After staying at home for a few days, Wang Mo could not stay any longer. Lin Xueer's personal maid is so competent. She is simply like Wang Mo wherever she goes. She always looks cute and let you bully you and don't resist. No matter how strong Wang Mo's self-control is, she can't hold on.

"Forget it, let's go train." Wang Mo had no choice but to start the training plan and leave the house as if he was running away. Otherwise, he would not guarantee that he would not swallow Lin Xueer in one bite if he stayed for a few more days.

"Young Master, where are you going? Wait for me."

As soon as Wang Mo left the Wang family courtyard, Chen Shitou, a guy who had disappeared for a while, appeared.

Wang Mo glanced at the guy with anger: "I didn't see anyone when you were supposed to show up. Why are you here now? I'm going to train soldiers now."

Chen Shi said with a bitter face: "Young Master, you can't blame me for this. This is all the instructions of the wife. After Lin Xueer stayed, the wife made up her mind to let her be your personal maid, and told me not to appear in front of you. I dare not go against the wife's wishes."

This is definitely the rhythm of stuffing women into his room!

Wang Mo suddenly had a black line on his forehead, but obviously he could not resist the atrocities of his mother who was almost crazy about holding her grandson. It would be better to go to the military camp to hide for a while. Anyway, it would take a lot of time and energy to form a special war brigade.

Seeing that Wang Mo said nothing and turned around and left, Chen Shi immediately became anxious: "Young Master, take me with you. I promised my wife that she would definitely give her life to help you when she came out."

"Come on!" Wang Mo did not mean to reject Chen Shitou. After all, there was a trustworthy follower, which was much more convenient to do things. Moreover, Chen Shitou was very clever and might not be able to train to become an excellent officer.

The military camp of the Southern Sichuan Revolutionary Army has been very lively these days. Without it, Wang Haoshan won a battle and was not stingy. Rewards such as wine and meat, and oceans were transported into the military camp continuously.

Standing in front of the military camp gate, Wang Mo didn't even see a sentry on duty. He was so angry that he almost broke out on the spot and walked into the military camp with a gloomy face.

"A little red!", "Hello two brothers!", "Three Taoyuan!", "Four Seasons of Wealth!", "Five Leaders!", "Flowers!", "Seven..."

"Haha, you lost, drink it now!"

"Come again, I don't believe you can't beat you, a son!"

"Who should drink Dangyang Bridgetou!"

"Go to the meeting alone!", "Two forces compete for success!", "Three visits to the cottage!", "Zilong goes down the mountain!", "...Five tigers...General!"

"It's too late, it's your turn to drink!"

"Hammer, I'm not slow!"

...

As soon as he walked into the military camp, Wang Mo was drinking and playing with his hands, and the noisy sounds were as if this was not the military camp, but the vegetable market in the town.

Is this still a military camp? Are these people still soldiers?

Wang Mo, who was so dark that he could no longer be black, pulled out the shell gun around his waist and fired three shots in a row.

Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-

The three gunshots were like the pause button of a player. The noisy and noisy military camp was so quiet that it could be heard. Everyone could turn their heads and look at Wang Mo with an angry face.

"Who is the on-duty officer today? Get out of here!" Wang Mo shouted angrily and glanced at the soldiers who fell from the east in the military camp with sharp eyes.

Wang Mo's rage was obvious, and no one dared to touch this brow. After a while, a soldier in a messy dressed rolled and crawled to Wang Mo. He was drunk and could barely respect a crooked military salute: "Report to the young marshal, Liu Heizai, please give me instructions!"

Wang Mo really couldn't see Liu Heizai's drunken look, so he kicked him aside and asked again: "Who is the deputy duty officer today? Get out of here!"

This time, no drunken ghost came out. A young soldier trotted to Wang Mo and saluted: "Report to the young marshal, deputy duty officer Lu Dayong, please give me instructions!"

Wang Mo's gloomy face finally eased a little: "Blow the assembly whistle, everyone came to this line to gather!"

Doudou—Dou—

A rapid whistle sounded, and Lu Dayong blew the whistle violently while notifying the barracks one by one.

However, no matter how Lu Dayong urged him, both the officers and the soldiers were dragging their feet, and the gathering was as slow as a snail. Wang Mo shook his head with such a level. At this level, even the militia in his mind was not considered a militia.

It seems that this military academy must be built as soon as possible. Only by training enough officers can we change the old warlord troops such as the Southern Sichuan Revolutionary Army from top to bottom, making it a powerful army that swept away the heroes.

It took nearly half an hour to gather together, and there were also troops lying in the barracks like dead pigs.

