In the room, Chen Jinsong looked at Chu Ze, sighed helplessly, and said: "Since ancient times, there has been no way to have both ends. If you want to gain a foothold in the military, you must have prestige, and it is inevitable to take risks."
Chen Jinsong knows that if he wants to fight for power, this is inevitable.
Otherwise, how would Chen Xirui be used on the battlefield? The reason is not to establish prestige and gain military exploits.
"In this way, I will write you a note later. You go to the Military Supplies Department of the Ministry of War and get something for you and your subordinates. This will greatly increase your combat power." Chen Jinsong said.
Upon hearing this, Chu Ze was stunned: "What's in the munitions office?"
He really doesn't understand this thing.
"There are a lot of good things in the munitions department." Chen Jinsong sneered: "Why do you think His Majesty keeps those magicians? Their frontal combat power may be far inferior to that of warriors, but they can arrange formations,
Developing enhanced weapons brings more power than a single warrior! But there are many things, which are relatively expensive and the output is very small. Therefore, in the munitions department, whoever has the ability to produce more things will have stronger subordinates!"
"What else is there to say? Can they distribute the equipment privately?"
Chen Jinsong shook his head and said: "It is definitely impossible to divide privately, there are still rules. And everything will be recorded, but some things are ambiguous.
To put it simply, take the Ziwei Thunder Bead as an example. This thing is very powerful, but according to the court documents, only first-class troops in the army can use it. But even so, there are too many first-class troops, and there are simply not enough things.
Then who should be given or not given to whom? Isn’t this what the Munitions Department and the Ministry of War have the final say? I have an old face, I still have a bit of face, just say hello, you can get something that ordinary people can’t get!"
Hearing this, Chu Ze was overjoyed!
If you don't take advantage of it, you are a bastard.
This is the first time Chu Ze has come to the Ministry of War Yamen.
Chu Ze stepped inside and saw people coming and going, all wearing official uniforms.
Most of them are military uniforms, and so is Chu Ze.
When he arrived at the door, someone stopped him. The man was about forty or fifty years old. He looked at Chu Ze up and down and asked, "Which battalion are you from? What's your name, and what are you here for?"
"Chu Ze of the Forbidden Army Shanzi Camp, come to Mr. Wu from the Military Supplies Department to get some equipment!" Chu Ze said truthfully.
"After entering the door, turn right and walk forward. After walking through the twelve aisles, turn left and go all the way forward. This is the Military Supplies Department." The gatekeeper registered Chu Ze's name, purpose of visit, pointed out the route, and ignored him.
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The Ministry of War Yamen is very big. According to what the man said, Chu Ze walked for nearly half an hour before he saw where the military supplies department was!
Along the way, Chu Ze also met many people, some angry and some smiling.
The Munitions Department can be said to be a separate government office built within the Ministry of War.
When Chu Ze arrived, there was a long queue at the door.
Based on the clothing patterns, Chu Ze could see that many of them were officers of high rank.
"Damn it, I want to get 30,000 armor-piercing crossbows this time no matter what! I'm going to the border in the spring, and you're fooling me with some crudely made things!"
"Wu Papi is so stupid. I've come here four times. The Mingguang Armor that I promised him is out of stock. Sooner or later, I'm going to chop this bastard to death with a knife!"
"What do you mean? I've come here eight times. I just want a Heavenly Fire Formation plate. I won't give it to you. I wasted the last two days and even invited him to drink!"
The people at the door did not shy away from talking to each other about Wu Papi in the room.
After hearing this, Chu Ze had some idea in his mind.
It was just after the last person said it.
The others all looked at him strangely.
"Haha, you are really embarrassed to ask for the formation plate of the Sky Fire Formation? I'm afraid you are blinded by the lard. If he dares to give it to you, I will be the first to be unhappy!"
"What? You want to fight!?"
"Originally, who wouldn't want that thing? Why should I give you such a stupid son?"
"Song, I think you are looking for death!"
"Practice?"
"Practice, practice, practice!"
The two burly men went directly to the open space on one side and started fighting!
The people behind also cheered!
Chu Ze looked confused.
Fortunately, both of them did not use their real strength. They relied purely on physical strength. You punched and kicked me, and in conjunction with greetings to each other's relatives, the fight was very enjoyable.
Behind Chu Ze, new people soon arrived in line.
These people went in one by one. Some looked proud when they came out, showing off what good things they had got, and some even cursed when they came out.
Finally, it was Chu Ze's turn.
When Chu Ze walked into the room, a soldier immediately closed the door and motioned for him to go inside.
The room was also very large. When Chu Ze walked to the deepest part, he saw a thin, middle-aged man with a hooked nose and gloomy eyes sitting behind the desk.
"From Shanzi Camp? Which general received the equipment? Who approved it? Where is the official document?" the man asked casually.
Daxia's rank can also be seen based on the style of military uniforms. When a captain like Chu Ze comes, it is most likely that he comes to collect something from his superior. Wu Jinglong still welcomes such people.
No need to argue!
A school captain is not qualified to argue with him!
Chu Ze bowed and saluted, raised his head and said: "Chu Ze, the captain of the camp at Xiashanziying, came to get equipment for his troops. This is a note from Chen Guogong."
As he spoke, he took out Chen Jinsong's note from his pocket.
Wu Jinglong took the note and saw it read: "Jinglong's nephew, Chu Ze is my grandson-in-law. He is responsible for patrolling the city recently. There are many people in the city recently. Please allocate some extra equipment. Thank you Chen Jinsong."
The note also had Chen Jinsong's seal printed on it.
The note was written in a very low posture.
In fact, in Chen Jinsong's current situation, although he still has influence, he does not hold real power after all. If he is really awesome and gives orders to others, they may not listen.
On the contrary, given his status and being so polite, the other party could not refuse under any circumstances.
Wu Jinglong thought about it for a while, sighed and said: "The Duke is too polite. When the old man fought in the battlefield, I was just a child. How can I bear the words of thanks? In the early years, my father also served under the Duke.
, the two families also have feelings for each other, so don’t worry, I will take care of this matter."
As he said that, he took out a booklet from under his body, threw it to Chu Ze, and said with a smile: "Isn't it just the equipment for fifty people? My nephew can choose two items from here."
Chu Ze took the booklet and began to read it slowly.
There are many kinds here!
There are countless swords and swords alone.
"The flaming sword, when used, activates the energy, causing the sword to emit three feet of flames, burning the enemy!"
"The light sword, when used, can reduce the loss of energy and the strength of swinging the sword"
"The armor-piercing knife, when used, stimulates the energy to increase the sharpness."
Seeing Chu Ze's choice, Wu Jinglong shook his head and sighed: "My position is not easy to sit in, and it offends people. Look at the people outside. If you give them something, they think it is appropriate, but what if you don't give it to them? That's what they have in mind.
I’m not angry, some items are out of stock, so there will inevitably be a sequence, but no one wants to get them late!”
Yes, it's all about the lives of yourself and your subordinates. Who is willing to take less?