After dinner, the recruits took a walk in the camp to digest food, or gathered together to chat in groups.

Yang Yifei temporarily released the mobile house a little far from the camp, as the temporary residence of Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu. He would take them to the Marshal's Mansion to see the environment tomorrow dawn, and then "decorate" the house.

The Marshal's Mansion of the Tartars is located in the west of the city, dozens of feet away from the military camp. As the supreme leader of the army, it is naturally very close to the military camp. This is also the reason why the Sun can take the army to the south of the city so quickly.

As tens of thousands of Tartars left Chang'an, a large number of houses emerged from Chang'an City, including houses where Tartar nobles lived and ordinary houses where Tartar people lived.

Yang Yifei will send people to register one by one in the future. These houses can be used to reward meritorious soldiers and future officials of the court in the future.

This operation can avoid the large-scale construction after the official founding of the People's Republic of China, causing the scene of "prosperity, suffering of the people, suffering of the people", and also avoid further damage to the ecological environment. After all, the environment around Chang'an is not good.

After the recruits fell asleep at night, the Taoists needed to stand guard and work. In any case, it was impossible not to arrange a sentry in the military camp.

Although there are a little less staff, Quanzhen's disciples are not ordinary people, and they are equipped with arms. They work for half an hour at night and are divided into 8 posts, which happens to be 6 people per post.

The six leaders of Qiu Chuji, Yin Zhiping, Miao Daoyi, Zhang Yong, Tian Peng and Liu Yuxuan do not need to stand guard, but they need to get up in turns to check the post at night. Yang Yifei sent each person an alarm clock, and they will coordinate the time.

Of course, Yang Yifei occasionally gets up to check posts, and now he has officially entered a military force, so he must be vigilant at all.

Although they are still small and have little population in their homes, the area of ​​this camp is not small. The wooden fence more than two meters high on the edge of the camp can only block ordinary people, but cannot prevent martial arts masters.

Yang Yifei thought that he had to install a circle of solar street lights inside and outside the camp. That thing was cheap, and each was 3 points per plane, and it would not hurt the 100 planes. This would make the camp much more safe. Those who were on duty on duty should be more than fifteen meters away from the edge of the camp.

The ten watchtowers must also be erected in the camp, with four heavy machine guns on the tower, facing in four directions, and two people must be on duty with flares and signal guns at any time, so as to avoid being sneaked into and assassinated by martial arts masters to the greatest extent.

Although the people of Jinlun Dharma King, Yin Kexi, and Xiaoxiangzi are still unknown, they cannot guarantee that the Tatars have other masters, so they must be careful.

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The next morning, the Taoist priests still got up early to do morning classes. By the end of the morning class, the recruits had already gotten up.

The ancients had the habit of working from sunrise to rest from sunset, so when the sky was dawn, their biological clocks had already awakened them on their own, and the wake-up number seemed to be useless.

It was not until this moment that the recruits saw Qiu Chuji and others doing morning classes. After inquiring, they realized that they were all Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect.

The training outline Yang Yifei was handed over to Miao Daoyi yesterday, and he was appointed as the temporary chief instructor. The first step for the recruits to train is not the queue, but the military posture, that is, the posture of standing attentiveness.

They are different from Quanzhen's disciples. Quanzhen's disciples have been practicing martial arts since childhood. They are all tall and have their own temperament. After a little training, they will come out.

But these ordinary people do not have that foundation, so half an hour of military posture training is indispensable every day. Only after standing for half an hour of military posture will you start queue training.

Yang Yifei and Li Mochou stayed in the training ground for a while. After a little inspection, they saw that the training was on track, so they asked Yin Zhiping to take a team and follow him to the Marshal of the Tartars' Mansion to see. Li Mochou also led Xiaolongnu to go with him, while Qiu Chuji was in charge of the camp.

The area outside the camp is full of open space without any obstruction. This is to prevent people from lurking and approaching. Through this open space, there are houses after houses.

The largest mansion is opposite the middle section of the military camp, and is the Marshal's Mansion of the Tartars, which is a large manor covering an area of ​​no less than 100,000 square meters.

