Become the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, Chongzhen!

Chapter 55
Relying on his housekeeping skills, Gu Yiqi successfully recruited a group of warriors.

In addition, after Zhu Youjian promised to divide the teams, he would replenish weapons and shields for the soldiers, so more tribal fighters who wanted to prostitute a knife for nothing joined Gu Yiqi's team.

Then, we arrived at Cheng Kuo, or Jiahui's shooter camp.

Of course, Gu Yiqi's method Cheng Kuo is not easy to replicate.

The savage Jurchen warriors fished and hunted a lot, and their bow and arrow skills were still very reliable. If there was a real comparison, Cheng Kuo would not be able to stand out among the hundreds of experienced archers.

So simple and crude.

Cheng Kuo picked up his Lumi gun and told everyone that Zhu Youjian wanted to form a small firearms battalion.

Those who want to learn how to use firecrackers should enter the shooter camp first, and then learn. Whoever learns first can hold a firecracker first.

As soon as this remark came out, the crowd made a small noise for a while.

Regarding the firecrackers, the tribal fighters were more curious than afraid of rejection.

In their view, this is the power that belongs to the gods in the sky.

And because gunpowder and firearms are rare and dangerous, Zhu Youjian used them steadily at first thought.

And this, in the eyes of the tribal warriors, those who can master it must have its extraordinary qualities.

For example, Wuerte, Jiahui, and the chiefs are all powerful warriors.

Although Jianzhou people also used firearms, our chiefs and warriors were stronger, so they were killed and the firearms were robbed.

Now Cheng Kuo was going to pick a gunner from among them, and in their view, Cheng Kuo was going to pick fifty strong men, warriors, among them to control this powerful weapon.

Being able to change from a barbarian archer to a musketeer is a good thing that cannot be missed. Even leaders like Churgan who stay in the Black Flag Fort are eager to try.

I used to be addicted to double-barreled shotguns.

This time, they don't want to miss the fire gun.

So it's very simple, without even needing Zhu Youjian to speak, the assignment of soldiers is over.

The only difference is that the number of cattle records is not the same as expected.

And in the end, the fifty Han Chinese who could participate in the battle as soldiers were not included in the three cattle records.

So simply, when the savages were talking about tomorrow's musketeer selection competition, Zhu Youjian gathered the fifty Han people, distributed simple knives, bows and weapons, and used them as a reserve force after wearing black clothes.

After a series of arrangements were made, there was a lot of commotion in the Black Flag Fort.

There were Jinyiwei supervisors, and the Han people worked in an orderly manner. The trees outside the Black Flag Fort disappeared one by one. After the holes were dug, they were nailed down one by one, and the wooden walls spread rapidly.

And in a rare open space in the outer city of the fortress, an archery competition is in full swing.

Because of the fierce competition, only fighters who hit the red heart of the target three times in a row are eligible to learn and then try to fire a firecracker once.

It was crackling intermittently all afternoon. Those who were selected were proud of carrying the firecrackers. Those who were not selected also smashed their mouths and said that it was fun to watch the guns. ring.

Don't mention how crooked it really is.

A good shooter who can hit the bull's-eye with three shots is not bad if he can hit the bull's-eye once with a musket!

It's just a little bit more powerful.

We are not rare!
In the end, with a hint of sourness, fifty musketeers were also armed.

It's just that Zhu Youjian didn't want them to shoot too many guns, and now there are not enough bullets for them to practice casually, so these fifty musketeers received a bow in addition to muskets.

This is so that when they are in a hurry, if it is difficult to reload due to lack of proficiency, they have to immediately drop the firecrackers and draw out their bows and arrows to shoot.

These fifty firecrackers are just to frighten Jiannu.

In Zhu Youjian's expectation, given the previous defeat, if Jiannu launched another crusade, its strength should be four to five thousand.

With such a force, even if the reinforcements from all the tribes arrived, it would still be a fierce battle with great disparity in strength.

If you really want to decide the victory, the double-barreled shotgun counts as one.
Thinking about it, Zhu Youjian looked at those surrounded by tree branches and fences, and the pits faced outside the walls of Black Flag Fort, about a person deep pit.

This also counts as one.

This is the end of the war preparations, and if there are too many, it will slow down.

Now the remaining problem in Black Flag Fort is logistics. If there is no output, there must be income channels, such as looting.

"Ah! Rich, rich! Rich!"

Inside the carriage, Jin Yiwei's Xiuchun Knife pressed against a bloated blue-clothed old man, causing him to scream loudly.

The Jin Yiwei next to him was impatient, and patted his neck with the back of his knife. The old man in blue suddenly contorted his face, closed his eyes and let out a 'squeak', and then froze.

"All right, all right, I finally met someone who can speak Chinese, don't be scared to death, look, I'm all peeing, hey—"

Jin Yiwei slapped his face twice contemptuously while making a noise, and took two steps back.

The Jin Yiwei, who was holding the knife around the old man's neck, was also a little hesitant. He covered his face with one hand and asked in disgust: "Our brother is borrowing money, do you understand borrowing money? I will pay you back after borrowing it, and I will borrow it from you as well." Once you use it, as long as you help the brothers find a decent place to live, and then serve the brothers for two days, we will have a reward, understand?"

The old man closed his eyes and didn't intend to open them, and he just nodded violently upon hearing this.

"Tsk, okay, I'll give you half a stick of incense to take it easy."

Saying that, the three Jin Yiwei got out of the carriage.

"It's done?"

"It's over, let me just say, the North Koreans I saw along the way didn't have any color on them, they were all gray and black, but the curtains of this carriage are blue, and they can speak Chinese, for sure A little money."

"Don't be an official."

"Without flowers, birds, fish and animals, without patterns, and an ordinary carriage, what kind of official can it be? Besides, we are in North Korea."

"that's true."

Jin Yiwei nodded, thinking of the civil servants of Ming Dynasty.

Ugh.

We Jinyiwei are afraid of being suppressed, and we have ptsd.

"Hey, who is that, still moving, isn't it? Grandpa, that's it."

Just as he was sighing, the Jin Yiwei caught a glimpse of the blue-clothed old man's entourage guards squatting not very honestly, and was about to wave his horsewhip immediately, when a burst of Korean words came from the carriage behind, those people immediately became honest, and kowtowed to the Jin Yiwei for forgiveness .

"How many heroes are from Daming?"

Afterwards, the old man's voice came out of the carriage suddenly, but it was much more stable now.

The three Jinyiwei who had just exited looked back, only to see that the old man had already changed into new clothes in a muffled voice, and walked out cautiously, cupping his hands at them.

"Why, isn't it obvious enough?"

"Obviously obvious."

The old man responded again and again, while lowering his head, his eyes were sneakily looking around the group of Jin Yiwei.

(End of this chapter)