After the extraordinary meeting held due to the liberation of Sichuan, Ye Zhikui looked at Yang Du who was standing straight beside him.

"Master Marshal, after inspecting the military academy, he should have gone to Nanyuan and Haidian to inspect the training of the new army." Yang Du said without stopping while flipping through the record book.

If he insists on giving Yang Du an official title, he will be Ye Zhikui's secretary-general, and he and several other attendants will roughly formulate a schedule based on the priorities of the matter a few days ago.

After thinking about it, Ye Zhikui said, "There is no need to go back to the military academy, let's go directly to Nanyuan."

As soon as Ye Zhikui finished speaking, Xu Shichang came over rashly and said, "Master Marshal, I have some private matters to ask for advice."

With an eyebrow raised, Ye Zhikui probably guessed he was going to say something, and replied expressionlessly: "Go to the small room over there!"

After the two of them sat down, Ye Zhikui took off his gloves and placed them on the coffee table.

Xu Shichang clenched his hands tightly with some anxiety, and asked with courage: "Master Marshal, Gong Bao?"

Ye Zhikui knocked on the coffee table with his hand and frowned and said, "Yuan Shikai is eating well and sleeping well now."

Yuan Shikai was locked up by you, and he could only eat and sleep. Of course, he would have eaten and had good sleep. Xu Shichang was secretly bent in his heart. However, he said, "Master Marshal, when will Gong Bao come out?"

Political prisoners in later generations will not be imprisoned for decades, but will be imprisoned for five or four years. What are you anxious about?

"Bu Wu, you have to know that individuals are insignificant compared to the country. Yuan Shikai is keen on power and has a certain influence in the new army. If I let him out, can you guarantee that he will no longer cause trouble in the military government? Then I will be the sinner of history because of the losses to the country." Ye Zhikui thought it would be better to speak out.

Xu Shichang was silent, why didn’t I know that Yuan Shikai had such a great influence?

This was also caused by the impression of Yuan Shikai in later generations to Ye Zhikui. To put it bluntly, Ye Zhikui was a little worried about him, fearing that he could not control Yuan Shikai.

Unfortunately, Ye Zhikui didn't think about it. Yuan Shikai was at best a commander of the army, and the army was scattered by him, and his foundation was changed.

"Master Marshal, Gong Bao and I are ally brothers. I hope the Master Marshal can be a fan of his own eyes because he has no great evil." Xu Shichang said carefully.

Ye Zhikui thought for a moment and replied, "Don't worry, when the military government settles down, I will let him go. Now if he lets him go, do you think Zhao Sanduo, Cao Futian and others will let him go?"

Xu Shichang felt nervous and really forgot about this. Every time Zhao Sanduo and others saw him, Xu Shichang would feel grudges, let alone Yuan Shikai.

Helplessly, Xu Shichang had no choice but to say: "I hope the Grand Marshal will not forget what he said today."

Ye Zhikui scolded: "Bu Wu, it's not me who said you. Now China is in internal and external troubles. You should think more about how to contribute to the country, save the situation, and think about these small things all day long."

Xu Shichang is very innocent, and it is normal for people to come to plead for Yuan Shikai. After all, Xu Shichang is not an ungrateful person, but he can see that this marshal seems to be deeply wary of Old Yuan for some reason. Gong Bao, you should ask for blessings for yourself. Brother, I have tried my best.

After Xu Shichang left, Ye Zhikui went to Nanyuan without stopping to watch the training of the new army.

There are more than 10,000 new recruits from the National Defense Army in Nanyuan, with veteran Yao Liangcai as the general manager of the recruit training, Wu Dashan and He Zonglian as the general manager of the association, and Cook is the chief coach of the foreigners. According to the original training outline of the Wuyi Army, they proceed step by step.

When Ye Zhikui arrived, the training was exciting!

"Master Marshal!" Wu Dashan knew that Ye Zhikui was back today and was waiting with a few people. Someone reported it and quickly came out.

Ye Zhikui patted the beloved general's shoulder and said with a smile: "You and I will just click on it, how is the situation here."

Wu Dashan patted his chest and said proudly: "Don't worry, the Grand Marshal is in a direct position. It's not bad if I am Wu Dashan. These little bastards don't give in to me than I did back then."

"Is that so? Where can I go and see it?"

The group came to the practice ground and saw that the army was divided into several teams, with about 500 people in a team. Some were practicing formation discipline, and some were practicing marksmanship. The playground was busy, but it was in order, and it was not at all because of Ye Zhikui's arrival.

Wu Dashan walked to a team of people standing still, shouting: "Stop!"

These soldiers had already seen Ye Zhikui, but they still stood meticulously without military orders. When they heard a little rest, they all started to move and looked at Ye Zhikui eagerly. Who knew who was the first to shout: "Hello, Grand Marshal!"

Then there was a roar of shouts.

Ye Zhikui smiled and raised his hand to respond.

Wu Dashan shouted again: "Standing attentive!"

The soldiers stood up in an instant, looking ahead, silently.

"Look down!"

Five hundred people were placed on their chests without pausing at all, and they lay neatly on the ground.

Wu Dashan smiled and ordered, "Did you see the end over there? Follow the order to crawl forward. If anyone comes first, the Grand Marshal will reward him with a small item."

It's about a thousand meters away from the round trip.

These five hundred soldiers were restless, and looked straight at the finish line, their bodies were tense, their eyes were shining, and they were waiting for their lives.

Ye Zhikui smiled slightly, and he agreed with these small games in the army.

Wu Dashan opened his throat and said, "Start!"

Crazy, soldiers rushed forward.

Wu Dashan then looked at Ye Zhikui embarrassedly and said, "Master Marshal, I want you to spend money."

"Okay, don't pretend anymore. I don't know you yet. You look honest and treacherous!"

