There was a soft knock on the door to the conference room, and I turned around, "Please come in." ”

The four men I was waiting for walked in.

At the front was a young man, about the same age as me, wearing a traditional Hanfu of the Ming Guoshi people, looking a little bookish. It's just that his face has been sunburned to the color of wheat, and his gestures have a somewhat capable temperament, which is really much more pleasing to the eye than some of the scholars I have seen in the Ming Kingdom.

"That should be Mao Chengzuo, right?" I think. There is no portrait of Wu Jianzhong in his profile, and I am not impressed by him, but I can only infer his identity based on his age.

He was followed by Ma Delong, a major in artillery, and Sun Yixing, a field major, and I just took a cursory look. These two are not famous in history or in this world, they belong to passers-by who are unknown and may disappear in the long river of history one day, and there is nothing that needs special attention.

As for the last middle-aged man to come in, I was quite interested.

Wu Jianzhong followed the three people in front of him in, and noticed that the young man standing in front of the window just glanced at the two of them, and then looked at him, with a smile on his face.

His face did not change, his expression remained calm, and he nodded to the man after he stood up. At this time, none of the four of them were part of the army, and they did not need to perform military salutes, or they all had to salute as subordinates.

I smiled and waited for them to stand up, walked up to shake hands one by one, and then said, "You four, please be seated." ”

When they were ready, I walked back to my desk and sat down and asked, "Do you know what you're going to do?" ”

Mao Chengzuo nodded and said, "Yes, Director Wang has explained it clearly to us." ”

I nodded, looked out the window, and suddenly asked, "You guys arrived a little late before, so you should be watching the training below." ”

All four of them nodded, and Mao Chengzuo apologized: "I've kept you waiting, we're all watching the training in the corridor downstairs." ”

"As you can see, how is my Great Song army?"

Mao Chengzuo pondered for a while and understood that I was testing myself, so he carefully worded and said: "This batch of recruits has excellent infantry combat skills, watching the flag and moving, stopping when they hear the whistle, the company commander whistles, hundreds of people fire a salvo, and the gunfire is like one person, which shows the strictness of the training." ”

I nodded, noncommittal, and looked back at Maderon, motioning for him to comment.

Maderón was a black-faced man, a sailor's skin color that I knew well, and his years of sailing had brought him an iron skin made by the sea breeze and the sun.

He thought for a while and said, "I heard that when each batch of recruits enlists in the army, they need to undergo three months of basic training, plus two months of combat training, before they can meet the conditions for sending them out. ”

"Our Dongjiang militia is united, and when the Houjin does not come to invade, they have to farm, weave, fish and hunt, and most of them have very little training time, so although there are tens of thousands of standing troops, most of them are weak soldiers, and only less than 10,000 people can fight."

"Even so, if the elite Dongjiang soldiers in southern Liaoning and North Korea are compared with the Ao Song Dynasty, the gap is very far, which is tantamount to the difference between cloud and mud. Even if my veteran is more than a new recruit of the Song Dynasty, he is between five and five. ”

I looked at Sun Yixing again, he pursed his lips and said, "When I was in Zhejiang, I often heard the story of Qi Shaobao. ”

"Qi Shaobao suppressed the Japanese in the southeast for nearly ten years, and then went north to Jimen, destroying countless enemies; Since the formation of the Qi family's army, the enemy will fight to the death, and the battle to the death will be won. Although I am a pawnshop, I have longed for it since I was young. ”

"Later, when Dongyi was in turmoil, I went to Liaodong with the merchant ship and surrendered to Mao Dashuai. Every word the marshal and the Qi family army will praise its strict discipline, no one in wartime, and no one disturbs the people in peacetime. Only think that the military discipline of the Qi family army is too strict, and they often behead and cut off their ears, and the sergeants often accidentally violate the ban. ”

"After I came to Australia and the Song Dynasty, I have traveled to various armies, and the army I have seen is no less than the Qi family's army, and the soldiers often laugh, if there is a contraband, the officer is not allowed to corporal punishment, at most confined for a few days, I have not heard of anyone who has been beheaded for the noise."

He paused, and when he saw that several people present were looking at him, he continued: "There are relevant elective courses in the military academy, which are related to the Qi family's army. The teacher said that the Qi family army was the strongest army in classical militarism, but what were the limitations of the times, it still relied on strict military discipline to restrain the soldiers, so that the soldiers were afraid of punishing the rest and fearing death, so no one dared to run away in battle. And I... The Great Song army, on the other hand, was an advanced army, which did not intimidate soldiers with severe punishment, paid attention to the integration of officers and soldiers, and did not need to adopt the general discipline of the Qi family's army. ”

"I thought that there was only one of them, and the Great Song army surpassed the Qi family army. As for our Dongjiang Army or other armies of the Ming Dynasty, there is no comparison. ”

Mao Chengzuo and Ma Delong, who were on the side, listened to Sun Yixing's narration, thought of the difference between the feudal army and the modern army they listened to in school, and compared them with the Qi family army and the Australian and Song army.

Only Wu Jianzhong still had a calm expression, hiding a pair of tough eyes under his eyelids.

"What about you, Wu Jianzhong?" After listening to Sun Yixing's account, I still did not comment, but called Wu Jianzhong's name directly, signaling that I wanted to hear his opinion.

"In the seventh year of the Apocalypse, that is, in 1627 of the Western calendar, I took a vacation and went back to Liaodong." Wu Jianzhong raised his head and did not directly talk about the differences between the two armies, but opened his mouth to talk about his experience.

"I arrived in Lushun at the beginning of September. At that time, my lord, you were the battalion commander of the Marine Corps, and you fought a battle with Jiannu in Golden State. ”

I raised my eyebrows, but I didn't expect that Wu Jianzhong had already come to study in Australia and Song for a year at that time, but I didn't notice it.

"I went a little late, not in time for the battle. I remember that when I arrived, Jiannu was already far away and did not dare to attack. ”

"It was September 2nd... Or on the 3rd, I arrived at the Jinzhou battlefield, where the scene of the freshly finished battle was still maintained, and the medical soldiers of Ao Song and the Dongjiang people were cleaning the battlefield. ”

"Starting from a mile away, Jiannu's corpse covered the land all the way to the front of the battle line of the Ao Song Dynasty."

He smiled and said, "Who would have thought that in the past, more than half of the corpses of Zhenyi with white flags across Liaodong were facing away from the Ao Song soldiers. ”

"Those whose heads have been shattered, those who have been pierced through the chest, those who have been beaten into flesh by cannons...... There are all kinds of ways to die, there are flesh and blood and internal organs everywhere, and the tragedy cannot be seen for a long time, even if our Dongjiang Army wants to deliberately make that kind of appearance, it is estimated that it will not work. ”

"After that, I cleaned up the battlefield with the people, shoveled the minced meat into the cart and pushed it away, and poured the blood-soaked dirt into the big pit dug by some Jiannu captives. During the process, Dr. Ao Song repeatedly asked us not to take the relics of Jiannu. It's not that I have to respect those beasts, but I'm just worried that they will cause a plague with germs on them. ”

"The broken armor and cotton armor, the swords, bows and arrows that were still intact, and the horses that had been slain were all poured into the pit, and the oil was poured out, and they were burned in the fire."

He smiled even more happily, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "I don't know those truths, I only know that my Dongjiang Army will never burn all those armor and weapons, and it will never be possible to beat Jiannu Zhenyi to the point that he will lose his weapons and escape, it will never be... It was impossible to kill more than 400 Jiannu, and he only wounded sixteen and killed four. ”