[Well, I broke my promise again today, only one more, but the weight is still so sufficient, is the reason...... It's a rare slept out. 】

Seeing that it was approaching November, Yongzheng felt that the scene had been done enough, looking at the newspapers in the south, Yinghua had signs of armistice and peace talks with the Dutch and British, he was unwilling to wait any longer, and was ready to go to the camp in Xishan in person, using the review as a stick, to bring this army built by himself to the battlefield.

"Your Majesty, the ministers of the foreign vassals are helpless to say goodbye to you, our king has signed a treaty of friendship with the Nanban, and has also sent an envoy to the Nanban. In this case, if the ministers and others continue to stay here, it will be against the will of the king, and they may even be accused of treason, so they ......"

As soon as the decision was made, a group of Spanish instructors from the Xishan camp submitted their resignation to Yongzheng and gave Yongzheng a slap in the face first. Through the efforts of the two Portuguese ministers, Xiao Xie and An Lu, Spain and Anglo-Chinese also established diplomatic relations based on the Treaty of Lisbon and respected each other's "sovereignty". The training of the army for the Manchus was a serious breach of the treaty, and the Spanish instructor corps headed by Major General Juan regrettably resigned.

"Review ...... Yes, we can wait until the review is done before leaving. ”

Yongzheng was very unhappy, but his understanding of this matter deviated greatly from what Juan and others said. It's just that Yi Di cut off the tribute and lost some face, but he didn't understand that Spain had made Manchurian liquidation into the scope of Anglo-Chinese sovereignty. Without the Spanish instructors, the firearms army would be fighting, and there would be no one to guide them.

But...... It was worth it to be able to use these Spaniards for five or six years, so Yongzheng didn't care about it to a large extent, and just asked the Spanish instructor corps to leave after organizing the review activities.

Then Yongzheng summoned the Manchu and Han generals of the Xishan camp and said very seriously: "I want to see the spirit of this army......

Yongzheng grasped this army very firmly, and set up a firearms battalion training yamen, which was under the control of the minister of military aircraft, and the direct management was a set of Manchu and Han mixed teams, and the positions were all called "firearms battalion training presidents".

Xibao, who was killed by Yongzheng and took the title of county king, is one of the presidents, and there are also the old people of the Yongzheng Domain, Shi Liha, who also led the Manchurian white flag, plus Nalan Xingde's grandson, Nalan Zhandai, the governor of Gubeikou, these three presidents are in charge of the Manchurian firearms battalion.

The Han army firearms battalion also has three presidents, one is the former Guangxi governor Zhang Chaowu, who was captured by the Nanban in the early years and later released to the north, but he is only a counselor and has no right to lead troops. The real power of the Han Army's firearms battalion was held by Zhao Junliang and Yang Kun, both of whom were pulled out of the local green battalion generals and knew the "business" best in the entire Xishan battalion.

"The emperor has raised soldiers for many years, and today is the time to use soldiers, Xishan Jian'er is grateful, and he hates to die for it! The emperor can rest assured, the minions and others have already arranged to review everything! ”

Although Xibao was robbed of his knighthood, he put on a hat of "treating crimes and making meritorious contributions", knowing that he would be of great use, maybe he was the commander of the Xishan battalion. Yongzheng's explanation, he made careful arrangements, and he didn't dare to slack off at all. Naturally, his mouth was even more round, as if the illness and injury turmoil that swept the Xishan camp earlier had never happened.

"The emperor does not care about the distinction between the Manchu and the Han, and he excludes the public opinion, allowing me and other Han soldiers and Han generals to enter the Xishan camp, this kindness is as high as the sky, and our Han army firearms battalion can show its face well in the review, so as to live up to the emperor's expectations."

In the Han army firearms camp, Zhang Chaowu was moved with true feelings and said this to the other two presidents. Yongzheng didn't care that he was the general of the defeated army, a prisoner of the Southern Barbarians, and he was old, and he was still entrusted with important tasks, of course, he wanted to spew out his brains to prove his loyalty. The current review, in his opinion, is not simply a review. ..., "Earlier, there was a lot of injuries and illnesses in the camp, and Lao Zhang suppressed our Han camp, which has left a mark in the emperor's heart." We have already prepared for this review, and we must let the emperor see it, and the world still depends on us Han people to guard it! ”

Zhao Junliang and Yang Kun are both lonely ministers with no background, and they followed Zhang Chaowu to warm up together, seeing that they were going to be of great use, they also gritted their teeth and worked hard.

