The next day.

Zhu Cixuan got up early and guarded the palace gate with his own guards. Yongli rejected the suggestion of Li Dingguo to form an imperial camp with the elite troops of the Western Camp, and chose the sons of officials to join him. Mu Tianbo and Yang Zai, who were close ministers in Yongli, mostly served in the service. The Ming army system, the military system of the garrison was Cao for ten days, and the generals waited for a personal army for three days. The imperial camp was the personal army of the emperor. Although it was filled with the second generation of officials, the general Wei Bao was a veteran of Hongguang time. He had good military management and had prestige. The imperial camp was not inferior to the elite troops of the Western Camp.

"Last general Wang Qilong, pay homage to the prince." The visitor saw the prince's ceremonial guard from afar and immediately got off the horse. Zhu Cixuan looked at him in a narrow view. This man was young and heroic. Although he knelt on one knee, his waist was straight, and he was calm and composed when facing Zhu Cixuan's gaze. Zhu Cixuan secretly cheered. Wang Qilong was really good-looking. In later generations, it was the standard model of the three-army ceremonial guard. He didn't know that Wang Qilong was also one of the generals who fought against the water in the trouble of cursing water, and was one of the best generals in the imperial camp. In Wang Qilong's view, Zhu Cixuan suddenly wanted to practice military training was purely a whim of a child. Although he had to come after receiving the order, he was unhappy.

Zhu Cixuan stepped forward and helped Wang Qilong up. His body had not yet grown, but only reached the height of Wang Qilong's breasts. He raised his head and said happily: "General Wang, my father is kind to me to follow the Imperial Camp for two hours a day, so let's start now."

"Yes, my husband who came to pass the order has given me the confession. Your Highness's daughter's body must not be personally on the battlefield. The meaning of the last general is that the last general will accompany your highness to practice bows and horses and discuss military tactics together?"

"This is all the meaning of the question, but Gu still needs to look at the military formation. General Wang is young and promising, and probably has unique features in the military formation." Zhu Cixuan pursed his lips and held the prince's airs and insisted. He was still young, and no matter how skilled he was in personal combat skills, it would be useless. He wanted to see if the military knowledge he had learned in later generations could be used in the late Ming Dynasty. "General Wang asked his men to line up for the exercises. How about Rong Gu's glance?"

Wang Qilong no longer insisted, and after receiving the order, he went to issue orders. Today he brought his own personal soldiers, who had been trained on weekdays. At this moment, he was even more energetic when he was performing skills in front of the prince. While the flag was flying, the soldiers were brightly armored, and they walked forward in an array, covering each other, and simulated a small formation battle.

"General Wang's soldiers are well trained." Zhu Cixuan was surprised at the performance of this camp. They were in line and full of energy. Although they were far inferior to the line of swords and axes in later military parades, they were considered rare elites by the standards of the late Ming Dynasty. "How many people in the imperial camp can match General Wang's men?"

"The last general is not afraid to slackewer." Wang Qilong said modestly, and then said carefully, "They are all personal soldiers of the last general. They are trained every three days, so they must be stronger than the other soldiers. In my imperial camp, the relatives of Lord Wei and Lord Wang Sheng are not inferior to the last general."

"What about the King of Jin, what about the Tartars?"

"The troops of King Jin are elite troops in a hundred battles, and they must be stronger than the last general. The last general has not yet fought against the Tartars, and they do not know the depth of the Tartars. But I think Hong Chengchou and Wu Sangui are all people who know the soldiers, and Jiannu is even more accustomed to riding and shooting. I think they are stronger than the last general?"

Zhu Cixuan was speechless for a while. After the Qing Dynasty absorbed a large number of surrendered generals of the Ming Dynasty, the Eight Banners troops directly under the Eight Banners no longer acted lightly. The attack on the Yongli court mainly relied on the Ming Dynasty surrendered troops. However, the great reputation captured by the Eight Banners in the past few decades still weighed on the Nanming head like a mountain. The troops of the Southern Ming Dynasty generally had a deep sense of fear of the Eight Banners of Manchuria, and even the Imperial Battalion was no exception.

