Chapter 3: A Bowl of Meat

With a loud horn, the soldiers of the forward battalion came to the school field from the various barracks.

Zhang Dou looked at the soldiers who had gathered, and his anger subsided slightly. At least these Zhejiang soldiers still have a certain degree of discipline, and although they were assembled in a hurry, they were still able to come to the school quickly, which shows that they usually train well.

But it's not enough to be good, they will face tens of thousands of Jurchens in half a month. By that time, it would be too late to regret it, so Zhang Dou decided to train them using the methods of the later Huaxia army.

At least they had to improve their physical fitness, otherwise the forward battalion he trained was not killed by the Jurchens, but was exhausted to death by cutting the Jurchens, which would be ridiculous.

Zhang Dou stood on the stage of the school field, looking at the bruised faces below, he said: "Look at your appearance, is it still the invincible Qi family army?" Qi Jiajun has lost all these three words by you, you will lose to a group of natives in the mountains in the fight, I feel ashamed for you! ”

I can only use the fact that I lost the fight a few days ago as an excuse, can't I tell them that everyone will be wiped out in half a month?

In that case, Zhang Dou estimated that Vice Marshal Qi Jin would be the first to cut off his head on the charge of shaking the morale of the army.

Seeing the soldiers in the audience bow their heads in shame one by one, Zhang Dou was just about to speak, when a voice intended him.

"Zhang Jiang can't say that, the brothers really tried their best that day. There are too many white pole soldiers, and they usually practice hand-to-hand combat, which is not the same as the firearm-based vehicle and artillery battalion we practice, Zhang Jiang always said this is a bit far-fetched! ”

Zhang Dou couldn't help frowning when he heard this, and he looked at the person who spoke. This man can be in his 40s, with a fair face, and he doesn't seem to want to be a military general, but like a scholar.

Ergou whispered behind Zhang Dou and said, "His name is Bai Wenxuan, he is the deputy commander of the forward battalion and a close confidant of Lord Chen Ce. When Zhang Dou heard this, he understood that this person was Chen Ce's cronies, that is, the sand mixed by Chen Ce, which was used to control the forward battalion.

Zhang Dou's face sneered and said, "Oh? So Bai Jiang always said that Qi Dashuai's car and artillery battalion had no melee hand-to-hand combat ability? ”

A big hat knocked Bai Wenxuan's momentum down at once, even if he lent him a few guts, he didn't dare to say that Qi Jiguang's handsome car and artillery battalion had no hand-to-hand combat ability.

"That's not what it means to be lowly ......"

"And what do you mean?" Zhang Dou didn't give him a chance to argue at all, and preemptively said: "Are you saying that our current brothers are not as good as the Zhejiang soldiers under Qi Dashuai back then?" ”

At this time, all the soldiers glared angrily at this Bai Deputy General, and Zhang Dou suddenly put Bai Wenxuan on the opposite side of all the soldiers, and he was a little difficult to ride a tiger now.

had to say: "Humble duty doesn't think so, humble duty ~ humble duty ~" For a while, he didn't know how to refute Zhang Douhao, just snorted a few times, and then retreated into the crowd.

Zhang Dou looked at Bai Wenxuan, who was retreating in a gray manner, and his heart was dark for a while! Small, fight with my brother! The brother's professional in the past few years in the society is not in vain.

Bai Wenxuan retreated to the center of the crowd and kept cursing Zhang Dou, this boss should have been his, but suddenly parachuted in this Qi Jin's deputy marshal and snatched his position.

Zhang Dou glanced at the soldiers again, and found that no one dared to look at him again, and continued: "Originally, we were going to revive the majesty of Qi Dashuai's car and artillery battalion back then, so that our brothers would be equally brave and invincible in close combat, so we must strengthen training every day from today onwards. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, it caused an uproar among the soldiers in the audience.

In the Ming Dynasty, it is common to practice every half a month, and its purpose is just to save food. Even the Qi family's army, which is known as invincible in the world, is only a 5-day exercise, which is related to the general lack of rigidity among people at that time.

If you train at a high intensity every day, many people can't stick to it and fall on the training ground.

Zhang Dou's decision surprised the soldiers, they never thought that their general would make such a decision to disregard the life and death of the soldiers, is this to train them?

Bai Wenxuan, who was in the crowd, couldn't help but be happy when he heard Zhang Dou's words. He glanced at the worried expressions of the soldiers, and he knew the bottom of his heart.

"Put the total sir! It's really hard for a strong man to practice every day! It's easy to get killed if you practice like this, and adults can't ignore the casualties of their brothers because of a momentary anger! Bai Wenxuan's words were righteous and awe-inspiring, and even his waist pole was raised a few points.

Zhang Dou didn't look at Bai Wenxuan's smug expression, but said lightly: "The daily training will not be forced, but the soldiers who volunteer to participate in the training and complete the training can eat a big bowl of mutton at noon every day. ”

His words rang in the ears of the soldiers like a bomb, and the soldiers thought they had misheard.

"What? No one has a big bowl of meat? Or lamb? I heard you right! Soldier A asked Soldier B in a whisper.

"I heard the general say so, too! Probably true! Soldier B replied.

"Hey, hey! Don't talk about training with a big bowl of mutton every day, even if you take your life to fight, I'm willing to fight. Soldier C also said.

