Zhao Heng went out after breakfast with his grandma and mother. Zhao Fuxiang rushed back to Haidian Island last night. He said that there were still a thousand refugees on the island who had not been resettled, and he couldn't let go. But the real reason was only Zhao Fuxiang himself and Sun Yat-sen University.

Jing and the two knew that Zhao Fuxiang was afraid that Sun Jing would force him to hand over the public food again at night, so he had no choice but to find an excuse and run back to Haidian Island in advance.

Of course Sun Jing knew why Zhao Fuxiang ran away overnight, so he had a dark face early in the morning, making Zhao Heng afraid to talk to his mother.

After dinner, Zhao Heng helped his grandma Ma Guilan out and found that in addition to the sedan, there were two carriages at the door, both of which were filled with luggage.

Ma Guilan asked curiously: "Baby, what's going on? Why do you have so much extra luggage?"

Zhao Heng didn't know what it was, so he walked over and took a look, and found that besides clothes there were some books. At this time, a servant-looking man beside the carriage came over and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhao, I am a servant of Zhentai Mansion.

These are my young master’s luggage and books!”

It turns out that they all belong to Mao Shaohong. Is this guy bringing so many things to train or just to live?

Just at this time, Mao Shaohong walked out of the door and saw Zhao Heng standing in front of his carriage. Mao Shaohong smiled and said: "Brother, this is Mao Gui, and he is also my servant!"

Zhao Heng sighed and said: "Dear brother, didn't the commander say yesterday that you are not allowed to take care of the book boy?"

Mao Shaohong was taken aback for a moment and explained: "Yes, I have driven my close friend back, but I can't not bring a servant with me! Who will wash my clothes?"

"My dear brother, you are going to study, how can you bring some servants with you? If you insist on bringing some servants with you, I can only tell you that Zhang Juren will never accept you as his disciple!"

Hearing what Zhao Heng said, Mao Shaohong was very embarrassed. It was his dream to become the disciple of Zhang Wenming. Mao Shaohong thought for a while and said to Mao Gui: "Mao Gui, go back and tell my father that I am not alone."

bring!"

Hearing what the young master said, Mao Gui asked: "Master, what should I do with these luggage?"

Without waiting for Mao Shaohong to answer, Zhao Heng said directly: "Take them all back. I will send someone to get whatever you need!"

Mao Gui looked at Mao Shaohong and saw the young master nodding, so he had no choice but to order the handlebar to drive the car back.

Fortunately, Mao Shaohong didn't even bring a change of clothes except for the clothes he was wearing. However, Mao Shaohong thought that Gaopo Village was less than ten miles away from Fucheng, and he could just ask someone to come back to pick it up when he felt stable.

Zhao Heng first sent his grandmother and mother to the sedan chair, while he and Mao Shaohong took a carriage together.

The carriage walked out of the south gate along Nancheng Street, but instead of going west, it turned to the east, then bypassed the east city and went to the north.

Mao Shaohong was a native of Qiongzhou Prefecture. He saw that the carriage route was wrong and asked: "Brother, how did we go to the north? Isn't Master's home in Gaopo Village to the west?"

How could Zhao Heng tell him the truth? He had no choice but to go against his own conscience and lie: "Zhang Juren wants you to practice the Six Arts of a Gentleman first and let me help you improve your swordsmanship and riding skills, so let's go to Haidian Island first!"

The Six Arts of the Gentleman refers to the six skills of etiquette, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and counting. They were the six skills that nobles must possess during the Western Zhou Dynasty. Confucius further elaborated and integrated the six arts. Since then, the six arts have also become one of the core contents of Confucianism. Han and Tang Dynasties

The Confucian scholars of that period were not all weak scholars. Many of them were skilled in swordsmanship. For example, Li Bai was an excellent swordsman. In the Song Dynasty, the country weakened the role of force, so Confucian scholars included archery and swordsmanship among the six arts.

Slowly giving up. In the Ming Dynasty, the state selected talents through examinations, and naturally no one mentioned the archery and imperial skills.

Mao Shaohong also knew that Zhang Wenming was unconventional, so he was not surprised to hear Zhao Heng say this, but he was still a little uneasy when he thought of learning swordsmanship and riding skills.

"Brother, shall we go to Haikou? To Uncle Zhang's house?"

Mao Shaohong was talking about Zhang Youde, a member of the Thousand Households in Haikou. Zhao Heng said: "Absolutely!" He thought that Haidian Island could also be considered Haikou!

The group set out in the morning and arrived at Haidian Island at noon. By this time, Baisha Village had changed. Since the thousands of refugees came ashore a few days ago, the entire Baisha Village has grown from a village to a town.

Outside the entrance of the village is a shack built by a large number of refugees. They are going to carry out three days of purification here. Today should be the last day. Because it happens to be the food gate, the refugees are squatting on the ground eating their meals, and the air is filled with a smell of lard.

The taste is very tempting.

Mao Shaohong thought he was giving these refugees something good to eat, so he asked: "Brother, what are those refugees eating? It tastes so good!"

Zhao Heng smiled and led Mao Shaohong to the cooking area, took a wooden bowl from the canteen aunt in charge of cooking, handed it to Mao Shaohong and said, "Brother, you can have a try!"

