the other short, stood together, and felt a lot like two brothers.

"How is the training?" Ying Zheng asked casually.

He asked, leading Wang Jian through the army.

Wherever you pass, there is no obstacle.

Although the Qin soldiers did not know Ying Zheng, they could guess that Ying Zheng’s identity was not simple when they saw Wang Jian following Ying Zheng like a terrible person.

So some of them looked over curiously, while others were more cautious in straightening their backs and showing themselves.

"Then you must have been well trained." Wang Jian patted his chest: "If you have any problems, there are indeed some. This group of people are so edible that the meat that can be provided in Xianyang City is not enough."

"So what do you mean?" Ying Zheng knocked on the passing soldiers as he walked.

The muscles on these people's arms have been bulged.

Two or three months of delicious food and drink can indeed change people's body shape.

"What I see is still the same as before, and I will pull it out to see blood, one will nourish the murderous aura, and the other will sharpen it."

"Aren't these two points just one point?" Ying Zheng looked at it for a while and was a little satisfied. So he circled around, walked around from this place, returned to the platform, and finally gave Wang Jian the final reply: "You go and arrange it, and try to sharpen whatever you want, and ask for whatever you need."

"Then I want money." Wang Jian climbed up the pole.

"It's up to you." Ying Zheng waved his hand: "Call them to eat. I see that the meat has been piled up under the shed for a long time."

Moreover, when they were walking through the crowd, Ying Zheng could indeed hear the sound of soldiers' stomachs rumbling.

"Okay." Wang Jian took the order so much, and then climbed onto the platform and said, "Those who made mistakes in the previous drill will delay eating. If there is no mistake, eat in sequence according to the queue."

Ying Zheng is here, but Wang Jian has no intention of using the king's order to make soldiers obedient.

Ying Zheng heard Wang Jian's orders and did not respond.

He watched Wang Jian go around himself as the King of Qin and put his name in the eyes of the soldiers.

No response.

Wang Jian was on the high platform, smiling.

Ying Zheng stood under the platform and laughed.

They should be said to have a little tacit understanding.

This tacit understanding does not come from long-term exercise, but from knowing it.

Both of them knew each other’s ideas, and on this basis, they reached a consensus on interests, and then determined such a master-slave relationship.

Under this relationship, they will give each other trust.

Just like the current order.

Although it is Ying Zheng's interest, Ying Zheng does not care about who it is in the name of the implementation.

This is not because Ying Zheng did not understand the importance of military power, but because he had to give Wang Jian enough power.

It is a taboo thing in the army to be indiscriminate, to have unclear power and responsibilities, frequent military orders but cannot be taken from one place.

Giving Wang Jian the power can eliminate all the problems that arise from this.

Correspondingly, Ying Zheng only needs to ensure that Wang Jian himself cannot conspire against him.

This is a kind of decentralization and a kind of centralization.

Wang Jian also understood the disadvantages of doing this - if he controls military power, he will definitely be kept in mind and suspicious by Ying Zheng.

But, what does it matter?

With military power, it is so comfortable that people don’t have to be pointed at when doing things, ordinary people won’t know how comfortable it is!

Even if he was suspicious, Wang Jian felt it was worth it.

As for saying that it is more dangerous... Wang Jian has enough confidence.

He believed in Ying Zheng's ability more than he believed in himself.

This young Qin Wang Zheng was so ambitious and so intelligent.

He definitely has enough ability to check and balance himself.

This idea is a consensus.

The consensus between Wang Jian and Ying Zheng.

It is precisely because of this consensus that their strange relationship can be formed.

The soldiers followed Wang Jian's orders and lined up in a long line in an orderly manner, received ice wine and fat, either squatted or sat, under the shade of the tree, at the entrance of the tent.

They eat and drink.

The scorching sun was full of sweat, and the cold ice wine was swallowed by the bones. All the summer heat seemed to be washed by the ice wine, and the whole body was comfortable and the body and mind were cool.

"Happy!" The pheasant chewed in fat meat with big mouthfuls.

Around him, the soldiers from a garrison were also gushing with ice wine.

"How does this meat taste?" Someone came to the door of their camp.

The pheasant bit the meat, but did not let go, and looked up.

He is a young man who is as old as himself.

He has fair skin, beautiful appearance, and his clothes are even more beautiful than ever before.

The pheasant looked at him like a crash, biting the flesh and not speaking.

The young man then squatted down with the sun on his back, smiled kindly, and his teeth were white: "Don't be anxious, eat slowly, be so anxious, isn't there enough food every day?"

"Enough to eat." Pheasant looked at him and slowly stopped eating.

He didn't know who the young man in front of him was.

But he suddenly let go of the flesh in his mouth.

The young man smiled and tore off a small strip of meat from his hand, stuffed it into his mouth, and pursed his tongue, then he smiled: "It seems that your food is very salty."

"It's a bit salty, but it's delicious!" The pheasant suddenly felt a little frightened.

"Sit, please sit." He stood up in panic, wanting to ask the young man in front of him to sit down.

The young man smiled and waved his hand: "If you sit, don't sit."

He looked into the camp.

Several of the roommates of Ching also stood up in a hurry, carrying meat and wine, hoping to give him a good place.

"Don't panic." The young man smiled and said, "You eat first. I'll have to walk here. If you don't have enough food, or taste, or have anything else that's not satisfied, you can come to me and have a chat."

He said this and stepped back: "Then I'll go and have a walk first, you guys will eat first."

His smile was warm.

For some reason, cheesy suddenly felt a little chest tightness.

The eyes naturally became wet and tears flowed down.

He was not sad or excited.

Just a normal conversation.

He didn't even know who the other party was.

He didn't even know what the other person was named.

His tears flowed down.

Looking back, the roommates looked at each other.

Their tears flowed down.

No sadness, no excitement, no wailing.
To be continued...