Fenwuying has returned to the capital in batches, and now one cavalry guard and two infantry guards are full. Zhu Youjian is the commander of Fenwuying, but the training of Fenwuying is on the right track, and he does not need to spend much time. He was worried about the other three battalions, especially the Yaowu Camp of Zu Dashou, the Xianwu Camp of Yuan Chonghuan, and the Cavalry Guards of Mangui. These commanders from the front line of Liaodong could do everything.
The special forces are now officially Zhu Youjian's personal guards. Wang Mujiu often follows Zhu Youjian himself. Even Xu Yingyuan has to ask him for instructions if he wants to see Zhu Youjian.
This morning, Zhu You checked out the camp of Fenwuying and went to inspect other camps. The first stop was the Yaowu camp of Zu Dashou.
Zu Dashou was leading the training queue of soldiers, and the personal soldiers suddenly came to report: "General, the letter to the king is down." Zu Dashou turned his head and saw that there were more than a hundred cavalry soldiers, almost reaching the gate of the camp.
All of the more than one hundred soldiers wore bright light armors with dark purple robes over the armor. The first person was also a light armor, but was covered with a white robe. It was the Da Mingxin King Zhu Youjian.
Zu Dashou took a few steps out of the camp, flicked his robe, and knelt outside the camp gate: "Subordinates, see His Royal Highness!"
"Get up!" Zhu Youjian stretched out his hand to help, "Dashou, how about the soldiers? Can you adapt to the new training intensity?"
"Back to your Highness, the soldiers are okay. It's just..." Zu Dashou hesitated.
"Just how? Are the soldiers not subject to general orders?" It was the first time that Zhu Youjian came to see Yaowu camp for training.
"There is no problem with the physical skills training of the soldiers, but in the training of your Royal Highness, many soldiers are confused." Zu Dashou has a particular headache. These soldiers are basically illiterate and have difficulty distinguishing between the left and right. They often turn wrong during training.
Practice is the only criterion for testing truth. Zhu Youjian remembered the words of the old man again. The old man is really amazing. Not only the literature, calligraphy, political methods, and philosophical thinking are outstanding, but the military thinking is unprecedented. I don't know how the old man talked about these combinations.
Song Huizong Zhao Ji was quite accomplished in calligraphy and painting, and he founded the "Skinny Gold Body", but died in the Kingdom of Jin in the Northern Song Dynasty; Li Yu liked to write a lyrics and compose a song, so he lost the Southern Tang Dynasty. But the old people have achieved so many results, but they are still shocked to establish a new country. Without the guidance of the old man, he really didn't know how to train soldiers.
It doesn't matter if the soldiers are not used to it now, as long as the problem is discovered, there is always a solution.
"Dashou, you try to train specifically to turn left and then to turn right." After repeated repetitions, it may be a good way to gradually form a conditioned reflex in the soldier's brain.
"Yes, Your Highness. Your subordinates must do so." Zu Dashou bowed again to salute Zhu Youjian.
"Dashou, don’t be too restrictive. I’m just here to see that you are responsible for the training of the soldiers on weekdays." Zhu Youjian was amused. This ancestor Dashou was also the head of the Liaodong Army. A small general would dare Slightly compete with the Ji Liao Jing. Why did he become like a little daughter-in-law when he arrived at Yaowu Camp.
"Yes, Your Highness." Zu Dashou was still serious. Who would dare to challenge you to believe in the king? Last time, I had agreed with Yuan Chonghuan and Man Gui that I would pour Zhu Youzhen out and give this young prince a disagreement. Who knows that Zhu Youjian didn't fall. The three of them, and Yang Du, who accompanied the wine, all pour one after another. The ground fell so full, but Zhu Youzhen was all right.
Later, after thinking about it, I felt wrong. Zhu Youjian was drunk tomorrow morning. It seemed that if he put a little more effort, he would get down. As a result, they worked hard. Not only did they fail to overwhelm Zhu Youzhen, but instead they would irritate themselves one by one. fall down.
Could this be Zhu Youjian's premeditated plan? But the three of them were also temporarily relying on their eyes to reach a tacit understanding, how did Zhu Youzhen know? Could it be that Zhu Youzhen is ignoring the prophet
It is better not to play with such a person, and to be honest, at least until Zhu Youjian's diorama is undressed.
Since you are willing to be polite, I can't accept it. Zhu Youjian had a few more conversations with Zu Dashou, and took Wang Mujiu and others to leave Yaowu Camp for inspections.
Yang is all on duty, and he may not be good at fighting, but with Zhu Youjian's manual and outline, Yang Du is meticulous in training. He had long heard about Zhu Youjian’s training in the Fenwu Camp, so he dared not be sloppy about any detail; Yuan Chonghuan was a civil servant and had read a lot of books, so when training soldiers, he often thought of using different methods to achieve this. Same purpose. The soldiers they trained were slightly ahead of Zu Dashou.
The last one that Zhu Youjian inspected was Man Gui's cavalry. Man Guizheng brought more than 10,000 cavalry soldiers to train horse racing in the field, with the goal of improving the soldiers' ability to control horses.
Zhu Youjian didn't alarm Man Gui, he quietly watched the training soldiers outside the field. Their original foundation was too poor, and some soldiers were promoted directly from infantry to cavalry, so Man Gui is still training their foundation. I don't know if Mangui, who is straightforward and irritable, has the patience to keep practicing.
