For Liu Cheng, moving to the small station in the town gave him more autonomy and had the possibility of strengthening the control of the army. This is what he hoped to see, but how much could be done, especially today when the fire in the south was about to sweep, it was necessary to leave the will of fate.

In fact, how much Liu Cheng could do depends not only on the Qing court's control over the Right Army of the Wuwei, but also on Liu Cheng's own ability, but the most important thing is Chen Wen, because Chen Wen held something that was crucial to the Qing court and Liu Cheng, that was time!

After leaving Ningbo, Chen Wen embarked on the way back to Nanjing. When he arrived, Chen Wen escorted Wang Yi's daughter and had to walk slowly on the way. When Chen Wen set off and returned, there were no female relatives. Chen Wen took the guards to ride on the official road. It was easy to walk on both journeys in one day.

After crossing the Qiantang River, Chen Wen did not stop and headed straight to the camp of Niushou Mountain. Niushou Mountain Camp is a military restricted area. There are no less than three battalions of Jiangsu and Zhejiang Ming troops stationed around the camp. A large number of guards were patrolling with military dogs. Unless the army was straight, the spies of the team were spies, let alone spies, even if they entered the inspection area, they would be captured and interrogated in the yamen, and they would not be able to figure out the secrets.

In such a military aircraft, the training content inside is actually not worthy of such a high-standard confidentiality level. At least from the surface, there is no mistake at all.

Ding Junjie has been in the camp for more than half a year. His daily training subjects are nothing more than queue marching training, queue conversion training, weapon training, and unique training subjects of the Jiangsu and Zhejiang Ming Army, such as column anti-pressure training, array confrontation, and military discipline and law propaganda. These are all.

On the training ground, Ding Junjie and his team of infantry held the butt in their right hand, leaned the musket on their shoulders, and slowly moved forward with a step, looking dull and lifeless.

"The sixth in the first row, why are you so high? You are not afraid of pulling your crotch?"

The training officer's anger sounded, and Ding Junjie subconsciously glanced at his leg lifting action. He had been in the recruit training camp in Jinhua and could also move in line, but he had never been like here. There was someone who taught how to walk, and there was nothing to say.

Ding Junjie's head lowered slightly, and his dark eyes looked down, crossed his nose, his mouth and even his military uniform. He could clearly see that the lifting of his legs did not seem to be too high, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

He has rich training experience and his self-examination movements are minimal. However, such a slight movement cannot escape the eyes of the training officer. The next reprimand immediately aroused because of him.

"Ding Junjie, you are the fifth in the first row, what should I see? I can hear it clearly. I stared at the front, stared at your enemies, and continued to move forward!"

"Uh, the fifth..."

After hearing the words of the training officer, Ding Junjie suddenly realized that yesterday afternoon, an infantryman in their team could not withstand this long-term and boring training, and was cleared out after a few words of contradictory to the training officer. The Northern Expedition should not think about it, and he could not even return home now. Instead, he was temporarily placed in a camp dedicated to hosting these new recruits. After all, they would have to wait until the Northern Expedition was over.

The truth is that Ding Junjie once heard his father who had passed away for a long time. When Chen Wen was training the Nantang camp on Dalan Mountain, he told everyone that the army was talking about a ban on orders. If a soldier cannot respond correctly to orders immediately, he may kill the robes around him. Therefore, any soldier who cannot obey orders will be punished.

The intensity of the punishment is different, and it is also different from different periods. Ding Junjie clearly remembers that his father mentioned the Fourth Killer Team of the Nantangying Armored Shou, which is the team his father played for when he was alive. There was a spearman and a fire soldier who were very disobedient. There were always some individual actions, so he was often pulled out and whipped.

However, these two soldiers survived the battle in the end. One is the highest commander of a division-level unit, and the other is the director of a bureau in Nantang Camp, which is known as the courage of the entire army. Now, it is still the lack of military resources at that time. Otherwise, if it were like this now, I would have been bombed out of the camp long ago and could still climb to the penalty ranking?

“Times are different.”

My mind flew elsewhere, but fortunately, such a mechanical act, as long as you follow the orders, you don’t even need to occupy any thinking space. As long as the body adapts to the rhythm, it’s enough to support your ears and listen to the orders, he doesn’t make any fool of himself.

"Stand firm!"

"To the right, look at it!"

“Look forward and look!”

"After a moment!"

"stand at attention!"

"Back, turn!"

When the order was issued, Ding Junjie was no different from the soldiers he was in, and stopped mechanically. Next, with the issuance of this series of orders, Ding Junjie and the others also completed the corresponding actions like mechanically.

"How long will it take for the queue to train today?"

Ding Junjie asked this question at different moments every day, but he never dared to put it into words because the military law was very strict, so he didn't want to take whips.

In fact, since he joined the army, he has lived a fulfilling life every day, but this kind of training is really boring. Especially at the beginning, the training officers drew lines on the ground, stepping on the line every step, and maintaining the same speed as the queue. He even shouted in his heart more than once, such as "Walking requires people to teach you" in his heart. However, in order to be able to follow the army to fight the northern expedition, he still persisted tirelessly, and even practiced more for this. Now, he has just walked more in line, as if that's all.

