Taking advantage of the evening, Yang Wangui first brought people to lift the munitions buried underground, and then pulled them to the riverside with a car.

Then it was more difficult. Because of the need for confidentiality, all the boxes were loaded onto the ship by manpower, and Yang Wangui only brought more than 30 most trusted subordinates carefully selected to handle this matter. Most of the others were responsible for the periphery and were not allowed to approach the riverside, so it took some time to load the ship due to manpower.

Fortunately, Ye Zuwen also understood the rules. He stuffed Yang Wangui a big red envelope of 200 yuan and then stuffed 15 yuan to each soldier. This was almost worth two months' salary, and each person also added a pack of cigarettes. With the benefit, everyone naturally would not complain about the hard work of transport, nor would they yell around about tonight.

The next day, the batch of weapons was transported to Hankou, and the British Concession Police Station was also respected, so naturally no one ran to the dock to inquire about this matter. The representative of the Zongshe Party saw the arms docking and immediately boarded the ship to inspect the goods. When he saw that it was indeed new, he breathed a sigh of relief. He had done his job very smoothly and could work with the prince when he returned to Beijing.

The representative also excitedly held Ye Zuwen's hand and said, "Boss Ye, thank you very much. I will write down your loyalty to the court. When I return to the capital, I will report to the prince."

The remaining 500,000 was naturally delivered to Ye Zuwen through HSBC on the same day. As for the arms exchanged for German ships at the dock, they went down the river and then transported them to Zhang Xun, Huaibei, on the canal.

As for how many pure blood of revolutionaries would be stained with these weapons in the end, it was not something that Wang Zhenyu had to consider. He actually comforted himself. If the revolutionaries did not have much blood, how could the red flag dye red?

There is hope for wealth. Wang Zhenyu has been in a great mood these days. Everyone is smiling when he sees him. The whole camp clearly feels the warmth of spring, even though it is snowing lightly in Hanyang at this moment.

A few days later, although the weather was a little cold, Wang Zhenyu, who had made a fortune, watched the little days live every day and the subordinates who were drinking wine had different ideas. He felt that it was necessary to practice troops. After all, these people are their greatest capital and support in this era. There is nothing wrong with practicing capital stronger. Moreover, although there is no direction to go next, the strength of the military combat effectiveness in their hands is related to how far he can go in this era. Wang Zhenyu is still clear.

He did what he said and immediately convened a meeting of officers in the battalion.

"What? No!" Yang Wangui and others were so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths.

At the officer meeting just now, Wang Zhenyu issued the so-called winter training order very clearly:

Every morning, the five-kilometer morning queue and military subject training afternoon cultural courses are marching forty miles every five days.

Holding this winter training plan that seems a bit whimsical to everyone, the team was completely shocked.

This time, even Yang Wangui, a flatterer, took the lead in protesting: "Wang Guandao, the war has stopped now. Look at how many civilian troops in our neighboring defense zone are still doing their jobs? If you want to do their jobs, we brothers have nothing to say. It is natural for those who are in the army to eat food. But look at what you do, it is very important to do your jobs. The brothers below are probably going to make an argument."

Song Xianfu then shouted: "That's right, Wang Guandai, let's not talk about these old Song who run and march. We are the soldiers who are suffering. But look at this, there are cultural courses. All of our big soldiers are ignorant of their words. If you force them to take cultural courses, wouldn't they let them suffer?"

Several teams moved Wang Zhenyu from later generations with one word, and their very complacent winter training plan was worthless.

Wang Zhenyu, who originally wanted to pretend to be generous and discuss with everyone, had a look of red to white, white to purple, and then from purple to black. In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore. Wang Zhenyu slapped the table angrily: "You, you, you, and you, all of you, get out of me. Whoever dares to object, the twenty-five military sticks, who are unwilling to participate in the winter training, took off his military uniform and rolled back to Hunan with bare ass. My troops will not accept this number of uncles. Get out!"

Seeing that the manager was really angry, the teams were so scared that they rolled and crawled out of the battalion headquarters. The army was not a place to talk about. Since the boss had decided, how could everyone dare to say anything? Let's go back to their teams and prepare to fuck those big-headed soldiers to death.

From this day on, the officers and soldiers of the Second Battalion of the First Association of the First Division of the Hunan Army in Hubei have returned to the old society. Every morning before the chickens were chirping, the officers would rush them out of the bed with sticks and escort them to run for five kilometers first. By the way, it is also a special rule that the last one has no breakfast to eat, and those who fall behind will be punished. It is so cold that they run and take a breath, and the soldiers who sting their teeth are all gritting their teeth and secretly greet the female relatives of the team and the Pengmu family.

After breakfast, everything was not over yet. First, I stood in the playground honestly (the big-headed soldiers were called the stand) for half an hour. Then there were military subject training, shooting, bayonet fighting, and bare hands fighting. Anyway, there were new tricks every day. I kept making lunch. After half a month, the soldiers were exhausted, all of them were covered in green and purple, and their flesh was not thick or rough.

However, according to the general view of the officers and soldiers of the battalion, the above are quite happy, because such a large amount of training is not in vain. There are three meals a day, and there is enough meat. From time to time, there is a small wine for everyone to drink a few cups of warmth. If you want to keep this in your hometown, even the little landlord may not be able to eat so well every meal. Oh, by the way, everyone is eating meat while not forgetting to think about how to take care of the adults.

