Super Dictator

On the playground, more than 4,000 sergeants stood in a row, holding various rifles in their hands. Duan Qirui and Li Chun led several instructors from the training office to conduct training calmly.

Training means sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. Therefore, even if the Dingliao army only stays here for a few days, Wei Jichen will not relax in training.

Duan Qirui and Li Chun were both good teachers. Needless to say, Duan Qirui had been a teacher in the military camp academy for many years and he had his own way. Li Chun was also a teacher at the Military Academy before. He worked as an assistant and assisted the German teachers in the Armed Forces School to train officers.

The entire training ground was silent, and no sergeant dared to speak. They had suffered enough from these two instructors these days.

In addition, they are all elites selected from various armies, so orders and prohibitions can still be carried out.

"Put on the bayonet!" Duan Qirui shouted.

There was a clanging sound, and the soldiers quickly loaded it up according to the order. Of course, since they came from different armies, the running-in was still not good for the time being, and the movements could not be consistent, some were fast and some were slow.

However, at this level, Duan Qirui was already very satisfied. He smiled and said to Li Chun beside him: "He is worthy of being an elite man selected from each battalion. His movements and expressions are refreshing and bright. I must If one day passes, we will definitely reach a higher level.”

Li Chunyi pointedly said: "Many of the soldiers recruited from Tianjin are new soldiers, while the soldiers recruited by our Ding Liao Army from Liaodong are all veterans. Brother Zhiquan, we can I can’t let others compare, otherwise if the difference is obvious after I go to Liaodong, I can’t afford to lose this person.”

Duan Qirui nodded and said with a smile: "New recruits are as good as new recruits. Some of the behaviors of those veterans have formed habits and are not easy to change. But here, we can let the two of us perform according to Western-style drills."

"Everyone thrust forward!" The two men said as they walked to the end of the team. After correcting the wrong postures of several soldiers, Duan Qirui shouted again.

"Kill!" More than four thousand soldiers roared and thrust forward fiercely.

"Beware of the right stab!"

"kill!"

"Beware of the left stab!"

"kill!"

After every move Duan Qirui shouted, the sergeants shouted in unison to complete it. The training seemed to be in order.

"Over there?" Li Chun suddenly saw more than a dozen foreigners wearing ordinary clothes outside the venue, looking at them seriously and occasionally talking to each other.

"Germans? Could it be that they are taught in Germany!" Duan Qirui stayed in Germany for two years to study, and he immediately recognized their identities. "Come on, let's go over and have a look."

"Repeat the action just now. Don't let them stop until I tell them to stop." Duan Qirui said to the instructor behind him.

"Yes, Chief Teacher." Several teachers behind him responded.

Duan Qirui and Li Chun walked over calmly, and there were waves of shouting and killing sounds coming from the playground.

"Everyone, what do you think about my training?" Duan Qirui couldn't help but asked when he saw the German leader among them saw him coming and deliberately shook his head.

The old German with blond hair sighed helplessly: "Hannagan once told me that you Orientals cannot become excellent warriors no matter what. I see your soldiers lazily here today. I wholeheartedly agree.”

Slouching? Duan Qirui looked back at the playground and saw that there were indeed a few shouting feebly, but most of the soldiers were still practicing seriously.

After looking into the brown-blue eyes of the German for a moment, Duan Qirui said, "Sir, I spent some time at the Berlin Military Academy in your country, and this is how your Prussian soldiers were trained."

"Oh, you studied at the Berlin Military Academy? Which subject did you study?" The German became interested and asked aloud.

"Artillery Section!" Duan Qirui replied with a smile.

The German shook his head and said: "The training of artillery is naturally different from that of infantry. Artillery focuses on technology, while infantry focuses on coordination. Otherwise, I would suggest that your Majesty remove the principal of the Berlin Military Academy."

Duan Qirui couldn't hold it down in one breath.

"The soldiers don't have the slightest murderous intent, and their movements are all fancy. They are just like a group of peasants." The German's face grew worse as he talked, and then he said: "If you want to train into a qualified soldier, it will take more than ten years." ”

"That's why we learn from you. However, I am confident that my soldiers will become qualified warriors within two years." At some point, Wei Jichen, Luo Rongguang and his party had arrived.

"Sir!" Duan Qirui and Li Chun saluted quickly.

"Young man, are you Wei Jichen?" the German with blond hair and a lot of white hair asked.

Wei Jichen smiled slightly and said calmly: "Yes, I am Wei Jichen, and I am also your boss."

"I don't know if we are unfortunate or lucky to have a boss like you. Young people, it is not a good thing to be so ambitious." The German shook his head repeatedly.

"Time will tell. I haven't asked for your name yet." Wei Jichen asked aloud.

"Alfred von Hanks, a retired Army lieutenant, you can call me Old Hanks." The German said politely.

"Well, why don't you come to the venue with me, old Hanks." Wei Jichen invited.

Hanks nodded and slowly walked towards the field along with Wei Jichen.

