Sun Ce turned over and dismounted the horse, threw the reins to Yicong, and took Dian Wei to the central army's tent. It had just rained two days ago, and the ground was muddy. Many soldiers tied their spears into racks and hung their armor on them. Some soldiers were squatting at the door of the tent in a cow's nose and chatting. Seeing Sun Ce passing by in full arms, someone laughed out loud and greeted Sun Ce loudly.

"Sun Lang, don't you think it's hot?"

Sun Ce laughed and raised his hand. "It's hot, how can you be at ease?"

"That's right, Sun Lang, you are an elite, different from us." The soldier joked, but his eyes were a little envious, and he lowered his voice and muttered to his companions: "Look at Sun Lang's subordinates, who are not well-dressed and well-fed, we should be fine. Speaking of which, it's still the personal guard camp of Taiwei Zhu, and he can't even smell the flesh and blood."

"You can pull it down." The companion laughed and scolded: "You can't hold on for a few days after entering Sun Lang's camp, and you will be exhausted sooner or later."

"That's true. Speaking of which, Sun Lang smiles all day long, not like an official at all. He is so cruel to start a military campaign. He doesn't let people rest during the holidays. I'd better stop going, if I'm not having sex with the heat."

Sun Ce greeted the soldiers all the way, with a smile on his face, but he frowned secretly in his heart. He didn't see many people who were on guard in the entire camp. This was not a marching battle, and it was even more casual than a spring outing. If Yuan Tan sent troops to raid, the entire army would definitely be defeated.

Sun Ce walked to the entrance of the Central Army's tent, Cao Bao raised the tent and laughed. "I knew it was you who came when I heard it. Why did you want to kidnap the three thousand people of me? You offer a price, as long as Taiwei Zhu has no objection, I will be happy."

"I don't dare to compete with Mr. Zhu." Sun Ce laughed twice, stood at the door, and called in loudly. He coughed in the tent, a little listless. Cao Bao patted Sun Ce's shoulder and leaned into his ear and said, "Go in, Mr. Zhu is in poor health and has no strength to speak." Wen Yun walked out of the inside, glanced at Cao Bao, and had a sinister face. "General Cao has something to do?" Cao Bao said hurriedly, "It's okay, it's okay, I'll make arrangements now." He squeezed his eyes at Sun Ce and hurried away.

Wen Yun opened the account door and asked Sun Ce to enter. The account was in a mess. Zhu Yan sat behind the desk with a pale face. Seeing Sun Ce coming in, he just took a look and became angry.

"This is……"

Wen Yun smiled bitterly. "When the general entered the camp, he should have seen that the military disciplines of the battalions were dispersed, and he neither practiced formations nor practiced martial arts. The Grand Marshal ordered several times that they were just pretending to be deaf and dumb and perfunctory. What if the enemy attacked, what would be the consequence?"

"Bo Fu, when are you going to attack?" Zhu Yan interrupted Wen Yun and signaled Sun Ce to sit opposite him.

Sun Ce took his seat and looked at Zhu Yan's face. The old man was really angry, his eyes were red, and his beard on the corner of his mouth was covered with saliva stars. It was probably left behind when he sprayed Cao Bao just now. Zhu Yan had a tough temper and was very angry, and he was always the same. The weather was hot and he was prone to irritability. He was like a pile of dry firewood, which could be lit with a spark.

"Mr. Zhu, didn't you agree before? Waiting for Zhang Yan to bow his head, hitting Zhongmu is not the purpose..."

"I know this, you don't need to nag anymore. It's been a month since I haven't fought a battle. If you wait any longer, these people will be in a wild heart."

Sun Ce was very depressed. He was so wild. You should deal with them. Why would you get angry with me? "Mr. Zhu, you can't start a war in this situation. Isn't this a death? The Danyang soldiers are like this, and the other battalions are even more useless. Why not wait until the weather is cooler and practice, it will be better."

Zhu Jun punched the table with a punch, and there was a loud "bang". His 30,000 to 40,000 people under his command, except for Sun Ce's army who could still practice, all the other departments were hot and refused to practice. It rained two days ago, and many people started to get sick. Cao Bao and Xu Jian's Danyang soldiers were called elite soldiers, but that only refers to these Danyang soldiers being fierce and aggressive, and their personal combat effectiveness was reasonable, but they were not well-trained. Instead, they regarded themselves as elite soldiers, rebellious and unwilling to obey orders, which made him so angry that his beard was so upright. He called Cao Bao to scold him, but looking at Cao Bao like that, it probably was useless.

What kind of king is this kind of soldier? He will have a mutiny on the way.

Seeing that Zhu Jun was in a bad mood, Sun Ce frowned and thought about it. "Mr. Zhu, I have a solution, maybe I can give it a try."

Zhu Jun turned his head over, his eyes rolled up, and he looked disbelief. "Can you let them train like your subordinates?"

"That's impossible, unless Mr. Zhu can also give so much money to reward."

Zhu Jun turned his head again in anger, clenched his fists. He was poor and could not even pay military rations, let alone military pay. Sun Ce can still pay military pay normally now. Every now and then, he can still hold a competition and give some wine and meat. The other battalions do not have this strength, so they don’t have the energy to train troops.

Sun Ce came to Zhu Jun and muttered a few words in a low voice. Zhu Jun looked at him suspiciously for a moment. "Then... try?"

"I can try it, but I'm really anxious. Mr. Zhu, you have to support me."

"I can only let them move, I will definitely support you. But be careful and don't overdo it."

"I'll try my best." Sun Ce stood up and bumped into his clothes. "Mr. Zhu, if there is nothing else, I'll leave first."

Zhu Jun nodded and asked Wenyun to send Sun Ce out of the account. Wenyun returned to the account and saw Zhu Jun's smug smile, he couldn't help but be stunned. This change is too big. What did Sun Ce say to him?

Sun Ce returned to the account and called Gong Du. Gong Du had no sense of existence when he was under Sun Jian's account, but when he arrived at Sun Ce's account, he felt like he had met a soulmate. Sun Ce forced Wulu to beg him, giving him enough face, and he felt particularly accomplished. Seeing that Sun Ce's personal guard camp was well trained, the carefully selected Yellow Turban soldiers under his command were too far from them, he rushed to train. Sun Ce supported him very much and allocated a lot of supplies to him to reward his subordinates. After more than half a month, his mental outlook was refreshed and he had already looked like a little elite.

"How have you been practicing these two days?"

Gong is very happy. "The general can review it at any time. Although he dare not compare with your personal guard infantry and cavalry, I am not afraid of anyone else."

"Okay, then give it a try?"

"How to try?"

"Tonight, I touched Cao Bao's camp, stripped Cao Bao and Xu Jian's clothes and hung them on the stage of the Central Army General."

Gong Du was startled. "General, this is not a joke."

"It's not a joke, it's true." Sun Ce patted Gong Du's shoulder. "In addition, I snatch their supplies for me and piled them on the platform. How much can you snatch, I'll reward you at that time."

Gong Du's eyes suddenly lit up. "Take it serious?"

"It's really not true anymore." Sun Ce showed a sinister smile. "A batch of weapons will arrive in Nanyang soon. This matter is done, and I'll change your clothes."
Chapter completed!