Wu Dashan smiled foolishly and asked again: "Master Marshal, when will I go to the Northeast?"

Ye Zhikui sighed, as if he was answering Wu Dashan, and he said to himself, "It's better not to go."

Just as Ye Zhikui and Wu Dashan didn't talk a few times, some soldiers had already reached the finish line and started crawling back.

Seeing that Ye Zhikui was gritting his teeth, his legs and arms were worn out, and his skin was bleeding, and he still refused to give in and slowed down. He led the way, and the soldiers who were a little behind him did not relax, and tried their best to surpass him.

Screaming, scurrying, the soldier finally came back, stood up, and with a victorious smile, he shouted: "Report to the Chief, Private Zhang Dawei has reached his goal and will repay you."

The other soldiers arrived one after another in a moment, but they all had a hint of annoyance and disappointment.

Ye Zhikui replied with a military salute seriously and praised: "Good! You didn't disappoint me, but this time only Zhang Dawei has a gift."

As he said that, he pulled out a revolver from his waist, handed it to Zhang Dawei in the envious eyes of everyone, and said, "This gun has been with me for two years. I am now giving it to you. I hope I will not let it down."

Zhang Dawei held the pistol and was excited and could not speak. His joy was beyond words, but his eyes were extremely firm.

Ye Zhikui patted his shoulder with satisfaction.

Afterwards, Ye Zhikui inspected the training of several other teams of soldiers. Seeing that most of the new troops did not get rifles, the only few thousand were eliminated by the old army. He also understood this situation in his heart. Although the Beiyang Machinery Bureau and the Jiangnan Manufacturing Factory worked overtime to produce, they could only meet the needs of the frontline.

It seems that he will build a military factory in Beijing and introduce several production lines. Thinking of forced machinery, Ye Zhikui also thinks that the newly established High-tech Academy is doing its best to analyze the Maxim machine gun and attempting to design China's own machine gun. I don't know how it is now.

"Master Marshal, Master Marshal." Seeing that Ye Zhikui began to shine again, Yang Du had to speak out to remind him.

"By the way, where are we going now?"

Wu Dashan pointed to a small courtyard and said, "The Grand Marshal asked Zhao Sanduo and others to compile the national martial arts, and now he is going there."

The big sword Wang Wu, the mysterious fist Huo Yuanjia, the hard-working monk Xincheng, the plum blossom fist Zhao Sanduo and other powerful martial arts skills, Ye Zhikui will not waste it. He gave them a task and asked them to work together to adapt a set of national skills suitable for soldiers to learn, just like the military boxing type in later generations.

After hearing that Ye Zhikui was happy and walked over quickly.

Before I could enter, I heard a sound of swords and guns coming from inside.

When he entered the yard, he found that it was Monk Xincheng who was knocking the brick on his head. Wang Wuyi tried to cut a large bluestone while cutting down on Huashan. Huo Yuanjia and Zhao Sanduo were relatively normal. The two were competing for boxing, and they were fighting each other, so they were so happy.

Ye Zhikui was stunned.

The sound of everyone entering the yard naturally alarmed several masters with excellent martial arts skills.

The Grand Marshal arrived and everyone saluted.

Zhao Sanduocai said: "The Grand Marshal is here just in time. We are competing for martial arts. Whoever wins in the end will focus on the training of soldiers."

Does this look like you have a frown? Ye Zhikui glanced at Wu Dashan gently.

"Everyone, fighting martial arts is too harmful to the harmony. The army only needs some simple and practical actions that are easy to learn and more practical." Ye Zhikui persuaded.

"Master Marshal, the monk's hard qigong is very practical, look at it." Monk Xincheng bent down at a small tree, and then hit his head.

I pushed, I pushed again, I pushed last, and the little tree fell down in response.

Monk Xincheng patted his bald head and said proudly: "How about it, Grand Marshal, this trick is good for monk."

It's good to be wrong, but there's no need to damage flowers, plants and trees everywhere.

Ye Zhikui was about to speak when Wang Wu, the big sword, stepped forward and said, "Monk, as long as you can take a certain knife with your head, you will be convinced."

Monk Xincheng looked at Wang Wu's big knife weighing more than 100 pounds, touched his head, and said, "On the battlefield, if the sergeant's knife is lost, wouldn't they surrender?"

Huo Yuanjia was standing aside with a calm expression on his face, but suddenly stepped forward and said, "No need to make a noise, look at Huo's mysterious fist."

Huo Yuanjia spread his arms and looked at another small tree. When Ye Zhikui was dazzled, he couldn't see Huo Yuanjia's fists clearly. The lush little tree was hit so that the leaves fell all over the ground, and finally became the commander of the bare feet.

Huo Yuanjia then packed up, took a long breath, pressed down his hands, and said slowly: "Master Marshal, how about it? Is it practical or not?"

Ye Zhikui…

Seeing that Zhao Sanduo was about to say something, Ye Zhikui quickly took action to stop him and said, "Heroes, how long have you practiced?"

"Huo has been practicing martial arts since he was a child."

"The monk also practiced martial arts since childhood."

Ye Zhikui sighed: "All the big shrimps, the soldiers outside don't have that much time. Ye hopes that they can practice some simple practical killing techniques in the shortest time. Nowadays, guns and cannons are the main focus in wars. Only when close soldiers are connected can these martial arts be used. Therefore, I hope that everyone can work together to develop a set of simple and easy-to-learn assassination actions based on the soldiers' rifles or swords. Otherwise, when these soldiers learn your martial arts, they may be able to go to the battlefield in decades!"

Several martial arts masters all turned a little red and were embarrassed to lower their heads.

Ye Zhikui gave a dead order and said, "Anyway, in ten days, I will see the military Chinese art that can be learned in one month."
Chapter completed!