It was getting bright, and Li Mingxun woke up from the couch. The lights swayed gently in the leaking room. The lanterns hanging outside the window floated slightly, leaving a dancing black shadow on the bright paper in the window. Li Mingxun looked dazed. The black shadow seemed to have become a villain, ready to move. Li Mingxun instinctively clamped his legs and rolled up. A cold feeling came. He woke up a little, looked at the black shadow and breathed a sigh of relief.

In the past few days, Li Mingxun was bullied by the woman and felt a little bit of a shadow in his heart.

"Come, come." Li Mingxun shouted with his boots. Wu Mu walked in. Li Mingxun said, "Carry it out and go to the schoolyard. It's a whisper. Don't wake up the aunt, otherwise it won't stop."

Li Mingxun cleaned up a little, ate some food randomly, quietly left the yard like a thief, rode an ordinary Mongolian horse and headed out of the city. His originally tall and majestic Andalusian war horse had long been stolen.

It was the cold spring time. The old crows on the tree shrank their necks and looked around with vigilance. They were suddenly awakened by a group of cavalry riding horses. The wings were boiling, and they shouted and left the dead tree. There were more than 200 cavalrymen, galloping all the way. The horses under their crotch were sweating and the white fog were boiling. Although the cavalry were all dressed in the same style, their dress was really different. Most of them were short and solid. The heads exposed in the air had shaved in the middle, leaving only the hair on both sides. Some people were just left with a thigh on their necks. The hairstyles were mostly similar to those of the Hu people outside the border. These people were very riding. The horses were moving on the rugged road, taking steps, following the terrain, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, while the cavalry swayed rhythmically on the horse's back. They rode the horse for a long time, but they were not tired at all. Instead, they became more and more excited and whistled from time to time.

Li Mingxun stood on the hills on horseback, watching the elite cavalry under the banner of the club whistling by, like tigers and horses, and couldn't help but exclaim: "These barbarians can really fight, it's really true."

Wu Mu, who was standing aside, smiled and said, "What the master said is that these cavalry were carefully selected by Lord Bahai from various divisions in the East China Sea. Although our East China Sea tribes are not born on horseback like the Mongols, they are not unfamiliar with horses. The Han people you paired with were also carefully found by the governor. Many of them were originally Liao cavalry."

"Don't mention the former governor, a hypocritical and slanderous Taoist scholar, and a stolen bad water. When did I get this angry?" Li Mingxun said angrily.

The two were talking, and only a sound of excitement came from the hills.

"Li Mingxun, Li Mingxun, why don't you call me Miss?"

Li Mingxun looked back and saw a young man in white coming from the hills to control his horse. The war horse under his crotch was very majestic, and it was more than two palms taller than the Mongolian horse. In comparison, the horse under Li Mingxun's crotch was simply a donkey. However, the good horse was originally Li Mingxun's mount, but was snatched away by the guy disguised as a man.

For Li Mingxun, Zeng Ying's granddaughter, the fake young man who shouted to Li Mingxun all day long, is a beautiful trouble. This girl named Zeng Shuyi is completely sorry for her name. She doesn't like Hongzhuang and armed, and she is too curious and energetic, and is always in trouble.

When Wu Mu saw Zeng Shuyi coming, he whispered to Li Mingxun: "Actually, Lord Zeng is not as unbearable as you said. At least he has arranged a few hundred good horses for us and helped recruit four or five hundred elite riders. Hehe, he also gave you such a handsome lady of a good match. After all, you have taken advantage of it."

"Why are you calling you? Are you kicking the door into your boudoir? Do you want to see the sun shining your butt?" Li Mingxun glared at Wu Mu, turned around and said unhappy to Zeng Shuyi who had arrived at the hillside.

"Shameless thing, let me deal with you sooner or later." Zeng Shuyi spat.

After getting rid of the exquisite flintlock pistols, gorgeous telescopes and horses from Li Mingxun, Zeng Shuyi no longer saw him and Li Mingxun was about to kill him, but the impossible misunderstanding was also put on hold in his heart. Zeng Shuyi didn't know where he got an observer's sign and got into the military camp of the club.

