Descendant of King Jing of Zhongshan

Seeing the orderly thousand-man unit, Jian Yong looked heartbroken—so heartbroken he nearly doubled over. "The regular soldiers train for four shichen every day, while the auxiliary soldiers train for two. This is practically throwing money and provisions away! Even more frightening, the regular soldiers get two meat meals every month and meat soup quite often, too. This, this, this..."

"Treating money like it isn't money! With that much money and grain, we could support three times as many soldiers!"

Liu Bei and his two sworn brothers stared at Jian Yong, their eyes wide with disbelief. One had to understand that in Youzhou, training every three days already made troops elite, and each training session lasted no more than two shichen. After all, the more they trained, the more they ate. Soldiers were all big eaters; whether they trained or not, their food intake could differ by several times.

Jian Yong rolled his eyes and touched his chest. "Don't look at me. I asked some of those men just now, and quite a few of them at that. This information can't be fake!"

"Otherwise, how do you think these former bandits managed to become fully formed soldiers in just one or two months? And the three thousand men under Sima Wang are absolute elite troops. All of them were built up by throwing money and provisions at them!"

"I did the math. For the same number of soldiers, Sima Wang spent two months' worth of supplies equal to what others spend in a year and a half. They get three meals a day, with every meal served until they're full!"

Hearing this, the Straw Sandal Brothers drew in a sharp breath. They had always been poor. Even Gongsun Zan, despite commanding a large army and striking fear throughout the northern frontier,