Chapter 45: The camp is shocked

In the first year of Chongzhen, in mid-March, the weather became warmer, and the spring breeze swept across the north bank of the Yellow River, bringing layers of greenery.

In less than two months, the castle has changed dramatically. There were countless more houses in the south, and in the southeast near the willow forest, there was a large camp, in which there were bursts of gunfire accompanied by a high roar.

Rows of horizontal bars, canoes, shooting ranges, soldiers stand in a neat queue.

These training subjects were slowly condensed by the methods of training soldiers in later generations in combination with the actual situation at present.

At first, the battle queue and the weight-bearing cross-country made the soldiers miserable and complained, but after Tiemo personally followed the training, no one dared to say anything.

At noon, standing on the watchtower, looking at the hurried figures in the camp, Tiemo was in a good mood.

These people were all selected from tens of thousands of homeless people, and in order to make these people die hard, they also ordered the construction of many new houses.

Fortunately, everything is worth it, the young man who calmed down, the color on his face faded little by little, and after continuous training, he slowly became a qualified soldier.

Everything is going in a good direction, but there is one thing that has always given Tiemo a headache.

Although the bird gun in his hand is good now, it is still too bad according to Tiemo's thoughts. The charge was cumbersome, and the firing was cumbersome, which led to a low rate and frequency of fire.

For this reason, Tiemo trained in a three-stage strike method, but after training for seven or eight days, there would even be a gap in firepower. If you use this kind of firepower, you can only wait for death in the face of cavalry or a large number of enemy troops.

In desperation, Tiemo changed the three-stage attack to a six-stage attack, and the six-stage fire strike was enough, but there was another problem, that is, the number of shots per shot was limited, and the coverage area was much smaller.

The solution to this problem is simple: train more musketeers and have more birds.

It's just that, with the current financial resources, I can only think about it first.

Zhou Dingshan was dressed in an earthy blue suit, wearing a red tasseled felt hat, and he not only looked a little more powerful, but also a little more resolute on his face.

Zhou Dingshan is a very strict self-demanding person, which is why Tiemo is particularly fond of him.

Now the camp is divided into three teams of 100 people, and Zhou Dingshan is one of the three team leaders.

Zhou Dingshan is too young, including Cao Monkey and others have opinions about Zhou Dingshan becoming the leader of the team, but Tiemo insists on his own judgment.

"Joyama, how are the pikemen and iron shield soldiers recruited?"

"The manpower is almost complete, but the speed of building the iron shield is still too slow, and now I have only received fifteen shields."

"Fifteen? Enough, train people first, don't let these people be idle. ”

The training of pikemen and iron shield soldiers is also well thought out. The musketeers of this era had too many limitations, not only the rate of fire was a big problem, but the melee flaws were even more deadly.

If you let the enemy rush in front of your face, the musketeers will only be slaughtered.

After working hard to train a musketeer, he could only huddle in the fortifications and shoot, not in the field, which was not the effect that Tiemo wanted.

So, there was the idea of the Iron Shield Soldier.

The iron shield envisioned by Tiemo was different from the military shield used before, thicker, taller, and wider. Each iron shield is more than 50 pounds, two meters high, there is a shooting hole in the middle of the shield, and the inner side is equipped with a ring handrail.

This kind of iron shield forms a shield wall, just like forming an iron wall in front of the musketeers, which greatly protects the musketeers behind. In the event of an enemy attack, you can use iron rods to connect them in series through the ring handrail to form an impregnable iron wall.

Of course, the Iron Shield is too heavy and will slow down the march, but it's okay to be slow, as long as it's useful.

The musketeers with iron shields, plus the pikemen, formed an Iron King Eight, which was slow and slow, but Lao Tzu could still slowly push the enemy to death.

......

On the school ground, there was a burst of cheers, and more than a dozen military men surrounded a burly man, happily saying something.

The strong man has thick limbs, thick eyebrows like ink, and a bit of recklessness in his laughter.

Tie Mo looked at it and whispered, "Who is the strong man in the middle?" ”

"Oh, his name is Wang Junlie, a native of Yanchuan, and this person used to be a monk in the temple, so the brothers in the camp called him Monk Wang."

"Monk Wang? He doesn't look like a monk, he seems to be quite prestigious. ”

"Yes, Monk Wang trained seriously, and he squandered his money, and he didn't keep any of the settling-in money he got before, and gave it all to a few acquaintances around him."

"So?" Tie Mo nodded his head and frowned, "Dingshan, what do you think of this person?" ”

"Seeking wealth without keeping wealth, righteousness can endure hardships, according to the younger brother, Monk Wang has great ambitions, I am afraid he is not a person who has lived in the hearts of the people for a long time."

Tiemo smiled and patted Zhou Dingshan's shoulder, "It seems that we have the same opinion." ”

Zhou Dingshan's expression was cold, and he glanced at Monk Wang in the distance, "Do you want the little brother to find a chance to ..... him?"

As he spoke, his palm slashed into the void.

Tie Mo shook his head gently, "No, we finally gathered popularity, and killed Monk Wang at this time, once it is known, this breath will be dispersed." Well, you find a chance to have a meal with him and have a good conversation, as long as he is not a fool, he knows what to do. If he doesn't know how to lift, then don't blame us for being ruthless. ”

Dare to run to Lao Tzu's territory to pull people's heads, and he is not small.

......

When I left the camp, I saw that the original dirt road in the countryside had been widened a lot, and many homeless people were busy building the road on the side of the road.

Recruiting troops, barracks, and building roads, the hundreds of thousands of taels of silver in Tiemo's hands were spent like flowing water.

At that time, because of the road construction, I also had a big quarrel with Zhou Dingshan, Cao Monkey and others.

Tiemo, who has the soul of later generations, knows the importance of building roads, as long as this road is repaired along with the official road in the north, the caravan will go directly to Zhangjiakou through Dark Zhuang Fort, which will save more than 50 miles of land. At that time, the number of caravans coming and going to the Dark Village Fort will increase dramatically, and the Dark Village Fort will become prosperous because of this road.

Just entered the village, I met Deng Kai head-on.

Deng Kai, your face was already dark, but after touching the iron ink, your face became even more ugly.

Hastily arched his hand, and Deng Kai hurried out of Zhuangzi.

In the past month or so, Deng Kai has become extremely honest, but the more this is the case, the more uneasy Tie Mo becomes.

With Gu Chengliang's temperament, will he watch his iron ink grow bigger step by step?

.....

At night, the spring breeze was slightly cool, and in a quiet, the camp of Dark Village Fort suddenly burst into flames, accompanied by rumbling sounds.

Tiemo woke up in his sleep, pushed the door and came to the street, and saw Hao Sanpao running over in disheveled clothes.

"Xiao Tie, there is someone making trouble in the camp!"

Tie Mo frowned, and eagerly walked towards the camp, but a sneer flashed in the corner of his eyes that was not easy to detect.

Finally got started?