Zhu Youjian looked at the legendary famous general. He was not tall, he should be less than the average height of a Ming man, his skin was pale, and he looked like a standard civil official.
It happened that he was known as a commander in the chaotic times of the late Ming Dynasty. His eyes were very direct, he didn't avoid Zhu Youjian at all, just like a strong beam of light in the dark, directly piercing others to chill from the bottom of their hearts. Looking at Zhu Youjian in this way, it seemed a bit rude. But Zhu Youjian didn't care about these details, and Yuan Chonghuan really was a man of no-mindedness and no escapade.
"General Yuan, what kind of soldier is the most effective?"
"Of course it is an army with strict military discipline." Yuan Chonghuan was very disdainful. He was a general who had been on the front line of Liaodong and fought Jiannu with real swords and guns. He was not comparable to the veteran soldiers of the Jingshi. Even Zhu Youjian is just a little famous. If he meets Jiannu, he is afraid that he will not be qualified to lift a quiver.
Zhu Youjian laughed secretly, he was indeed loyal, solitary and upright. No wonder he was jealous of the court ministers. People with this kind of personality have very strong opinions, command and fight battles, but have difficulty getting along with others, especially superiors. They often don't like such defiant generals. It's no wonder that the real Chongzhen killed him.
However, now that I joined Daming, history must have changed. I must protect this unruly general for Daming and give him room for development. He is like Li Yunlong in "Bright Sword". In the chaotic times of the late Ming Dynasty, such a general was especially needed.
"Queue training is to cultivate the discipline of the soldiers. If the queue is well trained, whether it is a military parade or a battlefield, there will be no problem with the discipline of the soldiers."
"His Royal Highness..." Yuan Chonghuan wanted to say something, but Zhu Youjian interrupted him: "There is no need to discuss this issue. You only need to follow the "Soldier Training Manual" and "Soldier Training Outline" to make the soldiers meet the qualified standards. During the training process, you will discover the importance of queue training. If you have time, you are welcome to visit Fenwu Camp. If practice proves that this kind of queue training does not have any benefit in improving the combat effectiveness of soldiers, I will revise the "Training Outline." "Zhu Youjian does not want Ming's army to be deeply imprinted by an officer, or even become an officer's private soldier.
The training of soldiers is not the same as the training of officers. The training of soldiers and the production products of the factory must be streamlined to train large numbers of the same soldiers for Daming. The training of officers, like handicrafts, needs to be hand-made, and the number can be small, but each must have its own characteristics.
"His Royal Highness, the general also disagrees with the training of the soldiers. The soldiers of the general are cavalry, and there is no need to learn the queue." Yuan Chonghuan was just pressed down, and Man Gui appeared again. He is a descendant of the Mongols, and his personality is similar to that of the Mongols. Although Zhu Youjian is a prince, but he is too young, how can he compare with these veterans on the battlefield of Liaodong? I don't know how the Ministry of War considers it.
"General Man, soldiers regard obedience as their bounden duty, including subordinates obeying superiors. Now I am the highest officer of Siwuying, you must obey my decision." Siwuying was originally four independent battalions, all of which belonged to the five army battalions. In the Dudu's Mansion, Li Chunye got a commander and co-knowledge in order for Zhu Youjian to take over the Siwu Camp. There is no commander on the commander, so Zhu Youjian is now the supreme commander of the Siwu Battalion. Man Gui's commanding affair was still sealed by Zhu Youzhen, and of course Zhu Youzhen's subordinates.
"But..." Man Gui wanted to talk about the above. Zhu Youjian also interrupted him. "Not only the Siwu Camp, but all the officers in Daming will study at the military academy, and the content of the study will be the same as the current Siwu Camp training. The content is the same.” In terms of training content, Zhu Youjian will not give in. Yuan Chonghuan, Man Gui and others are excellent generals, but they only have their own characteristics and rely on their own personalities to lead the troops. The soldiers commanded by this method have good combat effectiveness, but the soldiers only recognize the generals in their eyes, and they do not know that there is a court, and it is easy to form a small group.
