Ming Zuo

Chapter 88: Bi Maokang's Experience (1)

The gates of the barracks were open, and groups of soldiers were practising in the field singing songs.

Bi Maokang was about to enter, but was stopped.

"Sir, you can't enter."

Although the guard looked serious and carried a machete, his words were very polite.

Bi Maokang was quite surprised by the title of "Old Mister", and he tasted it carefully and found it to be very good.

He smiled and said, "This old man is Bi Maokang. I met with you thousands yesterday."

The guards were not accommodating.

"You are not a soldier of this camp, and you are not allowed to enter without communication."

After eating a closed door, Bi Maokang scratched his head, and the military discipline of the rear camp could not help but greatly improve.

But his servant did not allow his master to be humiliated. He stepped forward and scolded: "You bastard, do you know the identity of the master of my family? If it is known by your family, you will be skinned."

Instead, the guard looked over contemptuously.

"My family has said that the wind and rain can enter this military camp, and the emperor cannot enter without passing the news. Is this old gentleman more noble than the emperor?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone changed color.But the chilling aura that blows in his face is really heart-pounding.

Bi Maokang noticed that there was a very tall sentry tower on the inside of the door.There are also soldiers standing guard above. The difference is that the soldiers above have changed to the new muskets they tested yesterday.

The musket can attack from a distance, so it is enough to control the battalion gate on the sentry tower.

Just based on the words of the guard, if someone dares to break in, I am afraid that the sentry tower will really shoot directly.

Bi Maokang was here to investigate, not to inquire, so he was calm.

"In this case, please notify the thousand seats of your army, and say that Bi Maokang is visiting."

The guard did not enter, but beckoned inside, and another soldier stepped forward.The two whispered, and the soldier quickly entered.

Bi Maokang suddenly changed color.

Because he never found out where the other soldier was before.

In other words, this camp gate is actually guarded by three people.

He only noticed the guard and the sentry, but he didn't know that there was another hidden in the dark.

If this is the enemy's battalion, even if the guards and sentries can be dealt with, they will inevitably be found and warned by the dark sentry, which will lead to the failure of the sneak attack.

That young man, running the army like this, is really terrifying.

Soon, the figures in the barracks were in a hurry, and Zuo Menggeng personally greeted them.

"I said goodbye yesterday, I thought the Duke of Dongjiao had abandoned me. I'm lucky to see you again today."

Bi Maokang couldn't laugh.

"I don't know if what you're doing is right or wrong. I want to walk around with you and take a look, okay?"

Zuo Menggeng was very happy.

"Except for the gunpowder factory, Dongjiao Gong can see anything he wants."

Seeing his open-hearted appearance, even stating the taboos outright, Bi Maokang couldn't help but be a little convinced.

Over the years, I have seen countless people, and I don't know how many people have been famous for a long time.However, such a person with such a broad mind is unique.

"Then show me around."

Bi Maokang's servant was arranged to rest, and Zuo Menggeng personally accompanied him and strolled in the barracks.

Zuo Menggeng knew very well that Bi Maokang had obviously reached a critical period of ideological change at this time.

Whether or not this talent can be harvested depends on today.

The most important thing is to let Bi Maokang see the difference between this small world and the decadent Ming Dynasty.

As soon as the barracks came in, it was a long trail.

It is very wide and flat, with many signboards erected on both sides, with various words written on it.

Bi Maokang didn't say anything. He looked at them one by one and found that the content above was so plain and so thought-provoking.

[From the people, to the people. 】

[Three disciplines and eight points of attention. 】

[Don't forget yesterday's hardships, fight for the people! 】

"It's all what you think?"

How could Zuo Menggeng dare to take credit?

"Isn't that reasonable?"

The hard part is those who sum up these truths and put them into practice.

He is just learning from those great men, not afraid or forgetting.

"Since ancient times, the establishment of new dynasties has always been a case of humiliating the people and taking on the people's reputation. There are many people who understand this, but no dynasties can persevere."

Zuo Menggeng did not agree with Bi Maokang's words.

"Are those dynasties really for the people? When the world is in chaos, it's just a slogan to win the hearts and minds of the people. The flood is just so that the people can eat and not die of starvation."

Bi Maokang laughed dumbly.

"You brag, do you think it's so easy to let all the people eat?"

