"We want to make 7,500 wood muskets, and leave a small mouth to set firecrackers at the muzzle. In that case, when they raise these wooden sticks, they will spray flames and smoke at the front end like muskets. In addition, some models of the weapons we use are needed, so that the spies from the Popes can understand nothing. We call this army shadows, and they are just shadows!"

It is not difficult to use 10,000 people to disguise themselves as musket teams. Holy Roman Emperor Frederick II had to find some farmers, or just let the archers carry wooden guns and pretend to behave, but they didn't expect them to really play the role of muskets.

"This is OK, my father left it to me! But I have a question, where is our next goal?"

Conrad IV took this kind of work tactfully, and although he was the king of several kingdoms here, he was still just a prince in front of his father, so Zhao Fubo called him His Highness. Conrad IV was very respectful to Zhao Fubo and always called him "Your Majesty". He said that he would not get close to him just because he was his brother-in-law. Such methods are really rare among the royal members in Europe.

Zhao Fubo looked at the enemies marked with small blue flags on the map, representing the city alliance. After thinking for a moment, his hand pointed at the map.

"Turin, we will attack Turin. It was from the dock that France assisted the entire Italian Union of cities, occupied it, and cut off the supply of cities. They had no French side to supplement through the Alps, and the sea route was cut off by us. At that time, they would not be afraid!"

Zhao Fubo's words made Louis IX and Holy Roman Emperor Frederick II nodded secretly. Praising the Eastern strategy in his heart was indeed very different from that of the Europeans. Zhao Fubo's capture of the king for thousands of miles and the tactical arrangement of the big sword made them understand. The thinking of the Easterners was very different from that of the Europeans. If he and Louis IX had such a powerful army, he would naturally have to have a dignified showdown on the battlefield so that they could know the power of their army.

However, Zhao Fubo's proposed approach to the thousand-mile raid and the heart-wrenching method made the war simple. Even because of the problem of the strategy, both the enemy and his own side would become much smaller.

"Well, okay, it's Turin. I guess as long as we win this battle, we can easily solve the various cities in the territory. Then Conrad, you lead the shadow troops and some troops to the Alps and train the musket team openly at the foot of the mountain. I thought, sooner or later, the archers will probably be replaced by muskets. So there is no harm in letting them practice the queue!"

"Yes Father!"

In such occasions, Conrad IV always talked little. He knew himself, and a considerable part of his status at this moment came from Zhao Fubo's gift. If it weren't for him, then the one who followed his father to fight would definitely be his brother Enqia. If it were for many years, only God would know what the final outcome would be.

Now he has replaced his brother Enqio and followed his father. As long as he can perform well before the war with the pope is over, he will definitely be the position of Holy Roman Emperor in the future! At the same time, this is also the reason why he strives to establish a good relationship with Zhao Fubo. After all, the relationship with Zhao Fubo will determine his destiny from a certain perspective.

In the royal family, many things are like this. They can do but cannot say them, while others are able to say but cannot do them!

"Okay, let's make arrangements like this. If everyone has no objection, I think we will be out in a few days!"

The Holy Roman Emperor Frederick II acted like a commander in the army and announced to the people sitting there. Of course, this was when their emperor discussed, and the officers under his command could not participate. He turned around and ordered the officers again that Zhao Fubo would not have to worry about these things. All he had to do was to train the musketeers in these days. After capturing Turin, he would take them back to Corsica in disguise and take them to France in disguise from there!

After solving the strategic problem, Zhao Fubo returned to his tent. At this time, the sunset had already appeared in the sky. The entire barracks were watching the newly arrived musket team, and under the command of the officers, they practiced the formation with drum beats. The practice in Corsica made Zhao Fubo realize that the musket team, which relied on fire intensity to attack, often important problems would occur in the formation.

Because only the formation training is very good, the soldiers on the battlefield can quickly turn their fronts. They only have the strongest firepower output on the front of the horizontal team. If the opponent's cavalry appears from their vertical direction, it will be easy to attack such a musket team. If they have no time to change the formation cavalry, they can kill them all.

Looking at the soldiers who were operating in line, Zhao Fubo thought about what would be of great use to him in the future. When he arrived in front of his tent, he lowered his head and drilled into it. Then he collided with someone, his body was petite and soft. When Zhao Fubo turned around, he found that Linda, who was hit by him, was staring at him with blue eyes. The light-colored blond hair in wheat was scattered behind his head, obviously looking like he had just taken a shower.

Before Zhao Fubo could speak, Linda had quickly made up his behavior.

"You mean it!"

When she was talking, her beautiful blue eyes looked at Zhao Fubo, with a strong smell like wine. The girl's white face was a little blushing. Looking at her appearance, she probably thought that Zhao Fubo's "intention" was almost profound, and she also felt that she was not gentle enough. After all, when she was deliberately so, he was still wearing the breastplate that was always inseparable from her body.

"No...I...I'm not..."

Before Zhao Fubo could finish his words, Linda had already answered.

"Oh, no need to explain. I know you are very careless. Even if you do this intentionally, you still forgot to take off your breastplate. Now you have hit me, so you have to pay!"

While talking, Linda's hand touched her small but shaped chest. Her puffed red lips and a playful smile covered the shyness of asking for kisses. Looking at her cute appearance, Zhao Fubo's hand unconsciously fell on her waist!
Chapter completed!