Li Mingxun was also helpless for Zeng Shuyi. He just didn't want this girl to delay too much. The most urgent thing now is to form a cavalry that can be used for combat before the Donglu returned to Liaodong. For the community, the least need to consider is equipment. All kinds of armored and armoured bows and arrows are complete, and those that are missing can be allocated. Cavalry is not difficult. Bahai will lead a thousand people to come, and many people can be selected from the two camps. In addition, locally recruited elite cavalry and guards, it is nothing. The barbarians outside the frontier also have riding and shooting skills, at least not inferior to the Donglu. However, the most difficult one is war horses.

You should know that it is not possible to be able to handle the responsibility of a war horse by pulling a horse at will. The way of training a military household to get a horse next year is obviously unable to cultivate qualified war horses. The Mongolians and Manchus outside the side walls do not have much advantage. They also raise a group of horses together and mating at will, selecting strong ones from them. There is no blood system and standard specifications at all. It is just that raising horses in the Central Plains is to seize food from people's mouths, and it is much more convenient outside the side walls. Therefore, under the tight financial situation, the Ming cavalry is becoming less and less as good as their opponents.

Nowadays, the club has insufficient capacity. Even if the cavalry from the Yongning Chief Executive District is equipped with war horses, the club still needs to prepare horses in large quantities in Denglai. In the eyes of the rigorous Li Mingxun, this matter cannot be careless.

Most of the war horses in the Ming army were Mongolian horses or subspecies of Mongolian horses. They were not as tall, weight and weight-bearing ability as compared to Andalusian war horses. Of course, the base camp was located in the alpine horse farm in the Central Mountains of Taiwan, and they were bred with mixed-blood horses from India and southern horses. After all, their main battlefields were in the humid and hot South and Southeast Asia. However, Mongolian horses also had their advantages, such as rough feeding resistance and sufficient endurance, which was not comparable to European horses.

Of course, it is too late to train war horses now, and Li Mingxun can only ask people to choose from the existing war horses. Because the standards are too high, the selection range includes the seizure of war profits, the troops under the governor's yamen, and even directly purchased.

In fact, the level of war horses in Li Mingxun's hands has far exceeded that of other cavalry in the Ming Dynasty, and is even no less than the average level of the Donglu. However, when the general level of war horses in East Asia is generally low, it is not considered an advantage. Most of the war horses obtained by the club have a shoulder height of less than 1.3 meters and a weight of between 24 and 27 kilograms, which means that their weight-bearing capacity will not exceed 70 kilograms.

(The weight of horses is loaded, loaded and dragged. Only the first two are discussed for war horses. Cavalry combat use is more important than the load. The load load is higher than the load. Carrying means a soldier wearing armor and holding a weapon to ride.)

This type of war horse is the level of most war horses in East Asia and the average level of Mongolian horses. However, the capacity of 70 kilograms is really embarrassing, which can hardly make the cavalry wear armor. Therefore, in the hands of cavalry, this type of war horse can only be used as a horse preparation, exerting its capacity to carry loads and carry weights, and fighting with the cavalry.

The carefully selected Mongolian horse has a shoulder height of about 1.35 meters and a weight of about 340 kilograms, and its load capacity reaches about 90 kilograms. This means that a soldier with a height of about 1.6 meters can also wear armor in addition to his own weight, baggage, bows and arrows and sabers, which can meet the needs of light cavalry with projection as the main combat method.

Of course, taller and stronger Mongolian horses can also be used to form heavy cavalry. The core main force of the Mongolian cavalry that traverses the Eurasian continent in history was heavy cavalry, but for the community, it was no longer necessary.

In the selection of cavalry in the club, the heavy cavalry in the plan should be as tall and powerful as possible. Due to the capacity of the mount, the light cavalry must be limited in height. Fortunately, the Jurchen cavalry, the main force of the cavalry in the club, are generally short and solid, so they have higher redundancy in the selection of protective gear and weapons.

