When Xiao Xuan came to Wei Zhongxian's temporary dungeon again at noon the next day, his attitude was much more relaxed than before, he didn't expect that the famous "eunuch party" would be so "incorruptible": "Compared to many people in the court, you are indeed much stronger. Although he also looted a lot of wealth and chased a lot of false fame. But it seems that it should be true that four times he rewarded the border army and five times he sent horses to Liaodong, and he consumed most of the accumulated wealth. It's just that do you know that if I were given another choice, I would still choose to pull out your force and take it down, and I wouldn't reuse you in a grand manner, do you know why? ”

"This..." Wei Zhongxian was somewhat of a wise person, and he felt that if he said something perfunctory, he would definitely not be able to do it, so he replied a little truthfully: "The old slave should not be in the palace for private troops, and brought the pregnant palace maid into the palace, and tried to suppress the emperor by force. ”

"It's a beginner, but even if you don't have those behaviors, it's inevitable that you'll get out of the way. Because you're too old, you've been in the palace for too long, and you're no longer a blank slate, and I'm worried that you won't be able to keep up with me. And people like you, who are not born in school and entered the palace as a teenager, but have been in the people for too long, although they have a kind of decisiveness and experience compared to many people, but they have also lost the most important thing, that is, loyalty. If I am a former emperor like Wanli in the Chengping era, maybe I will support you to fight with those Donglin parties, but I am not Wanli, or even the first emperor, I am far from having experience in this area, and the current Ming Dynasty does not have much time to wait for me to accumulate the skill of balance between left and right, so I can only choose to paint on a blank piece of paper again... ”

Seeing that Wei Zhongxian seemed to be somewhat expectant, Xiao Xuan also hesitated a little: "Don't be in a hurry to leave these days." Since I can't get much money from you, a few thousand taels of gold is not a small number. It may be of great use to the core elites who are not too many, and in a few days, when I am sure that I will take better care of my wealth and inspect the city defenses, you will take the opportunity to leave! The greeting gift, the symbolic one is enough... Although Xiao Xuan was not very clear about the early peasant army movement before Li Zicheng, he was also very worried that if the firewood was not added well and the fire burned too strongly, it would be a little inappropriate to break away from the historical situation. Whether or not to make too much fire in terms of the art of war, knowledge, and even assets, at this time, there are more or less negative thoughts in my heart. A Wei Zhongxian's defection is probably already a heavy enough bargaining chip, and it is not easy to add too much firewood, in that case, it is easy to backfire.

"Your Majesty..." Hearing this, Wei Zhongxian, of course, still felt as if he had been amnestied.

In fact, when thinking of the "Art of War Assistance" in the improvised planning, Xiao Xuan carefully recalled the battle process near Miyagi, but felt that many of his ideas that he took for granted were not necessarily realistic, and many details were not necessarily perfect. Therefore, when I inspected the camp at noon, I also had a plan.

Artificial intelligence machines can rely on "deep learning" to play against themselves to make a real sense of the wild way, but only a little understanding of the ancient military can rely on this kind of paper talk left and right fighting skills to improve their own military system, at most in the early peasant army and other weak enemies to improve a little perfect? Xiao Xuan believes in himself: a sufficient cultural background, as well as the accumulation of some ignorance of ancient military technology knowledge in the past, should still be meaningful. After all, I am not a person who has no foundation in this area.

For the young officers and soldiers in the new battalion, the lunch break on the 10th day of the ninth month of the seventh year of the Apocalypse seems to be extraordinarily long, and many experiences in the past few days have also made the teenagers feel a bad premonition. Because abnormal rest or good things will obviously be followed by heavy training. However, after experiencing a key actual battle, the discipline of the team is still more or less lax, and many people are together again, and people have begun to gradually get acquainted with each other within the team, and it is still difficult to completely "eat and sleep".

"You say, what subjects are waiting for us in the afternoon?" A squad officer asked the Captain.

"Who knows, but it's not necessarily a bad thing. In the morning, I practiced the spear formation, which was useless in actual combat, and I should have been preparing to play with gunpowder for so much time at noon, right? ”

Because they had not yet experienced any serious casualties, most of the officers and men were still teenagers, and they were quite excited to hear the news that they might have to play with firearms and gunpowder. Moreover, in the previous actual battles, it was clear that melee weapons did not play much use, mainly firearms.

The sound of the assembly whistle sounded again, and hundreds of people gathered under Xiao Xuan's arrangement to enter the newly arranged central tent with a radius of ten zhang and an exceptionally spacious one.

The new tent on the yurt-like school yard is not only very spacious, but hundreds of people can sit in just two circles and see all the places in the center, but it is also very unusual on the ground. Ten small bamboo rows of about one foot each crisscrossed form a network of bridges less than a foot apart, on which people can walk. Below, two or three feet below the general bamboo bridge is a huge sand table. It's just that except for some small mounds and miniature clay figurines and vehicles on the sand table, there is no too complicated undulating terrain. In the center of the bridge, there is also a "whiteboard" mounted on a bamboo frame. Suitable chalk and blackboard were really hard to find, so Xiao Xuan could only use a large pen and white paper as teaching aids very luxuriously. Who calls himself emperor? Compared with some of the overhead protagonists who started from the folk, it is such a luxury.

"At your feet is a simulated little world called the sand table. Can you recognize the east, west, north and south of the big tent? This simulated small world is like a battlefield chessboard, and the direction is also according to the east, west, north and south in reality. Do you see the size of the people and vehicles under this bamboo bridge? You estimate: half a step in reality is a step, how far is the distance in this virtual small world? Raise your hand in knowing, and then I will answer ... ”

This question seems to be a little difficult for these children who basically have no mathematical education, there are many people, and they can't even count more than a hundred, which makes Xiao Xuan a little discouraged, so he has to come to popularize science in person: "The height of these villains below is roughly two and a half minutes, that is, a quarter of an inch." One inch in the sand table is equal to the actual two zhang, and the sand table with a circle of ten zhang under the entire bamboo bridge simulates a battlefield with a radius of about 12 miles. Generally speaking, the scope of the tactical battlefield is usually not much larger than this, even if it is a confrontation between 100,000 troops... ”