"Before being hired by the Qing Dynasty, I have studied your information. I have to say that your use of artillery is close to that of our Western countries. However, Wei, after all, you have not received a systematic education in Western-style military art. Therefore, I am worried about your ability to train such a large army, and at the same time I am curious that your emperor can trust the army in the hands of a young man like you," Hanks said with a smile as he walked.

There was a touch of sarcasm in his words.

Wei Jichen said calmly: "Those who don't believe in me will eventually fall at my feet."

Wei Jichen didn't want the German instructor he hired with a lot of money to be superior. In this way, the two sides would definitely have differences in future training. The Germans might change their training plans at will because they looked down on him. If he used forced orders, Maybe it will arouse the resentment of these Germans, so they will not try their best.

Therefore, there is only one way to solve the problem, and that is to convince the other party and convince the other party.

Old Hanks stopped and stared at Wei Jichen with a pair of brown-blue eyes.

"Young man, I thought you Easterners knew how to be humble?" Hanks said calmly.

"Humility will not work in our Ding Liao Army. Our Ding Liao Army only needs top talents, elite soldiers, first-class coaches, and generals with both civil and military skills. Only by showing their corresponding strength can they win over others. Only with respect can you be entitled to a high salary," Wei Jichen said calmly and tit for tat.

When Duan Qirui and Li Chun heard what Wei Jichen said, they both secretly remembered it in their hearts.

"Young man, you are very arrogant." Hanks looked at Wei Jichen blankly like an enraged lion and said, "I will be a first-class coach, but I don't know if you will be a general with both civil and military skills."

Luo Rongguang saw that the two sides had not exchanged a few words, so the situation became so tense that the atmosphere became tense.

He quietly took a step forward and was about to speak, but Duan Qirui secretly tugged at the corner of his clothes to stop him and shook his head gently.

Duan Qirui has followed Wei Jichen for a long time. Over this time, as he gets to know him more deeply, he has only one word to describe Wei Jichen, and that is submission.

Duan Qirui knew that Wei Jichen was not a person who didn't know the importance of things and was easily angered. Thinking about it, he could obviously guess that Wei Jichen did this on purpose.

Luo Rongguang was stopped and followed Duan Qirui's gaze. He saw Wei Jichen's hands behind his back. The five fingers of one held hand could still beat lightly and rhythmically, as if he was angry. people.

"There is no proof for what you say. Why don't we have a test? From your German coaches, select the ones with the best marksmanship, the best skills, and the best strategies to compete with me. If you win, I am willing to be as good as me just now." I apologize to you. If you lose, there is no need to say more. My orders from now on must be implemented." Wei Jichen glanced at the more than a dozen German coaches in a calm tone.

A famous translator nearby kept translating the conversation between Wei Jichen and Hanks into German for them. They had long been filled with indignation. When they heard what Wei Jichen said again, the crowd became even more excited and started to scream non-stop.

"Wei, I know you have only been in the army for a few years, and we are all retired German officers and soldiers. I hope you will not humiliate yourself and lose face in front of your subordinates, otherwise your prestige will definitely be lost. We are all exhausted, and we can no longer command these soldiers," Hanks said coldly. It was not clear whether he was sincerely advising Wei Jichen, or whether he was trying to provoke the generals.

"You don't have to worry about this, because we will definitely win." Although Wei Jichen has not been in the army for long, he has been entering the training base for several hours almost every day. In terms of virtual time, it has been at least several years, and all It was because he fought in all kinds of difficult and difficult situations that he was so confident.

More than a dozen German coaches yelled at Hanks, and the old Hanks kept nodding.

Duan Qirui quietly walked up behind Wei Jichen and said softly: "Sir, they have agreed to compete with you in marksmanship, riding, and assassination skills. As for strategy, it is impossible to compete for a while, so they did not say, But they think defeating you in these categories is enough.”

Duan Qirui paused and continued with some hesitation: "Old Hanks also asked them to be merciful and not to let you lose too ugly, otherwise you might lose your job with such a high salary."

After Duan Qirui finished speaking, he returned to his original position. Luo Rongguang and Li Chun were a little worried when they heard his words. It seemed that those German coaches were not ordinary people.

You really regard China as a gold mining place. If you are not convinced this time, maybe you will really become passive and slow down your work.

Come on, let me show you that Easterners are not soft persimmons that can be pinched at will.

After more than a dozen German coaches discussed it, Hanks stood up again and said: "We have decided to compete with you. I hope you will not regret your decision."

Wei Jichen nodded slightly and said to Duan Qirui and others: "Let the soldiers stop training and watch the competition between me and the Germans."

Wei Jichen knew that these newly recruited sergeants had only heard of his reputation and had not seen his power, so they might still have some disbelief and doubt in their hearts.

Today, let me establish absolute prestige in the Dingliao army, Wei Jichen thought in his heart.

"Yes, sir." Duan Qirui went down to give the order with an excited face. He heard rumors that Wei Jichen once broke into the Japanese camp alone and assassinated Japanese general Xi Kuanerlang. He had long wanted to see Wei Jichen's legendary marksmanship and skills.

It's a pity that he is Wei Jichen's subordinate. Of course, he can't ask Wei Jichen to perform for him. Now that he has this rare opportunity, he is naturally excited.