Man Gui finally found Zhu Youjian, and more than a hundred people were standing outside the training ground, unless Man Gui was blind. He handed over the training to his subordinates and hurried over to see Zhu Youjian, "I have seen His Royal Highness Xinwang." Man Gui knelt down on one leg and performed a standard military salute.
"General Man, don't be polite, get up quickly!" Zhu Youjian jumped off the horse and stood side by side with Man Gui. "General Man, how are these soldiers?"
"His Royal Highness, these soldiers are simply tofu. Let them go to the battlefield and build slaves to disperse them in a single charge. They also stay in the capital to scare and frighten the virtuous people." Man Gui didn't care about Zhu Youjian's face. Big mouth is not just for eating.
"General Man, because they lack horses, they don't have the ability to build slaves. I can't blame them. Now that you have horses and the training of you, a frontline general in Liaodong, I believe their level will improve very quickly." Zhu Youjian knew that the skills of cavalry could not be developed in a day or two. Jian slaves had been living on horseback since they were young, and only then have they developed the skills of riding and shooting for a lifetime. The Han people have no such living habits at all, and it is basically impossible to reach the level of building slaves in large numbers.
But the cavalry of the Han people must have a beginning. Singled out is not an opponent to build slaves. It doesn’t matter. The population of the Han is dozens of times as large as the building of slaves. As long as the strategy of consumption is used, the building of slaves will not consume the Hans. Moreover, there are still Hans. With firearms, as long as the advantage of the Han is used, Zhu Youjian believes that defeating the establishment of slaves is not a dream.
"His Royal Highness, if you want these soldiers to be qualified and let them go to the battlefield to defeat Jiannu, it would be better to let Jiannu die in the mountains and forests." Man Gui glanced contemptuously at the soldiers who were training, his eyes were more than that of Chinese men's football. It's weird to win the World Cup.
"General Man, are the soldiers of these four battalions of the same level?" Zhu Youjian thought. The cavalry in Fenwu Camp has been trained for several months, and should have a better foundation than the other three battalions, but I don’t know if they can get into Mangui’s Dharma Eye. .
"Huh? Your Highness, the cavalry of Fenwu Camp is much higher than the other three battalions. I don't know how many years they have trained?" After Zhu Youjian prompted, Man Gui remembered that the cavalry of Fenwu Camp was indeed much higher. . The cavalry of the fourth battalion is now independent, and they have not dispersed, so Man Gui still has an impression.
"How many years? Guess it." Zhu Youjian chuckled lightly, and Zhu Youzhen's confidence was even stronger to be appreciated by Mangui, a descendant of Mongolian.
"Look at their level, it's at least three years!" Man Gui has been in the field for many years, and he still knows the level of Han cavalry.
"To be precise, it is three months. If they are given three years, they will be able to fight Jiannu desperately on the battlefield." Zhu Youjian ignored Man Gui's big eyes, and seemed to be narrating his opinions and he had nothing to do with him. Relationship matters.
"His Royal Highness, it's really only three months? Is it trained in this way?" How can Man Gui not believe that this Han can surpass the Mongols in riding skills? Even the Mongolians, from the beginning of contact with horses, will never reach this level for three months.
"It's true. General Man, if you train according to this method, they will reach this level after three months." Zhu Youjian's training method is not to teach students according to their aptitude, not to be different from person to person, but to mass production, regardless of Anyone who is trained in the same way, although there are individual differences, will reach a certain level as a whole. And the very few soldiers who fail to meet the standards should be eliminated.
"His Royal Highness is saying that after three months, the humble position can train them to the current level of Fenwuying?" Man Gui's eyes turned sharply, as if he was considering how many possibilities Zhu Youjian's answer was.
"Of course, as long as you insist on training like this every day. I will come again when the time comes. If the goal is reached, I will invite you to drink." Zhu Youjianyun is calm and gentle, he believes in Man Gui's ability, a person who has fought with Jiannu, Of course know what kind of cavalry is needed.
"His Royal Highness, don't drink alcohol!" Man Gui immediately cried her face, like being burned by a snake and being bitten by water. His eyes were bigger than Sydney, but now there is only a thin line wrinkled and his waist. He bowed down, and if it were not for the crowds, he could not wait to kneel and beg for mercy: "The humble job is like a dead dog, lying on the bed for two days."
"Haha, haha. It's an anecdote that General Man is still afraid of alcohol." Zhu Youjian, Dale, fighting against brother, is brother comparable to you ordinary people? Zhu Youzhen didn't look down on the soldiers, but Mangui's good wine and drinking are well-known in Liaodong. Now he is afraid of this, Zhu Youzhen is in a good mood.
"His Royal Highness, to be honest, did His Highness use anything that night?" Man Gui was not reconciled. He had no rivals in Liaodong for his drinking. How could he be defeated by the underage King of Letters? He must have done something, either he poured the wine out of his sight, or he had drunk some panacea beforehand.
Zhu Youjian really had a panacea, but this panacea is not a human thing, and Man Gui can't explain it clearly. "General Man, or else he will have a drink next time, General Man will arrange a body search first to see if I can do anything about it?"
"His Royal Highness, I'm still exempt. Next time I drink, I will only be responsible for pouring the wine." Man Gui was frightened by Zhu Youjian on the project he was best at, and he no longer had the courage to fight with Zhu Youjian.