"Name, place of origin, age!"

"Zhu Dingchen, from Shuntian Mansion, is seventeen this year."

"Read this passage from the newspaper!"

On the fifth day of the recruitment process, more than 4,000 civilians had been recruited. Only then did those disciples who could not escape finally come reluctantly.

"Young Master, I am the Young Master of the Duke's Palace. You actually suspect that I am illiterate?"

Seeing that Wang Bing actually asked him to test his literacy by reading newspapers like those common people, Zhu Dingchen, who claimed to be the Young Master of the Chengguo Palace, immediately became angry and felt that he had been greatly humiliated.

"Young Master? What's wrong with your Young Master? There are so many illiterate dandies. What's so surprising about this?"

Glancing at the young master of Chengguo Palace, Wang Bing, who was recording his identity information with a quill pen, said with a joking face.

"Damn Dong..."

"Boom!"

"How presumptuous! This is not your official residence. If you dare to act wild again, you will be served with military sticks!"

Zhu Dingchen, who was easily angered by Wang Bing's "dandy" words, was choked in the throat by Wang Bing who slapped him on the desk before he could finish his curse words.

"Third brother, who is so bold? You dare to come to our Yulin Guards to cause trouble?"

At the same time that Wang Bing took action, Hu Dabiao and several Yulin guards, who were responsible for maintaining order, also walked over with sticks in their hands with evil smiles on their faces.

"Hey...I read, I read!"

Seeing Hu Dabiao and the others carrying sticks and smiling evilly, the young master who was so arrogant just now was immediately frightened and quickly grabbed a newspaper and started reading.

Just kidding, a dandy is a dandy, but he is not stupid. So after seeing these Yulin guards who were obviously ready to take action, how could Zhu Dingchen dare to pretend to be his young master?

…

"Zhang Weixian, from Shuntian Mansion, is sixteen this year!"

Before Wang Bing could ask questions, a young man named Zhang Weixian took the initiative to report his name, place of origin and age after Zhu Dingchen, the young master of Chengguo Palace.

"Zhang Weixian? From the British government?"

Looking at this young man who was similar to himself, Wang Bing couldn't help but frown slightly.

Because the official at the wedding of his eldest sister and the little fat man was the British Duke Zhang Rong, Wang Bing was not unfamiliar with the British Duke's grandson, at least not in terms of name.

"Why, Uncle Guo, could it be that I, the young master, cannot come to apply for the army?"

Seeing Wang Bing put down his quill, the young man named Zhang Weixian raised his eyebrows and asked in a slightly provocative tone.

"Haha, since the young master is determined to contribute to the country, there is no reason for me to refuse!"

After being stunned for a moment, Wang Bing then pushed a piece of newspaper in front of Zhang Weixian and pointed to a paragraph for him to read aloud.

'Didn't we agree that we would only recruit descendants from the collateral line? How come these two princely houses have sent their direct descendants?'

While recording Zhang Weixian's identity information, Wang Bing was secretly puzzled.

You must know that in his and the little fat man's plan, these descendants of the descendants will only recruit people from the side in order to change the blood of these hereditary descendants in the future.

But now the Duke of Chengguo and the Duke of England have sent their direct descendants here. Isn't this obviously ruining their and the little fat man's plan?

It's just that doubts are doubts, and now is not the time to care. So Wang Bing can only continue to register and assess the descendants of the honorary relatives.

But fortunately, except for these two princes, the other descendants who came to apply for the army basically obeyed the edict of the little fat man. Except for a very few, the ones sent by these people were all collateral descendants.

In fact, what he doesn't know is that the main reason why the Chengguo Palace sent Zhu Dingchen, his direct grandson, to the Yulin Guards is because since the death of the previous Chengguo Duke Zhu Shitai, the Chengguo Palace has not been able to do so until now.

Attack the king.

Therefore, Duke Chengguo, who wanted to implement the attack on the prince as soon as possible, took advantage of Yulin's opportunity to expand his army and sent Zhu Dingchen, who was from his direct lineage, to Yulin, hoping to show his loyalty to the little fat man.

But this other young master, Zhang Weixian, was different from Zhu Dingchen who was forced to apply. He actually asked to come on his own initiative.

Moreover, he was accompanied by a brother from the same mother as him, Zhang Weiming. In other words, the British Duke sent all his two direct grandchildren to the Yulin Guards.

…

"Third brother, if we really want to recruit these people into the Yulin, it would be like a rat droppings ruining the soup. Let's recruit all those good families!"

Looking at the Xun Qi disciples who were as tired as dead dogs, lying on the ground panting heavily, Qi Panzong and others looked disgusted, but they couldn't help but made suggestions to Wang Bing.

"Let's call him in first, and then we'll talk about it after three months of training. If it's still not working by then, pack up and leave!"

Wang Bing couldn't help but regret the suggestion he made to the little fat man at this moment for these descendants who were obviously inferior to the common people in terms of physical fitness.

It turns out that in order to allow these honorable disciples to be successfully selected, Wang Bing even relaxed the time for the second physical fitness assessment to three quarters of an hour, except that the weight was not reduced. But even so, at least 70% of these people still failed.

People are not qualified.

However, there is no medicine for regret in the world, and it is too late to regret at this time. Therefore, looking at these disciples who were as tired as dead dogs, Wang Bing had no choice but to pinch his nose and admit it.

…

"Your Majesty, a total of 6,800 people have been recruited in this recruitment, including 6,000 sons of good families and 800 sons of honorable relatives."

In the Qianqing Palace, Wang Bing handed the roster in his hand to the little fat man as he spoke.

"Six thousand eight hundred people? Didn't you say that you will only recruit 5,000 this time? If after a while the fine iron is sent from Liaodong, where will you ask the Weapon Bureau to deliver the muskets?"

The little fat man was very satisfied with the fact that Wang Bing did not forget to make money for his own treasury during this patrol. Even regarding the exchange of tributes with Chairman Tubu, the little fat man did not mind at all Wang Bing's unauthorized decision-making.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, the Habayashi Guards' current training does not require blunderbuss for the time being. Let's improve the physical fitness and formation of these new recruits first. After a group of people are eliminated in three months, it is estimated that

about there!"

Seeing that the little fat man was worried that he had not prepared enough muskets, Wang Bing quickly spoke out his plan for training new recruits.

"In that case, third brother, just go ahead and train. I'll take care of anything you have to do. I only have one request: train this Yu Linwei into a real elite soldier!"

After listening to Wang Bing's recruit training plan, the little fat man also said to Wang Bing with a serious face.
Chapter completed!