The most tragic thing is after lunch, cultural lessons.

This time, not only the soldiers, but the officers were all crying!

Although the 49th standard belongs to the new army, the Hunan New Army was trained relatively late. From the phenomenon that Wang Zhenyu, the Hunan Army can be awarded the team to the official position after graduating from the Hunan Army Primary School, we can see what the cultural level of the Hunan New Army is.

The cultural level of the Hunan New Army is not the same as that of the Hubei New Army, which has the Third Middle School of the Army. Yang Wangui and other teams were still platoon leaders before the revolution, and they were all transferred from the old corps. The biggest feature of such officers is that they are proud of being uneducated. In Wang Zhenyu's view, any army can indeed form combat effectiveness within a period of time by using military law, patriarchal law and other systems, but such combat effectiveness is difficult to last for a long time. To maintain combat effectiveness for a long time, an army must have thoughts and culture. Specifically, it is to know why they fight? Therefore, cultural education is essential. In a word, Wang Zhenyu insists that an army without culture has no future.

After lunch, there was a half-hour rest, and then Ma Xicheng or Zhao Dongsheng knocked the bottom of the basin with a stick: "The whole battalion gathers, and the battalion commander will give you a lecture."

When all the officers and soldiers of the battalion heard the voices of Ma Xicheng or Zhao Dongsheng, they were as if they had seen a death talisman. They all looked pale and weak in their limbs. Some of them exaggeratedly even cried and cried: Kill me, I would rather die than go to class.

Wang Zhenyu's answer to this is very clear. You have to teach the class before you die.

Because there is no professional teacher, Wang Zhenyu is teaching this cultural course alone.

Due to the lack of textbooks, cultural courses have become Wang Zhenyu's solemn class alone, which makes Wang Zhenyu, who almost became a teacher in college, feels very self-fulfilled.

As for the content of cultural courses, they are roughly history classes, war history classes and patriotism education classes. However, at the beginning, there was only one course, word recognition class, which taught everyone to recognize 20 words every day. If you can't tell the words the next day, it would be a tragedy. But in the most common situation, if you continue to teach the twenty characters, you will forget half of the first day, remember a few more days the next day, and forget them all on the third day. These idiots were so angry that Wang Zhenyu vomited blood, and he wished he could beat them to death with sticks.

"You, you can't finish your push-ups, you can't finish your dinner, go now..." Wang Zhenyu was like a large hair dryer, blowing the officers and soldiers of the Second Battalion into a slanting place, and even the official officers were not spared. Whenever the word "Silent" was silent, Song Xianfu and Hao Bing would scratch their ears and faces like monkeys, desperately anxious, and their eyes were glancing towards Yang Wangui from time to time.

This is why the officers and soldiers heard that class was like a dead father.

The above is the Hanyang training that was repeatedly praised by historians later, which is said to have opened a new page in history.

Through the training, the tactical awareness and military quality of the entire battalion have been generally improved, which has also laid the foundation for Wang Zhenyu's future military expansion. However, for the participants who were trained, it was a painful memory that could not be looked back on...

In a blink of an eye, almost a month has passed since the first meeting.

Wang Zhenyu trained the officers and soldiers of the Second Battalion to death, and the business here was also very smooth.

Ye Zuwen is indeed a talented person in the shopping mall. Because of war, most of the import business paused. Ye Zuwen, who is good at dancing, personally went to Shanghai Hanyeping Coal and Iron Factory Co., Ltd. and met some key figures. After a meal, he accompanied him and sent out red envelopes, and quickly opened up the joints. Therefore, he sold a very good price, with two sets of equipment of 8 million yuan. Although it was 2 million less than the original contract signed by Ruicheng, it was 2 million yuan more than Wang Zhenyu's expectations. Wang Zhenyu did not go back on his word. 1.6 million yuan of it was given to Ye Zuwen as a reward for cooperation. As for the remaining 6.4 million, six million yuan was deposited by Wang Zhenyu to HSBC Bank, and another 400,000 yuan, Wang Zhenyu proposed to use it.

It costs money to do a regular training. With such a large amount of exercise, you can’t drink and serve wine and meat. One hundred thousand meters a day, how can you keep your brothers in this cold winter?

Now that the huge sum of money is in hand, Wang Zhenyu feels unprecedentedly at ease. You should know that in later generations, Wang Zhenyu's life ideal is to count money and cramp in his hands. 400,000 yuan, according to the price standards of later generations in 2013, that is more than one billion yuan. (44 kilograms of flour, three silver dollars, calculate it yourself.) The most difficult thing in the world is probably the fate of a human being. Ye Zuwen, who was already on the verge of bankruptcy, was waiting for everyone to watch the excitement and jokes, actually came back to life overnight, and became a tycoon in the Hankou Concession, and was so proud that Ye Zuwen also took advantage of the turbulent situation to acquire and buy industries everywhere. The degree of luxury of doing things makes many people envious and jealous of him now.

So when facing Wang Zhenyu, Ye Zuwen was grateful and grateful. His gratitude was no less than that of his second life. Ye Zuwen no longer thought about it, except for managing the business for Wang Zhenyu.
Chapter completed!