Taking the same steps, Ding Junjie and the others walked to the place where they had just walked. A group of soldiers passed by. They were not like Ding Junjie and other soldiers, with guns on their shoulders and simultaneous distances. Instead, they carried shoulder straps of muskets and walked one by one to the distance shooting range.

Ding Junjie knew that these soldiers were different from them, and they were all veterans in the army. Even the muskets carried on their shoulders were different to those they used - not only had a longer range, but also seemed to have higher accuracy. Unfortunately, he had never touched them with his own hands, so he really didn't know the difference here.

However, personally, the musket on his shoulder was already very good. His father was a palladium-killing hand when he was alive. He had never touched the musket, and even if he had touched it, it was far inferior to him now.

At that time, the muskets in the army were all bird guns, either from capture or from musket craftsmen from the Dalanshan Construction Department. They all have certain sizes. Unlike the muskets today, they are not only of the size, but also have no fuses. According to the shooting training officer who always looked disappointed, "With several loading steps, you can shoot several more shots on the battlefield than those with fuses. If I had this back then, I would not have changed it to a wife. It would be like you fools who are lucky in a blessing."

The flintlock gun on the body is a bit heavy, but during live ammunition shooting training, it seems that the range of the Lumi gun that was used in the Jinhua Newcomer Training Camp was farther than the one used in the Jinhua Newcomer Training Camp. Even the recoil is much greater, but compared with the turtledove-legged gun that requires a stand for shooting, it is still much smaller.

Today's training was all in the queue from morning to afternoon, and Ding Junjie and the others were completely speechless. I remember that during the lunch break, Huang Dazhuang, who was behind him, complained in the dormitory. This man with his name was the one who disliked such boring training the most. Ding Junjie even thought that he would send the complaints to the training officer. But now it seems that this guy's temperament is not as impulsive as he felt when he first entered the camp.

It is April now, the sun shining in the sky, and sweat drips on the body and the ground as the movements move. Fortunately, the Ming army in Jiangsu and Zhejiang is said to be practicing in the winter and practicing in the summer. As long as it is not for vacation or combat, it must be trained in the camp. There has never been an exception, and no one can be an exception.

Time passed little by little, and after a long time, the sound of the training completed sounded. Ding Junjie was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but after seeing the faces of the training officer and the temporary team officer Lao Huang, he did not dare to do anything. He continued to have a stern face and waited for the order to disband.

However, the order to disband was not waiting. Instead, the sound of drums gathering on the colonel's field sounded. When the teams around him heard the order, they quickly reorganized the team and left the colonel's field, and they were the same.

"Today's training is over, thank you for your hard work. I have something to announce..."

On the squad, the general training officer of the camp shouted loudly with an iron horn, and the soldiers below also responded to the sound, "Practice for the rise of China."

In response, Su Jingzhi beside Ding Junjie lowered his voice and said, "There is something to be announced again, and I will not let someone have dinner." Another robe called Li Youzhi followed by a "yes", but as soon as he said the word "just", he saw Lao Huang glaring at them and quickly closed his mouth.

The general training officer on the stage was previously the head of the Military Training Department, and was transferred to the Niu Shoushan Camp. Ding Junjie knew that this civilian officer who had been sitting in the office for a long time was the captain of a firearm team in Nantang Camp when he was on Dalan Mountain. He was famous for his shooting skills. In the army, he once killed a bird on the distant wall with a bird gun in front of Chen Wen. He was very famous. However, perhaps because he had been sitting in the office for too long, the bureaucrats were too angry, and he would always gather the entire army to speak, which really made them and the soldiers very angry.

"The captain of Dalanshan, the captain of my father when he was alive, is now a notorious traitor. If this comparison is made, the general training officer seems not so annoying."

"Brother Niu, you don't look like you're fine."

"I, I..."

The few words "I" that Niu Zhong came and went back and forth, but finally turned into a sigh. Seeing this, Ding Junjie knew that it was really bad to force others, so he extinguished his mind. However, unlike on weekdays, Niu Zhong grabbed Ding Junjie's arm and told him about his life experience that he did not want to reveal.

"Brother Ding, I know you have always been wondering why you have never seen me in the Jinhua New Recruitment Training Camp. Today I will make it clear that I received the junior training at the Jinhua New Recruitment Training Camp, but my mother quickly arranged the garrison in Yiwu County by placing my father's charisma when he was alive."

When he was alive, when he heard this, Ding Junjie immediately understood why he was so close to Niu Zhong. It turned out that they had the same life experience - their fathers were all killed in the battlefield. However, when Niu Zhong finished speaking the following words, he was stunned on the spot.

"My father, like Uncle Ding, was the king who began to follow on Dalan Mountain. Maybe they knew each other. But unlike Uncle Ding who died in the battle behind Siming Mountain Palace, my father was a defeated general. Not only did he fail to complete the task entrusted by the king, the entire army was also annihilated by the Tartars in Tiantai Mountain."

"ah?"
Chapter completed!