Zeng Guangzhao walked up to the man, his eyes suddenly narrowing. The man looked somewhat familiar.
He looked around and saw several somewhat familiar faces.
Now I remember, no wonder the way these people stood and spoke seemed familiar, they were all bandits.
Realizing this, Zeng Guangzhao smiled.
He raised his hand and, under the scarred man's gaze, slapped his face hard.
"Who do you think you are? You're just a lone wolf. You looked like a broad bean when you were a kid, how come you're disfigured now?"
Scarface's expression changed; he hadn't expected Zeng Guangzhao to actually know him.
He stared at Zeng Guangzhao's face, trying to discern something from it.
Zeng Guangzhao didn't beat around the bush and pointed to himself, "Zeng Xiaoliu from Mangshan Village, what, don't you recognize your Sixth Master?"
Upon hearing this, not only Scarface, but even the expressions on the faces of his henchmen changed.
Who is Zeng Xiaoliu? He was the sixth leader of what was once the largest bandit stronghold in Beiping.
Although Zeng Guangzhao was only ten years old at the time, he was sworn brothers with the bandit leader. Whenever a large group of bandits went out to sweep through, he was the most ferocious.
He was also responsible for the infamous case of the wealthy man who was beheaded, which was known throughout the county.
Scarface's expression changed, becoming obsequious.
"So it's Brother Liu. I was blind to your greatness. I hope you will forgive my ignorance."
Zeng Guangzhao gave a half-smile.
Scarface gritted his teeth, turned to the people around him and said, "What are you standing there for? Call him 'Big Brother'."
Zeng Guangzhao waved his hand.
“In the military, seniority doesn’t matter. I was entrusted by the commander to train you. Here is a letter from him in his own handwriting.”
He pulled a letter from his pocket, shook it, and held it up to Scarface.
Scarface's lips twitched, his face contorted in a grimace: "Sixth Brother, I can't read."
Zeng Guangzhao raised an eyebrow: "Then there's nothing we can do."
Yi Mu was struggling to suppress his laughter; no one had ever bullied someone to this extent.
They thought they were in for a tough fight, but Zeng Guangzhao's reputation spread far and wide, and he solved the problem directly.
Regiment Commander Zeng officially took office, changed into his military uniform, and spent half a day working with Yi Mu in the small tile-roofed office to develop a strict assessment system.
After lunch, everyone officially began training.
In the morning, I run 10 kilometers around the mountain with a weight on, and in the afternoon, I practice at the shooting range.
Two thousand people is no small number, and Zeng Guangzhao cannot do everything himself.
He conducted selections in the military camp, choosing more than a dozen people who were physically strong, could read basic characters, and had outstanding shooting skills to serve as instructors.
This allocation makes management much easier.
These soldiers were all of good quality; they were generally over eighteen years old, physically mature, and in top physical condition.
Before Zeng Guangzhao and Yi Mu came, this group of people were lazy and gluttonous all day long, and they all became fat and strong.
After three months of training, they visibly became more energetic and robust, able to hold a horse stance for half an hour without their legs trembling.
Spring turned into summer in the blink of an eye. It wasn't very hot in the deep mountains, but after every day of high-intensity training, sweating and feeling hot were unavoidable.
The showers in the military camp were limited, and the queues were always long.
Some people got impatient and simply took their bathtubs and ran to the spring water behind the mountain to bathe.
Yi Mu is very clean; in Yi's family, he takes a bath even in the coldest part of winter.
When they come to the mountains, they visit every single day without fail.
But when summer came, the bathhouse was so crowded that he was the first to carry his bathtub to the back mountain.
After that, for some unknown reason, most people were unwilling to bathe in the barracks bathhouse and all went to the back mountain instead.
Zeng Guangzhao didn't notice at first.
Later, it was discovered that as soon as class ended in the afternoon, the group of soldiers, especially the hot-blooded young men who were eighteen or nineteen years old and not yet twenty, all rushed to the back mountain.
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