Wheel pistol!【5200】

Wenjiu three years (1863), January 8, night——

Edo, Koishikawa Kohinata Yanagi Town, Imperial Guard Hall——

The moonlight, as light as dust, filled the window sill, and the erratic candlelight swayed in the room. The two overlapped and reflected on Qingdeng's desk, creating a hazy shadow.

Qing Deng was writing something with a "shua la la" sound in front of his head.

Sometimes he frowned slightly, showing annoyance on his face.

Sometimes I stop the brush in my hand and think about it.

Sometimes he would take out the rice paper he was writing on, crumple it into a ball, and throw it away.

The tatami around him was covered with large and small paper balls.

Suddenly, the chief's voice suddenly sounded outside the door:

"Tangerine-kun, it's me! I'm here to bring you tea!"

"Come in."

Wow... The general manager, holding a tea tray in his hand, gently opened the door and stepped inside.

"Tachibana-kun, what are you doing?"

As the chief asked, he stretched his right foot back like a scorpion with its tail raised, clamped the door frame with his toes, and closed the door with a "clang" sound.

"I'm drawing up military regulations."

"Military regulations?"

The general secretary took small steps and came to Qingdeng's side in three steps and two steps at a time.

After placing the tea tray with the teapot and tea cups aside, she stuck out her little head, hung her chin on Qingdeng's right shoulder, and glanced at the table in front of Qingdeng.

"The army is an organization, and organization requires discipline. This is especially true for the Zhenfu Army, which has a complex personnel structure. Without iron-clad discipline to restrain the sergeants, the Zhenfu Army is just a plate of loose sand that cannot be used for much purpose.

"

"oh oh……"

The director-general nodded in understanding.

"Have you finished writing your military regulations?"

"We've finally finished the first draft."

As he spoke, Qingden took out a neatly folded piece of rice paper and handed it to the chief executive.

"Would you like to take a look?"

"Then...please allow me to read it for a moment!"

After Yingying smiled, the general manager wiped his hands, carefully took the rice paper with a solemn gesture as if receiving an imperial edict, spread it out, and softly recited word by word:

"First, follow the command in all actions."

As soon as she finished speaking, Qingdeng added calmly:

"Anyone who violates this rule will be beheaded in public."

"Two, you are not allowed to leave the organization without permission."

"Anyone who violates this rule will be beheaded in public."

"Third, don't fight privately for no reason."

"Anyone who violates this rule will be beheaded in public."

"4. Those who blackmail others, rob property, harm innocent people, rape women..."

"Rectify the law on the spot."

"Five, collaborators and traitors..."

"Rectify the law on the spot."

"Sixth, it is strictly forbidden to slander Ju Qingdeng as a lecher."

"I wrote this for fun, don't take it seriously."

"Seven, Chiba Sanako, Kinoshita Mai, Okita Souji, and the above three are not allowed to quarrel, and they must live in the same room with Tachibana Aoden."

"This is what I wrote for fun, just ignore it."

The general manager raised his beautiful eyebrows.

"Kinoshita Mai? Has Miss Kinoshita also joined the Suppressing Army?"

"It's not clear yet. She wants to join, but Boss Kiryu strongly opposes it. She has sent a letter to Osaka to seek her grandmother's opinion. If her grandmother agrees, then everything will be easy. If her grandmother doesn't agree... then...

Let’s talk about it later.”

"That's it..."

The director nodded slightly.

"Let me tell you, Articles 6 and 7 of these military regulations are obviously contrary to each other, right?"

As she said this, she laughed "hehehe" a few times.

"On the one hand, you are not allowed to be called a lecher, but on the other hand, you do all the things that a lecher would do, and you are too confident, right?" The three of you are not allowed to quarrel, and you have to talk to Tachibana.

Qingdeng lives in the same room...I alone can make you breathless. If the three of us get together, I think you will die."

Qingdeng looked very embarrassed. In order to cover up his embarrassment, he raised the tea cup sent by the chief to his lips:

"As I said, the last two items were written just for fun, so don't pursue them any further."

After appreciating Qingdeng's embarrassed expression, the chief general Haosheng looked away with satisfaction and re-read the military regulations in his hand.

She turned over and over, looking at the front of the paper and then at the back.

"Is that all the military regulations are?"

"Originally there were 40 rules, but I reduced them item by item to the current five. There are a lot of people in the Suppressing Army who are rough people with no education. If the military regulations are designed too much and too complicated, it will be useless.

.Leaving these 5 items is enough.”

"Is it too harsh? Why are the punishments for violating military regulations either being beheaded in public or executed on the spot? Are there no other punishments? For example, confinement, ten lashes, etc... It doesn't work anymore

You should also allow others to commit seppuku."

In the Edo period, regardless of civilians, for samurai, any method of death other than seppuku or death in battle was extremely humiliating.

"It has to be so strict."

Qingdeng adopted a decisive tone.

"To put it bluntly... Zhenfujun is a 'combination of desires'."

"Those who want to join the Zhenfu Army must either seek fame or wealth."

"The kind of people who have lofty ideals such as 'clarifying Yunei' and 'pacifying the enemy'... I can't say there aren't many, but there are certainly not many."

"There is neither sufficient food and salary, nor a guiding ideology to unite everyone."

"If conditions permit, of course I would be happy to slowly train the troops."

"But the problem is that I don't have such conditions."

"On January 20, conscription ends."

"On February 1st, I will lead this ragtag group of people without any training and rush to Kyoto."

"The current situation in Kyoto is getting worse and worse."

"The imperial court has been controlled by the ministers sent by Changshu, and the lunatics of the Changshu clan are becoming more and more domineering."

"There is currently no latest information on how to kill the party, but I guess they won't be too honest."

"For the Zhenfu Army, the worst-case scenario is that they must immediately go into battle as soon as they arrive in Kyoto, start a life-and-death street battle in the streets of Kyoto, and start a battle between the corps in the vast Osaka Plain."

"In this case, where will I find the time to leisurely discipline the sergeant?"

"In troubled times, use important codes."

"I must build the Zhenfu Army into an elite division that is good at fighting in the shortest possible time."

"For this reason, we must use rough means to forcibly integrate the team."

"I want all the sergeants in the Suppressing Army to fear my sword more than the enemy's sword, and to fear the harshness of military regulations more than the terror of death."

Having said this, Qingdeng paused.

Then, he turned his head and cast a serious look at the chief executive.

The two looked at each other.

"So, you must not violate military regulations."

"To create iron-clad discipline, the most important thing is to treat everyone equally and not to be special."
To be continued...