Leaving a wasteland in Ningjiang Prefecture for hundreds of miles, tens of thousands of horses camped in camps, these people were dressed in animal skins, armed with scimitars, and their horses were full of looted goods from the south, and their faces were filled with the joy of harvest, which was from the Jurchens in the white water and black mountains. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Their harvest was enough to make their families live a good life for a few years, and most of them were already satisfied with this, and they all returned to their hearts, but the ambitions of the upper echelons were not satisfied, so under the order of the supreme chief, these warriors camped here for a while, and the soldiers pointed directly at the behemoth of blue bricks and cement a hundred miles away.

The soldiers have enjoyed the wine, roasting the snatched meat around the bonfire, the ancient dance stimulates the blood in the chest, from time to time someone leaves with full wine and food, and there are robbed Han women in the tent, the white and tender body is like water, but they have to bear their endless ****. From time to time there was a mournful wail, but it caused the savages to burst into laughter.

"I really don't know what the big boss thinks, since the former leader Lord Aguta led our warriors south, which time has he not avoided the city and plundered deep into the hinterland of the Zhou Kingdom, coming and going like the wind, how fast, but this new leader is targeting the fortified cities of Liangzhou, don't you know that my powerful Jurchen warriors will have no place to use when they reach the high walls of the Han people!" A Jurchen, who was as strong as a bear, took a long sip of the liquor and said in a deep voice, his tone full of unhappiness.

"Zong Bi, you are still young, you must always take a long-term view, the courage of my Jurchen clan is the first in the world, and I am not afraid of the well-equipped Great Zhou Forbidden Army in frontal field battles, how can I succumb to the cold mountains and bad waters, this land of Liaodong, and even the world is the place where my Jurchens can be displayed. This time it was an excellent opportunity, several clans went out to trap the Great Zhou Forbidden Army in Ningjiang and Changchun Prefectures, only to destroy it here, capture the two cities, and the gateway to Liaodong was opened. As for the lost dogs of the Khitan, there is nothing to be afraid of, and the Jurchen warriors will inevitably win the battle, which is the great cause of the founding of the country that the leader of Aguda has wished for all his life. An older-looking Jurchen man said with a smile, his scarred face revealing an unconcealed desire to conquer.

"It's easy to say, it's not easy to say, who doesn't want to make a contribution, but with the city wall as the backing, how can the Zhou people be so easy to defeat?" Zong Bi shook his head, not so optimistic, under the wine, his eyes looking at the bonfire became more and more confused.

In this era, the northern Hu people should have reached the peak of history, the original Great Song Dynasty military was weak, the Khitan, Western Xia, Dajin, and Mongolia rose one after another, and finally destroyed the prosperous Great Song Dynasty almost devastated and decayed, which was really the pain of the Chinese nation.

However, the appearance of Shen Wansan changed history, the British lord Shizong Chai Rong was far superior to Song Zu in terms of ability and bearing, first difficult and then easy to destroy Liao in one fell swoop, and recover Yanyun, so that the Great Zhou had a northern barrier and horse breeding land, not only so that the Great Zhou did not have the troubles of the redundant troops that accumulated many disadvantages of the Great Song Dynasty, but also had a fierce cavalry that could compete with the Hu people. Zhao Kuangyin, on the other hand, was first easy and then difficult, missing the best opportunity to destroy Liao, and the subsequent failures of the Northern Expedition also completely defeated the invincible army in the field since the Zhou Dynasty.

After the founding of the country, Zhao Kuangyin released the military power with a cup of wine, which caused the atmosphere of emphasizing literature and light military force in the two Song Dynasty in one fell swoop, and commanding the army with literati, resulting in the generals not knowing the soldiers and not knowing the generals, which was actually the root cause of the military weakness of the Great Song Dynasty. Although Chai Rong also weakened the military power of Jiangmen, he always attached importance to Jiangmen, and although the Jiangmen forbidden army could not reach the point when the Tang Dynasty, any strong festival made the Hu people flee when they heard the wind, but the foreign war was also more victorious and less losing.

Therefore, although these Jurchens were barbaric, they were far less arrogant than Zhao Qing's world of the same era, and the existence of the Bianbian Forbidden Army made them only covet the Nanren but did not dare to despise them.

Inside the big tent, several big men sat on the ground and talked to each other, which was the leading class of the Jurchen soldiers.

"Hmph, in this way, Chai Yi actually divided his troops to transfer most of the main force to Changchun Prefecture, so isn't this Ningjiang Prefecture City an empty city?" Wanyan Wu Qimai, who was in the top position, said expressionlessly, he was the younger brother of Wanyan Aguta, and the Jurchens had the tradition of being brothers and brothers, so he took over the banner of his brother and became the new leader of the Jurchens.

