Chapter three hundred and sixty insolent strategic vision
Liu Mingzhi withdrew his gaze and shook his head at the insolent and curious inquiry: "Nothing, maybe I got it wrong. Mobile version https:m."
"You kid, stop playing tricks on me. I won't forgive you for delaying the updating of weapons."
"Don't worry, General. Since I dare to make a promise, I will definitely get it done. Otherwise, I will not be able to live up to His Majesty's kindness."
It was said that he was being treated favorably, but Liu Mingzhi's tone was full of dissatisfaction. Anyone who was investigated to the fullest would inevitably feel a little conflicted.
The three of them talked while walking, and Zhang Kuang introduced new things in the camp to Liu Mingzhi from time to time.
"General, I want to ask more, where are these new soldiers recruited from?"
"They are found in all states and prefectures, but most of them are northerners. Wennan and northern generals play politics. You Jiangnan scholars really have nothing to say. Each one is more sinister than the other. We have to rely on northerners to fight. To tell the truth, I won't do it because of you.
A scholar from the south of the Yangtze River will talk nonsense when he sees others and talk about ghosts."
What I said arrogantly was not biased, but I told the truth. The people in the land of plenty in the south of the Yangtze River were indeed inferior to the men in the north in terms of fighting.
Let's not talk about the cultural influence, but the physical aspect alone is not as good as it is. However, since he specializes in the art, Zhang Kuang is just telling objective facts.
"This kid can't refute it. In terms of physique, Jiangnan people are indeed inferior to northerners. I have no objection. So are these newly recruited soldiers all from Dalong?"
"Of course they are all members of my Han family. I always only trust my own people when I use military force. Our ancestors said it well, people who are not of my race will have different hearts. Many bloody lessons tell us that it is better to be cautious when dealing with foreign races. You
Why do you ask these questions?"
Zhang Kuang held the handle of the knife with one hand and explained things about the military camp while walking. He was quite puzzled by Young Master Liu's clueless question.
"It's nothing, I'm just a little curious."
Liu Mingzhi chuckled and covered up the topic just now.
Zhang Kuang is an old fox. He knows that Liu Mingzhi will never ask questions about recruiting new recruits for no reason. The strange things before and after all stem from the recruits who Liu Mingzhi stopped to fetch water.
Is there something wrong with this new recruit?
Zhang Kuang rolled his eyes twice and muttered a few words to the soldier on the side. The soldier immediately nodded and turned back the way he came.
"Boy, the general in the army is in front of you. When you get inside, you can just boldly give your orders. As long as you can get what I want, all the five hundred craftsmen in the general will obey your orders."
Zhang Kuang stopped and pointed at a building with thick smoke coming out. Before he even walked in, he could hear the clanking of iron, and a few shouts coming from time to time.
Compared with the snow accumulated in other places in the camp, the green tiles have long been exposed on the prisoner's house, and the snow has long been melted by the heat radiating from the house.
"Just the words of the general. To be honest, I'm really afraid that these arrogant craftsmen will look down on me, a scholar who only knows how to study."
In ancient times, not everyone could be called a craftsman casually. Those who could become a craftsman were definitely the best in all walks of life, and it was inevitable that they would be a little high-spirited.
You will definitely feel dissatisfied when being told what to do by a grown-up guy, and you will inevitably have feelings of resistance.
"You can rest assured about this. I have issued an order from the Longwuwei camp. Anyone who dares to disobey will be executed and their heads will be hung for three days."
When he spoke these words arrogantly, his expression was majestic and his tone was decisive. There were a mountain of military orders in the military camp. An army that could not obey the orders and prohibitions would sooner or later be completely defeated.
"That's very good. Let's go take a look first."
"Walk."
After pushing open the thick door, Liu Mingzhi felt a wave of heat coming towards him. The steam was steaming, making him sweat uncontrollably on his forehead.
The high fire in the hall rose, and many shirtless middle-aged men worked in groups, waving their sledgehammers and banging the weapons in their hands.
Judging from the appearance of the iron under the tongs, it is definitely made of hundreds of refined steel.
The Bailian refined steel of this era is not the kind of steel that later generations would call it. It is an excellent iron tool that has been forged over thousands of times. It is more wear-resistant than ordinary iron, and its hardness and toughness are significantly improved, so it is called Bailian refined steel.
steel.
Hundreds of people hammered and hammered, those who pulled the bellows pulled the bellows, those who forged the iron worked, and those who quenched the iron quenched. The division of labor was clear, and there was even a rudiment of an assembly line.
However, there are still some shortcomings. After all, some people's skills are so superb that they cannot be replaced by ordinary people at a certain stage.
The arrival of Zhang Kuang and Liu Mingzhi did not attract anyone's attention. These people all entered a state of selflessness towards the guy in their hands.
Zhang Kuang led Mr. Liu to the already built weapon rack and stopped. He picked up a Huanshou knife and looked at it. He first touched the blade with his hand, and then flicked the blade with his fingers, making a clear and sweet sound.
It came out from the blade.
Zhang Kuang nodded with satisfaction and handed the knife to Liu Mingzhi: "Boy, how about taking a look at the weapon made by the supervisor?"
Young Master Liu took the Huanshou Sword from Zhang Kuang and weighed it: "It's a good sword, but it's a bit too heavy. Not only will a weak person not be able to use the full strength of the weapon, but it will become a burden."
"You are right. That's why I am so interested in the Hengdao you made. It is much more powerful and the weapon is lighter. It saves energy when used. It can increase the combat power of soldiers by about 30%. It is also
That is to say, before the battle begins, the dragon generals already have a 30% chance of winning."
"The general's statement is too one-sided. The war situation is changing rapidly. One weapon will never change the situation. The key is how to use the troops. Otherwise, even having a magic weapon in hand will not help."
"Yes, I ask myself, although I dare not say that I am like a god in using soldiers, I do have some experience. Once the Hengdao is in the hands of my soldiers, its power will definitely not be buried."
"Since the general values the Hengdao so much, why did he choose to build the Mo Dao? Isn't it possible to just equip more Hengdao? And compared to the Mo Dao, the Hengdao saves time and effort, and uses much less materials, isn't it?
It can also enhance the combat effectiveness of Longwu Guard officers."
Zhang Kuang shook his head gently: "Otherwise, the reason why I chose to equip Mo Dao is to restrain the enemy's cavalry. Compared with the enemy's cavalry, Dalong's cavalry has a big shortcoming. Heng Dao can temporarily use the current standard weapon.
To make up for the shortcomings, the cavalry is not good enough. It is impossible to change the gap between the dragon cavalry and the Turkic cavalry in a short time. Therefore, we must have a weapon to defeat the enemy. The Mo Dao is the best choice. At the moment, what the Northern Xinjiang soldiers need most is not to be lighter and sharper.
It is a horizontal sword, but a Mo sword that can give the enemy a head-on blow. I still understand the principle of choosing the lesser of two powers that harm each other."
After listening to Zhang Kuang's words, Liu Mingzhi had to admire Zhang Kuang's strategic vision. Even though he had thousands of years of funeral experience to make up for some shortcomings, marching and fighting was not a routine.
The set of pre-war etiquette before the Warring States Period had been destroyed by a handsome boy named Sun Wu. Nowadays, wars are fought in cunning ways and full of cunning schemes.
"The general is far-sighted and his subordinates admire him."