bestfiction Chapter 675 Observations (3)
Chapter 675 Observations (3)
An army of 300 men is not a large number; in fact, it can be described as very small.
Compared to the tens of thousands of rebel armies in various parts of Kyushu, the Chen family army was much smaller. However, the strength of an army is not solely determined by its numbers. An army composed entirely of martial artists of the eighth rank or above is at least ten times stronger than an army of equal size.
Moreover... these three hundred people are definitely not the limit of the Chen family army's numbers. Since the Chen family village can build an army of 300 martial artists, then they can definitely build an army of five hundred, a thousand, or even thousands or tens of thousands of martial artists.
And such an army... is capable of sweeping across the world!
Upon thinking of this, Li Mingyuan was startled. Could it be that Chenjia Village... harbors ambitions to conquer the world?
Just as Li Mingyuan was secretly surprised, Chen Jiajun's afternoon training also ended.
As Chen Da shouted "Dismissed!", the once orderly ranks instantly scattered, and the soldiers of the Chen Family Army rushed towards their dormitories, where the cooks who served the Chen Family Army had already prepared dinner and were waiting for them to enjoy it.
It is worth mentioning that as Chenjia Village no longer lacks food, the food for Chenjia Army has also been improved accordingly. Previously, the soldiers of Chenjia Army could only eat meat once every other day, but now they can eat meat every day.
Therefore, mealtimes are the most anticipated and exciting time for the men of Chen's Army.
As the men sat down at the food stall next to the dormitory, the cooks brought out the dishes. The staple food was still the sweet and delicious steamed buns, while the dishes were stewed chicken and duck until tender and flavorful. In addition, there was egg drop soup to quench the men's thirst.
"call!"
A man picked up his bowl, drank half a bowl of chicken soup in one gulp, and then let out a sigh of relief: "Life is so comfortable! Being able to have a bowl of hot soup after training is just too good to be true."
Hearing this, the others nodded in agreement. After a day of intense training, even they, as martial artists, were inevitably thirsty and hungry. At this time, a bowl of egg drop soup and a bite of stewed meat made them feel much of their fatigue dissipate.
"Our food is getting better and better! Before, we could only eat meat once every two days, but now we can eat it every day. It's so nice!"
"That's right! Mr. Chen has always treated us exceptionally well."
"Many people envy our life!"
"..."
The men of Chen's army had satisfied expressions on their faces as they ate their food heartily.
Meanwhile, Chen Da, who had noticed Li Mingyuan and his companion earlier, approached Li Mingyuan with a wary expression and asked, "Old man, who are you?"
The drill ground in Chenjia Village is a training ground exclusively for the Chen Family Army. Although curious people sometimes come here, generally speaking, there are relatively few people who run to the drill ground, let alone unfamiliar faces like Li Mingyuan and Li Qiao. Therefore, Chen Da couldn't help but feel a little wary.
“We are Zheng Qiuyan’s family.”
Seemingly afraid that Chen Da would misunderstand, Li Mingyuan quickly said, "My name is Li Mingyuan, and this is my nephew, Li Qiao."
"So they are Miss Zheng's relatives."
A look of realization dawned on Chen Da's face, and his vigilance eased slightly. Zheng Qiuyan had an extremely close relationship with Chenjia Village. Since she was his relative, the possibility of her harming Chenjia Village was not high.
"Since you are Miss Zheng's relatives, please make yourselves at home."
After carefully examining the two men and confirming that they were just ordinary people, Chen Da turned around and headed towards the dormitory to have dinner with the soldiers.
Li Qiao stared at the food stall across the street, his mouth practically watering: "Uncle Li, did you see that? These soldiers are eating meat!"
Even from a great distance, Li Qiao could still smell the aroma of meat wafting through the air. The extremely rich fragrance made his stomach rumble involuntarily.
As an older man, Li Mingyuan naturally didn't have the same good eyesight as Li Qiao, so he couldn't see exactly what the soldiers of Chen's army were eating, but he could still smell the aroma of meat wafting through the air.
"No wonder these soldiers are all so strong and fit!"
Li Mingyuan muttered to himself, "For an army to have sufficient combat power, good nutrition is essential."
Only when soldiers are well-fed and well-nourished can they become physically strong, withstand high-intensity training, and develop greater combat power. This is a principle that almost all military leaders know.
However, ensuring that soldiers are well-fed is not an easy task. Taking the three major camps in the capital as an example, without considering the possibility of soldiers receiving salaries without working, the three major camps in the capital had as many as 60 soldiers.
What does 60 soldiers mean?
It should be noted that the total number of permanent residents in Taiping County was only about 10, while the soldiers of the three battalions combined were equivalent to the permanent population of six Taiping Counties.
In an agricultural country like Xia, it would be virtually impossible to feed all 600,000 people meat.
Adding to the problem was the corruption of the generals in the Beijing garrison, so let alone eating meat, the soldiers in the Beijing garrison even had difficulty getting enough staple food.
If they couldn't even get enough to eat, the fighting capacity of the Beijing garrison was naturally questionable.
In contrast, in Chenjia Village, not only are every soldier a martial artist, but everyone also has access to meat. It's no surprise that such an army is incredibly powerful.
"This Chen family army is truly amazing in every way."
Li Mingyuan sighed again, watched the Chen family soldiers eating under the canteen for a while, and then turned back to Chencun Avenue with Li Qiao.
Meanwhile, there were even more people on Chencun Avenue!
It's now time for everyone in Chenjia Village to finish work. Whether it's the farmers tending their crops in the fields or the women busy in the garment factory, everyone has already finished work.
After a busy day, some villagers choose to go home for dinner, while others, for convenience, choose to find a reasonably priced restaurant on Chencun Avenue to fill their stomachs.
Therefore, when Li Mingyuan and his companion returned to Chencun Avenue, they saw a lively scene, with a large number of villagers passing by, each with a relaxed smile on their face.
“I like this place.”
Li Mingyuan muttered to himself. Having lived for seventy years, what he saw most often was the sorrow and numbness on the faces of the people. Especially in the years after he was dismissed from his post as prime minister, he had traveled almost all over the entire Kyushu. All he saw on the faces of the people was sorrow and numbness. Under the damage of natural disasters and man-made calamities, the people of Kyushu did not live like human beings at all, but like animals that could not bear the burden.
In contrast, Chenjia Village, free from the persecution of corrupt officials, seems unaffected even by natural disasters.