When Yang Yifei and his party arrived in front of the manor gate, the manor gate was closed, and a Quanzhen disciple stepped forward and slapped the door.

The reason why he did not fly in directly and opened the door by himself was because everyone knew that although the people living here were Tartar nobles, the servants and servants must be basically Han people. In order to avoid scaring them, Yang Yifei ordered a guest to knock on the door politely.

After a while, the door opened and an old man who looked over fifties and had gray hair came out. Behind him, two young men in servants' clothing were seen carrying a thick door bolt in their hands.

Seeing Quanzhen disciples wearing the same camouflage uniform, the old man's eyes lit up. He bent down and quickly walked down the steps, walked to everyone, bowed with his fists, and said carefully: "Do you dare to ask if you are the heroes of the rebel army?"

The Quanzhen disciple knocked on the door and introduced to the old man: "This is the leader of my rebel army. He respects Yang Yifei, and can be called Commander Yang. This is Mrs. Yang, this is Mrs. Yang's junior sister, Miss Long."

The old man looked at Yang Yifei excitedly and said, "Is it the Yang Daxian who sent a notice from the sky and killed the Tartar army in just a few hours?"

When Yang Yifei heard the title of Yang Daxian, he was quite amused and crying. Why did he sound so much like a charlatan who fooled the world? Li Mochou could not help laughing out loud.

Yang Yifei said in a gentle voice: "You can just call me Commander Yang. I don't know what the old man calls me. What position do you hold in this Tartar Marshal's Mansion?"

The old man moistened his eyes and said with joy and sorrow: "Return to Commander Yang's words, the old servant Li Fulai entered this mansion as a servant at the age of fourteen. It has been thirty-eight years now."

"At first, the owner of this mansion was the Jin Tartars. Later, the Mongolian Tartars came and drove away the Jin Tartars, and the owner became the Mongolian Tartars again."

"The old servant has been waiting for decades and waiting for it for decades. Finally, in his lifetime, he saw that the owner of this mansion has become a Han man. Even if the old servant dies, he can close his eyes!"

Yang Yifei looked moved, and stepped forward to hold Li Fulai's hand, patted his back, comforted him, "Uncle Fu doesn't have to be sad. Now that we are here, everyone will no longer have to be oppressed and bullied by the Tartars."

The turbid tears in Li Fulai's eyes finally slid down, and he nodded repeatedly: "Old servant, I believe, Commander Yang defeated tens of thousands of Tartars in just one day and fled. You will definitely drive all Tartars out of the land of our Han people."

Yang Yifei let go of Li Fulai's hand and said solemnly: "That's natural. On the day our People's Army is formed, we will only be able to bully the Tartars in the world. The Tartars can no longer bully our Han people."

After saying this, Yang Yifei said warmly: "Uncle Fu, you have been in this mansion for decades. I believe you are very familiar with everything in the mansion, right?"

Li Fulai wiped his tears and said, "Yes, among the servants in the mansion, the old servant is the oldest and has been the longest. After the Tartars escaped, the servants and maids asked the old servants to be the master."

"The old servant told them that my Han rebel army has arrived. In the future, the owner of this mansion will definitely be Han people. He will treat everyone well and let them wait with peace of mind."

"The people in important positions such as housekeepers, chefs, and accountants are all Tartars. They have already followed the Tartar Marshal. There are still 116 servants and maids left in the mansion, and some of them are also knowledgeable in cooking and accounting."

Yang Yifei nodded with relief. This was good news. In this way, they just need to "check in with their bags".

"Okay, Uncle Fu, from today on, you will be the butler of this mansion."

After saying this, Yang Yifei looked up at the plaque "Marantor's Mansion" at the door. With a move, the plaque flew up.

When the plaque flew behind everyone, Yang Yifei turned around with his hands and eyes condensed, and his mind turned into an impact, breaking the plaque into pieces.

Then, Yang Yifei bought a blank plaque in the system mall and hung it on it. He waved his hand and released the black iron dagger. His fingers were scratched, and the black iron dagger engraved a string of words on the plaque - the People's Army Command.

Li Fu looked at these scenes with an extremely fanatical look. It was indeed a magical method. The good days for the Han people in the north are coming!
Chapter completed!