"How is this possible, Chai Yi has gathered a large number of mercenaries to defend the city, and the strength of Ningjiang Prefecture is even far greater than that of Changchun Prefecture." A middle-aged man chuckled and said, judging by his dress and face, he was actually a Han man.

"Mercenaries? Those rabble are not afraid, there are firearms provided by Mr., and this Ningjiang Prefecture is already determined to win. Wu Qimai smiled, stared at the middle-aged man's eyes narrowed slightly, and said, "I just don't know why Mr. would help us Hu people to attack our compatriots?" "The Han people are not monolithic, he has known for a long time, but it is really unimaginable for him to directly fund the enemy's arms like this, so he has been thinking about whether this is a conspiracy of the Han people.

The middle-aged man always had a smile on his face, and after hearing Wu Qimai's words, his face remained unchanged, and he said: "I'm just a businessman, the righteousness of the country is not worth anything in my eyes, you can bring me greater benefits, that's all." It's the big boss, don't underestimate those mercenaries, as far as I know, some mercenaries are no longer under the Great Zhou Forbidden Army. However, one of the mercenaries defending the city belongs to my Chamber of Commerce, and I will help you attack the city as much as possible when the time comes. ”

Wu Qimai laughed after hearing this, but in his heart he was very disdainful of these people who betrayed their compatriots for money, and said: "Mr. is so thoughtful, there is no reason why the city cannot be broken, but the biggest enemy is Chai Yi's 20,000 forbidden army, I know that you also have dealings with those Khitans, and please ask Mr. to tell them to be sure to drag Chai Yi's men and horses in Changchun Prefecture, otherwise the strong city will be under the enemy, and the Jurchen is afraid that they will have to bear the trust of Mr." ”

"That's nature."

The conspiracy is brewing in the big tent, and Ningjiang Prefecture, which is hundreds of miles away, is still peaceful.

"Arthas lost in the snowy fields of the Far North, wielding the last shred of humanity and raising up the sorrow of frost before the Frozen Throne."

"When he returned to the capital, he was treated like a hero, and his father, the king of that country, celebrated him with great ceremony, but Arthas killed his own father with his own hands in full view, and then brought in the evil enemies of the snowfields and slaughtered his people."

"And so the kingdom that had flourished for a time came to an end."

Zhao Qingtian added supplements and revisions to tell this extremely bloody story, the story is very long, the children have fallen asleep along the edge of the bed, only Chen Ke, who is holding on to sleepiness but has trembling eyelids, and Chen Taoer, who is shocked, insists on listening to this story.

"Why is this happening? How could he swing the butcher's knife at his own people? Chen Tao'er looked at Zhao Qing incredulously, this unbelievable ending made him feel like a stone in his chest, making him almost out of breath.

"Who knows, when people are desperate, they will have all kinds of incomprehensible actions. Hehe, Frozen Throne, it's just an evil soaked in the lust for power and power, it's better to stay away. When the time comes, you go to fight the Great White Bear, and if you accidentally see the Frozen Throne, remember to stay away. Zhao Qing also yawned, shook the drowsy Chen Ke awake, and pointed to the sleeping Zhengxiang children.

Chen Ke rubbed his eyes, and then took these children back to sleep with Zhao Qing, leaving only Chen Tao'er, who was still cranky.

Early the next morning, Xiong Ye transported the materials back, and organized the women and children in the clan to make that kind of brush, and after Zhao Qingxiao set the specifications, he hurried back to the barracks.

Came to the barracks, but did not see Meng Hui, called a guard to ask, it turned out that Meng Hui was still waiting for the ordnance superintendent, Zhao lightly touched his nose, thinking that the processing of more than 400 barrels is indeed not something that can be solved overnight, but the training in the army cannot be delayed, he called a group of soldiers, dragged the cart to the ordnance superintendent, and planned to transport some rifled barrels back for the musket team to train first.

When I came to the Ordnance Supervisor, it was busy, and there were originally many other camp officers and even mercenary leaders who wanted to inquire about the reason for such a big move by the Ordnance Supervisor and the Right Battalion of the Forward, but after Wei Long got angry, they were all dispersed.

After Zhao Qing's report, he came to the backyard workshop, where more than a dozen craftsmen were processing the barrel with black circles under their eyes, and the speed was actually not slower than that of the old craftsmen, and it was obvious that he had done a whole night of mechanical repetition and had already understood the meaning of it.

However, dozens of craftsmen have to process more than 400 barrels, which is obviously not completed in a short period of time, and it is only half of the processing that has been done without sleep, mainly because the old craftsmen of each processed barrel must be strictly inspected, and if they are not done well, they will have to be reprocessed, the efficiency is very low, and Meng Heng, who is overseeing the work on the side, is impatient. Meng Hui also didn't sleep all night, but his spirit was very good, and after observing for a long time, he thought that this seemingly quite simple processing was very easy to use, and several times proposed to Wei Long to give him a spiral rod to let him join the work, but he was turned away, so depressed.