Zhu Cixuan was still thinking, but Wang Qilong thought that his words made the prince unhappy. He looked at Zhu Cixuan nervously and then said, "The prince doesn't need to worry. The eldest prince is old in the army, and he tried to calm Sun Ni in the blink of an eye. Hong Chengchou missed the opportunity without moving his troops. It can be seen that the destiny is in my Ming Dynasty..."

Zhu Cixuan shook his head, suppressed the thought of escape that had once again appeared, and said in a deep voice: "General Wang, how about the military preparations in the camp, and are the soldiers and armors in place?"

"Go back to Your Highness, the King of Jin allocated supplies before going to war. There are no shortages of armor, bows and arrows in the camp. The war horses are not enough. Although the endurance of the Dian horses is strong, they are not enough to carry enough weights, so they are difficult to wear armor and trap the battle. Cannons are also lacking, but the Imperial Camp Guards Master cannot use them." Wang Qilong answered honestly. He didn't expect Zhu Cixuan to ask so many questions, and it was difficult to organize his words for a while, so he had to say whatever he wanted.

"If my father was hunting for Jianchang in the north, would the imperial camp be available?" Zhu Cixuan still did not give up on the idea of ​​entering Sichuan. This was also the most strategic direction that later generations raised when reflecting on the way out of the Yongli court.

"This, most of the children in the army are from Yunnan..." Wang Qilong was speechless for a moment. He never thought of going north to Sichuan, and deep down he never felt that the King of Jin could not defend Yunnan and Guizhou. The Southern Ming and the Qing Dynasty had several tug-of-war in Guangdong and Guangxi, Hunan. Although Yunnan and Guizhou were more difficult, they were as stable as Mount Tai. At this moment, looking at the prince's meaning, is it that the emperor did not plan to stay in Kunming?

"The father often said that General Wei has been a pillar of the army since Emperor Hongguang. The dynasty suffered repeated setbacks, but General Wei has always been loyal and was his father's minister." Zhu Cixuan said softly, "The general is a rookie in the army that Lord Wei is optimistic about. He is said to be a general who is good at both civil and military affairs, and is loyal to the Ming Dynasty. He is a general who can serve. This time, Lord Wei personally contacted the Zhongzhen Camp and appointed the general to take charge of the Imperial Camp. Now the state is difficult, does the general dare to serve as Lord Wei said?"

"The last general dares! The last general is not even afraid of Tartars, so why are they afraid of going to Sichuan?" Wang Qilong's blood surged, his eyes slightly red. He had a high opinion of himself and was most unbearable, not to mention that he came from a child, even if he was the prince.

Zhu Cixuan smiled and said, "General Wang is indeed loyal and brave. The matter of entering Sichuan is just to prepare for the future. The general knows it himself and must not pass it on to others to avoid unstable morale in the army. The general may as well choose some soldiers without family members in the army to prepare for emergencies."

Zhu Cixuan looked at the personal soldiers on the field and said, "General may add left and right rotation and rotation training to the queue transformation, which is of great use." During the exercise, he asked Wang Qilong to simulate the infantry formation being attacked by the enemy side and turned to face the enemy. He found that the strict queue was quickly chaotic during the transformation, and almost half of the soldiers could not tell the left and right. While recalling his original military training, Zhu Cixuan sighed at the high proportion of illiteracy in this era, and secretly wondered whether he should teach the soldiers to recognize words. He told Wang Qilong the command and standard movement of the army left and right rotation in later generations, and told him to let the troops practice as soon as possible. After saying some encouragement, he ended today's training.

Since then, Zhu Cixuan studied the queue exercises with Wang Qilong every day, and learned the key points of training and formation from Wang Qilong. He was stunned for half a month. He made suggestions to Yongli several times, hoping to go north to Sichuan to manage Shuzhong, but he was not adopted. However, his daily martial arts performance in the palace attracted the attention of many nobles. Now, those who followed Wang Qilong into the palace include Mu Zhongliang, the youngest son of Duke Mu, and Yang Zai's son Yang Jing.

Chapter completed!