The Fengjun Shelter was a temporary shelter for disabled soldiers on the battlefield. Every time a large-scale armed battle occurred, a large number of disabled soldiers would be produced in a short period of time.
Because the field hospital could not treat so many wounded people at once, they could only bandage the wounded and place them in the reception station.
In that era where medical conditions were very poor, soldiers with gunshot wounds were always facing infection, so the death rate of soldiers in the shelter was as high as 80%.
However, because they were all veterans who had experienced the baptism of the battlefield, their combat accomplishments were also quite high.
After Zhang Xueming took over as the station chief of the Fengjun Shelter, he would definitely be able to select healthy soldiers to expand into his army.
This was also the reason why Zhang Zuolin had handed over the position of the station chief to Zhang Xueming.
Without veterans who knew how to use guns, the guns produced by the arsenal would be useless.
Hearing Zhang Zuolin's words before he left, Zhang Xueming felt like he had found a treasure. This way, the progress of his armed forces would be greatly accelerated.
After all, veterans who had been on the battlefield were much stronger than soldiers who had been trained on the training ground.
He didn't have much time left. He had to build an army that could resist the foreign powers before they attacked the northeast.
A moment later, a man in a military coat stood at the entrance of the military station. Behind him were two teams of soldiers with many equipment.
This young man had a very three-dimensional facial features. If he was in the modern world, he would definitely be a top-notch young man.
This person was Zhang Xueming.
At this time, Zhang Xueming's purpose in coming to the Feng Army Receiving Station was to select soldiers who could still fight and expand into his new 1st Division.
Just by standing at the entrance of the shelter, he could smell the terrifying smell of blood.
The wails of the wounded soldiers of the Feng army could be heard constantly. Because too many people had died here because of their infected wounds, it was regarded as an ominous place by the residents.
Therefore, this place was even more desolate. There was no life within a 10-kilometer radius.
There were mounds of earth all around the shelter, where no one had claimed the bodies.
When Zhang Xueming walked into the courtyard, it was filled with injured people huddled in the corner.
The sun was unusually bright today, and the temperature was just right. The breeze was gentle, and it wasn't that hot.
They greedily enjoyed this moment. They knew that this was the last time they would enjoy this beautiful sunshine.
"Gather! Brigadier Zhang has arrived!"
Following a pig's growl, all the soldiers who could move turned their heads to look at Zhang Xueming.
This was because everyone knew that this was a military officer who had come to select veterans with minor injuries. Those officers would not even look at them, who were on the verge of death. Therefore, they did not care which military officer had arrived, nor did they stand up to welcome them.
This was because this was the best time to enjoy the sun.
Zhang Xueming walked through the messy path and came to the stone platform in the middle of the courtyard. He took off the mask that was wrapped around his mouth and nose.
The script that he had prepared was tightly held in his hand, ready to read according to the script that he had rehearsed in advance.
No matter which dynasty it was, how to deal with the remnants of the army and defeated generals was a very troublesome matter.
The reason for this was that most of the defeated soldiers were still alive, but their souls were gone.
If they were forced to return to the army, they would definitely become the source of disturbance at the critical moment.
But if they were allowed to retire,
This group of soldiers who were not in their right minds but had superb killing skills.
It would often become the most unstable factor that disrupted social order.
The years of war and the vagrant life had caused these defeated soldiers to sink into darkness and fall into the quagmire.
Zhang Xueming's most important task now was to help them find their souls and become the light in the darkness of the defeated soldiers.
In Zhang Xueming's era, Zhang Xueming was the president of the student union in the university. He held many charity performances during his time in school, often moving the teachers and students to donate generously and raise charity funds.
Therefore, Zhang Xueming was very confident that he could reform them and find their souls again.
However, when he came to the Fengjun Shelter, what he saw here was not something that a person in a peaceful era like him could imagine.
Sloppy houses, lax military discipline, rambling soldiers, living without a goal all day long!
Before coming to the shelter, Zhang Xueming had deliberately not eaten anything, so that there was no food in his stomach.
However, the smell of rotten meat in the air stimulated Zhang Xueming from time to time, causing him to retch. After putting on a mask, it was relieved.
At this moment, a few tears squirmed in the corner of Zhang Xueming's eyes, trying his best to maintain his image.
However, his line of sight was filled with the despairing eyes of the remaining soldiers of the Feng army. Their eyes were like thorns that pierced Zhang Xueming's heart.
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