On June 20, at the foot of Mount Mang, the shouts of the sergeants' drills became louder and louder than ever.

At noon, Sima Yue arrived with his shogunate officials, and three thousand people shouted in unison, making Sima Yue, who was brewing a war, laugh happily.

The military spirit can be used, the military spirit can be used!

Mi Huang, Shao Xun, He Lun and Wang Bing stood beside Sima Yue with respectful expressions.

Sima Yue's eyes passed over the four people one by one.

Mi Huang leads the troops well and can be assigned important tasks.

He Lun is diligent and conscientious in everything he does and can be trusted.

Wang Bing is not very showy, but he often practices martial arts hard and is very motivated.

Shao Xun, a member of the brave generals, often brought him great surprises. He still remembered Sima Ying's dark face that day, haha, it was so relieved.

These four people are all rare talents, and they must be put to great use in the future.

"Here comes someone." Sima Yue suddenly shouted.

Dai Yuan came over with a tray in his hand during the military consultation ceremony.

Sima Yue took off the silk covering it, and it turned out to be seals from two parties.

He took out one side first, looked at it, handed it to Mi Huang, and said: "From now on, you will be the lieutenant of Donghai Kingdom."

"Thank you, King Jianba." Mi Huang respectfully took the seal and held it tightly in his hand.

Sima Yue nodded with satisfaction, then took the other party's seal and handed it to Shao Xun, saying: "You were promoted to be filial and honest last month, and now Lieutenant Sima has also been appointed. Keep the seal."

"Thank you, King Jianba." Shao Xun took it steadily.

I glanced at it from the corner of my eye and saw the engraving: "Lieutenant Sima of the Donghai Kingdom" - the specific model can be referred to the "Lieutenant Sima of the Langya Kingdom" seal unearthed in Nanjing.

"You can be considered a scholar now." Sima Yue was in a good mood and couldn't help but say a few more words: "The world is abuzz today, and there are many places to use it. If you can fight hard and accumulate six hundred stones, you will be able to honor your ancestors and so on."

It’s just idle business.”

"I will obey the king's order." Shao Xun replied.

In fact, strictly speaking, he is not a scholar.

In a situation like his, if someone promoted Xiaolian and became an official, if any of his sons or grandchildren continue to reach his level, the old Shao family of Donghai can barely be called a humble family. For this, he still has to be the county magistrate.

It counts if I give you a review, but it doesn't count if I don't. At most, it counts as being powerful.

This is actually the plight of local tycoons in many places today.

Some families clearly own land and have many tribes, surpassing the gentry with smaller family fortunes, but they have no political status or family status, so they can only be called "rich people" instead of "scholars".

The Mi family in the late Eastern Han Dynasty was in this kind of predicament, otherwise they would not have sponsored Liu Bei with a lot of money to give him a try.

Today, the situation in the world is collapsing. The influence of family status is getting smaller and smaller, and the influence of hard power (land, population, money and food) is increasing. For the vast number of powerful and wealthy businessmen with no background, it is a rare opportunity to get ahead.

Shao Xun vaguely remembered that during the Southern and Northern Dynasties, many local tycoons acted as house owners or even military leaders, leading their tribes to fight for their respective courts, probably to enhance their family status and seize local power.

Sima Yue should hope that Shao Xun would sacrifice his life for his Sima family for the sake of his personal future and even his family's fortune.

Okay, great, your idea is good, but I would rather see the Jin court collapse and break the caste ceiling.

"Your Majesty, the drill has begun." Wang Cheng, the sergeant in charge, came over and reported.

"Oh? I want to take a good look." Sima Yue laughed, walked to the front of the high platform, leaned on the railing and looked out.

Wang Cheng took a step behind and glanced at Shao Xun.

Shao Xun didn't squint his eyes and seemed unaware.

Being a Zhonglang is considered a senior staff member, and his status is higher than joining the army. He is paid according to the standard of an official of 600 shi.

