Woo woo woo, both sides of the pass remembered the nasty sound of bamboo tubes, and it rang non-stop all day long. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhao Yun and Xi Zhicai's plan is not to say that they have to let the recruits go to fight, but to reduce the fear of war, just shouting and archery attacks two days ago is not enough.

After all, anything can happen in a rapidly changing situation on the battlefield, and the growth of soldiers requires a process, but what Zhao Yun lacks most is time, and recruits must grow up as soon as possible.

The soldiers of this era are a bit like the military households of the Ming Dynasty, but the military households not only serve as soldiers themselves, but also spend their lives in the barracks for generations, and their social status is extremely low.

Soldiers recruited by the imperial court could go home after the battle. And some soldiers will never have the opportunity to return to their hometowns, such as the Great Wall Army in the Qin Dynasty, and some of the old soldiers were virgins until they died.

The soldiers serve in the military, and no one will force them to return to their hometowns when the time comes, Zhao Yun is sure that they will become his own subordinates, after all, everyone wants a better life, and their retirement is not like the transfer of jobs in their previous lives, and they don't even have a settlement fee.

The most important thing to follow Brother Yun is to first become a qualified soldier and survive the fittest.

Of course, it is impossible to be a soldier for the rest of your life. As a person ages, all aspects of physical function decline.

The soldiers in the team are all between fifteen and forty years old, Zhao Yun can't expect too much, and the counties of Jingzhou have sent qualified soldiers to give face.

According to his own assumption, in the future, according to the standards of the previous life, the new recruits could not serve at the age of less than 15 and not higher than the age of 18, and they became married relatively early in this era.

Since Liu Hong gave him the identity of the governor of Zhu Yazhou, it is not fun to be too ashamed of the identity of the traverser.

After the soldiers are qualified, there will be a steady stream of new recruits to arrive, playing the role of bringing the old with the new.

At that time, the soldier's mission was completed in the front-line troops. Unless there is a talented person who stays to be a hundred generals, Qu Changjunhou or even a Yamen general, if others are willing to join the army, won't there be a second-line army?

They are in the second-line troops, and they have at least one rank and can continue to provide talents for the first-line troops.

Those who want to retire directly from the army are not without things to do, and maintaining public order and even grassroots cadres are much better used than the three elders and the like.

As the war progresses, it is inevitable that people will die, and when the time comes, will it be difficult for the entire Jiaozhou to be afraid that these tens of thousands of people will not be able to find their wives? The dead were all young men, some of them women of appropriate age.

However, at the moment, these are just ideas, and the recruits are so nervous that they can't do it one by one, crawling in the woods, some of them have poor psychological quality, and even bite their teeth and make a strange sound.

The soldiers on the outermost level were certainly not selected randomly, they were all people who had passed the psychological test in the past two days of raiding and harassment.

The vast majority of these people are night blindness, no more than the South Vietnamese, they are close to the sea, even if there is no sea salt conversion technology, eat a little seafood at any time to make up for the lack of elements in the body.

When they came to the Southern Expeditionary Army, the supply of salt was sufficient, and some soldiers with good physique had their eyesight restored, and at least they could see shadowy night raiders under the starry night.

I saw one by one, like ghosts, emerge from the fields in the bushes, bent their waists, and sneaked towards the Han military camp without saying a word.

It is estimated that the defenders of Weipu Pass are about to go crazy, and the Southern Expeditionary Army is harassing day and night.

Even though they just took turns shouting and archery, the barbarians didn't dare to relax, maybe they would attack in your stunned kung fu.

On the early autumn night in the south, the weather was exceptionally cool, and the Nanban soldiers couldn't help but shiver when they walked.

Looking at the Han army camp in front, in addition to rushing out of a group of soldiers on the other side of the camp from time to time to attack and harass Weipu Pass, relying on their side is extremely peaceful, even the soldiers patrolling Diao Dou are also lightly moved, for fear of disturbing the rest of their comrades.

Closer, closer! The southern barbarian soldiers were breathing heavily, but fortunately, the murmur of autumn insects near and far covered up all this.

"Kill!" They didn't have the consciousness to sneak attack, and when they approached the camp wall, they all roared loudly.

Zhao Yun couldn't help but shake his head, didn't the ancestor Zhao Tuo teach the barbarians to attack at night? Can't you sneak into the camp and kill the enemy?

It's a pity that these barbarians will never be able to reach the camp, and I don't know when the side of the camp will be covered with thistles more than a foot wide.

"Wow!" "Ahh "Oh!" All kinds of miserable howls continued, and the barbarians, who were accustomed to beating barefoot, even rolled on the ground in pain, and those who were unlucky were stabbed in the head and hung up by those things that braved the cold light.

In an instant, a row of dead wind lamps suddenly appeared on the camp wall, and the figure of every brute soldier could be seen clearly.

"Shoot!" The first to engage was the sergeant on Cao Cao's side.

The quality of their bows and arrows was much better than that of the Nanban, and the things that those people shot down from the Weipu Pass turned out to be sharpened by bamboo, and even if they hit the point, they would suffer a little wound at most.

With the rain of arrows, the barbarians kept dying from the arrows.

The archers of the vanguard battalion on the left specially selected patients who did not have night blindness or who had gradually become mild, even if the accuracy was not good, and there were not a few people who were killed by blind cats touching dead mice and raining arrows.

As for those unlucky ones who stepped on thistle, they had long since become hedgehogs and could no longer die.

"Damn it!" When the people of the Zhuma tribe saw that the Xiema tribe made the first move, they didn't care about hiding their figures, and strode towards Yuan Shao's camp, after all, it was still dark here.

They didn't know at all, and thought that the screams from a mile away were from the Han army.

"Attack and kill the Han Chinese!" The leader of the Xiema tribe was Lin Bo, the eldest son of the leader Lin Sheng, who dreamed of winning this battle, so that he would have the upper hand in the battle for the heir with his younger brother Lin Tao.

One led the army recklessly attacked, attacked the territory of the Han and was driven back to Weipu Pass.

The other is to take his subordinates to rescue his younger brother desperately, and he has face and lining, and he makes a judgment.

"Great Prince, be careful!" As soon as he finished speaking, Xiahou Yuan's arrow came quickly in the dark night.

One of the soldiers met him as fast as he could, but he let out a short "ah" sound, and suddenly shrank to the ground.

"Ah Qi!" Lin Bo let out a desolate roar: "Han people, I am inseparable from you!" ”

It's a pity that even if these South Vietnamese people learned a lot of Chinese, they had strange pronunciations, and the Han army couldn't understand them at all.

The movement on the other side of Qinshui made Yan Liang angry, and he led the soldiers to squat under the low wall for almost half an hour, if Yuan Shao's military camp did not react at this time, it would be too illogical.

"Light up!" He roared and stood up, his legs aching.

On the side of the Zhuma tribe, it was led by Chen Yang's cousin Chen Qi himself, and the front was almost three zhang away from Yuan Shao's military camp.

Under the flickering and flickering air lights, the thistles all over the ground make people feel numb to watch.

Damn, the operation is exposed, how can this be attacked? Chen Qi was stunned on the spot. (To be continued.) )