In contrast, the state of the full battalion is very unbearable, the full battalion goes up to the commander of each battalion, down to the ordinary soldiers, can go through the door and go straight to the king, so he dares to toss the injury and illness turmoil.

Xibao, Shi Liha, and Nalan Zhandai convened the commanders of the battalions to participate in the leadership, mobilized repeatedly, and even secretly patted their chests and promised that as long as the Han military camp was suppressed on the review and the battle really started, they could shrink behind the Han military camp, which made the full camp very energetic, and the injury and illness turmoil also died down.

In late October, the two major Manchu and Han battalions in Xishan burst out with a fiery training climax, which made Yongzheng quite pleased.

On October 28th, the autumn was crisp, Yongzheng Luan drove to Xishan in person, and also brought a large number of princes and important ministers, and a mighty review ceremony was staged.

The Han military camp appeared first, with drums and guns on his shoulders, all of them wrapped in black scarves, brave eyes, cloth shoes and leggings, neat uniforms, and the "soldiers" with white circles and black letters on the back of his chest were particularly eye-catching. A row of thirty people, twenty rows for a small formation, the small array at the head of the drum trumpeter and chess players, more than 600 people gestured, like a person, the phalanx is like an iron plate, swept over the stands, without the slightest looseness, Yongzheng praised: "Good!" Good! This is my Qing soldier! ”

The review consultant on the side, the Spaniard Juan was secretly proud, in the past few years of training, the most trained is to walk in line, can achieve a width of thirty people, a depth of twenty people, and can be so neat, even Europa's army can't do it. Then again, it is also the high obedience of these Chinese in the Han camp that allows their Spanish instructors to rub such results.

"Protection, home, defense, country!"

"Loyalty, Loyalty, Protection, Purity!"

"Swear, destroy, south, barbarian!"

The phalanx passing by sounded a majestic tide, and the Han military camp specially compiled inspiring slogans in the queue in order to show its style.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

And at the end of the slogan, with a more powerful shout, the soldiers' movements are even more impressive. The musket was lowered on the shoulder, raised forward, shook heavily, and then turned around the gun flower, and then returned to the shoulder, a "killing atmosphere" filled the review room, Yongzheng's mind was also aroused by a heroic spirit, and subconsciously applauded, attracting the princes and ministers who came with him to quickly follow.

"Not bad, yes, although it is a little dull, it is more energetic than the usual autumn exercises!"

"This is what the Han people are good at, we are good at riding and shooting, and the emperor insists on pressing the musket, so naturally it is not as good as the Han people."

The princes and ministers were still talking in a low voice, and they thought that Yongzheng's efforts in the Xishan camp seemed to be too much, but now it seems that the momentum of the new firearms army trained by the Spaniards is different.

In the crowd, the senile Zhao Hongcan wept and sighed: "That's how Nanban fights!" Stunned, stunned, walked over, and then a burst of guns, our side was defeated......"

Marseille stroked his injured leg and began to reflect deeply: "The emperor is wise, after so many years, he finally learned the war of the Southern Barbarians, look at this formation, even if it is a city wall, it can be directly collapsed!" ”

The Xishan Battalion had eight Manchu and Han battalions, each battalion was divided into five small battalions, and each small battalion was the battalion establishment of the French and Spanish armies, about five or six hundred people. The Han camp gathered the best hands in the eight battalions and pulled out a whole battalion of 3,000 people, that is, five phalanxes. The first four phalanxes rolled by, and as soon as the fifth phalanx appeared, it immediately caused a commotion in the stands outside the field.

"Bayonet! Bayonet battalion! Our bayonet battalion of the Qing Dynasty! Zhao Hongcan was a little burned, and shouted vigorously towards Yongzheng, Yongzheng smiled reservedly, after all, he knew the goods, and saw the extraordinary kung fu of me.