This temporary cavalry is all equipped with protective gear. The most common ones are cotton armor or cloth armor and iron helmets. The standard weapon is a saber. This saber is imitated by the club's ordnance based on the Central Asian Chaksh long sword. This type of saber is about 90 cm long, with a thick back and wide blade. The tip of the knife is like a leaf. A blood groove occupies more than half of the length of the blade. The arc-shaped blade is elegant and fierce. The handle of the knife is filled with lead to balance the center of gravity. This makes it easy to run on the shaking war horse. The power of the saber is extremely powerful. The cavalry gallops by and can easily cut half of a person's body. Therefore, it is loved by cavalry once it enters the army. The hilt and scabbard are decorated with brass, which is very gorgeous, so many officers will also find a way to get it.

In addition to armor, iron helmets and sabers are standard equipment, Li Mingxun did not make rigid regulations on the selection of other weapons. Jurchen style spear throwing spears commonly used by the Mongols. In the selection of main projection weapons, cavalry was divided into two types. One was Jurchen cavalry and archers who were mainly not collected at night. This type of cavalry was skilled in bows and horses, and immediately fired left and right, which was very powerful. However, this was a skill that required years of practice. The main purpose of the consul's guards and recruiting cavalry was to form hunting cavalry. They did not have the skill of riding and shooting skills, but had skillful horse skills. The main weapon was muskets. Because the club did not have large-scale mass production flintlock machines, the flintlock machines produced were largely misappropriated by flintlock pistols equipped by officers, so only the consul's guards had flintlock muskets, and the rest were mainly flintlock guns.

Li Mingxun saw the cavalry team's field training and returned to the military camp to deal with the organization of the mixed cavalry battalion. He lists various data in the table on his desk, and embodies each team of the cavalry battalion on the table. Li Mingxun kept writing and painting, devoted himself to it, and his face gradually became solemn.

Although the cavalry he was planning was already considered elite in East Asia, the huge gap in strength with the Eastern Lu was not technical, and armored equipment could be eliminated. Li Mingxun must be cautious and cautious, seriously and seriously, adding even a slight weight of victory to future wars.

"Are you very unconfidence?" A voice suddenly woke up Li Mingxun. He raised his head and saw Zeng Shuyi's puzzled face. The girl was lying on a corner of the table. She seemed to have been looking at her for a long time.

Li Mingxun has been with her for a while and has never seen her so seriously. She simply nodded but was speechless.

"In fact, everyone's abilities are limited, and all we can do is do our best." Zeng Shuyi said seriously.

Li Mingxun looked at the solemn face, but something about her flashed in her head. As Zeng Ying's granddaughter and a family of officials, she should have had a very popular life trajectory. She received a good education since she was a child, and then became a famous lady. She married a scholar of a good family at the right age. However, the war changed everything. When she was twelve years old, the thief passed through Zeng's hometown Jiangxi, and her parents died of war. It was also from that time that her life changed.

In fact, war has changed the fate of many people. Some people join the army, while others live in seclusion. How many people in troubled times cannot help themselves?

"This is a man's business." Lee Mingxun said.

Zeng Shuyi's face changed slightly, as if she was angry, and seemed to have some other thoughts. She paused for a moment and said, "I am so disappointed with you."

After saying that, Zeng Shuyi turned around and left. Seeing her slender back gradually fading away, Li Mingxun shrugged helplessly and muttered: "So what, what does it matter if you are disappointed or not?"

"Master, Miss Zeng is different from ordinary Ming women." Wu Mu suddenly said.

Lee Mingxun smiled and asked, "What's the difference? Is it because she can ride a horse or likes to dress up as a man?"

Wu Mu thought about it and said, "No, it doesn't mean that. I feel that she is not an ordinary woman. I think she wants to be a woman like Mandu Sea."

Li Mingxun was shocked when he heard this. The Mandu Sea was also a famous figure among the Mongolians. At the critical moment of Mongolia's division, he supported the Mongolian Khan, married him, and led him to fight against the east and west, defeated the powerful enemy, and made Dayan Khan a successful woman. He was a hero among women and a female hero.

"Dreams are one thing, reality is another, but I found that you are quite sensitive to women." Li Mingxun said with a smile.

"Master, don't you want her to be your Manduhai? I find that you don't hate her, and she's very beautiful." Umu asked.
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