"If a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools."
Mrs.
Qian muttered softly, and Yang Chengzu nodded, "That's what I say, but in war, the most important thing is discipline and obedience.
Thousands of people are like one person, if Use your arms and fingers to do whatever you ask them to do.
This is far more important than any equipment.
Of course, well-disciplined troops carry firearms.
The combat effectiveness will be better, but right now, they are comparing the white lotus thieves hiding among the refugees.
The existing firearms in the palace are enough.
Besides, the current firearms are the same in terms of power and quality.
The operation is still complicated, so everyone focuses on the firearm.
When the weapon fails, something bad will happen. " "What you said is quite new.
The Ming Dynasty's firecrackers are indeed not very useful.
However, Ning Fan has made some powerful firearms.
I also got a batch of them through the door this time and have sent them to you.
It’s all over, just a little help.”
Those who came to Huguang to purchase military rations, apart from the imperial court's quartermasters, were naturally the quartermasters of Prince Ning.
Compared with the imperial court, rebels like Prince Ning had greater demand for supplies, and the prices they offered were more generous.
In fact, the biggest customer of Zhang Sizong and Mrs.
Qian was Prince Ning's military supply station.
The difference is that Zhang Sizong wanted money, while Mrs.
Qian wanted things.
"Firearms are, of course, a good thing, but the premise is that soldiers must have courage.
If they encounter an enemy, they just want to shoot from a distance.
When the enemy is close, they just want to run away, no matter how good they are.
Firearms are of no use to us.
The troops must be far away with blunderbuss and close enough to attack with a knife, then they can be regarded as good soldiers.
There are more than a hundred big thunder cannons in the palace now, although they are not very good.
But it’s enough to deal with this kind of enemy.”
"When it comes to fighting, some people think it's about comparing someone with better weapons or more soldiers.
This idea is not necessarily wrong, but it ignores a premise, that is, comparing people.
War is not about fighting, not about who is stronger.
Whoever is more skilled in martial arts will definitely win.
When thousands of troops come over, no martial arts or strength will be of any use, so no matter what gang or sect they are, they will all be destroyed when they encounter them.
When it comes to relying on cunning tactics, most of the time it's just words.
On the battlefield, these things can only be regarded as auxiliary, not the foundation.
What really counts is discipline, organization, and morale.
As long as everyone can neither run nor escape, and grit his teeth and fight tooth and nail even if he cannot win, then he is a good soldier.
If he thinks about running even if there is no battle, and thinks that if he does not run away, his comrades will run away, no matter what.
They have no use for any weapons."
"Have you trained to be such a good soldier?"
"It's hard to say, after all, the training time is short, not to mention that I actually don't know how to train soldiers.
It's just to catch a duck, I can do as much as I can.
But has Mrs.
Qian heard this joke?
Once, two people went to the forest.
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Exploring and ended up meeting a bear.”
In the back garden of the palace, Yang Chengzu and Mrs.
Qian walked side by side, telling cold jokes from later generations.
The situation was obviously critical, but he was still able to make Mrs.
Qian smile, showing her teeth.
In the corner of the garden, a small fireman in Tsing Yi with delicate features was secretly looking this way.
There are hundreds of eunuchs in the palace, and a small fireman cannot attract anyone's attention.
The fireman watched secretly, with a slight twitch in the corner of his mouth, and murmured in his heart: "Giving rewards and filial piety is a sure-win strategy for mourning soldiers.
Soldiers like this now will dare to rush over and fight against the Mongols even if they are facing them.
Come on, Shi Jinliang looks better this time."
A pair of beautiful big eyes glanced around, "It's such a big palace, with so many people's blessings and anointing.
If they were all in the hands of the Holy Cult, a lot of things could be done.
I want to see who is the winner in this round."
It’s the winner.”
Zhao Yaoniang, Hao Qingqing and other martial arts women were all neatly dressed, holding bows, arrows and slingshots in their hands, and were on high alert in their small courtyard.
All the female guards at home were also mobilized, arranging their weapons and armor, and quietly waiting for their master's orders.
Mrs.
