Li Zhifu used to be a scholar, and he discussed military affairs with his discerning general Meng Yishan.

Seeing the drill of the Ming army today, my blood is boiling.

This prefect hated to carry a three-foot sword, chased the death to the north, led the army to sweep away Warat, and rescued the emperor.

As for how to settle the emperor when he returns? Master Li thinks it's best to let Jinshang continue to reign, and it's best to become the emperor when he comes back.

The lack of his prefect is all from the current Jingtai ascending the throne and eliminating the old party, so he is naturally a little biased in his heart.

Wu Chang stood in front of him, looking at the guards he had trained, as calm as a rock in the heart of the river, and he was silent with his sword.

Lao Meng occupied the best position on the viewing platform, pacing left and right, observing his thousand harrier soldiers, which was not very good-looking!

Even if there is Yan Ji to supervise the whole training, after all, the time is too short, and the formation is really inferior to the honor guards and some well-trained battalions.

In front of the dead ghost horse general soldier is to rely on the family to ride suddenly, kill the enemy's head, and then let the harrier soldiers fall into battle, and then the army covers and kills, the formation map? What formation?

These Polai soldiers are also unconvinced, if they are based on the experience of fighting with the Yunnan barbarians and dodging poisonous arrows and earth cannons, the standing line should be very scattered, and the swarm of ants is so close, then the fucking people will not let people fight one by one.

The most important thing is that there are too few people, and the drill will not show the appearance of 3,000 people rolling in smoke and dust, covering the sun and the sky.

In the school field, the drums and horns are in the sky, and the momentum is strong. Thousands of troops are all in red robes.

The red-jacketed foot soldiers in the front row, after stepping out of a crane wing, stood still one after another, began to take off the three-eyed firearm on their backs, began to charge, aim, and shoot at a target on a distant earthen rampart!

The smoke of gunpowder is filled with thunder!

"True Heavenly Soldiers!" The soldiered clerk's face turned red and he praised loudly.

The prince Zhu Pan also cared more about musket shooting.

Today, Dabi is said to have tried firing the general's cannon, but Zhu Zhanlongtuo's blessing of the rebel son Zhu Ju has already been eaten and seen, and he knows that the artillery is powerful.

This exercise is exempted, for fear that an undercover servant will turn the cannon to the general.

Athletes must be fast horses, and fast horses must be athletes.

The horse army was also cooperating with the advance of the foot soldiers, and the horses ran hard under the urging of their masters, urging the horses to be like dragons and neighing.

The cavalry took off their soft bows as they galloped, and shot at the grass targets a hundred paces away.

Snatch! Snatch! Immediately shot into a pile of grass hedgehogs.

The horse-made Lu is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt!

Under the guidance of the two-wing war horses, the foot soldiers transformed into a sharp arrow array, and layers of red waves surged.

Attack, constant attack.

"I'm a great winner!" Governor Li's heart was boiling, and he muttered to himself, but he was ashamed to shout.

King Yi turned around silently and said to Xi Wang Fu'er, the chief teacher of the palace standing behind him: "This king's pro-army has practiced well in coordinated combat, and you and Wu Chang are worthy of praise." ”

Wang Fu'er lowered his tall body and whispered to King Yi, who was sitting in front: "If you haven't been trained in war, it's okay." ”

He is the chief instructor responsible for training the martial arts of the guards and pro-army, but whether an army can form a formation still depends on the main general.

The main general Wu Chang trained his troops, and he was in accordance with the standards of elite soldiers, and the only flaw was that he had not been in battle.

King Yi's four guards, the Honor Guard Division is the most precious one, only the middle guard has shed blood to clear Shaolin, but Wu Chang and the officers of Weizhong feel that this blood is unnecessary.

The soldiers are mighty, the spears pick up the daylight, the crowds are crowded, and the flags are hunting and fluttering.

Thousands of troops entered the drawing.