Gou Xi was Sima Yi's lieutenant.

Shao Xun felt that the emotions in Wang Cheng's eyes were very complicated. Maybe he still remembered how he received several old punches? He had never been humiliated like this in his life, right?

Shao Xun laughed secretly in his heart.

He is numb now. Sima Yue is always recruiting surrenders and rebels. If he has the ability, he will recruit all the people who have suffered from my old fist to see if I am afraid. Damn!

****

In the hunting wind, three thousand soldiers from the upper and lower armies stood in a row, holding bows, spears, swords and shields.

It still looks decent.

But this is an illusion, and it will be chaotic when walking. After all, quite a few of them have only trained for less than five months.

Shao Xun was quite impressed by this.

At the beginning, except for those with military experience, it was even difficult for newcomers to distinguish between left and right, and I don’t know how many whips he received.

At that time, during the training queue, someone would be beaten almost as soon as he took a step.

After a month of training, walking 20 steps will become chaotic.

After three months of training, walking fifty steps will become chaotic.

Now after five months of training, I can walk fifty steps without getting messed up, but I still need to stop and realign myself.

"Dong dong dong..." The drum sound suddenly sounded, attracting everyone's attention.

Sima Yue stood against the wind, building a pergola with his hands.

Mi Huang, He Lun, Wang Bing, Wang Dao, Liu Qia, Dai Yuan, Wang Cheng and the newcomer Yu Liang stood at the back, trying their best to keep their eyes wide open as they looked at the arena.

Two thousand people from He Lun's tribe formed a small square array in units of buildings, on the left.

Wang Bing's tribe of a thousand people is on the right.

There are two hundred steps in between.

At this time, the drums sounded, and the two armies began to move towards each other.

Both sides did not use crossbows, and held the barrels of their guns with their heads removed. They walked slowly at first, and after dozens of steps, as the rhythm of the drums changed, they began to run quickly.

The leading officers on both sides kept shouting to boost morale.

The effect on the army's side did not seem to be very good, and the sergeants who were born in Luoyang City made a lot of noise.

The soldiers of the lower army shouted in unison. Let's not talk about the combat effectiveness. The shouts of killing were indeed very loud, which showed that their morale was particularly high.

"Dong dong dong..." The rhythm of the drum changed again.

Both sides subconsciously speeded up their pace.

The upper army's naval troops in the Middle East rushed forward at an accelerated pace, but the Luoyang people moved slowly, and the formation was a little out of touch.

The soldiers in the lower army had ferocious faces, as if they were looking at the enemy who killed their father.

It's close, it's close soon.

Under the command of the officer, the sergeants leveled their spears one after another.

Amidst the intense drumbeats, he quickened his pace, used all his strength, and shouted: "Kill!"

The spear stabbed straight away.

An obvious depression immediately appeared in the military formation on the opposite side.

The depression grew larger and deeper, and finally turned into a huge cavity.

The army collapsed...

The idle people in Luoyang were the first to be frightened and ran away.

The Donghai soldiers originally wanted to resist for a while, but were quickly led away and ran away.

Two thousand people collapsed like this.

In a battle between novices, the winner is determined. There is no soul-stirring repeated entanglement, it is so simple and neat.

The new wind blows strongly, and the flags are flying.

Sima Yue looked dumbfounded.

He Lun's face turned red and he was ashamed.

Wang Bing looked complicated and sighed secretly.

Mi Huang's face is radiant and glorious.

Director Wang's face was gloomy, with a hint of annoyance.

Liu Qia was stunned and at a loss.

Yu Liang had a genuine expression on his face, and the sixteen-year-old boy even looked at Shao Xun with admiration.

Thousands of people have different faces and thoughts.

"Bang!" Sima Yue slapped the table harder, not sure whether he was excited or angry.

No one dared to speak and just waited silently.

"I have a thousand soldiers, and I will give you two pieces of silk." After a while, Sima Yue finally spoke.
To be continued...