"That's it! Isn't it just training? Can you still exhaust people to death? Gritted his teeth and persevered, no big deal! The other soldiers chimed in.

Bai Wenxuan saw that his original good situation was suddenly smashed by Zhang Dou's mutton, and he jumped out again unwillingly.

"Your Excellency! Do you know how much a bowl of lamb is per person? Our forward battalion doesn't have so much money to buy sheep! He said sourly.

"Huh! The problem of silver does not have to worry about Deputy Bai, Ben will still have some savings, which is enough for the brothers to eat a few meals of mutton! Zhang Dou bit that subword very hard, and Bai Wenxuan was furious when he heard it, but he couldn't do it, so he could only hold a mouthful of old blood in his heart.

In the corner where he didn't pay attention, Bai Wenxuan was looking at Zhang Dou with resentful eyes.

does not raise the soldiers in the xing, and Bai Wenxuan in the depression. Zhang Dou went to see the side car of their car artillery battalion, the car was very large, and it could put two Franc cannons in it, and shoot at the same time with 6 gunners.

Once the battle starts, you can use the vans to form a formation to block the enemy's attack, and the soldiers of the artillery battalion can hide in the vans and shoot outwards to attack the enemy.

Zhang Dou circled around the car a few times, climbed to the ground and looked at the bottom of the partial van before asking people to add two layers of thick bamboo to the bottom of the partial van.

And Mao Zhu should be two feet on the left and right sides of the van, as for the silver money needed to find the second dog, he plans to pay for the silver in his own pocket first.

In history, the Ming army's car formation was repeatedly broken by the Jurchens' artillery before it began to be defeated, and he saw that although his side car was thick, it could only block the bow and crossbow.

If the Jurchens bombarded the Ming army's car formation with artillery, then the thin side van would definitely be bombarded into slag in minutes, so anti-artillery became Zhang Dou's first element.

Moso bamboo is the first step in anti-artillery.

If the Jurchens were to rush to the front of the side van, the wooden body would definitely not be able to stop the Jurchens' slashing axes. To guard against the destruction of the partial van by the Jurchens, grenades are Zhang Dou's only choice.

When he saw the stockpile of gunpowder in the forward battalion, Zhang Dou's brows furrowed even deeper. Their forward battalion doesn't have enough gunpowder for two hours!

You can't even feed the guns and artillery with gunpowder like this, so what do you use to make grenades? Not to mention that the grenade is not something that Zhang Dou can come up with with a pat on his head, it takes a lot of things, and Zhang Dou can't make it for at least half a month.

However, explosives packs are much easier to make than hand grenades, and you only need to use a burlap cloth to mix gunpowder with nails, iron filings, and gravel, and leave a fuse to do it.

And it is easy to manufacture, as long as the gunpowder is sufficient, a lot can be made in minutes. If you want to make a 5-pound explosive bag and throw it into the Jurchen crowd, the power is enough for the Jurchens to drink a pot.

But when he saw the shortage of gunpowder, his heart was half cold. They are all-firearms troops. Cannons and guns without gunpowder are not as good as broadswords and spears, no wonder history records that the Zhejiang soldiers were used up by the Jurchens so quickly, and had to fight with the Jurchens hand-to-hand.

Since he came out of the barracks, Ergou's face was like eating a bitter melon, and he never smiled again. He found that since their generals came to their senses, they began to go farther and farther down the road of defeat, and there was a tendency to run to the black.

Walking on the way to Liaoyang Wubei Depot, Ergouzi's face became more and more bitter. He didn't know how much silver he would need to feed the arsenals. He didn't understand his own general, and the gunpowder was not enough, and it wasn't like one of their battalion leaders.

Now the entire Ming army in Liaoyang is short of gunpowder, and it's not just their forward battalion that is short of gunpowder, so they can afford to pay their own money to bribe those vampires!

As he walked, Zhang Dou pondered in his heart how to get out of the bloody battle of the Hunhe River. He was thinking about it when he suddenly heard someone in front of him exclaiming: "The war horse is startled, get out of the way!" ”

Zhang Dou looked up and saw three war horses galloping over from a distance. The speed was so fast that many pedestrians were swayed along the way, causing people on the street to jump for a while.

The three horses galloped back and forth, almost disrupting the entire street. Just in the blink of an eye, he came to a distance of about 100 steps from Zhang Dou, and Zhang Dou wanted to dodge to the side, but he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a child a few years old standing behind him.

This child may have been separated from his family, or he may have been stunned by the galloping war horse, and he stood in place with a rock sugar gourd in one hand at a loss.

Zhang Dou didn't have time to think about it, he shouted to Zhang Ergou behind him: "Take the child aside!" After shouting, he rushed forward at the speed of the three war horses.

His actions drew an exclamation from passers-by! At this moment, Zhang Ergou behind him was in a hurry, and he couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart: General! The war horse is frightened, you just dodge, why do you have to rush up!

What made him even more distressed was that the general also asked him to take the child aside, so that he could not protect the adult. If an adult makes any mistakes, then he can only apologize with death.

Zhang Dou ignored the exclamations of passers-by and Zhang Ergou's complaining gaze, and at this moment he focused all his attention on the three war horses.