Zhu Youjian wanted soldiers loyal to the country, so their method of commanding troops could not be extended to all Ming troops. For these generals, what Zhu Youjian wanted was their commanding capabilities and strategic vision. As for soldiers, assembly line production is better.
The meeting was obviously unsuccessful, and Zhu Youjian's military management thought was very different from these liberals in Liaodong. However, several of them have already accepted Zhu Youjian's appointment, which is Zhu Youjian's subordinate. Besides, Zhu Youjian is still a prince, and they have no way to object. "His Royal Highness, the food and beverages are ready to be served, let's take a seat first!" Zu Dashou was the commander of Yaowuying, as the master, seeing that the atmosphere was not right, he was ready to move the battlefield. After speaking, he gave Man Gui and Yuan Chonghuan a knowing smile.
Zhu Youjian also felt that the atmosphere was very different from his own imagination. These generals from Liaodong were not right with him. However, Han people often say that many important decisions are made at the wine table, "the universe is great in wine, and the sun and moon in the cup are long." It seems that if you don't take care of them at the wine table, the military discipline from now on, let alone soldiers, is these commanders, I am afraid it will be difficult to restrain. "Okay, there is General Lao Zu."
The gathering of the civil officials of the Ming Dynasty, or the emperor's banquet, is a divided meal system. Everyone has a dish, a jug, a wine vessel, and a pair of chopsticks. But now it's in a military camp, and the soldiers don't pay attention to civilian officials. As a result, there were two tables, Zhu Youjian, Man Gui, Yuan Chonghuan, Yang Du, Zu Dashou, and the rest of the guards.
"His Majesty is young and can command the Siwu Camp. His subordinates really admire him. Your subordinates respect your Highness." Yuan Chonghuan held a large bowl of water and wine and gestured to Zhu Youjian. Judging by Zhu Youjian's age, I am afraid that it will not be as good as his own drinking age. After this big bowl, the prince, who was very strict just now, may be unstable. Get the first one yourself, or you won't have a chance until Mangui makes a shot.
"General Yuan is from Liaodong, and he is really bold. Okay, this king will drink this cup." Zhu Youzhen did not show any weakness, and went to work with Yuan Chonghuan.
Yang Du, Man Gui, and Zu Dashou also respected Zhu Youjian. After four cups of wine, Zhu Youjian hasn't tasted the food yet. A few bastards, who are soldiers after all, don't have to be so obvious if they want to irritate themselves. Zhu Youjian began to tilt his neck: "Several generals, drink slowly. This king hasn't tasted the craftsmanship of this Yaowuying cupboard!"
"That's, that's. Your Royal Highness, please eat the dishes, and we will drink slowly." Zu Dashou played round the round and drank in Yaowuying, no matter how he counted as the master. At the same time, taking advantage of Zhu Youjian's opportunity to eat vegetables, he exchanged glances with Man Gui and Yuan Chonghuan again.
"We are serving in the Siwu Camp together, that's fate. Come, I'll have a drink together." Zhu Youjian began to shake his head, but the wine in his hand was still safe.
"Okay, let's do it together." Man Gui smiled triumphantly. With the amount of alcohol he leaked from his fingers, he could also knock down the prince who would make a fuss on the palace lady's belly.
The empty wine jars on the ground gradually increased. Man Gui stretched out his big foot and gently stepped on Zu Dashou's foot. Zu Dashou knows: "It's rare to get together with Your Royal Highness, this wine doesn't taste right. Come, let's get distilled wine."
Daming's distilled spirits are already very common, but the price is relatively high because of the extra processes. The alcohol content of distilled spirits has approached the level of later generations.
Zu Dashou filled all five of them with distilled wine. Zhu Youjian picked up the wine first and sniffed in front of his nose: "This wine is good. It is clear and full-bodied, sweet and long-lasting. Come, let's drink together." Zhu Youjian Secretly laughed in my heart, a few bastards, if you want to shame me, let's drink together to see who falls first.
