my grandfather was qin shi huang

After all, the return of new soldiers to camp is a big event. As the commander-in-chief, Zhao Ying dressed up early in the morning and went there in person. What surprised him was that Wang Li, a great talent, arrived earlier than him.

"General—"

Wang Li bowed his hands to Zhao Ying with a serious look on his face and saluted him. Not to mention, this guy was serious and looked like a general. Zhao Ying jumped off the horse and returned the salute with a smile.

"You arrived quite early today. It will probably take a while for the new recruits to return to camp..."

Zhao Ying glanced at the camp, which still looked a little empty, and said with a smile. Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, a strange look appeared on Wang Li's face.

"General, everyone is here..."

Zhao Ying raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Done?"

It is a full seventy or eighty miles from Mei County to here. Even if these recruits start their journey early in the morning, they should arrive here after Chenshi.

If we take into account factors such as the heavy snowfall, difficult roads, and the fact that some people live in relatively remote areas, it is actually reasonable to wait a little longer. Therefore, although Zhao Ying came here early in the morning today, Zhao Ying's original intention was not to be traditional. I just want to see the mental state of my new recruits after a few days off.

He glanced at the camp that still seemed empty with some surprise.

"Where's the man, are you afraid you're kidding?"

"It's all inside..."

Wang Li's expression became even weirder.

Zhao Ying also asked, and simply walked over and opened a tent closest to him.

Five people, all neatly sitting on their beds, were endorsing in a low voice. At this time, they suddenly saw Zhao Ying and Wang Li coming in, and they all hurriedly stood up and saluted.

"Have seen the general——"

Zhao Ying waved his hand and looked at the recruit nearest him with some confusion.

"I remember you, sir, right? Tell me why you came so early..."

Seeing that his general was able to call his own pawn by name, the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy who called the leader suddenly turned red with excitement, held his head high, and answered loudly.

"Back to the general, my grandma and grandma asked me to come back as soon as possible. They said that the general taught us to read, write, and learn the art of war. He was our great benefactor. He just drove me back after the New Year - I came too late. , some of them arrived the day before yesterday..."

Zhao Ying: ...

He calculated that the day before yesterday was just the Chinese New Year.

Glancing at the few recruits who looked a little uneasy, Zhao Ying smiled broadly, but the feeling in his heart became increasingly weird. Are all the old Qin people of today like this when they join the army?

The year has passed!

However, it is naturally a good thing that the morale of his recruits is high and they have the support of their parents.

Coming out of the tent, Chen Ping, who received the news of Zhao Ying's arrival, had already walked over quickly holding a roll of bamboo slips.

"Lord, the new recruits, a total of [-], have all been killed. They can start testing their mastery of the art of war at any time..."

Listening to Chen Ping's report with a normal expression, Zhao Ying raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Chen Ping in surprise.

"When I first accepted this person, I was still calling him Young Master politely. It's only been a few days since I came to the new barracks, and now I suddenly changed my name to Lord?"

In this era, there is still a big difference between calling a general or a lord. Calling a general means acknowledging that he is your subordinate. Calling a lord means that he will serve you as his master in the future. If one day, he wants to change his family, he will be attacked by people. scorned.

However, Chen Ping shouted naturally, and Zhao Ying nodded very naturally.

Wang Li: ...

Hearing Chen Ping's address, Wang Li's eyes suddenly widened.

No wonder the young master told me yesterday to discuss this with this piece of shit. The emotional piece of shit has been secretly put under the young master’s command, and he has become his lord!

Wang Li admitted that he was a little sour.

But he must admit that this guy named Chen Ping is really quite capable. The entire art of war assessment was organized in an orderly manner, making it particularly easy for him and Zhao Ying.

The assessment questions are actually very basic. They are to give several specific environments and restrictions, and examine how these people set up camp and form their troops. For example, in the third question, we have three thousand cavalry, one man and two horses. How much food and grass must we carry if we go deep into the enemy's territory for ten days.

Such things as these are all tests of a person's basic ability to lead troops in combat.

An hour later, the exam ended.

Zhao Ying and Wang Li were responsible for marking the test papers themselves, while Chen Ping was responsible for copying the scores. The three of them worked all day until evening before all the scores were calculated.

Looking at the ranking of results, Wang Li couldn't help but be stunned.

The young disciple he was most optimistic about usually ranked second, Chen Sheng ranked third, and the first ranked disciple turned out to be a name he had never heard of-Zhang Han!

"Who is this Zhang Han? Why does it look familiar to me..."

Wang Li looked at this guy who suddenly appeared with some confusion. Although those questions are simple, as long as you study hard, you can basically answer them fairly well, but it is not easy to stand out.

For example, the problem that the young master personally presented, leading three thousand cavalry and going deep into the enemy's hinterland, is actually a test of one's mind and vision.

Zhang Han relied on this problem to win the first place against Chen Sheng.

He not only proposed to feed the enemy, but also put forward detailed suggestions for encircling the points to reinforce and annihilate them in this situation. His suggestions were bold and meticulous, and highly operational. Even he had to admit that this chapter Han, there is really something about it.

"Oh, a few days ago, I just asked for the Inspector who came from the Royal Horse Prison..."

Zhao Ying is also in a good mood. It seems that this Zhang Han has now led a group of prisoners to fight against the rebels from all walks of life, abandoning their helmets and armor and fleeing in embarrassment.

Zhao Ying did not hesitate, and with a stroke of his pen, based on the results, thirty people were selected on the spot as acting centurions for this new military camp.

The reason why he is an agent is because Zhao Ying proposed that a second comprehensive assessment will be conducted in half a month. At that time, not only the art of war will be tested, but also "Forging the Soul of the Army". Combined with the results of the two assessments, it will be determined The final choice for Centurion.

A month later, a military competition was held, and the top ten ranked from the bottom not only had to eat last, but were also responsible for cleaning the entire battalion and washing clothes for all members of the victorious team.

As soon as this decision was announced, the entire recruit camp immediately started a frenzy of involution.

It almost ended up being like a cantilever on the head and a cone stabbing the buttocks.

For a period of time thereafter, whenever there was a break in training, people would get together to discuss the art of war, simulate combat, or a group of people would argue about unifying writing, unifying currency, unifying weights and measures, building roads, building the Great Wall, and implementing counties and districts. The purpose and benefits of a series of imperial decrees such as supervising agriculture and mulberry production, enforcing strict laws, and how to better implement these policies.

Of course, these are all things for later. In the evening of that day, after the results were determined, Zhao Ying returned to Fusu Mansion.

However, before he could settle down, a servant came over quickly.

"My young master, a powerful figure from the Mohist family has come to ask for an audience. He has been waiting at the house for two whole hours..."

When Zhao Ying heard this, he immediately understood and nodded calmly.

"I know, let's invite him to the living room for tea first. I'll have something to eat and then I'll come..."