After scanning the straits of the assembly team, Wang Mo cursed mercilessly: "Look at how you look like a soldier? If there are enemies who come here now, you don't have to waste bullets. You can kill you one by one with a bayonet!"

Wang Mo's scolding was very fierce, but unfortunately most people didn't care at all. They just went in and out of the left ear, and even left ear, and didn't even go in. These people felt that they were just making a living. Isn't it enough to be able to work hard when fighting? Is it necessary to have so many things?

After cursing hard for a while, Wang Mo also found that it was not effective at all, so he had to give up and continue to hit them with words.

"Those who didn't drink in the camp just now came forward and took a step forward!" Since these people didn't want to fight for them, Wang Mo had no intention of forcing them. This would be better, but it would be easier.

Although no one understood what this order meant, the people who had not drunk just now looked at each other for a long time, and finally chose to obey the order and stepped forward and left the list. The leader was Lu Dayong, the former deputy officer.

There were less than a hundred people in the entire army who did not drink, but it was enough.

"According to the order of the Grand Commander, from today on, I will be responsible for training artillery soldiers and forming artillery battalions. You are the first batch of participants!" Wang Mo pointed to the nearly 100 soldiers who had not drunk the wine that had just left the list and said.

Cannon battalion?

Everyone was suddenly in a state of chaos. They had seen the power of artillery. If the Battle of Jiudaogou had not been exerted, they might not be able to win. As long as they were not stupid, they could understand that the people in the artillery camp would definitely be better in their status and treatment in the future.

"You might as well tell you that the general has already decided that the artillery pay is 6 yuan a month, and its military rank is one level higher than the soldiers of other battalions!" Wang Mo then added fire.

It turns out that there is a high status and high treatment. The officers and soldiers who were drunk just now immediately became energetic and shouted that they would also participate in artillery training.

Wang Mo refused mercilessly: "Get out, I never like soldiers without military discipline. Even if there is a second batch of artillery training in the future, I will never ask soldiers who do not abide by military discipline!"

After saying that, Wang Mo brought nearly a hundred cheerful training personnel out of the military camp, and the people left behind were full of regret.

"Young Master, where are we going?" Chen Shitou approached Wang Mo with curiosity and asked. Nearly a hundred trainees behind him pricked up their ears and listened.

Wang Mo did not give a specific answer, and said lightly: "I will know naturally when I get to the place."

After leaving the military camp, after about half an hour, everyone came to a mountain with a very lush bush.

Wang Mo clapped his hands and signaled everyone to pay attention: "Okay, this is the place for your future life and training."

Everyone looked at the dense jungle, and there were shrubs and weeds everywhere, and there was not even a place to rest. How could they train? They all looked bitter.

Wang Mo waved his hand: "No need to look at it, there are no barracks here. If you want to live more comfortably, you can only do it yourself."

"Young marshal, I don't know if I can send some tools such as saws, shovels, etc., and I can't do anything if I have to work empty-handed." A soldier said, but it was Lu Dayong.

"Remember, for me, I have to shout a report first, without my order, what you do, that's wrong, do you understand?" Wang Mo shouted sternly. From now on, he must always engrave the word "discipline" in the bones of these soldiers.

"I understand!" Lu Dayong quickly stood attentively and replied.

"You can rest assured that someone will soon send the tools up the mountain. In my special training camp, you will have the highest military salary, the best equipment, and the best food for the Southern Sichuan Revolutionary Army, but!" Wang Mo paused and continued, "You must also abide by the strictest discipline and receive the most difficult and most complicated training!"

This made everyone feel excited, but they were also worried about the training that was about to begin.

"Also, don't think that everything will be fine if you enter this special training camp. The entire special training will implement an elimination system, that is, people who fail to meet the training results will go back wherever they come from, and in the end they can only leave 50 people. Among them, the 25 with the best special training results will become my personal guard!" Wang Mo not only hung a sword on the heads of these people, but also hung a carrot in front of them.

The personal guard is actually a special war brigade, but in this era, the title of the personal guard is obviously much louder than the special war brigade.

Sure enough, when he heard that he had the opportunity to join Wang Mo's personal guard, everyone's eyes shone, and almost all put aside the fact that he would eliminate his achievements if he didn't meet the standards. This is no wonder they. As the young marshal of the Southern Sichuan Revolutionary Army, Wang Mo is the future successor of the Southern Sichuan Revolutionary Army. His personal guard is undoubtedly a confidant. As long as he joins it, his success will be just around the corner.

Afterwards, Wang Mo divided everyone into nine teams and asked them to vote for nine team leaders by themselves, and ordered the construction of barracks of each team as a unit.

There are crises and opportunities, and everyone is motivated. After shovels, saws and other tools are sent up the mountain, everyone is working hard.
Chapter completed!