Not long after, the thousands of soldiers who learned the news were extremely excited. The sergeants who stopped practicing sat on the ground, whispering and whispering to each other.

"What do you think is the chance of winning in the competition between General Wei and the Germans?" a sergeant asked in a low voice.

"It's hard to say. You know, they are foreign devils."

"That's right, I heard that the Germans are the most powerful among foreigners. The teachers in our military preparation school are all Germans."

"Our general is not a person who has gained a reputation in vain. I heard that he killed countless Japanese in Liaodong."

"Yes, I have long heard that our general is extremely brave and has godlike marksmanship that no one can match. Today I can finally see it."

My dear, there will be more after this chapter^.^,

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Various opinions were expressed among the soldiers. Some people were optimistic about Wei Jichen, but more people were optimistic about the Germans. After all, no matter how powerful Wei Jichen was, he was only one person, while the Germans had more than ten people to choose from.

Wei Jichen gave an order, and not long after, everything needed for the competition was delivered.

The first competition was of course marksmanship. The German coach was a middle-aged man in his forties with a high nose bridge.

A hundred meters away, there were two gun targets.

The soldiers who were far away stretched their necks to get a clear look. At this time, the chatter had stopped, and more than 4,000 soldiers quietly looked at Wei Jichen and the German without any orders. The air was filled with excitement. All seemed to have stopped flowing.

The German coaches stood aside and looked at Wei Jichen with a sneer, obviously very confident in the German with a high nose.

The German with a high nose was also unceremonious. He glanced at Wei Jichen contemptuously, muttered a few words, picked up the rifle on the ground, and fiddled with it calmly for a while. Then, he fixed his eyes on the target and his expression became serious.

His solemn expression also made the people around him hold their breath, for fear of alarming him.

"Ha!" The German screamed strangely. He moved, and there was a bang. He fired first, and then started running on this horizontal line.

After running four or five steps, he raised the rifle in his hand and fired again.

Immediately afterwards, he rolled towards the ground and fired two shots while rolling.

This was nothing. After rolling, he pounced forward and fired three shots in a row before his movements got old. Then, he fell heavily to the ground.

The Germans crawled forward, firing one shot at each time, and did not stop advancing until three shots were fired.

At this point, he has finished ten shots.

The German stood up unhurriedly and walked to Wei Jichen, with a haughty expression on his face, obviously very confident in his marksmanship.

Not long after, two soldiers came back carrying rifle targets, and everyone couldn't wait to get closer.

Luo Rongguang took a closer look and couldn't help but change his face. He saw that the ten bullets fired by the Germans all hit the bullseye without any difference. The distance between each bullet was almost the same. Luo Rongguang couldn't help but worry about Wei Jichen in his heart. stand up.

Even Duan Qirui, who originally had confidence in Wei Jichen, looked at him worriedly. Such shooting skills were really out of a thousand. He didn't know why the German came to China to teach.

He didn't know that the German with a high nose was fired for contradicting his boss and was living without a livelihood. He heard that the Chinese were recruiting coaches, and the salary was so high that it would make the dead crawl out of their coffins, so he decided to do it without even thinking about it. coming.

Everyone looked at Wei Jichen.

Luo Rongguang even stepped forward and said with a smile: "General Wei, why don't you let me play?"

Luo Rongguang felt that Wei Jichen was a good young man, so he did not want to see him lose his prestige in front of his men, so he wanted to fight in Wei Jichen's place.

If he loses, Luo Rongguang is no longer afraid of others laughing at him. He is over sixty years old, so losing is normal.

"Lord Luo, just watch the show from the side." Wei Jichen smiled relaxedly at him, and then stopped talking. Instead, like a German with a high nose, he stared at another target in the field.

Wei Jichen picked up the rifle on the ground, then slowly reached into his arms with one hand and took out a piece of black cloth.

"What are you going to do, Lord Wei?" The soldiers watching the battle below all stared straight-eyed, fearing that they would miss any move.

Hukes and a group of German coaches looked at Wei Jichen's movements in surprise and were a little confused.

I saw Wei Jichen slowly covering his eyes with a black cloth.

God, isn't it? This Oriental doesn't use his eyes to see. Doesn't he know that the competition now is about marksmanship, not how to dismantle the gun?

The German with a high nose even laughed at him, a little worried. He was afraid that Wei Jichen was really that powerful.

Duan Qirui and other Chinese generals were even more speechless. This must be too much for you.

The soldiers sitting on the playground watching the battle quietly swallowed their saliva, looking in disbelief. Many even secretly rubbed their eyes for fear that they had seen wrongly.

Wei Jichen had already covered his eyes amid countless looks of worry, surprise, or disdain.

This was a fixed target, so Wei Jichen dared to do this. The few glances he had just made had the target's location deeply engraved in his mind.

Many people screamed in surprise when they saw Wei Jichen's next action. Wei Jichen picked up another gun from the ground.

Holding guns in both hands, and still blindfolded, he wanted to hit a target 100 meters away.

Is this something humans can do? Countless people have this idea in their hearts.