"Bang Bang!" The crisp sound of flint and anvil clashing sounded.

Along with the impact, a string of sparks fell into the priming room.

However, because the primer chamber and the chamber of the gun were not loaded with ammunition, they did not fire.

Qin Yuliang's eyes lit up and asked, "Is this the self-generated fire gun offered by Bi Maokang?" ”

"Yes, it's a self-inflicted firebolt, but it's now called a flintlock pistol." Chongzhen did not deny it.

"This is a sharp weapon, and the old minister was fortunate to see Bi Maokang demonstrate it back then." Qin Liangyu said happily, "It is more convenient and faster than the bird gun and the Lumi gun, and it is not afraid of rain and fog, but the cost seems to be quite expensive." ”

"It's really expensive." Chongzhen said, "The cost of the bird gun is only nine yuan, and the cost of the Lu Mi gun is only one or two and one yuan, but the cost of the flintlock pistol and bayonet is two or five dollars." ”

Qin Liangyu shook his head when he heard this, two or five dollars? It's also too expensive.

"Second team!" The female general waved her waist knife and was about to signal the second team of female soldiers to step forward, but Chongzhen coughed lightly, if she didn't interrupt Li Xiangjun again, she could continue to train.

Wang Chengen wasted no time in stepping forward and shouted: "The Holy Lord has arrived." ”

Li Xiangjun looked back when he heard this, and when he saw that it was really Chongzhen, he hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

"The ministers came to the aid of Li Xiangjun, the general of Xuzhou, and asked the saint to Jin'an." Li Xiangjun paid a grand salute.

"Get up." Chongzhen shook his hands, and said with a smile, "Li Xiangjun, haven't you always wanted to see Old General Qin?" This one is the Optimus Prime of our Ming Dynasty, Qin Liangyu and Qin Lao General. ”

"Old General Qin?" Li Xiangjun's beautiful eyes lit up instantly.

What a beauty, Qin Liangyu also praised in his heart.

It is said that Sichuan Huguang produces beauties, but there are few such beauties in Sichuan Huguang.

Li Xiangjun was stunned for a moment, and then bowed down to Qin Liangyu and said, "The last general, Li Xiangjun, meet the old general Qin." ”

"General Li, please get up." Qin Liangyu stepped forward and picked up Li Xiangjun, and said, "Old man, you are quite disciplined when you just practiced the army, like Qi Shaobao's new book on performance?" ”

"Old General Qin, it is the new book of performance."

Chongzhen interjected: "Not only the women's barracks, but the entire new army is trained according to Qi Shaobao's new performance book. ”

Qin Liangyu sighed: "The saint said that the old minister is the Ming Dynasty Optimus Prime, the old minister is really ashamed, only Qi Shaobao is really my Ming Dynasty Optimus Prime, although Qi Shaobao is no longer there, but the new book of performance he wrote is still enough to create a strong army for my Ming Dynasty!" ”

Chongzhen said solemnly: "Qi Shaobao is of course the Ming Dynasty Optimus Prime, General Qin is also my Ming Dynasty Optimus Prime, and he is also a living Optimus Prime, General Li, General Qin has a unique insight into the way of military training, and he is not even under Qi Shaobao, otherwise it is impossible to train a brave and good white pole soldier, you must learn more from her." ”

The second half of Chongzhen's sentence was deliberately said to Li Xiangjun, and his concern was beyond words.

Qin Liangyu is over the age of old, and he tasted the deep meaning at once, and said to Li Xiangjun: "If General Li does not give up, the old man is willing to teach him with his life's work." ”

"The teacher is above, please accept the disciple's worship."

Li Xiangjun is also smart, and immediately knelt on the ground to pay respects.

"Good boy, get up." Qin Liangyu stepped forward and picked up Li Xiangjun.

Seeing that Li Xiangjun worshipped Qin Liangyu as his teacher, Chongzhen happily chanted: "Learn the Xichuan Eight Formations, and the mandarin duck holds the talisman in his sleeve." Women are willing to accept it, why should heroes be husbands. ”

Li Xiangjun looked at it with some surprise.

The Holy One can still write poetry?

……

In the following two months, the Tusi of western Hunan and Hubei rushed to Wuchang one after another.

By mid-May, there were more than 30 large and small Tusi in western Hunan and Hubei who had led troops to Wuchang to gather.

In fact, almost all the large and small Tusi in the entire western Hunan and Hubei provinces came, and the reason was very simple, because the imperial court promised them enough benefits, in addition to one tael of silver per Ding per month plus five buckets of rice per Ding per month, they would also be rewarded according to the number of Ding after the Shadingzhou Rebellion was pacified.

This is truly an unprecedented treat.

And when people arrive in Wuchang, they will support it for two months!

Now all the toasts in western Hunan and Hubei are here.

And bring all the native soldiers who can be brought.

Among them, there are three big Tusi kings, namely Shi Nan Xuanfu Division, Baojing Xuanfu Division and Yongshun Xuanfu Division, and each Tusi King has more than a dozen small Tusi under him.

However, the relationship between the king of the big toast and the small toast is not strictly subordinate, the independence is higher, some similar to the relationship between Zhou Tianzi and the princes and countries, the contradictions between the small toasts are mediated by the big toast, and the big toast can also recruit the local soldiers of the small toast to participate in the war when the big toast wants to use troops abroad, but the military and political financial power of the small toast is not under the control of the big toast.

There are more than 30 large and small toasts, many of which have more than 10,000 soldiers, and few hundreds, and all of them add up to more than 100,000 native soldiers, which can be said to be pouring out.

