After listening to Xu Yong's words, Zhou Shixian did not answer first, but fell into deep thought.

When he was convening soldiers, there should be many examples like Wei Xun. His personal martial arts and skills were very good, but he was doubtful about whether this mansion soldier could really win a battle. Such people were eliminated by him at the beginning.

Wei Xun was just the one who dared to say it boldly.

However, with just one victory, such a big change can happen. Wei Xun would rather be embarrassed and would rather kneel at the gate of the camp to admit his mistakes, and want to be elected to the palace again. So, will other people have such thoughts like Wei Xun?

But other people are different from Wei Xun. Wei Xun said that he had made a mistake and now he could admit this mistake. Other people may not even know why they were removed from the beginning. Even if they wanted to admit this mistake, they would not know where to start.

Zhou Shixian figured it out that it was time to conduct another convoy. He could sieve the more than 2,000 people who had been removed again, and there would definitely be different results.

Then he further realized that this impact was not simply a victory, but people made an exaggerated legend about this victory, such as the victory, which was to win with less and run a thousand miles, and the Red Flower Spirit Riding Red Flower Spearmen, which made the image of the Mansion soldiers magical. In this era, everyone was very fond of this.

This is how the myth of Manchurian soldiers was slowly established.

Zhou Shixian thought that it can be seen that the importance of positive propaganda is that if we do not occupy the propaganda position, the enemy will occupy it.

When Xu Yong saw that the prince-consort suddenly stopped talking, he was so dazed that he didn't know what he was thinking. His face changed, sometimes frowned, sometimes smiled, sometimes gritted his teeth, and of course he didn't dare to speak. He looked at Zhuang Yanchao, feeling a little worried.

He didn't know that the prince-consort had already thought of a farther place.

This time, when troops were sent to pacify Liu Zeqing, 110 soldiers were killed. The original 600 auxiliary soldiers could have been converted into regular soldiers after this battle. He also selected three hundred soldiers from the surrendered soldiers in Huai'an and the troops of Chen Wangxin and Zheng Hualong to supplement them, but the number of soldiers in the official army was only 3,000.

Actual combat has proved that this government army can be very combat-effective, but if it is said that it is too exaggerated to rely on three thousand people to conquer the world, so how many people do you need?

It is time to have a clear scale and plan for the establishment of the army.

As for how to build it, there is actually a ready-made example that can be used as a reference.

A common question for later generations is that how can the Eight Banners be won in the end if there are less than 100,000 soldiers?

The answer is simple. Although the Eight Banners are less than 100,000, the Qing army has seven or 800,000.

It means that the core force of less than 100,000 was driven by the Ming army that was almost ten times more surrendered than oneself, and thus annexed the world.

Zhou Shixian thought to some extent, this is quite similar to the struggle between street gangs.

As the boss, he may have martial arts skills and is particularly good at fighting, but if he depends on him to fight alone, he will not be able to bear it. He will hurt one hand today and one foot tomorrow. He will die on the street soon.

Later, he learned his cleverness and conquered a group of younger brothers, asking them to fight in the front, and he supervised the formation in the back, so the effect was much better.

There are three reasons why my younger brothers are willing to follow him.

First, the boss gave the money on time, and there was a bonus if he won.

Second, when you can't beat the other party, the boss will take action to help you turn the situation around and vent your anger.

Third, if you don’t listen to the boss, the boss will come to beat you. If you dare to betray, the boss will come to kill you. You can’t beat the boss, so you can only listen to him obediently.

When I think about it this way, the answer is about to come out. If you want to be the boss, you must have a whip-like army, with the long whip pointing to the scenery of thousands of men, so that you can truly compete with the Qing Dynasty and Dashun.

How many people should this whip be needed?

He calculated in his mind for a while, and felt that less than 30,000 would be possible.

But at present, a 30,000-man army cannot be built or maintained, so is it okay to sell half of it first?

If it is formed around firearms as the core, how about five thousand firearm troops such as musketeers and gunners, five thousand protective and hand-to-hand combat troops such as spearmen, and five thousand bow and spear cavalry?

This time, Johnson Chan bought him the firearms, more than 3,000 Lumi guns, one thousand heavy conveyor guns, and twenty-four regiment cannons, which were equipped with more than 5,000 people.

Unfortunately, there are only 800 flintlock rifles, but it is good that Johnson Chan can find so many. After all, according to him, even the European army is far from being equipped with flintlock rifles.

You can use these 800 flintlock rifles to equip two flintlock rifles with 500 people. First, you can familiarize yourself with the use and playing methods of this gun, accumulate some experience, and it will be nice to change the clothes if you have the conditions in the future.

As soon as the goal of 15,000 people was clear, he immediately discovered an omission of his original plan. It was impossible to accommodate so many people by relying solely on the school camp and the Zhoushan camp. It was not necessary to have a suitable place to continue to build new barracks in the city to fire guns and cannons.

"Xu Yong."

The prince-in-law suddenly spoke, which scared Xu Yong and Zhuang Yanchao.

"Here!" Xu Yong replied quickly.

"That Wei Xun asked Ruichang to take him in."

"Yes! I'll tell him now."

"Don't worry, there is another thing, you can ask Ruichang and Wei Donglai to do it together."

"Yes, please tell the prince!"

"Now there are military camps in the north and east of the city. The west of the city is the river, and only the south of the city is still empty." Zhou Shixian recalled in his mind, and said, "You go out of the city from Tongji Gate to the south. There is a place called Yuhuatai, which has a good terrain."

"Yuhuatai..." Xu Yong repeated it and remembered it in his heart.

"The vicinity should be still empty. If you look for a place, I will set up an extra camp there." Zhou Shixian said, "The place should be big, you should be able to run horses and fire guns."

"No!" Xu Yong replied excitedly, "I'll do it now!"

After seeing Xu Yong away, Zhuang Yanchao was left alone.

"Yan Chao, are you doing something, too?"

"Yes..." Zhuang Yanchao said hesitantly, "It's just a small matter."

Compared with what the prince-consort said just now, Zhuang Yanchao felt that what he was going to say was insignificant, and perhaps he shouldn't have disturbed the prince-consort at all.

"It's okay, just say it."

"This time, Du Guangshao's in-law Yuleshan was seized in Huai'an. In addition to salt, he also did a raw silk business." Zhuang Yanchao said, "A businessman named Wu said that among the seized goods, there were 160 bags of silk that he had placed in the warehouse in Yuleshan, and he cried and asked for mercy to be released."

"Oh, did you let it go?"

"Who will pay attention to him?" Zhuang Yanchao shook his head, "I have never heard of the things seized by the Jinyiwei."

Zhou Shixian didn't say anything, waiting for Zhuang Yanchao's following.

"So yesterday, a fifth-rank official came to me and said that the person surnamed Wu was his fellow villager who borrowed money to do business. If the raw silk cannot be taken back, his family will be destroyed. Let me see if I can give it a favor." Zhuang Yanchao said, "I am not familiar with the affairs of the officialdom in Nanjing. I want to ask the prince consort to give me an idea."

"What fifth-rank official, stretching his hands so long?" Zhou Shixian asked with a frown.

"It turned out to be the magistrate of Bozhou, Fengyang Prefecture, with the surname Song. He had just stepped down and said he was going back to Jiangxi."

"What's Song?"

"Song Yingxing."
Chapter completed!