Chapter 11 Stalemate ()

There were only four veterans who came to report, all of whom looked older, and the youngest were almost over 30 years old. As usual, they introduced themselves first, namely Li Wenqi, Li Fa, Wang Li Fa, Wang, Chen Qun, and Wang Yun, Wang, who was the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the

"Why are you four team officials?" Wu Shaoting asked in confusion.

A complete organization of a sentry has eight teams under its jurisdiction, and each team does not include the team officers, which means that the number of officers in a sentry should be eighty-nine.

"Mr. Wu doesn't know that our Shanziying was formerly called Ganziying, and was under the command of Guizhou Governor Feng Zicai. It is said that he had fought with the French. Later, after many twists and turns, our camp was assigned to Guangzhou Defense Zone and was renamed Shanziying. From that time on, the five mailers were not fully organized." Li Wenqi, the oldest, stayed in the mailers for the longest time, and naturally had some understanding of the history of the troops. At this time, he hurriedly told them.

Wu Shaoting was a little surprised and said with a smile: "So why is Shanziying still a heroic army?"

In the 21st century, anyone who has been to middle school knows the Qing Dynasty veteran Feng Zicai's fight against the French invaders. Although this Sino-French war won the battle with Feng Zicai and the Black Flag Army, it eventually achieved an unforgettable proverb - "If you fail, if you fail, if you win."

Li Wenqi said with a smile: "Mr. Wu, everyone knows it. Anyway, the other whistle officers don't want their whistle to be full, otherwise they will lose a lot of benefits every month."

Wu Shaoting nodded slightly. He knew that what Li Wenqi was talking about wasting the empty amount. He calmed down and asked further: "How many soldiers are there in our whistle?"

Wang Lifa, the third team leader, had been taking the exam for scholars before and was in charge of logistics and chores at the post. He answered repeatedly: "Sir, at present, there are five people in the first team, four people in the second team, four people in the third team, five people in the fourth team, seven people in the fifth team, five people in the sixth team, six people in the seventh team, and four people in the eighth team. The entire post is not counted as officers, and there are exactly 40 soldiers in total."

Wu Shaoting said strangely: "What's the reason? There are only four team officials, so why don't you break up the team without team officials and fill the soldiers in the team with team officials? Forty soldiers just form four full teams, and the management is much simpler."

The four team officials looked at each other, and Li Wenqi said again: "Mr. Wu, we have nothing to do with this. Only eight teams can receive the full salary every month. If the eight teams are merged into four teams, we can only get half of the salary every month."

Wu Shaoting understood, no wonder the quality of the old army was getting backward. In order to covet more money, the soldiers complicated all the mechanisms that could have been simplified. Forces like this no longer consider their own combat power and just want to make more profits.

"I'll ask you, how did you allocate the vacancy in our whistle?" He sighed and asked seriously.

The four team officials exchanged glances with each other again.

Wang Yun, the eighth team leader, smiled and took a step forward, lowered the volume a little and said, "Go to Lord Wu, the vacancy of our posters was three items before, namely four team leaders, forty soldiers and one poster. According to the convention, each of us four people had an extra vacancy of one team official and five poster. The battalion officer had an empty quota of one poster, and the remaining twenty soldiers were usually used to manage the camp."

Wang Lifa pulled Wang Yun for a moment and went up to add: "Mr. Wu, in fact, the remaining twenty soldiers' vacancy was taken away by the battalion officials for at least seven months a year."

Wu Shaoting nodded, with no expression on his face, and continued to ask, "What have you done for the twenty vacancy quotas that you usually use for camp?"

Li Wenqi, Wang Yun and Chen Qun all pointed at Wang Lifa and said in unison: "I have to ask Wang Xiucai!"

Wang Lifa's face became awkward, and he smiled guiltily for a while, saying, "Sir, I have said that most of the twenty soldiers' vacancy was taken to the camp officials. The ones who stayed were not much money. They bought some wine, meat and tooth-beating for their brothers during festivals. Sometimes they added sheets and other items in summer and winter."

Wu Shaoting could see at a glance that Wang Lifa must have gained his personal pocket from this money, but he did not point out this layer. He didn't want to take care of the past, and he couldn't take care of it too much.

"That's all the rules before, then from this month, do you guys have any plans?" He asked deliberately, dragging his voice, and his eyes swept across the four team officials one by one.
Chapter completed!