After the Double Ninth Festival, the weather turns cooler.

There is a saying in the military system: each team has fifty people, one team leader, ten teams are led by a general, and one person holds the banner.

A banner is a kind of flag, and ten teams of five hundred soldiers get one banner, so these five hundred people are commonly called "a banner", and the general who leads a banner is also called the "lord of the banner".

The owner of the building is not a high official.

Senior generals are basically monopolized by aristocratic families, and middle-level generals are mostly descendants of high-ranking families. A few outstanding generals from lower-level backgrounds may be able to be among them through their own hard work and a little bit of luck.

As for the first level of the building, if it is not a private army but an army organized by the imperial court, there will be fewer children from aristocratic families and most of them will be ordinary people.

But ordinary people are also divided into three, six or nine levels. If nothing else, the owners of the buildings are mostly the private plots of the rural rich. The reason is also very simple. Their network of relationships is developed, and their children have better martial arts education resources, and their starting points are different.

The competitiveness is naturally very strong.

The candidate for the new building owner was finally determined, Mi Huang, the guardian of Sikong Mansion.

According to Shao Xun's observation, Mi Huang has limited abilities and is not a very suitable candidate for the building owner.

This can be seen from the daily training. All the content is scripted and mechanical. He has no military experience at all and is not familiar with the basic situation of the entire building. Targeted training is out of the question.

Sima Yue really had too few available people. And he was also suspicious and unwilling to hand over this army to outsiders. He only wanted to tap the potential within the East China Sea Kingdom, which ended up like this.

After ten days, more than ten of those old men were trained to death, and Mi Huang finally realized that something was wrong.

He organized the young men into three separate teams as the "elite" of the building.

The elderly and children also formed separate formations. At the same time, they asked Sikong to recruit strong soldiers to serve as officers at all levels. Under such circumstances, Shao Xun and several close sergeants of Ben Shi actually got the position of team leader and commander. Although they

All he leads is a group of children.

On September 15th, a long procession meandered eastward on the dilapidated post road.

Along the way, the autumn wind blew and the sky was high and the clouds were light.

Shao Xun carefully watched the sergeants in the team. The younger ones were seven or eight years old and the older ones were sixteen or seventeen years old. Their faces were full of curiosity and fatigue.

It may not be a good thing to go from being the chief guard of the Sikong Mansion to being the "head of a child". But dialectically speaking, everything has advantages and disadvantages. If you have the opportunity to manage it - this is very important - you can turn bad things into good things.

It depends on whether God will give him this opportunity.

"...Wang Bao was very unjust. Even though this man was killed, the King of Qi and the King of Changsha would probably be torn apart as well."

"Disaster is not far away... I just don't know which side the Lord will choose."

The two horses rode side by side, and intermittent sounds reached their ears.

Shao Xun ordered the sergeants of his unit to maintain formation and listened with his ears pricked up.

Wang Bao was very famous in Luoyang. He was the chief official of the powerful Sima and King Sima Ji of Qi. He was actually killed?

The sound of horse hoofbeats gradually approached, but it was Dai Yuan, the military advisor, and Liu Qia, the commander-in-chief of the Zuo Sima.

"I heard that before Wang Bao died, he shouted that his head should be hanged by Da Simamen. He would watch helplessly as foreign troops attacked Prince Qi's Mansion."

"Actually, Wang Bao is talented and learned, and the strategies he proposes are quite feasible, but the King of Qi is too ignorant."

"This is a good thing. If the strategy proposed by Wang Bao is followed and the kings leave the capital, Luoyang will be completely controlled by King Qi."

"King Qi hasn't said anything yet, but my lord is a little scared and doesn't dare to keep his followers in the capital."

"Where is the King of Changsha?"

"It is said that more than a hundred party members were left behind, and the rest were all sent outside the city."

"He is quite strong. However, using a king's leopard in exchange for the kings' accomplices and samurai coming out of the capital is not a loss."

"Wang Bao has a great talent, but if the King of Qi behaves like this, I'm afraid it will chill the hearts of the scholars."

"Never mind him! If you spend more time these days, most of the people in Prince Qi's palace have left, and it's just the right time to recruit him. Wang Cheng was a prince in Taiyuan, and he is well-known. Danyang Jizhan is one of the five handsome men in Jiangdong..."

The sound gradually faded away.

Shao Xun looked at their backs, silently.

Then he turned to look at the people in his own team and the neighboring teams. Almost no one was interested.

This is the Western Jin Dynasty!

There is a reason why aristocratic families monopolize various resources. It is not just because of their power and connections, but more importantly, they have knowledge.

Dai Yuan and Liu Qia dare to talk about these sensitive things on the road. To put it bluntly, do they not treat them as human beings?

Almost everyone is illiterate, ignorant, slow-thinking, has no experience, cannot think effectively, and has only a superficial understanding of the general trend of the world. Even if you tell him something confidential in person, he will not be able to analyze it well.

In this day and age, if you don’t need talents from aristocratic families, who can you use?

The team continued moving forward and arrived at a semi-abandoned farmhouse before nightfall.

The manor is covered with luxuriant grass and foxes, making it look very desolate.

"This is Pan Yuan, originally owned by Pan Yue, the Huangmen servant." Wu Qian, the leader of the fourth team, opened his dazzling eyes and looked for something in the courtyard. After a moment, he showed disappointment and cursed in annoyance.

