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Chapter 361 Insolent strategic vision

Liu Mingzhi withdrew his gaze, and shook his head at Zhang Kuang's curious question: "It's nothing, maybe the kid is wrong."

"You boy, don't give the old man a sloppy eye, the old man will not spare you if you delay the renewal of weapons."

"Don't worry, General, since the boy dares to make a promise, he will definitely get things done, otherwise he will be sorry for His Majesty's kindness."

It was said to be kind, but Liu Mingzhi's tone was full of dissatisfaction. Anyone who was investigated would inevitably feel a little bit conflicted.

The three talked while walking, and Zhang Kuang introduced new things in the camp to Liu Mingzhi from time to time.

"General, let me ask you one more question, where are these recruits recruited from?"

"Every state and every prefecture has them, but most of them are from the north. Southerners and northern generals. You Jiangnan scholars who play politics really don't say that each is worse than the other. You have to rely on northerners to fight wars. To be honest, I won't do it because of you." If you are a scholar in the south of the Yangtze River, you will talk nonsense when you see people talking about people."

What Zhang Kuang said is not biased, but to tell the truth, the people in the land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River are indeed inferior to the men in the north in terms of fighting.

Leaving aside cultural edification, personality alone is not as good. However, he has a specialization in surgery, and Zhang Kuang is just telling the objective facts.

"This kid can't refute it. People from Jiangnan are indeed inferior to northerners in terms of physique. The kid has no objection. So are all these newly recruited soldiers from Dalong?"

"Of course, they are all from my Han family. The old man always trusts his own people when he uses soldiers. The old ancestor said well that people who are not of our race must have different hearts. The lesson of how much blood tells us that we should be careful when dealing with foreign races. You What is the boy asking these for?"

Holding the handle of the knife with one hand, Zhang Kuang explained the affairs of the barracks while walking, quite puzzled by Young Master Liu's nonsensical question.

"Nothing, just curious."

Liu Mingzhi smiled lightly and covered up the topic just now.

Zhang Kuang is an old fox, he knows that Liu Mingzhi will never ask the question of recruiting recruits for no reason, and the weirdness before and after all stems from the recruits Liu Mingzhi stopped to fetch water.

Could it be that there is something wrong with this recruit?
Zhang Kuang rolled his eyes twice, and muttered something to the guard beside him, who immediately nodded and turned back the way he came.

"Boy, the general prisoner in the army is right in front of you. When you get there, you can boldly order what to do. As long as you can produce what the old man wants, the general prisoner's five hundred craftsmen will all obey your orders."

Zhang Kuang stopped and pointed to a building that was emitting thick smoke. Before he entered, he could hear the clanging of irons and a few shouts from time to time.

Compared with the snow accumulated in other places in the camp, blue tiles had long been exposed on the house to be used as a prison, and the snow had long been melted away by the heat emitted from the house.

"It's enough to have the words of the general. To be honest, I'm really afraid that these proud craftsmen will look down on you, a scholar who only knows how to read."

In ancient times, not everyone could be called a craftsman at will. Those who can become craftsmen are definitely the best in all walks of life, and it is inevitable that they will be a little high-spirited.

Being told what to do by a boy and a half will definitely be unconvinced in the heart, and it is inevitable that there will be resistance.

"You can rest assured about this. The old man in the Longwuwei camp gave an order. Anyone who dares to disobey will be executed and hang his head for three days."

When Zhang Kuang said these words, his expression was majestic and his tone was decisive. The military orders in the barracks were like mountains, and an army that could not follow the orders and prohibitions would be defeated sooner or later.

"That's great, let's 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 his forehead sweat uncontrollably.

The high fire in the hall was rising, and many middle-aged men without shirts waved their sledgehammers in groups and beat the weapons in their hands.

Judging by the appearance of the iron under the tongs, it is definitely made of refined steel.

The hundred-refined refined steel of this era is not the kind of steel mentioned by later generations, but the excellent ironware that has been forged through thousands of years of tempering. Compared with ordinary ironware, it is more wear-resistant, and its hardness and toughness have been significantly improved, so it is called "Hundred Refined Refined Steel". steel.

Hundreds of people knocked and beat each other, those who pulled the bellows pulled the bellows, those who forged the iron forged the iron, and those who quenched the fire quenched it. The division of labor was clear, and there was even a prototype of an assembly line.

However, there are still some shortcomings. After all, some people have superb craftsmanship, and at a certain stage, it is indeed impossible for ordinary people to replace them.

The arrival of Zhang Kuang and Liu Mingzhi did not attract anyone's attention, and these people all entered a state of selflessness towards the guy in their hands.

Zhang Kuang took First Young Master Liu to the side of the weapon rack that had been built and stopped, picked up a ring knife and looked it over, first touched the blade with his hands, and then flicked the blade with his fingers, making a crisp and pleasant sound Passed out from the blade.

Zhang Kuang nodded in satisfaction and handed the knife to Liu Mingzhi: "Boy, how about the weapon made by the supervisor?"

First Young Master Liu took the Huan Shou Knife handed over by Zhang Kuang and weighed it: "A good knife, but it's a little too heavy. Not only can people with weak physiques not be able to exert the full strength of the weapon, but it will become a burden."

"You are right, that's why the old man is so concerned about the horizontal knife you made. It is much more powerful, and the weight of the weapon is lighter. It saves energy when used, and can increase the combat power of soldiers by about [-]%. That is to say, the soldiers of the dragon have a [-]% chance of winning before the battle."

"The general's words are too one-sided. The war is changing rapidly, and the general situation will never be changed just because of a single weapon. The key is how to use the army. Otherwise, it will not help the situation even if everyone has a magic weapon."

"That's right. Although the old man dare not say that he can use soldiers like a god, he still has some experience. Once the horizontal knife is equipped in the hands of the soldiers under the old man's command, its power will never be buried."

"Since the general values ​​Hengdao so much, why did he choose to build Modao? Isn't it okay to equip more Hengdao directly? Moreover, compared with Modao, Hengdao saves time and effort, and uses much less material, isn't it? It can even enhance the combat effectiveness of Longwuwei soldiers."

Zhang Kuang shook his head lightly: "Otherwise, the reason why this old man chose to equip Mo Dao is to restrain the enemy's cavalry. Compared with the enemy's cavalry, Dalong's cavalry is not a small shortcoming. Heng Dao can temporarily use the current standard weapon To make up for the shortage, the cavalry is not enough. It is impossible to change the gap between the dragon cavalry and the Turkic cavalry in a short time, so we must have a weapon that can defeat the enemy. It’s not the horizontal knife, but the Mo knife that can give the enemy a head-on blow, the old man still understands the truth that the two powers harm each other and take the lesser.”

After listening to Zhang Kuang's words, Liu Mingzhi had to admire Zhang Kuang's strategic vision. Even if he had thousands of years of post-mortem experience to make up for some deficiencies, marching and fighting wars is not a routine.

The set of pre-war etiquette before the Warring States Period has been destroyed by a handsome boy named Sun Wu. Now wars are played with tricks and tricks.

"The general is far-sighted, and the lower officials admire him."

(End of this chapter)