Reckless and agile climbed over the wall and threw a gunpowder grenade backwards.

"Lie down!" Seeing the slightest rattling of the lead, the Ming army, who was familiar with this thing, quickly fell to the ground with his feet towards the grenade.

"Poof...", with a soft smoke sound, the grenade went out, but it didn't explode.

A bold Ming soldier got up and kicked the entire grenade against the wall with one kick to smash it, only to find that there was no gunpowder inside.

"This monkey, yin us!"

"What nonsense, turn it over!"

The soldiers stepped on each other's shoulders and climbed over the wall, but there was not a single figure in sight.

"Go, ask the people inside!"

"Why am I going again...", the recruit who was driven to explore the way Danzi helplessly poked the firewood room directly opposite with the spear shaft, and when he saw that no one responded, he kicked it away against the wall, only seeing a few bundles of firewood.

"Master, there is no one in this firewood room."

"Let you see the firewood room, why is it so useless!" Xiao Qi, known as the boss, vented his anger on the innocent soldiers in front of him.

The reckless man who escaped for the time being did not have time to see if his assassination hit the target, and for him the matter was just a vent of anger, and there was no point in it.

On the day of the uprising, he saw the whole process of the coup d'état planned by him on a roof in the city.

The Burmese army who rushed in was knocked back by the iron cavalry as soon as they saw it, and the Han and Burmese righteous soldiers who contacted the city also scattered after attacking a few barricades, and the emperor did not hurt a single hair but lost all his capital.

He had heard the Ming people say that Xiucai had failed to rebel for ten years, but his man-made rebellion with the blood of the King of Burma, hundreds of people in the city and thousands of people outside the city, the preparation process was extremely smooth, how could he become like this as soon as he started?

He was leaning against a corner of the wall panting with red eyes, looking at the sky without a trace of clouds.

Why?

Why?

It's clear that everything is ready, but the last step is wrong, why is the situation reversed so much?

Alas... If you were outside the city, it would be a big deal to run to the beach with oil on the soles of your feet, maybe you can still be a princess, who advised you to take the risk of sneaking into the city to pick peaches?

I remember that day, I opened the curtain in the sedan chair and looked at the familiar city wall, my face was full of spirit, and I felt that the great cause of recovering the country was about to be realized. But today, the city walls, which are not very high, are locked in the city like a prison!

You don't have to think about it to know that the Ming army will inevitably kill itself in the whole city and then cut it with a thousand knives. But most of his secret bases have been exposed, where else can he go?

"If you knew today, why bother in the first place!"

As soon as Zhu Youlang recovered from the shock, a brocade guard ran over to report the news, saying that Mang Bai's previous whereabouts had been found, and then compared with the back seen by the soldiers, it was almost certain that the black shadow that threw the grenade was Mang Bai.

Zhu Youlang, who was protected by several human walls, no longer felt fear, but felt a trace of excitement to catch his prey.

……

Three days later, Mang Bai was tied up with his brother Mangda, who was killed by him in history, and those "laborers" who were in this death competition, and thrown into a deep pit. With a deafening sound of cannonballs, there was no living thing in the pit. And the location of this pit is exactly where the cursed water disaster occurred.

"Fill the pit."

The eunuch who made a cameo appearance shouted loudly, and Zhu Youlang led all kinds of people to "watch the ceremony" and others each dug a shovel of soil in the big pit.

Hundreds of horses lined up in two columns, and under the leadership of the leader, they raised their hooves and trampled the filled hole. This was the method of the Mongols to execute the nobles, believing that this method did not see blood and saved face for the executed. And Zhu Youlang's slightly improved method is obviously not to give these traitors a decent way to defeat the party, but to satisfy his own bad taste.

If he could, Zhu Youlang would not hesitate to execute them with aqua regia and then cast concrete in place.

The cavalry who was selected to carry out this special mission was naturally the cavalry that was recruited to counterattack the rebels that day, and the cavalry who trampled on the enemy's corpse in the posture of a victor brandished a snowy saber and shouted a uniform trumpet.

"Alas... The Burmese army is really weak. In the first battle of Mopan Mountain, our army had the advantage and also injured thousands of men and horses. But in several dignified battles with the Burmese army, our army's losses were less than 1,000. If it is difficult to curse the water, I can have such a cavalry..."

The thought of the difficulty of the curse water made me feel a chill down my spine.

"It's over... It's over..."

In a trance, I heard the leader always say something to him, and only after asking left and right did he remember that this was a predetermined reward.

It is common for senior cadres in later generations to personally reward and confer medals on meritorious personnel, and leaders in some localities even enjoy this as a matter of showing off the limelight. But in this era of unprecedented widening of the rank gap, Zhu Youlang's idea was opposed by the vast majority of people.

I can't do without the "rights" that I have worked so hard to earn. Thinking of those old stubborn and distorted expressions, Zhu Youlang forced his body to walk down the viewing platform with King Jin.

"Salute!"

The soldiers on the horse raised their right hands in unison.

Li Dingguo turned his head.

"The minister has seen the army that is as neat as one person, and he has also seen the tiger and wolf army that slashed and killed in the war, and the army of the two is perfectly integrated, the minister has only heard of Qi Shaobao's Qi family army in his life, and he has seen the forbidden army under His Majesty with his own eyes! Your Majesty's chosen son, who can train such a strong army, congratulates His Majesty and congratulates the Ming Dynasty! ”

"I am just standing on the shoulders of giants, if it were not for Qi Shaobao's new book of Ji Xiao and all kinds of military books of ancient China, I would not be able to train such a strong army alone." Zhu Youlang whispered modestly, and there was no smug expression on his face.

Li Dingguo replaced Gao Wengui and others with the original forbidden army, not only did not take this opportunity to learn from Sun Kewang and treat himself as a puppet, but also entered the palace several times to help him master this army almost hand-in-hand. Without Li Dingguo's cooperation, relying on the emperor's authority alone, he would not be able to control these thousands of people.

The more he went deeper, the more Zhu Youlang felt that his understanding of the army in the Ming and Qing dynasties was poor. At first, he wanted to start with the queue according to various online articles, but it didn't take long to find that the troops who had fought for several years did not need too much queue training.

Moreover, in a sense, modern armies have a lot to do with the tactics of line infantry, and line infantry needs to be equipped with a minimum of a large number of flintlock pistols, and it is very common for the fire ropes of birds to ignite each other. And Zhu Youlang's generals are just short of production capacity. No matter how partiality he was, it was impossible to allocate all the flintlock pistols to the forbidden army, and the troops armed with only 30 percent flintlock pistols would not be able to completely change their tactics at once.

As for the staff system that Zhu Youlang had in mind, he encountered the same problem as the newspaper: no one.

There is no school that trains all kinds of staff officers (even a crash course like Huangpu), and even if he personally selects the members of the staff department, he still hasn't changed the command style to much extent, and Zhu Youlang has something in his head, and it's not that he can't pour it out, but he really doesn't have time to be a teacher and give lectures by himself.

After all kinds of attempts to copy from later generations or simple and crude failed, Zhu Youlang decided to no longer do everything in detail and was anxious to build a modern army, but mainly focused on the cultural education and treatment of soldiers.