Zuo Menggeng showed his sharp edge.

"No matter how difficult it is, we must do it. Once any dynasty or any country loses the foundation of the people, it will be a castle in the air, sand in the wind, and it will only disappear in an instant."

Bi Maokang was forced to face it by his sharpness, and said in a daze: "For thousands of years, countless people with lofty ideals have wanted to do this.

It's useless to say it, you have to let the elderly feel it on the ground.

"Dongjiao Gong may wish to take a closer look."

The two have already walked to the school grounds, where there are also soldiers training.

Some were walking in line, while others were holding a long wooden stick on the right shoulder, and the other end was even hung with a rope tied to a stone.

It was obvious that some soldiers had numb arms, and the wooden sticks kept shaking.But no one put down, and always insisted on gritted teeth.

"What are they doing?"

Bi Maokang had never seen such a training method.

"They are practicing the stability of shooting. When shooting with a musket, the gun will shake. But the muzzle shakes a little bit up and down, left and right, and when it is [-] meters away, it is very different. If you want to shoot accurately, the stability is very good. important."

Afraid that Bi Maokang would not understand, Zuo Menggeng picked up a stick and drew it on the ground.

The two fan-shaped lines starting from the muzzle made Bi Maokang suddenly realize.

"Have you even noticed this? Not bad. I'm really looking forward to it now. Your soldiers went to the battlefield and looked like when they met Donglu."

Jurchen?
Zuo Menggeng really didn't pay attention.

The training on the school ground was not quiet, and the soldiers on the other side, who were also holding wooden sticks, shouted loudly.

"One, two, thorns!"

"kill!"

As the soldiers burst into the sky, the wooden sticks stabbed forward with all their might.Once you've done this, repeat it over and over again.

Some instructors were still walking among them, drinking and asking.

"Where are you from?"

The soldiers' answers were uniform.

"The common people."

"Who is behind you?"

"Parents, wife and children!"

"What are you going to do?"

"Defend the family and the country!"

The gust of wind and waves swept over, causing Bi Maokang to retreat, but fortunately he was supported by Zuo Menggeng.

"Being a soldier is not for wages... Being a soldier is only for protecting the family and defending the country... If all the warriors in the world have this heart, why worry about it?"

Zuo Menggeng didn't say anything, even Bi Maokang knew that he expected the Daming army to achieve this state...

It might be better to count on a natural disaster to wipe out all the eastern captives.

Walking through the school grounds, it was still lively.

Under a big tree, many soldiers were sitting together.There is a blackboard hanging on the big tree with many characters and pinyin written on it.

A soldier about their age was giving a lecture.

"If you understand this word, it means that what others said, you understand it. Come, read it with me, you have to...ong...understand!"

The soldiers followed the lessons one after another, shaking their heads, which reminded Bi Maokang of the children in the private school.

"They...are actually reading and studying?"

Amazing.

Qiu Ba, who wields knives and guns, murders and sets fires, is actually reading and reading.

Bi Maokang felt that something must have gone wrong.

Zuo Menggeng was very proud.

"Yes, the younger generation requires that the entire army must read and read. Poor knowledge will affect promotion and make it impossible to become an officer."

Bi Maokang couldn't figure it out.

"Left and right are just killing Chinese, what's the use of reading and literacy?"

Zuo Menggeng felt that it was necessary for the old gentleman to change his views on the army.

"Who said that soldiers don't need to read and read? If you don't know how to read, and you don't know the map before your eyes, how can you command battles? Famous generals from ancient times, Sun Wu, Han Xin, Li Jing, etc., which one is not a generation of both civil and military?"

He added: "Besides, do these people still fight wars all their lives? When they reach a certain age, they can no longer continue to be soldiers. They must also have skills, right? Read some books, know some words, no matter what they do or learn. Much faster."

After seeing both sides, Bi Maokang already knew that this young man was bold, but he did not expect it to be so big.

"There are rules in the country, and military households have been passed down from generation to generation, so how can you leave without permission?"

Zuo Menggeng's military temperament is not a patient to explain.

"The junior here has the final say."

It was the first time that Bi Maokang saw such a domineering person, and he just wanted to persuade him.

"kill!!!!"

The suffocating aura from the direction of the school ground made him wisely shut his mouth.

This young man can indeed call the shots.

(End of this chapter)