"I inspected the camp alone and found that the generals in the army had a huge difference in abilities. There were several who fought bravely and had excellent martial arts skills, but they only cared about showing off their own courage, only knowing how to practice martial arts, and knowing nothing about leading troops and managing the army."

After listening, Liu Bowen turned his head and said, "Since the Song Dynasty, it is better to emphasize literature than military affairs. Killing enemies is not as good as a few words in the court. Literature looks down on warriors, and martial artists are too lazy to read long-lasting articles.

There are too few people who can be civil and military, and such generals who lead troops to fight are very valuable."

"There are many small factions in the army who are very dissatisfied with the orders and do not pay attention to firearms. After fighting with the Yuan thieves on weekdays, they just drink and eat meat to talk about women. There is no such thing as the Shenwu Army. The Ming army is the destiny of heaven. Mr. Liu went down to arrange it and asked for a lecture after gathering."

Zhu Biao planned to brainwash them first and wash away their laziness and disunity.

Liu Bowen arranged an afternoon lecture, but Zhu Biao was not idle either. He asked Zhu Di and Li Dabangzi to replace the old military flag with the newly made Ming military flag, and prepared a lot of war drums.

As the sun sets, the Ming army flag is roaring in the wind, and more than a dozen big drums are neatly placed around the martial arts training ground.

Xu Da stood not far away and watched the scene and said to Xu Miaowei: "Why don't Dad go? Do you know the reason?"

"Dad, how can I know what you mean?"

"Assist." Xu Da said two words and went back to the big account: "Tell me if there is any progress."

Xu Miaowei nodded.

...

"Did you see the big flag? This is a symbol of the Ming Dynasty. If the people are there, the flag is there, and the Ming Dynasty flag will never fall.

One chopstick is hard to break, ten chopsticks are endless. Standing here today, we only have one name, the Ming army, and only one common goal, the Northern Yuan Dynasty!

Don’t do anything to send or send other gangs, fish in the south and horses in the north. Today, you must unify your goals. Have you recorded them?"

The generals said, "I've written it down."

"As these days, I saw that my brothers were practicing formations. From tomorrow, we will start a new drill, called the Daming Special War Training. Only by practicing more practical combat can we quickly find experience in fighting.

To achieve unified goals, unified commands, and practice unification.

Gu will divide you into two teams and conduct drills. If you win, eat braised pork and white steamed buns. If you lose, you will give Gu a steamed bun to drink vegetable soup.”

Zhu Biao's voice was powerful, and Naren could hear it clearly in the iron cage. She thought the Prince of the Ming Dynasty was very terrifying.

Like a wooden stick that made her restless.

...

"If you are like what Your Highness said in the martial arts training ground, practice troops from time to time, they will be integrated and only be commanded by one general. It is a bit dangerous to control them in the future." Liu Bowen said frankly and bluntly: "Since ancient times, differentiating military power has been your must-do."

Zhu Biao knew what Liu Bowen meant. He was afraid that someone would master the elite soldiers and train them would develop into usurping power and seizing the throne.

"Mr. Liu is kind to the point of being Gu understands that Gu intends to select ten outstanding generals, train them, and then let them train specifically. They can first set up ten large camps with five hundred people as a battalion to train their ability to fight, reconnaissance, and confront the enemy.

When the generals leading troops fight, they play a role in the battlefield when encountering emergencies. Not everything must be taken in person and handed over to others.

In addition, even if the general is suddenly lost in the battle, the soldiers can cooperate according to the situation on the battlefield at that time." Zhu Biao said.

Liu Bowen understood what he meant: "This changed the saying that capturing the king first to capture the thief. Even if the general is out of command, he can fight according to his ability to adapt."

"That's about that," Zhu Biao nodded to Liu Bowen: "The generals leading the troops must learn military books every night, and the soldiers must be brave and good at fighting. Even if they can't find a general, they will be invincible."

He thought of telling them some modern words in meanings that Liu Bowen and others could understand.

"Who have you ever read books and know words?" Liu Bowen stood beside him and asked the group of soldiers.

The soldiers standing in the first row and the ones behind them shook their heads.

Zhu Biao's eyes slowly swept over the neatly-standing soldiers. After seeing that no one could read and read, he said disappointedly: "It doesn't matter if you don't recognize words. I can be read for you. Please make sure to add literacy later."

Crack... Crack.

The wooden cart pulled the two chariots of round-headed wooden guns and wooden knives, and placed the wooden swords in the martial arts field, which were all the ones that could not hurt people.

"Listen, the one with the red scarf stands on the left, the one with the black scarf stands on the right, each person chooses a special wooden gun and a wooden knife and starts the actual drill.

I will teach you that if you go to the battlefield later, don’t be afraid of the enemy too much, don’t be afraid of our war horses.

You guys, take the knife when you should, light the fire when you should fire, shoot the arrow when you should shoot, attack the city when you should attack, fight to the death, love to the death, love to the lover, do your business, do what you should do.

You will know what you should do in the future."

Zhu Biao said seriously and signaled them to quickly form two teams: "If you win, eat braised pork, if you lose, drink vegetable soup."

After looking at Zhu Biao, Zhu Di smiled and waved his hand. Two rows of head soldiers set up a big pot around the martial arts field to make a fire to cook.

On one table was a pig and on the other was a wooden basin of wild vegetables.

The soldiers were wearing helmets and armour, and the cavalry and infantry were ready.

Zhu Biao sat on the high platform of the martial arts field, and Chang Yuchun next to him said, "I haven't eaten meat for a long time. These guys will practice hard today."

"This is what I want."

"Li Dabangzi brings the five hundred elites here, and Liu Hu brings the elites here." Zhu Biao pointed to Chang Yuchun: "The elites here are higher than those of Li Dabangzi."

"Then why doesn't Your Highness specifically train Liu Hu's team?" Xu Miaowei said.

"The wooden boards vary in height, so how much water is needed depends on which piece?" Zhu Biao turned his head and looked at her and said, "The shortest."

"A elite army can win every battle to a large extent, and it has nothing to do with the most powerful people, but depends on the whole. It depends on the weak parts that cannot be ignored.

There are always a few elite soldiers, and most soldiers are far from meeting the requirements. The outcome depends on most soldiers."

The two teams of Black Turban and Red Turban began to fight in the form of the Northern Yuan cavalry. Zhu Biao simulated all the emergencies that may be encountered in all grassland battles.

Firearms and soldiers should practice hard.

Since it can break the throat leading to the grassland in Shanxi, will the road to the heart be far away?

...

Shen Zhifu passed the road to Xiaolian and sat in the carriage again: "Let's go."

"Miss." Xiaolian hesitated a little, and she was wondering if Mu Ying would come to see her.

There are many people selling medicinal materials and furs in the city, and there are many horse harnesses. On both sides are places where vendors set up stalls to do business.

A small opera was sung on the stage not far away, telling the story of a general who had not returned from his war, and his wife stood on the stage and sang with tears.

Xiaolian sat in the carriage, wiping her tears with her handkerchief.

"What's wrong? Is it not good to go back to Nanjing?" Chen Zhifu put on a veil and looked at the crowded stage and said, "Instead of worrying like this, it's better to do something else to help him solve his problems."

Xiaolian nodded.
Chapter completed!