When the head and tail of the distilled wine were pinched off, the remaining clear wine was exuding a strong aroma of wine. Chen Zhi, who had just arrived with the rice and grain, was suddenly pleasantly surprised.

"Good brother, I didn't expect that I would be tortured by you!"

"Still a long way to go."

"Is this far enough? When I was out fighting with my father, if I could have had a drink like this, the soldiers would probably have been able to kill a few more enemies."

"Wait...what did you say?"

"Kill a few more people..."

"No, no, no, go ahead..."

"Fighting outside?"

"Yes! We are fighting outside!"

Although the Ming Dynasty now has the technology to distill alcohol, it knows nothing about medical alcohol, which is a magical tool for anti-inflammation and first aid on the battlefield.

Now the imperial court is at war every year.

If we could make medical alcohol and sell it to the army.

Wouldn’t the free money come faster?

You must know that in the Cold Weapon Age, the weapons held by every soldier were comparable to the tetanus blades of later generations. One of the main reasons why most injured soldiers cannot be cured is wound infection.

"Is it possible that you are really planning to buy this wine into the military camp? I can tell you...the emperor has strict control over this, just in case there is a ban on alcohol."

“It’s easy to lose money if you’re not careful.”

Unexpectedly, Wang Siqi looked at Chen Zhi with a smile and said: "I not only have to sell our wine to the military camp, but also have people from the Ministry of War and the Fifth Army Governor's Mansion come to us to buy it. Not only that, but even

Even Prohibition can't do anything to us..."

Such words could not help but fill Chen Zhi's heart with curiosity.

However, out of trust in his good brother, Chen Zhi still nodded and said: "Then, what do you need me to do next?"

"Do you know the drill?"

"exercise?"

"It means that the soldiers under your command are designated as offensive and defensive parties, and one of them is simulated as one's enemy to fight against each other, but the subordinates must keep their hands. It is not a real attack."

"Not only can it temper the physique of the soldiers, but more importantly, it can also be regarded as a kind of training. If you practice more times on a daily basis, you will have a better chance of surviving on the battlefield."

When he said this, Chen Zhi's gaze towards Wang Siqi had completely changed from his original attitude of obedience but always having some doubts to full admiration.

He said bluntly: "I didn't expect that, brother, you would have such an understanding of military matters while you were eating, drinking and having fun in the capital. I will discuss it with my father after I get home today."

"I just don't know why I practice like this."

"sell!"

...

Jingying.

Since Jingnan, Zhu Di has always attached great importance to the soldiers in the Beijing camp. Their daily food and clothing expenses are considered to be the top among the Ming army.

Uncle Rongchang was riding a tall horse.

Looking at the soldiers who had gathered at this moment, he said enthusiastically: "Yesterday, I learned about a good training method. Today, I specially selected a thousand of you in the camp as test subjects to verify this.

Is the method useful?”

"Chen Zhi!"

"The end is here!"

"Count the troops and horses and get ready to start!"

"yes!"

Naturally, Chen Xian couldn't do the hard work himself. Since it was his son who wanted to try it out in the army after listening to Wang Siqi's words, Chen Xian, one of the famous generals in the Ming Dynasty, also expressed his approval after listening to his son's introduction.

He looked at her and said, "Dad told you to stay away from that kid from the Wang family before, but dad was thinking too narrowly. He didn't expect that this guy has never been to a military camp."

"But as long as the above-mentioned simulation drills and the methods of confrontation training between ourselves and the enemy can be controlled well, the soldiers will definitely be able to hone themselves in the fight."

"You can also achieve what the boy from the Wang family said: sweat more during training and bleed less during war!"

So, Chen Xian nodded.

Then came today's training at the Beijing Camp training ground. In a tent not far away, Zhu Gaochi looked at Wang Siqi with great interest and said: "I didn't expect that the first time you called me, it turned out that

I came to see the training in the Beijing Camp, a scene I really don’t have many opportunities to see on weekdays.”

"Listen to Uncle Rongchang."

"You have specially set the rules and methods for this drill. Today I want to follow you and see how this is different from the previous army drills."

"Your Highness, if you keep reading, you will naturally understand."

...

It has to be said that although Chen Zhi, like Wang Siqi, can be considered a major scourge in the capital, Chen Zhi, who has been training with his father in the military camp and on the battlefield, still has a lot of skills.

More than a thousand people were quickly divided into the attacking side and the defensive side.

But just when many soldiers were confused, Chen Zhi said loudly: "Let me tell you something, as long as you don't kill anyone! This is a real battlefield, and there are not so many rules between offense and defense!"

"yes!"

Soldiers present.

Many of them were veterans who had just returned from the battlefield with Chen Xian, although they were holding wooden swords that had been made overnight and had not yet been opened.

But the fierceness in his eyes was enough to see.

The other party is the enemy.

What I have to do now is kill the enemy.

"Kill!!"

"kill!"

After the big flag symbolizing the start of the training was waved heavily, shouts of death from both sides rose into the sky, making Zhu Gaochi in the guard of honor in the distance extremely excited.

"It's a fight! It's a fight... Okay, these are the mighty divisions of the Ming Dynasty. These are the elite soldiers and generals of the Ming Dynasty. With soldiers like these, why worry about not being able to win!"

However, Wang Siqi poured a basin of cold water on him and said, "But Your Highness the Crown Prince."

"Do you know that behind every victory there are countless dead and wounded soldiers. Of course those who sacrifice their lives for the country are heroes, but what about the wounded soldiers who eventually died on the battlefield because they were not properly treated?"

This was something Zhu Gaochi had never understood before. After a long while, he said: "For such soldiers, the women and children in their families will be raised by the imperial court..."

"No! Only by killing the soldiers who fell on the battlefield can you get a good pension."

"Those soldiers who were lucky enough to survive after being injured on the battlefield, whether they died, or they still managed to save their lives before death, returned home...all in pain, but did not have much money or preferential treatment. For them, this is not even as good as

Died on the battlefield..."

Wang Siqi's words made Zhu Gaochi unable to calm down for a long time.

The gazes towards the soldiers on the training ground also began to gradually change.

"ah!"

Although wooden swords were used, injuries were inevitable in such a large-scale collision. The soldier whose arm was accidentally cut open by the sharp edge of the wooden sword gritted his teeth and collapsed on the ground sweating, his arms

The red meat tumbled out deep inside and was still bleeding with fresh blood.
Chapter completed!