Liu was invited by Concubine Jiang.
The two women had very different statuses, but they were very close to each other.
The more the two talked, the more speculative they became.
Princess Jiang ordered: "Invite Mrs.
Fan here so that we can get to know each other.
If Mrs.
Liu has any difficulties here in the future, just come to the Ai family."
Over at the alchemy room, the copper coin in Tao Zhongwen's hand held several hexagrams in succession, but the results of each hexagram were contradictory and conflicting with each other.
Angrily, he threw away the copper coin and said, "Sure enough, what the ancestor said is right.
When something happens, the only one who can make the decision is yourself."
A Taoist boy who served him asked: "Master, why don't we pack our luggage?
Didn't you say that if the fortune is unfavorable, we will have to pack our bags?"
"What the hell are you?"
Tao Zhongwen slapped the disciple on the head with a whisk in a very ungraceful manner.
"Here we have food and drink.
We will be used as gods to support you.
If you leave here, you will still have a good life."
He looked again Outside the window, "There is chaos everywhere now, and there are fifty thousand soldiers from Ning Fan outside."
As for the army, there is no place for peace.
Just like what Yang Yizheng said to me a few days ago, there is no room for a quiet alchemy furnace in Huguang today.
Let's just take a good look at the situation.
The Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty protects Anlu from chaos."
In the inner palace, the maids and eunuchs were discussing something nervously, and some palace servants, under the leadership of the eunuchs, held weapons in their hands and put armors on their bodies.
In the outer courtyard, those heroes did not have many rules.
They took whetstones and polished their weapons by the well water.
Some of them closed their eyes and adjusted their breathing, trying to keep themselves in peak condition.
The ceremonial soldiers were sitting there quietly, with their armors on and their weapons at hand.
They were sitting around in a battle formation.
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Once a war broke out, they could get up as quickly as possible to meet the enemy.
Other soldiers filled large wooden barrels with gunpowder, not knowing what they were preparing.
Someone shouted, "It's time to shoot the gun, it's time to use the gun.
Mrs.
Qian donated a batch of fast guns.
Let's shoot them and learn how to use them."
Outside the Anlu Prefecture Yamen, the Anlu Camp has completed basic mobilization.
In addition to the soldiers who have returned to their respective families, there are now more than 5,000 people in the Anlu Camp.
The purpose of forming this battalion head was mainly to provide relief, but it was just a disguised form of service in lieu of relief.
Therefore, the establishment was not very consistent with the current Ming Dynasty battalion system, and there were surprisingly many soldiers and horses.
More than 5,000 troops were originally stationed in various parts of Anlu.
The refugees besieged the Yamen.
Wantong sent people to break out and risk their lives to mobilize the troops to suppress them.
The order in the hand of the messenger was stamped with the seal of the state government, but these officers looked at me and I looked at you, with the same expression on their faces: indifference.
Anbangtai strode in from outside, only to see that in addition to the officers, there was a young man he didn't know in the camp.
He was very strong and had dark skin, not much different from an ordinary country farmer.
There are many refugees in Anlu City, and many of them can't find a way to eat.
There are always people in the camp who introduce their relatives to the camp just for food, so there is a lot of turnover among people, and there are people they don't know.
People are perfectly normal.
However, it is a bit abnormal for such a person to appear in the camp.
Anbangtai frowned: "Who is he?
What is he doing here?
Let him out quickly.
What did you do?
It took so long, why don't you go and suppress him quickly?"
If Mr.
Zhizhou makes a mistake, who can take the responsibility?"
He is a military guard officer.
He was transferred to the Anlu Camp as a staff general on a loan basis.
He is the nominal supreme commander of this battalion.
If something unexpected happened to Wantong because of the lack of reinforcements, he would be the first to be involved, so don't blame him for being anxious.
The dark-skinned man didn't even have an official uniform on him, so he didn't have the right to speak here, or even to attend.
However, these officers did not say a word.
Instead, he asked with a sneer: "What method of suppression should we use this time at Anlu Camp?
How many more refugees will be beheaded and how many old, weak, women and children will be killed?"
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