The soldiers of the first four battalions, with muskets in their hands and single knives hanging from their waists, were the usual image of shotgunslingers, and no one felt that there was anything wrong. And in the phalanx that appeared now, the soldiers did not have a single knife on their waists, but there was a narrow blade on the musket in their hands.

The bayonet, a sharp weapon that terrified the officers and soldiers of the Qing Dynasty, has been fought many times in the Qing Dynasty, and the pressure caused by this thing to the officers and soldiers of the Qing Dynasty is even more severe than that of muskets and artillery. Wuzhou, Guangxi, Chenzhou, Hunan, Changsha, Hunan, the southern barbarians relied on this bayonet, they could shoot from afar, stab at near, and integrate far and near, and one person could be used by three people in the Qing Dynasty. And in the rainy season, the muskets are damp, and the bayonets are the basis for the continuation of the war.

After Yongzheng ascended the throne, he not only set up the Xishan battalion, but also asked the firearms training yamen who managed the Xishan battalion to study and improve the firearms tactics and equipment of the Qing Dynasty. Allowing the officers and soldiers of the Qing Dynasty to also use bayonets was a strategic task for this yamen.

It's a pity that muskets are easy to make, but bayonets are hard to match. The difficulty lies in the bayonets made in the workshop, the accuracy of the guns is different, and the knife and gun are always difficult to integrate. The bayonet is wobbly set on the muzzle of the gun, and it is not easy to shoot, and it is not easy to stab, and in the end it can only go back to the era of waist knives, and when the enemy is near, he throws away the gun and uses the knife.

Yongzheng has lost his temper a few times in this regard, and he can't even solve such a trivial matter?

Looking at the current bayonet phalanx, it seems that part of the problem has been solved, Yongzheng has the bottom of his heart, but he spent a lot of money to secretly smuggle waste bayonets from the south, and make guns according to the bayonets, so that he made up thousands of muskets with bayonets.

The bayonet phalanx rolled by, and as they stepped forward, they shouted "Kill!" Kill! The bayonet also flew up and down with the gun, the sun was reflected, and the cold light was like snow, converging into a flickering sea of knives, so that the stands erupted into a cheer.

"Zhang Zhaoyang and the three of them are really ...... hard"

Zhang Tingyu whispered on the side, and Yongzheng hummed with satisfaction, knowing that Zhang Tingyu was emphasizing the elite and loyalty of the Han army's firearms battalion, and singing praises for his "Manchu and Han family" policy.

There was a roar like a mountain, and the five phalanxes stopped in front of the stage, and then there was a shout that went straight to the sky, and three thousand voices were stacked together, like giants, shaking the heavens and the earth.

"Emperor, Shang, Hong, Fu!"

"Big, clear, eternal, solid!"

This is the flower work of the Han military camp, in fact, it is also a routine homework. In previous years, during the autumn drills in Beijing, the officers and soldiers would shout long live in a different way, but now the Han military camp is so neat and vigorous, and the momentum is really extraordinary.

It's just three thousand tigers, and the battle is something Yongzheng has never seen before, and the heat is stirring in his heart, and he suddenly feels that he has suffered for so many years, and he has endured it for so many years, and it is worth it.

There was a choked sound in the stands, it was a group of Hanchen who was in tears, and Zhang Tingyu also muttered: "The hearts of my people in the Qing Dynasty are ......stable after all."

Han Chen was moved by the might of the Han camp, but the Manchu ministers smacked their lips, scratched their noses, and even said: "It's okay, it's okay, I finally read the court, the emperor's ......"

Then the Manchu ministers became excited, the Han camp withdrew, and the Manying appeared.

The temperature began to drop, and even Yongzheng's face gradually turned cold, the full camp was also the size of five small battalions and one large battalion of 3,000 people, and the clothes were much brighter than those of the Han battalion, but the neatness of the queue was too bad.

But when all five squares were pulled out, the scene in the field suddenly changed, colorful and dizzying.

Rows of squatting or kneeling, stretching out like waves, muskets pointing forward, as if they were really facing the enemy on the battlefield. After one phalanx is moved, the next phalanx is connected, like a rolling dragon, and it seems that they are all about to leap into the sky.

