Inside the tent, there is a rough map.

The east and west ends of the map are tied to sticks with ropes, and the ends of the sticks are supported by two newly cut branches.

The base of the branch is deeply rooted in the earth.

It's so simple when you're out on the march.

Yang Chengying put the paper on the ground and traced the route with a brush.

It's a draft.

Make sure it's okay and copy it on the map.

Yes, the map is actually incomplete, with a large blank space on the right.

Yang Chengying drew what he saw and heard on the map as a road map for future reclamation.

Since he is from modern times, he knows a lot about the situation in the Northeast in his mind, so he saves a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Draw the settlements as if you were going straight to the point, and draw a map of the power of each tribe.

"King, drink ginger soup to warm up."

Zu Zepei brought in a few bowls of ginger soup on a tray, one bowl for each person in the tent.

"Put it there and drink it when I'm done."

Yang Chengying didn't raise his head and pointed to his Maza.

"Yes." Zu Zepei obeyed the order, but said again: "But, the king! If you leave it for a long time, it will be cold. ”

Yang Chengying raised his head at this time, glanced at him, put down the pen and paper, and took the ginger soup.

The army marched, and the control of fire was very strict.

Houjin caused a forest fire because of his lax fire control, burning several cattle to death.

Besides, it's freezing and it's not easy to cook a bowl of ginger soup.

Sonny held the ginger soup and looked at the map: "King, what you marked on the map, how is the number of cattle in the Horqin Department not quite right?" ”

For Niu Lu, who was surrendered by Houjin and then co-opted, Sony remembers it clearly.

"By the way, it means that I made a mistake." Yang Chengying said with a smile.

"Why is that?" Sonny looked up at him.

Yang Chengying said: "If I remember correctly, there are several ethnic groups in the Horqin tribe that are not from Mongolian origin, and their living habits are very different from those of the Horqin tribe. ”

Sony remembered and hurriedly said, "Yes, there are about 10,000 people in total." ”

Rending refers to an adult man who is capable of serving in the military.

More than 10,000 adult men, especially in the Northeast, was not a small number in ancient times.

Yang Chengying said with a smile: "With so many people, they should no longer live in the Horqin Department, they should be set out, and they should be organized separately to gather the people, and let them go to the frontier." ”

"The king's trick is clever, but he is afraid that the Horqin Department will not donate it."

Sony was a little worried.

Rending, that is the lifeblood of the tribe.

"It's up to man, maybe God will help me make it up."

Yang Chengying said mysteriously.

For Yang Chengying's management, some Horqin Mongols were not satisfied and even defected.

Yang Chengying will probably be able to realize his ideas by borrowing the topic again.

"King, is that country called 'Tsarist Russia' very powerful? The king seems to be arranging in advance everywhere, just to target him. ”

Sonny frowned slightly, feeling that the king was taking the enemy too seriously.

Looking at the world, who is still the king's opponent.

Yang Chengying gave a little thumb and said, "In terms of strength, this is this now." But he's more than those tribes in our north, and it's this again! ”

In the end, he replaced it with a thumbs-up.

"From ancient times to the present, he is essentially the law of the jungle, and once he succeeds in reaching my north, he will continue to harass my northern border."

Yang Chengying said: "The number is not large, about hundreds, but it is well-trained. You fight with a large army, and you can't get food. So, instead of waiting for them to buzz like flies, I'll go to them. ”

It is true that it is better to fight abroad than to fight well at home.

Don't wait for the enemy to come to your door, you pick up your arms again, then it's too late.

Suddenly, a burst of gunfire rang out outside the tent.

Bang bang bang......

Then, there was a cheer.

It should have hit the prey, Yang Chengying thought to himself.

Most of the Northeast is undeveloped and infested with wild animals.

It's not unusual to hit your prey.

Just after Yang Chengying drank the ginger soup, Zu Zepei came in with a happy face: "King, go and take a look, Wang Fuchen hit a big bear." ”

"Really? I'll take a look. Yang Chengying put down the bowl and walked out of the big tent.

He was not amazed because he hit the bear, but wanted to see the power of the Minne bullet and whether Wang Fuchen's marksmanship had improved.

The entire barracks were set up on the side of the Ai River (Dongliao River), and the river flowed quietly.

By the river, surrounded by a group of soldiers, they were all admiring the bear brought by Wang Fuchen.

When Yang Chengying arrived, they automatically made a way for Yang Chengying to come to the bear.

After checking the wound, Yang Chengying looked up at Wang Fuchen, who was proud, "I let you practice marksmanship for so long, and you actually fired more than a dozen shots before killing Xiong." ”

"King, your subordinates are very stupid, please give your subordinates a little more time."

Wang Fuchen hurriedly restrained his smile.

Yang Chengying asked, "What about Cao Bianjiao!" ”

"He's gone to get a knife, and he's going to cut the bear open and eat it." Wang Fuchen replied.

"Leave this matter to the cook, you go and call Cao Bianjiao and go out with me."

Yang Chengying said with a straight face.

"Yes." Wang Fuchen didn't dare to slack off, so he ran away.

Someone had already seen Wang Fuchen's gun red, and when he walked away, he said to Yang Chengying: "King, his gun is really strong, when can we have one." ”

As soon as the soldier spoke, the other soldiers chimed in.

They used to advocate mounted archery, but when they saw the gun in Wang Fuchen's hand, they immediately changed their minds.

And they were surprised to find that when Wang Fuchen fired, there was very little black smoke.

So they were thinking that they were worthy of being the king's guards, and the guns they were equipped with were good.

This thought made my heart itch.

Yang Chengying said with a smile: "This gun is an experimental product, and there are not many of them. In the future, there will be more powerful guns, which will be equipped for you to use at that time. ”

"Okay." Everyone's face was full of anticipation.

The principle of emphasizing scientific research over equipment is an important experience that Yang Chengying learned in his previous life.

At present, the firearms in the Liaodong Army are still mainly bird guns, plus some flintlock pistols and firing guns.

A small part of the cavalry was armed with short-barreled flintlock pistols, which were used to suppress fire during dogfights.

This time, the cavalry carried a short-barreled flintlock pistol on their backs.

The black powder was used, and the amount was large and full.

In front of the firearms, the companion of the Qierji was directly broken because he had no armor.

On the one hand, because of financial resources, in the absence of stable maintenance, mass production will only cause waste.

The problem of a rusty barrel alone is enough to give many people a headache.

On the other hand, with the development of technology, especially the development of basic industrial technology. The rear-loading gun that reached the level of World War I was the highlight of equipment production.

The most important thing is the issue of bullets.

The metal cartridge shell is not technically up to it, so we have to wait a little longer.

Wait until better materials such as steel and copper come out, and then develop them.

Just thinking about it, Cao Bianjiao and Wang Fuchen came.

They carried guns and appeared in front of Yang Chengying.

"Dordor, Sonny, come with me to the river."

"Yes." "Got it."