Long Zhankui said in confusion: "Most of my soldiers are from families who know kung fu. They have little to do with these weak ordinary people."
"Really? Then tell me, you soldiers who are good at kung fu were ordinary people when you were born? Or, for several generations, the ancestors of these soldiers were all good at kung fu and have been passing it down? I tell you
You, not only your soldiers, but also your officers and generals, including you, were once just an ordinary person! I, Fang Hao, was once an out-and-out ordinary person!"
Fang Hao's tone became more and more severe. Seeing sweat on Long Zhankui's forehead, he continued to say coldly: "There are so many ordinary people. According to my understanding, there used to be more ordinary people in the Sinful Territory. I asked, and it was initially estimated
At that time, there were about a billion people, and the war was in chaos. The people were in dire straits and countless people starved to death. Now it is conservatively estimated to be less than 500 million."
Speaking of this, Fang Hao couldn't help but reveal a terrifying pressure, which made Long Zhankuidu look a little pale.
Fang Hao continued: "It's hard to imagine that if you continue to ignore it, in a few years, all of them will be dead! I can't imagine that if there is no one left, how will you be able to feed your hundreds of thousands of soldiers?
horse!"
After speaking, Fang Hao pointed in the direction of Qi State, then pointed in the direction of Chen State, and said in a sharp tone: "If the civilians here can catch up with their living standards, you Long Family Army will still only eat clear soup."
Porridge with water? Will you only wear rags and have such shabby weapons? Do you know why you can only recruit more than 200,000 soldiers when there are hundreds of millions of people in your territory?"
"I've been telling you for a long time, but you probably don't understand what it means to make the people rich and the army strong, and the people to be rich and the country strong! I'm playing the piano to a cow!"
After Fang Hao finished speaking, his momentum calmed down and he immediately walked away.
Long Zhankui was stunned for a while, his eyes became hot, and he rushed over quickly, followed Fang Hao again, and shouted: "General, the reason why I can only recruit more than 200,000 soldiers is because of my martial arts skills."
There are really too few people.”
"Then I ask you, why are there less?" Fang Hao didn't look back and walked to the military camps. He looked at the soldiers who were dressed in tatters and only had a breastplate. The weapon was just a little bit of iron on the top of a spear. It was still obvious that
It's iron that's not pure enough, let alone sharp.
"General, why is that?" Long Zhankui is just a warrior. It is really difficult to manage a place well. What's more important is that the territory is constantly changing, and there are endless bandits in the country, let alone
What management.
Immediately, Fang Hao pointed to the ordinary people in Xianyuan Village and said calmly: "Then tell me, why don't they practice martial arts?"
"They don't have any martial arts books, right?" Long Zhankui asked uncertainly.
"Hey, you idiot, do you think I don't know? Even in those small towns, there are ordinary external kung fu training classics, and they are so cheap. There is no way, a broken bowl of grains, a book, you need to practice.
It is difficult to find martial arts classics like yours, but they are everywhere, maybe even in the villages!" Fang Hao became increasingly angry.
Finally, Fang Hao suddenly kicked Long Zhankui's body, and Long Zhankui immediately flew several feet away. Fang Hao finally said angrily: "These people are almost starving to death. How can we practice this?"
Damn Wu!"
Long Zhankui stood up from the ground with a bared grin. The golden-armored Long Zhankui, covered in mud, sat on the ground, looking at the side of Xianyuan Village in a daze, and from time to time he also looked at the infantry camp not far away.
Many thoughts suddenly flashed through my mind, and I recalled what Fang Hao said.
Unconsciously, Long Zhankui had been sitting on the ground for two hours, and it was almost time for lunch.
In the infantry camp not far away, many soldiers and generals looked towards Long Zhankuina. Some people couldn't help but talk about it, with confused and puzzled looks on their faces.
Among these soldiers, Long Wanxin, Yuan Feng, and Xuanyuan Shura stood, staring blankly.
For a long time, Long Wanxin looked a little worried and said, "What did the general say to my brother that made him think about it for so long?"
Yuan Feng smiled bitterly and said: "I was outside just now, and I only heard the master say that there are too few people practicing martial arts in our jurisdiction, and we can't recruit many people who can fight. The general asked why there are so few people practicing martial arts, and the master said it was probably
There were no martial arts books, and the general said something strange. In anger, he kicked the master away and said, "I'm going to starve to death. I'm practicing shitty martial arts." That's all I heard.
"
"I'm almost starving to death, even Wu Wu..." Long Wanxin muttered several times.
Xuanyuan Shura's eyes lit up: "That makes sense. They are all starving to death. Who still has the energy and energy to spend several years practicing martial arts?"
"Does it make sense?" Long Wanxin suddenly asked.
"It makes sense." Xuanyuan Shura still said.
"It makes sense." Yuan Feng nodded.
Long Wanxin seemed to be talking to herself, as if she was talking to someone, and said with bright eyes: "It makes sense!"
While eating, Long Zhankui suddenly stood up, probably because he was hungry, and rushed into the barracks. He didn't care about anything, grabbed a bowl, and poured a bowl into the big pot of clear soup and little water.
, Gu Long drank several bowls.
It was as if he was going crazy, but his eyes were very bright. After drinking, Long Zhankui said to himself: "This ****, how can I get enough!"
Fang Hao ran to the top of Long Wanxin's carriage and was sitting basking in the sun. He suddenly looked towards the infantry camp and saw Long Zhankui in golden armor, who was very eye-catching.
Seeing Long Zhankui running towards this side at a strange speed, Fang Hao said calmly: "Do you understand better?"
"General, General, I understand..." Long Zhankui stood under the carriage excitedly and looked up at Fang Hao.
"What do you understand?" Fang Hao said calmly.
"Let them be well fed and clothed, and they will have the strength to practice martial arts!" Long Zhankui laughed and said, "Then I can recruit 300,000, 500,000 to 1 million soldiers!"
Fang Hao rolled his eyes: "How to keep them warm and well-fed?"
"Eradicate the rogue bandits in our territory, send troops to prevent and defend the border, let the civilians feel at ease, and promote production!" Long Zhankui said excitedly.
"Not too idiotic." Fang Hao just said lightly.
Despite this, Long Zhankui still felt that he had benefited a lot, as if he had been praised by Fang Hao. He was worthy of being a general who protects the country of Qi, and he has far-reaching knowledge.
However, Long Zhankui still had a question: "General, this can only change the expansion of our troop sources, but in decisive battles, masters of the Realm of Transformation are very important."
"I know what you mean. When people's lives are better, they will have some goals and ideas, and they will work hard for these goals and ideas. There are more people practicing martial arts, and some people with good qualifications will always carry forward. There is no shortage of martial arts in the territory.
Masters, don't they accept apprentices? Who wouldn't want to accept a disciple when they see a good seedling? Maybe he will become a top master in the future, and their masters will also be honored. Let's figure it out for ourselves. I want to go to bed, and Yang Shu has sent someone.
Come to me again!" Fang Hao said calmly and lay directly on the roof of the car. (To be continued)