"Fish and dragons...... Attaboy! This is the unique skill of the cavalry battalion in the past, and now the whole camp can be used in the musket array, this is a decisive battle! ..., Zhao Hongcan slapped hard, and everyone else applauded, Yongzheng didn't understand much, he thought there was something wrong, but the "experts" were all admiring, and the flush that had faded from his face rose again.

After the fish and dragon stacked the waves, another drum and trumpet sounded in unison, and the five phalanxes were scattered like ant colonies, each phalanx split into five small arrays, and the twenty-five small arrays were like heavenly maidens scattering flowers, and the muzzles of the guns were like forests, pointing in all directions.

Marseille did not fall behind, and hurriedly explained: "Become so fast! These four unifications and five elements array are the best at dealing with the besieging enemy, and the enemy army is several times better than me, and it will also hit the head and bleed! ”

This formation Yongzheng is familiar, in the "Nine Into Ten Links" of the autumn exercise in the past, there is such a one, but at that time it was a knife brand bow and spear, and now the full camp actually uses the old formation on the musket, and the power must be extraordinary. These formations are all passed down by the ancestors, no, the ancestors of the Han people, and they have their own mysteries.

Thinking that Nanban is a horizontal formation, straight to the bottom, where to understand so many formations, Yongzheng Xin said, grass is grass is grass and reckless, for the wisdom of the ancestors of the Han people, it is ironclad to suffer.

Yongzheng didn't notice that on the side of the stands, the Spanish instructors looked at each other.

"Is it a full camp or a circus?"

"How does it feel like you're on stage?"

"Shame...... It's an absolute shame! It turns out that we are not training the army, but a singing and dancing troupe! ”

Juan and the others had crimson cheeks, and they shrank into the shadows very tacitly, for fear that someone would see them. The camp on the field is working hard to perform various formations, back and forth, shuttling uncertainly, and the rhythm of the drum has become undulating.

Applause and applause almost lifted the red silk shed of the stands, and behind Yongzheng, Hongli was even more red, leaning forward and backwards, and shouting: "Reward!" Enjoy! "I forgot that this was a barracks, and they came to inspect it.

Yongzheng already felt that something was wrong, and was about to say something, when a gong sounded, and three thousand people were like one person, and at the same time turned to the stands, pushing the gold mountain and inverting the jade pillar, holding the gun in one hand, pulling the braid with the other, stretching the arm, three thousand braids, and the tail of the braid was still tied with a red silk knot, and they flew up together, pulled out three thousand high-spirited arcs, and then wrapped them back around their necks.

The color and rhythm of that moment are like jade beads falling on the plate, which makes people's hearts tremble.

"Long live the emperor, long live, long live!"

"Ten thousand years, ten thousand years, ten thousand years!"

In the end, three thousand voices gathered into one voice again, different from the mountain cry of the Han camp, the shouts of the full camp were smooth and smooth, like countless pebbles rubbing in the small river in the heart, almost melting the heart, indescribably clear and hearty.

Yongzheng was also provoked to stand up, and he opened his mouth to shout, but he temporarily got up and rushed to his voice in one breath, and he didn't know what to shout.

In a flash, Yongzheng returned to more than ten years ago, and became the fourth elder brother who was worried about state affairs, cynical, known as the cold-faced prince, but with a pot of charcoal in his heart.

Yongzheng raised his arms and shouted: "Brothers, hard work!" ”

This must be a victorious army, it will definitely bring him good news, Yongzheng has never been so confident, so he is also extremely proud, this is a large army built by his own hands, and the officers and soldiers are his good sons. He subconsciously shouted such a sentence as the coach.

The silence suddenly enveloped the review room, and then Marseille, Zhao Hongcan, Zhang Tingyu and others, who had woken up, took a few steps back, knelt down towards Yongzheng, and said in unison: "Slaves...... Don't dare to be! ”

The officers and soldiers in the field did not know how to respond, and with the demonstration of the princes and important ministers, they all came to their senses, Xibao and others shouted at the full camp in front of the field, Zhang Chaowu and others greeted the Han camp lined up behind the field, and six or seven thousand people knelt down in unison, and issued the most powerful shout since the review.

"Minions...... Don't dare to be! ”

Yongzheng laughed, the courtiers laughed, the monarchs and ministers had a big heart, this review made the masters and slaves more intimate, all of them were one, and they hated the same enemy.

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