The five had a drink together. Man Gui secretly marveled that the wine had already been drunk quite a bit. Zhu Youjian had already shaken his head and spoke uncomfortably. His face was red enough to match Guan Gong in the temple, but he just didn't fall. It seems that I have to work harder myself: "His Royal Highness, Man Gui admires the literati like the prince the most. I will respect the prince again."
Zhu Youjian couldn't open his eyes anymore, so he had to squint at Man Gui, "I have heard about Man Gui from Xuan Mansion for a long time. He has a straightforward character. How come I learned how to bend around when I got to Liaodong? Why do you always toast me, Don't you want to overwhelm this king?"
"His Royal Highness, how dare we?" Man Gui cracked his big mouth, and his black throat seemed to be able to swallow a whole Mongolian fat sheep. "Come, come, generals, we all drink."
As a result, the five had another drink. These two glasses of distilled wine are half a catty. In addition to the wine that he drank earlier, Yuan Chonghuan, who was born as a literati, was no longer able to do so, and fell to the ground with a "gudong". Fortunately, the soil in the room is relatively soft. If it is replaced with a hard concrete floor, a concussion may be light.
"Go down, go down. You civil officer, still want to fight for wine." Man Guiyue went on behalf of him, and the soldiers who commanded Zu Dashou helped Yuan Chonghuan to rest behind. His language was full of disdain for civil servants. How could it be like what he just said, yes. Literati admire most? However, Zhu Youjian was also dizzy and didn't hear it at all.
There were four people left, who happened to face each other in pairs, and no one would be idle while drinking. After a while, Yang Du also fell. But he fell much gentler than Yuan Chonghuan, did not touch the ground at all, and hit Man Gui's thigh with his head.
"Go, let's be disappointed. It's just such a meeting, and it's down. It's like a general. When on the battlefield, it must be tofu." Man Gui yelled, as if in his heart, a good officer was based on drinking. The greater the amount of alcohol, the stronger the combat effectiveness. If you really want this, you don't need to fight to build slaves. There are so many Han people. If you find a few who drink too much, you can just fight them to death on the wine table.
Man Gui's eyes turned sharply, and suddenly he found out: "His Royal Highness, this drinking is like we Mongolians wrestling. We have to be eliminated one by one before the remaining person can reach the top."
"Ah? Interesting. General Man can still drink... Drink his experience. Come on, drink again, see what General Man has new experience." Zhu Youjian took the lead, and the remaining three continued to drink.
Zu Dashou, who is still a little sane, also has experience, it's not right! Zhu Youjian is still so young, unlike a person who is tested by alcohol, how can he just stay drunk and not fall? "His Royal Highness?"
Zhu Youjian just smiled: "But General Zu is already too strong to drink?"
Man Gui's big mouth immediately sealed Zu Dashou's back path: "Come on, drink. Dashou is definitely not tofu." The soles of the feet stepped on Zu Dashou's feet again. Zu Dashou had to dry the cup, but before the cup was put down, the person went down first and spread it softly on the damp ground. He no longer felt the sound of "grumbling", I am afraid it was just hurting in the heart of his soldiers.
"His Royal Highness, just right, now there are only two of us left, which happens to be the final." Man Gui soon had experience again.
"Okay, drink." At this time, the two of them spoke very concisely, except for drinking, everything was superfluous.
"Again... again... Come on, Highness... Next. I... Surely... No... Will... Lose!" Man Gui couldn't find the wine glass, and was still chattering.
Zhu Youjian said to the soldiers who had been serving next to him: "General Man has not finished drinking yet, please help him." The soldier looked at Zhu Youjian and went up bravely and delivered a full glass of wine to Man Gui's. In the mouth. This glass of wine, because of the repeated twisting of Man Gui's body, spilled at least half of it on the ground, but it was enough. After drinking the last half of Man Gui, he finally leaned on the table and muttered endlessly.
Fighting with brother, brother has drunk the fairy soup of Wuling Mountain, and suffered a night of rain and dew.