Son of Song Dynasty

Chapter 90
Sun Chengli's "please dot formation" is to ask Zhao Dezhao to choose one from the atlas of stacked formations, and then ask the army to show you the live practice of this formation—this is similar to ordering food by looking at pictures in a restaurant It's the same thing. In this era when reviewing troops, they don't walk in square formations or goose steps. In addition to seeing whether the sergeants are strong and whether the armor and equipment are bright, it is also to see the formation drills.

Zhao Dezhao had always only known about such things as formation diagrams and formations, but he didn't understand the specifics at all.

He didn't want to appear ignorant in front of Sun Chengli, so he didn't ask Shi Anfu for advice, but casually picked a seemingly simple "three talents formation" from the stack of formation diagrams presented by Sun Chengli.

Sun Chengli stood on the general's platform and shouted orders. Several flag bearers polished the five-color order flag of the Chinese army, and the military drums beat rhythmically. The tens of thousands of troops on the school field immediately moved after receiving the signal from the general's platform.

The scene of 5 to [-] people running together is quite spectacular. From Zhao Dezhao's position, it seems that countless porridge grains are boiling and rolling in a frying pan. You can hear the sound of running footsteps, the friction of nail leaves, The clinking of guns, spears and swords, all kinds of sounds mixed together.

The "Three Talents Formation" was set up very well, and Zhao Dezhao changed another formation under Sun Chengli's request.The command flag was waved on the stage, the rhythm of the drums changed suddenly, and the sergeants started a new round of running again. The smoke and dust billowed on the field of the colonel, like a huge earth dragon circling and swimming.

For the vast majority of Song people, tens of thousands of people performing formations at the same time is extremely rare and shocking.

Zhao Dezhao noticed that Shi Yuanliang, who was standing beside him, and the hundreds of Golden Spear Straights and Jun Rongzhi who served as guards of honor, almost all of them had their eyes wide open, staring at the performance in the audience very intently.

But in Zhao Dezhao's own opinion, this kind of dusty and chaotic large-scale group exercises obviously has a lot of visual impact, and there is nothing to shock. Compared with the large-scale group performances at the opening ceremonies of the Olympic Games and the National Games, they are so inferior.

The most important thing is that Zhao Dezhao has serious doubts in his heart, such a method of running around in circles to perform inspections, can he tell a bird about the combat effectiveness of the army?
Well, I guess we can only test the lower limit of the soldiers' physical strength. As long as there are not too many old, weak, sick and disabled people in the team, so that a large area will be exhausted after just two rounds, the scene will definitely be passable. After all, It's just a flower stand.

Just as he was groaning in his heart, suddenly a gust of early spring wind blew up, whistling the billowing dust on the field of the university, and suddenly attacked the general's platform sitting in the north and south.

"Bah, bah, bah!" Zhao Dezhao closed his eyes and spat a few times before spitting out the sand in his mouth. While covering his face with his hands, he scolded angrily, "What kind of shit is this?! Stop, stop, give me!" I stopped!"

Sun Chengli's face became even uglier. He snorted heavily, and then issued a general order, and then the drum beat again, and waved the command flag on the stage, and the field quickly stopped.

"Your Highness, can you give rewards to the soldiers?" Shi Yuanliang saw that it was almost done, and asked Zhao Dezhao for instructions.

"Let's post it." Zhao Dezhao rubbed the sand in his eyes and nodded weakly.

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Twenty cash boxes full of copper coins were lined up, and twenty officials held military registration books in their hands to roll out the rewards. The soldiers who were counted walked to the front of the general platform in groups of 20, and faced the high-ranking commander. Zhao Dezhao kowtowed and shouted, "Thank you for your grace, thank you for your highness." Then the officer in charge of distributing the money took a bunch of copper coins that had been counted, and then replaced a group of soldiers.

The specific affairs of these rewards are all handled by a group of experienced hands that Shi Yuanliang asked for from his uncle Shi Shouxin.Zhao Dezhao didn't need to worry about anything, he was only responsible for sitting there quietly and showing his face.

Zhao Dezhao spent his old nose to find hundreds of thousands of coins, and specifically asked the emperor's father to let him appoint him as an imperial comfort envoy, just to let every group of officers and soldiers who received the reward He could recognize Zhao Dezhao's appearance, and he could remember that it was Shi En who gave the money to His Royal Highness, Prince Tianshui County of the old Zhao family.

He didn't expect to pay some rewards to make these officers and soldiers loyal and die for him, but at least he could take this opportunity to show his face and show his name, so that these tens of thousands of officers and soldiers can know that there is a man like him. is a necessary first step.

Those who receive the rewards in public on the campus are only mid-level and lower-level officers and ordinary soldiers. High-ranking generals like Sun Chengli, the commander of the capital, receive rewards of tens of thousands of guan every time, and there will naturally be special carriages later on. Sending rewards quietly to the house is an old and well-established rule.

Zhao Dezhao originally thought that the roll-call awards for every 20 people would be very slow, and it would take two or three days to award the awards to more than 4 people.

But he soon found out that he was wrong. The officers and soldiers in front of the palace who received the money and the officials who rolled the rolls to present the rewards were so proficient in dealing with this set that the progress exceeded expectations.

When it was nearly dusk, there were less than 5000 officers and soldiers left in the front of the palace who had not yet received their rewards. If you think about it, you can light up lanterns and torches at most and add a little night shift. There's no need to face Sun Chengli's stinky face tomorrow.

"Your grandma, it's much easier to collect the reward money than to gather in the school field. Is this the first-class elite of my Great Song Imperial Army?"

Cursing inwardly, Zhao Dezhao stepped down from the general's platform, moved his waist that was numb from sitting for too long, and then stood beside an officer in charge of distributing money, closely observing every soldier who came up to receive the reward. It was soon discovered that the famous name of the Dianqian Division was not completely in vain. Although not all of these soldiers were tall and strong, there was basically no old or weak among them.

"Huang Erzhu." The officer in charge of the roll call read out the next name while holding the military roll, and a tall soldier in his 30s trotted up.

He kowtowed to thank Zhao Dezhao, and his behavior was very neat, but the movement of receiving money from the official's hand seemed extraordinarily awkward. Holding the string of copper coins in both hands was like holding a piece of burning coal, grinning while gasping, while not Change hands.

When he turned around, Zhao Dezhao smelled a foul smell and immediately stopped him: "Stop, spread your hands!"

The soldier named Huang Erzhu was stunned, as if he didn't know where to put the string of money after spreading his hands. He was immediately kicked by the officer in charge of distributing the money and trembling: "His Royal Highness is talking to you!"

Only then did Huang Erzhu come to his senses, he hurriedly let go and threw the string of money on the ground, stretching out his palms and spreading them upwards.

Zhao Dezhao looked closely and found that both of his palms were swollen like steamed buns, but they were not smooth and tender white noodles, but a pair of rotten steamed buns that were yellow and greenish, festering and emitting a foul odor.

(End of this chapter)