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Chapter 387: You're Not Thick-skinned!

When Mao Fushou shouted, Yu Qian was in Baiminghe's study.
The excuse was to visit the disease, but in fact it was to come to negotiate. For nothing else, materials determine tactics and arms determine strategies. Yu Qian would not easily decide tactics before determining arms and materials.
Mao Fushou was shouting, even if he couldn't hear the sound, Yu Qian knew who was coming just by the words he heard.
The only one who dares to shout like this is Mao Fushou, the commander of the Henan Dusi, who is known as Mao Yide, is absolutely the same as the fierce Zhang Fei in the book. He is cruel and crazy, and he is thick and thin. He is not a marshal but definitely a first-class general. No matter where he is, he can train a strong army.
This is also one of the reasons why the Ministry of War still protects him several times.
Soon, someone came to report: "Mr. Yu, Lord Bai. The Henan army arrived. They only had clothes for their carry-ons and war horses from each battalion. The dry food on their bodies was only enough for the road, even the soybeans and forage used for horses. Now outside the city, all the dry food left by 30,000 people were packed with less than ten kilograms, and the soybeans and forage of more than 50,000 horses were less than one hundred for a day. There was nothing else."
"I always have such a good calculation. The commander of the entire Ming Dynasty is the best!" Yu Qian said to Bai Minghe with a smile.
"A good general, definitely a good general!"
Bai Minghe also responded, "No mistake, such a general is definitely a good general." Moreover, there are at least five generals who can reach this level in the Ming Dynasty. In terms of true ability to fight, Bai Fu is definitely not as good as these people. Because many people in Bai Fu have never really been to war, even if he is a famous general and a famous teacher, he still cannot compare with these people."
"Let's get out of your warehouse first, and go back to the Ministry of War to post the account!" Yu Qian knew very well. Even if he wanted to punish Mao Fushou, he could not let these people starve first.
Bai Minghe took a pen and wrote a document, and then wrote another one and pushed it in front of Yu Qian.
Yu Qian smiled and said, "Well, according to your words."
Next is the scene in front of the mansion. Bai Hong walked out of the door with the document in his hand and handed over the first document: "General Mao. My young master said that with this document, you can directly pick up the goods from the Fengtai military warehouse in the west of the city."
Mao Fushou took the document and opened it, which said it was 3,000 pigs, 30,000 stones of rice, 30,000 kilograms of cabbage, 30,000 kilograms of carrots, and 3 pounds of salt. The military needs of 30,000 camping soldiers follow the standards for the military, and the uniforms and beddings follow the standards for the military. There are tools for camping, but no weapons!
If there is no weapons, you can only give food. Well, let your soldiers eat hot first.
Mao Fushou was about to give the document to his adjutant, but Bai Hong said: "General, please wait a moment, sign the second document first, and that one will take effect. Because there is no token. No one can get close to Fengtai Okura."
Another document, the rest is IOU. Ninety thousand taels of silver!
"This thing is worth 90,000 taels of silver? Let me write the IOU..." Mao Fushou wanted to yell, but when he thought that it was wrong, this kid was just here to pass the message. It was useless to yell at him, but he stared at Bai Hong to suppress Bai Hong with his momentum. Bai Hong was not afraid. He had seen many fierce people around Bai Minghe, so they would never dare to really beat him up.
Bai Chong continued, "The food you eat is worth 30,000 taels, which is definitely worth it. You will understand it after you look at the military uniform and bedding general. Those are much more expensive on the market than you actually think for you. Each soldier from the inside out, from top to small, even if there is no military equipment. In addition to clothes, the big ones include kettles and emergency medicine bags, and the small ones also have sewing bags."
Mao Fushou signed his name and used a seal.
But no matter how you say it, it was also someone else's stuff. He originally planned to exchange military merit for this money.
Finally, Mao Fushou asked again: "Where is the armour?"
"My young master said, it depends on your courage. The first battalion of four thousand war soldiers has at least 8,000 taels of silver, and a maximum of 160,000 taels of suited weapons. Of course, there are also 400,000 taels of elite Tiger Ben legendary ordnances. The 13 towns in the North Defense, the most courageous ones have only requested 80,000 taels of suited weapons, and there are only two battalions, most of which are the ordnance levels of 20,000 taels of silver, and the first battalion."
Hiss... Mao Fushou took a breath.
Four hundred thousand taels are a soldier who is covered with silver.
In the Ming Dynasty, only one hundred pounds of iron is three taels of silver, and one hundred pounds of fine steel is seven taels of silver. A knife with a knives with a steel inlay is about one tael of silver and five pieces. Now the army has begun to change into pure steel knives. This kind of knives is more expensive. With labor and various transportation costs, one tael of silver can make two pieces.
Of course, the price is not this.
But the internal settlement of the army should not increase the price. A musket costs more than one tael of silver. No matter how you calculate it, it is impossible for a soldier to have one hundred taels.
"My young master said that the general can enter the mansion and talk about it after he has thought about it!"
Mao Fushou gave the documents to his subordinates for receiving the materials, and did not care about the main entrance or the small side entrance. He was thinking about how the Baiminghe was 400,000 taels of this battalion was made.