Chongzhen treats all the Tusi equally, as long as he comes to Wuchang by edict, he will first pay two months' military food and salary, and then allocate the military camp left in Wuchang Town before to be properly settled.

The military camp left in Wuchang Town was enough to garrison 200,000 people.

It was more than enough to house more than 100,000 Tusi soldiers.

The Ariake generation has never gathered so many native soldiers at once.

So many local soldiers gathered in Wuchang Mansion, and they came from more than 30 Tusi, which inevitably caused trouble, so since these local soldiers gathered in Wuchang Mansion, picking quarrels and provoking troubles and fighting happened almost every day.

However, it was limited to picking quarrels and provoking troubles and fighting, and did not escalate into burning, killing, looting, or weapon fighting.

However, the scale of the brawl has a tendency to expand, and it has gradually expanded from the initial scale of dozens of people to the scale of several hundred, and once the number of brawls exceeds 1,000 people, I am afraid that the fight will be inevitable.

Especially the toast who already had a feud has been very stiff with each other.

If it weren't for the pressure of the three Tusi kings, I'm afraid that a weapon fight would have broken out long ago.

But the three toast kings gradually also have a tendency to be unable to suppress the fighting.

However, what is puzzling is that Chongzhen has turned a deaf ear to all this.

……

At this time, Chongzhen was at the Wuchang wharf to receive the Suifa gun that had just been sent from Nanjing.

"High companionship." Chongzhen held a flintlock pistol in his hand, looked left and right, and then asked, "How many batches of flintlock pistols are from the Daming Arsenal?" ”

Gao Qiqian said: "Long live the lord, this is the ninth batch." ”

"Ninth batch." Chongzhen said, "So you already have nine thousand flintlock pistols?" ”

"Long live the lord, not nine thousand, but eleven thousand." Gao Qiqian said, "The Tobe Arsenal and a dozen other arsenals also sent two thousand flintlock pistols. ”

Chongzhen said quietly: "Eleven thousand flintlock pistols are still a little insufficient. ”

As he was talking, Zhu Cijiong walked over with a dark face and said, "Father, just now, the native soldiers of the Yongshun Xuanfu Division's Raja Dongsi made trouble again, and injured several small traders who set up stalls outside the barracks. ”

"Trouble again?" Chongzhen asked while loading his bullets, "Did you kill anyone?" ”

"Not really." Zhu Cijiong shook his head and said, "Father, you can't let these native soldiers come anymore, otherwise sooner or later there will be a bigger disaster, and next time you may really kill someone." ”

Chongzhen was noncommittal, turned his head and asked Xu Yingwei: "Xu Yingwei, do you think what King Ding said is reasonable?" ”

"Of course, what His Royal Highness Dingwang said is not wrong, these native soldiers are uneducated, afraid of power and not virtuous, if they can't be strictly controlled, sooner or later there will be a bigger disaster." Xu Yingwei first followed Zhu Cijiong's words to affirm, and then changed his words and continued, "But if you want to control these native soldiers, you have to find a suitable opportunity." ”

"Huh?" Zhu Cijiong fell into deep thought when he heard this, "Xu Xiucai, what do you mean is that if we take care of them now, they may not be convinced, so we must first find an opportunity to kill their prestige and let them know the strength of the new army, so that they will obediently obey the laws of the imperial court?" ”

"Jiong'er, you are wrong, not necessarily, but for sure." Chongzhen said in a deep voice, "Now reach out to restrain them, then it will definitely arouse their dissatisfaction, and if you manage them ruthlessly, maybe they will go home directly, what will you do then?" Do you want to arrest them and kill them? If you really want to kill, more than 30 Tusi are afraid that they will be completely reversed overnight, and then let's stop thinking about pacifying the Shadingzhou Rebellion, or think about how to pacify the Tusi Rebellion in western Hubei and Xiangxi. ”

"Well, then Erchen understands." Zhu Cijiong said, "That's why my father will connive at the local soldiers to make trouble and fight, only the local soldiers are really not like talking, the situation is out of control, at this time, the court will decisively dispatch a new army, and suppress it in one fell swoop with a thunderous force, so that the intention of the demonstration can be achieved, and it will not arouse the common hatred of the other Tusi." ”

"Jiong'er, you're wrong again." Chongzhen said, "It is not I who connived at the local soldiers to cause trouble and fight, but those toasts. ”

"Huh?" Zhu Cijiong said with a blank face, "But Erchen didn't see those toasts conniving at the fights of the native soldiers, but they often saw the big and small toasts mediating the brawls between the native soldiers." ”

"But what happened?" Chongzhen asked rhetorically, "Is the brawl getting more and more intense?" ”

Zhu Cijiong scratched his head and said: "The brawl is getting more and more intense, but that's because those toasts are not capable enough, if this is replaced by the father, the conflict will definitely be easily resolved." ”

"Those big and small toasts can easily resolve conflicts." Chongzhen said coldly, "But they didn't, and they even secretly contributed to the trouble, Jiong'er, you are too young to see through, but they can't fool me." ”

"But......" Zhu Cijiong still didn't believe it, "why did those toasts do this?" ”

"Because of the silver, because of the precious grain." Chongzhen said, "Only by provoking the conflict between the native soldiers and letting the local soldiers' attention be diverted to the brawls and vendettas between the tribes, the native soldiers will ignore the enslavement and exploitation of the Tusi, otherwise the spearhead of the native soldiers should be aimed at the Tusi on their heads." ”

[Note: Soil soldiers, dirt of soil, not soldiers]

(End of chapter)