On the high platform of the army, a painter in a small hat in Tsing Yi sat on the side of the red snail charcoal stove, splashing ink, doing "the winter exercise of the Luoyang army on the ninth day of the first month." ”

The painter is brewing to depict the military formation of ten thousand troops as one and with great momentum, and he must also grasp the appearance of the nobles on the high platform, especially King Yi, Chitose.

I made sketches one by one in my mind. didn't let go of Lao Meng Nasao's very wrapped armor, it looked too distinct, and it was destined to consume more paint in the future.

The painter observed the expressions of the adults on the stage, ready to highlight the features and polish them.

The prince, the prince, several civil ministers, and the military generals under the ranks, everyone was elated, but it highlighted a person's incompatibility.

A white-faced and beardless middle-aged man, dressed in green clothes and plain clothes, stood on the side of King Yi, silently watching the army on the field clashing and attacking.

"This army will not succeed!" The prince wanted to close his eyes almost in pain, no matter how noisy these tens of thousands of troops were, they could not compare to the more than 200,000 Beijing battalions on the Tumu Fort.

Not to mention the emperor who was also plundered first, the Hubu Shangshu, the Bingbu Shangshu, several counts, the British Duke Zhang Fu, and the eldest princess's husband Ma Jingyuan, all died on the soil mountain.

He didn't even want to remember his father. The celebrant seals Wang Zhen, the king companion of the emperor's trust.

Wang He felt that this Luoyang army was not capable of fighting Wara, so he invited the Emperor Taishang back!

There is nowhere to burn in my heart, and I think about it, lose that mother! Can't beat Warat, can't you beat the Ming capital that you can't do now?

Wang He wanted to tell King Yi afterwards that he would speed up the collection of the military power of the imperial court guard near Luoyang, and if something happened, he would have to coerce half of Henan's army.

The opportunity is rare, and it is best to launch an offensive before the ten regiments and battalions of the imperial court are successfully organized. hit him with a black tiger and caught him off guard.

It was already two o'clock in the morning, and the legs and feet of many civil and military officials who were watching the battle were a little trembling, and the weather was cold, so they had to stomp their feet there.

Knock on the hearts of the people! Boom! Boom! The marching drums finally stopped for a while.

The 40,000-strong army returned to their own formation, stood in place and rested for a while, and the heavens and the earth were quiet.

The envoy of the Yiwang Mansion consulted for a moment with the officials of Bingbeidao and Henan Dusi, and then called a group of soldiers down to give orders.

"Sergeants in the army, each of them will be given a horse of cloth, a pound of cotton, eight taels, and two buckets of rice."

The tsunami-like thanksgiving, everyone put on their helmets and armor, and worked hard to participate in this year-end exercise, not for a little rice.

The average soldier's family gets a month's salary, that is, seven or eight buckets of rice. The commander of the army is more black-hearted, there is not enough food at all, and he has to go out to dig wild vegetables in the spring.

"There should only be eight buckets of rice in my life, and I am not satisfied with the rise when I go all over the world"

Except for the nine sides, the guards are almost the same everywhere.

Not to mention winter clothes and cotton, charcoal in the snow.

The armies were rewarded today, and naturally they felt that the adults on the stage were good.

The four guards directly under King Yi are also average, but Zhu Pan, the son of the world, walked down in person to replace King Yi's army.

Liu Zongbing felt that Shizi really took off his pants and farted excessively.

He Liu Junmen is so mixed that he doesn't dare to go down to the labor army, don't you embarrass my old Liu when you go?

"Brother Meng will help the elder brother one more time and go over together?"

Lao Meng's armor of more than 90 catties was worn on his body, but it was very light, he turned his neck and tightened his armor.

"Brother, I'm afraid that Wu Chang will ambush a killer in the army and stab me."

[My health has not been good in the past two days, and it has been slower, so I'll see if I can write more tomorrow.] This kind of climactic plot is actually best written in one sitting. 】