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When Mao Fushou entered the mansion, Yu Qian and Bai Minghe naturally had to welcome him. As for how it was possible that the first battalion would cost 400,000 taels of silver, Bai Minghe did not answer and took Mao Fushou to the intermediate court and then entered a heavily guarded house.
It’s not that Bai Minghe spoke, but Yu Qian.
"Four thousand people, plus five thousand auxiliary soldiers. High-quality steel knives, one thousand long knives, and five thousand short knives. In other words, the war soldiers are not worthy of fighting knives. But each has a long musket, a short musket, and ten grenades. Then, there are forty cannons and eighty assault cannons, and they are wearing silk cotton porcelain armor."
"That's all?" Mao Fushou still believed that these were not worth 400,000 taels.
Yu Qian picked up a long spear on the shelf: "This gun does not require a fuse, and the effective killing distance is 100 steps (150 meters). This is used..." Yu Qian picked up a small paper tube: "Cook the ammunition directly, and the firing rate is more than three times faster than the original fuse gun. This bullet costs five cents, and it is 2 million bullets, so you can count the price."
"So many!" Mao Fushou said in his heart that only five hundred hairs per person.
"If you don't train hard, you will use this musket as a fire stick. Think about it, how to use cavalry muskets. After the raid, musket combos are very effective tactics, and the lethality of dense guns and bullets against enemy soldiers. A scattered volley is twenty taels of silver. If a soldier trains one hundred bullets, you will lose 2,000 taels of silver."
It's very expensive. This is not a war, it's a throwing of silver.
"This short gun..." Yu Qian said that the short gun was a single shot pistol. If the enemy had the chance to approach, he picked up the gun and gave it to the enemy for a moment, this thing suddenly could be much darker than a sword, and it would definitely cost people a life. No wonder the musketeers were not worthy of melee weapons. It turned out that they were attacking here.
Grenades can actually be understood as firecrackers from later generations, and they need to be lit first before they can be thrown out.
As for how it can be like the grenades in later generations, it is estimated that it will not be able to be studied in a few years.
"This pig iron grenade costs 100 cents per piece. You can blow as far as you can. Of course, some people have developed the ability to throw it out with a belt, which can be thrown to 300 steps or even 400 steps away. You can also throw it with your arm strength to blow up the enemy thirty or fifty steps in front of you, and you can blow up everyone within five steps in a single piece."
Yu Qian introduced it one by one, and Mao Fushou was sweating profusely as he heard it.
This is definitely not a war. Even if you use copper coins to smash people, it is not so wasteful. This is definitely a silver bean.
"Besides, this cannon is equipped with the latest type of cannon. In addition to solid iron bombs, there are also shotguns of tens of iron balls. It is priced at fifteen taels of silver, blossoming thunder bombs, fifty taels of silver, ghost fire soul-chasing bullets, and one hundred taels of silver..." Yu Qian said this, looking at Mao Fushou's shocked expression, his tone changed: "This one hundred taels of silver can not be distributed in large quantities at present. It can penetrate dozens of layers of three feet thick and tightly pressed together on wooden boards!"
It's so expensive, one hundred taels of silver is 60,000 to 70,000 yuan in later generations.
However, the Ming Dynasty's craftsmanship was too low. Except for solid bullets, all special shells were handmade. They were slow to produce and costly, and they were still laboratory products at present. The cost may be reduced after mass production, but if you want to mass production, Bai Minghe didn't know how many years it would take to work hard.
White phosphorus bombs are already taboo weapons in modern times because they are too cruel.
But in Daming, this thing is definitely the darkest weapon as a fire bomb. Making one requires three skilled craftsmen to work very carefully for four or five days. Moreover, each workshop has ten teams and five safety officers, for fear that the white phosphorus thing will be dangerous.
There were a total of ten groups of craftsmen who made this shell, including thirty people.
The wages of these people are amazingly high, and the timids are afraid to let them enter the workshop.
Yu Qian named the ghost fire soul-chasing bullet because it is too terrible to extinguish the fire. If you stick a little, you will definitely die, and the entire stock of the white-famous crane is only more than one hundred.
For a person, the number of shells is already large, but for a team of foreign combat, the number of more than 100 shells is pitifully small, so they can only use a few shots to change the situation at a special moment.
Mao Fushou calculated another account.
The people in this battalion have a cost of 400,000 taels of silver. Then, the company's food and drink costs need to kill 10,000 Watts to be sufficient. The question now is whether there are so many Watts for them to kill. Unless they encounter the Watts and start a full-scale war and large-scale corps combat.
No wonder, the thirteen towns in the North Defense are only equipped with a few elite battalions, and the rest are still using ordinary weapons, for fear that the military achievements will not be repaid after the war in the future.
It’s not easy to owe the money of Baiminghe!
"Do you want to try the charm of top-level equipment?" Bai Minghe finally spoke.
Mao Fushou shook his head guiltily. Raising such a camp can no longer be described as a miracle. This thing still requires maintenance costs, so this can only be described in a dream. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
ps: Sorry, I was a little late. When I got home in the afternoon, I fell on the bed when I entered the door. Then...
Chapter completed!
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