Mao Shaohong saw a strange food in the wooden bowl with white stubble still exposed. It looked like brown rice porridge, but there should be other things in it. The whole porridge water was yellowish brown.

Mao Shaohong held the bowl and smelled it. There was a clear smell of lard residue in it, and it also had a sweet aroma. Mao Shaohong's family was well-off and had no worries about food and clothing. He had seen such a thing somewhere. He raised his head and asked: "

Senior brother, what is this?"

Zhao Heng took a wooden spoon and handed it to Mao Shaohong and said, "Try it, it's delicious!"

Mao Shaohong carefully scooped up a little bit with a spoon. After putting it into his mouth, a strange taste reached his taste buds. This kind of porridge contained salt, sugar, and a lot of lard, but there was also an indescribable...

It had a bitter taste. Mao Shaohong had eaten something like this before. He quickly spat out the food in his mouth and said with a grin: "Brother, what is this and why is it so unpalatable?"

Zhao Heng smiled and handed the bowl to the cafeteria aunt, then pointed at the refugees squatting on the ground and devouring their food and said: "Xian brother, your family is so rich that you are not used to eating this kind of food, but those refugees enjoy it very much. They have been displaced.

, they can’t have a full meal a day, and if my father hadn’t taken them in, they would have starved to death outside the city in a few days!”

Hearing that these people were saved by the fat uncle yesterday, Mao Shaohong said with gratitude: "Uncle Zhao is so compassionate!"

When Zhao Heng heard that Mao Shaohong actually thanked his father, he cursed in his heart that you really don't understand his evil-hearted father and how compassionate he is. He planned to let these refugees work as sweat workers and exploit them.

their residual value.

At this time, a person behind Zhao Heng said: "Son, what are you still doing here? Your father has sent all your new troops to the camp behind, why don't you go over and take a look?"

The person who spoke behind was Zhao Heng's mother, Sun Jing. After she came back, she changed her clothes and came over to continue purifying the refugees. She saw Zhao Heng walking around with that brat, so she said something.

Zhao Heng was overjoyed when he heard what his mother said. At the same time, he was worried that his father didn't know what crooked melons and cracked dates he had left for him, so he quickly took Mao Shaohong to the camp behind.

Passing through Baisha Village and arriving at the seaside, Zhao Heng and his men have cleared out a hundred acres of open space. This is Zhao Heng's new army camp.

At this time, the Five King Kongs in the New Army were practicing formation with a group of selected refugees. Seeing Zhao Heng coming back, Zhang Guozhu, the leader of the Five King Kongs, hurried over and said: "Sir, you are back!"

Zhao Heng nodded and looked at these people first. It seemed that his father had not lied to him. The fifty people handed over to him were indeed young men of seventeen or eighteen years old. Although some of them were shorter, after three

After being purified, at least my energy and spirit are now like a normal person.

"Zhang Guozhu, are all these people sent by my father?"

Zhang Guozhu smiled and said: "Oh no! I am so busy with things, where can I take care of these things? This is what my subordinates led people to select. We selected the best fifty people, and the remaining fifty people were taken care of by Fan."

That guy Jian took him to Xinbu Island!"

After hearing this, Zhao Heng nodded repeatedly: "Okay, you did a good job! There are exactly five of you. Each of you leads ten people. Ten people form a platoon. You are the platoon leader!"

Zhao Heng has been thinking about the establishment of the army for a long time. He originally wanted to learn the 3-3 system of later generations of armies, but Zhao Heng asked his grandfather Zhao Zhikuan that they would never be able to produce automatic weapons in their lifetime, so learning the 3-3 system of infantry squads based on machine guns in later generations would not work.

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Zhao Zhikuan said that automatic weapons are not good, but that kind of front-loading musket is simple. As long as there is steel supply, it can be produced quickly. In this case, the organization of the army must adapt to the development of weapons. In the history of war, the formation of queuing to kill is the most slippery.

It was the French army in the Napoleonic era, so Zhao Heng copied the military system of the future new army from the French army.

In Zhao Heng's plan, a row of soldiers consists of twelve people, and nine rows constitute a company. A company of soldiers forms the basic unit of the era of queuing to kill - a horizontal team. Ten companies form a battalion, and the entire battalion can form a three-dimensional wide formation when lined up.

With a frontal firing line of 100 meters, under the continuous firepower of muskets, it is difficult for any troops to rush close.

The battalion was the basic combat unit of the French army throughout the Napoleonic period. An infantry battalion, coupled with an artillery company equipped with six to eight cannons, formed a large square formation that could defend against cavalry charges. Five infantry battalions formed a regiment, and two

The regiments form an infantry division, coupled with some dragoon regiments, baggage regiments and other auxiliary units. The maximum size of a French infantry division can reach about 16,000 people.

Napoleon used these infantry divisions to defeat the Russian-Austrian Allied Forces' superior strength of 90,000 troops in the Third Anti-French Alliance with a weak force of 70,000 troops, and won a major victory in the Battle of Austerlitz. Napoleon also

Reached the pinnacle of his personal life.

Of course, this is Zhao Heng's ideal formation of the new army. However, at this time, Zhao Heng only has fifty people, not even enough for a company, and can only form half a horizontal team, so those division-level battles are completely out of the question.
Chapter completed!