: "The bastards who ransacked the house didn't leave anything behind, they took everything away."

Shao Xun gave him a funny look. He always felt that the old man Wu's name was not good, and didn't Wu Qian have "no money"? No wonder he looked gloomy all day long, as if everyone owed him a few ounces of money.

After hearing what Lao Wu said about Pan Yuan's origin, he probably knew it.

Two years ago, King Sima Lun of Zhao hunted down Pan Yue and the Yi tribe, and confiscated their property, including the Pan family's homestead in Luoyang City and the farm outside the city.

The men who ransacked your house were all veterans, so how could they leave any treasure behind for you?

"Wu Qian, if you are brave, you can rob the road and keep the wealth without worries." Yang Bao, the captain of the team, passed by, laughed twice, and walked past proudly.

Behind him were fifty soldiers, most of them strong and strong, armed with spears, and they looked like that.

Shao Xun glanced at him with a smile on his lips.

Yang Bao caught his gaze keenly and shuddered subconsciously. Then he thought of the soldiers behind him and became emboldened. He glanced at Shao Xun provocatively and left.

Mi Huang divided the whole army into ten teams. The first, second and third teams were mostly children, and Shao Xun was the leader of the first team; the fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh teams were mostly old people, and Wu Qian was the leader of the fourth team, who was fifty this year;

The 80th and 90th teams are the strongest, and this Yang Bao is the leader of the 8th team.

"Yang Baoqian needs to be dealt with. Mr. Shao Lang will beat him a few more times and he will be honest." Wu Qian grinned with a big mouth full of missing teeth.

"Private fights are prohibited in the army," Shao Xun replied.

"Captain Shao said that, he's an outsider." Wu Qian said dissatisfied: "Last month, under the big locust tree, you beat two to one and beat Yang Bao and Qin San to the ground. Yang Bao was fine, but Qin San knelt down.

Are you begging for mercy?"

Shao Xun was stunned. He didn't expect the incident to spread so quickly.

But this is not a big deal.

They were all peasant soldiers before the conscription. With his current martial arts foundation, it would be easy for them to support Yang Bao and Qin San. In addition, military law strictly prohibits private fighting, but to be honest, such a thing is not possible.

How long is it? It would be strange for a group of grown men to stay together for years and not fight.

"Lang Jun beat him well, he beat him well." Wu Qian said with a smile: "Lang Jun will have greater hope in promoting officers in the future. Don't forget to take care of the old man when the time comes."

"What are you talking about about Wuying?" Shao Xun shook his head and said.

"Hey, you can't say that." Wu Qian said: "No one from aristocratic family is willing to be a low-level military general. You don't need to know any military strategy. Just one thing: dare to fight, fight hard, and have outstanding martial arts. We crooks

I've been thinking about it for a long time, but there are only a few people who have hope. Langjun, please give Yang Bao and the others a few more beatings, and become famous in the army. If you appoint a superintendent in the future, you will be the first one the Shangguan will consider."

Shao Xun was noncommittal.

In fact, who doesn’t want to be promoted? This is a world with clearly defined hierarchies. Every higher level, you will enjoy more resources. Not to mention that these will be troubled times, and the soldiers at the bottom will be cannon fodder. Although low-level officers are also cannon fodder,

What if you continue to climb up? If you climb to the ceiling of the building owner, your life will be much more protected.

"But -" Wu Qian looked around, quietly came over, and whispered: "I heard that Yang Bao is a relative of Liu Sima, and he may do some dirty tricks. Shao Langjun had better be more cautious."

"Liu Qia?" Shao Xun frowned and asked in confusion.

"That's Liu Qia." Wu Qian nodded heavily and said.

"How can a military household marry an outsider? Is it a mistake?" Shao Xun asked doubtfully.

Soldiers from generation to generation, soldiers from generation to generation, are the so-called soldiers.

They can only marry internally and cannot marry outsiders.

In fact, Shibing is not alone. The entire society has this situation to a certain extent, which is the so-called "status endogamy", which means that you only marry people with the same status as you.

The treatment of military households is very poor. In peacetime, most of the income from farming must be contributed to the court. In wartime, they have to fight, and life and death are unpredictable. Therefore, many people are not willing to become soldiers, and the daughters of military families also want to marry outside, so that their children

Descendants get rid of their status as military households.

During the reign of Emperor Wu of the Jin Dynasty, Sima Yan, due to loose control, a large number of women from military families married outside their homes and married ordinary civilians. After the court heard about this, they ordered a rectification, took these women away from their husbands, and distributed them to single soldiers.

As his wife, he caused the largest official Tauren act in the history of the Western Jin Dynasty.

The strictness of the laws and regulations is evident.

"There are always exceptions." Wu Qian smiled, but the smile looked a little bitter, and he didn't know what he was thinking of.

Shao Xun patted his shoulder and sighed.

The "caste system" of the Jin Dynasty was good and wonderful.

If he didn't smash this shit, wouldn't he have no choice but to marry a girl from a military family?

He recalled the women from military households he had seen before, and was even more speechless.

"With your body, martial arts skills, and knowledge, it would be a shame not to be a superintendent." Wu Qian muttered and walked away quickly.
Chapter completed!