Zhao Qing looked at the old craftsman who was obviously much haggard, and felt a little embarrassed, and his mouth was full of condolences and hard work, but what he was thinking about in his heart was how to get out of the mass production artifact of hydraulic lathes.

There are only about a hundred left, Zhao Qing suggested that Wei Long order, let these craftsmen rest, and the rest will not be too late to come tomorrow, and then dragged more than 300 rifled barrels back to the camp with a board, and there were constant snoopers along the way, but Zhao Qing ordered people to cover these carts with cloth, and there were dozens of unkind-looking forbidden soldiers guarding the carts before and after, and those who were curious had to watch Zhao Qing drag a cart of mysterious things from the weapons prison to leave, and they inquired in private but to no avail, There was some news from the left battalion of the striker, and those things seemed to be related to the roaring youngsters.

Although Zhao Qing and Wei Long had already greeted each other, when he saw that the musket team shooters who were originally unable to hit the target twenty steps away easily hit the target fifty steps away, Meng Hui still couldn't help laughing.

The effective killing range of fifty steps can play a role in the ancient cold weapon battlefield, Meng Hui is really very clear, and he even can't wait to go to the battlefield to test the power of this musket team.

The trajectory of the rifled barrel shot out is much more stable, these shooters who lost face a few days ago suddenly doubled their confidence, the momentum of training also came up, and the hit rate of the target is getting higher and higher, these people are good at shooting, and the shooting talent is at least far above Zhao Qing, and the accuracy of the head is improving very quickly, and even the strong man can hit the target 100 steps away, and most of them can also ensure the hit of a still life within 60 steps.

But the enemy on the battlefield can't stand still and let you shoot, so dynamic shooting training is the top priority, fortunately, the system of practicing bows and arrows in the army is very complete, which can be used in the dynamic shooting training of firearms, and now the old gunpowder reserves of the right battalion are very sufficient, these energetic shooters still want to train, but they were stopped by Zhao Qing.

The reason is that the gap between the thread lines in the barrel has been filled with gunpowder residue, and Xiong Ye's brush tools have not been done yet, so in order not to damage the barrel and affect the accuracy, the training had to be stopped.

The next day, the remaining barrels on the side of the ordnance supervisor had been processed, but only a hundred or so brushes were sent from Master Xiong's side, and there were still too few people in the clan, and it was not easy to make so many in one day, although it was still a little short of Zhao Qing's indicators, but it was barely enough.

On this day, the training of the musket team was no longer mainly about shooting, but about the cooperation of three, mainly training the speed of loading ammunition and cleaning the barrel, maintaining the frequency of firing, and the formation of the entire musket team. For the formation, Zhao Qing was not a professional, so he had to hand it over to Meng Heng for arrangement.

Although Zhao Qing forcibly changed the way of fighting, they accepted it very quickly, and several firing formations that were conducive to fire suppression quickly became proficient under the command of Meng Heng, and the remaining forbidden troops who were not selected for the musket team were also pulled into training. Their main purpose is to protect the musketeers, providing them with a barrier against close enemies. During this period, the formation coordination is very important, and the requirements are much higher than the musket team, they must not only block the enemy, but also can not affect the shooting of the musket team, after all, the fire gun and the bow and arrow are different, the bow and arrow will have an arc, but the shooting of the fire gun is a straight line, which requires a very delicate coordination, otherwise it will hit the muzzle of their own people.

Zhao Qing and Meng Heng stood on the high platform together, looking at the moving and changing formation, he always felt a little strange, the thermal weapons wars he saw in film and television dramas were all people hiding behind the cover of fortifications and shooting, I really haven't seen it like this, after all, in the current tactical thinking, there is no concept of individual combat.

After talking with Meng Hui, Meng Hui said to Zhao Qing that this formation is used for field battles on the plains, but the fortification cover that Zhao Qing said also made Meng Hui's eyes shine, what ravines, sandbags, these whimsical ideas suddenly broadened the thinking of this ancient famous general, and there were naturally these in ancient times, but ravines and the like are used to block horses, and the effect is average.

In fact, these fortifications mentioned by Zhao Qing are all built when both sides have thermal weapons before it is necessary to use, as for now, in addition to his own musket team, where can there be an existence that can be called a firefight with them, so Zhao Qing only mentioned it, time is pressing, Hu Ren doesn't know when it will come, he and Meng Heng didn't mention this to the training schedule, but they didn't expect their own thinking to help a lot soon after.

After several days of training and nearly half of the gunpowder reserves, the musket team of the right battalion of the forward already had considerable thermal weapon combat literacy, which made Zhao Qing and Meng Heng very satisfied, and gave the officers and men of the battalion a day off to rest.

At the same time, the military order from the City Lord's Mansion was sent to the right camp of the forward, and Zhao Qing and Meng Heng hurried towards the City Lord's Mansion.