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776: Talking on paper

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    After looking at the armor, he finally focused on his opponent's weapons.

    The first thing was the fire blunderbuss. In the haste, the green soldiers had no time to do more damage and just bent the blunderbuss tube on the stone.  This made the general of the Hou Jin Army who captured it very happy. He thought that since it was completely captured, he could show it to the craftsmen and maybe they could imitate it.

    Huang Taiji thought so at first, but after taking the fire gun in his hand, he felt that this idea was unlikely to be realized-the exquisite structure and the meticulousness of material processing were definitely beyond the capabilities of post-gold technology.  Got it.  Even if Huang Taiji himself is not very familiar with craftsmanship, he can easily see this - after all, he must be using the best things in the entire Later Jin Dynasty.  He doesn't need to understand technology, but he knows exactly where Houjin's technical upper limit is.

    However, thinking of luck, he still summoned the leader of the craftsmen accompanying the army and an old craftsman with the best skills, and asked them to take a good look at the short-haired firegun from the inside out, and then asked:

    "How about it? Is it possible to imitate it?"

    Seeing that both of them had troubled expressions on their faces, Huang Taiji sighed secretly and stopped forcing them. He shook his head and said:

    “So, it’s possible to repair this gun, right?”

    The leader of the craftsmen was a Manchu and was not very proficient in technology. He was sure that the first question would not work, but now it was hard to say, so he turned his attention to the old craftsman next to him.  The old craftsman was a Han Chinese, but he had been taken captive by Hou Jin for many years, and he had already adapted to the life here.  He can survive in a place like Houjin, so he naturally has a philosophy of survival.  At this time, he held the gun in his hand and looked at it over and over for a long time. Then he knelt down and kowtowed to Huang Taiji:

    "Master, I can straighten the outside of this blunderbuss, but I'm afraid the holes inside are uneven and the bludgeon will fly everywhere, so it's still useless."

    Huang Taiji remained calm and asked in a deep voice:

    "Can't you change the barrel?"

    The old craftsman still kowtows:

    "Replying to the master, when we make gun barrels here, they are wrapped in layers of wrought iron sheets. But the short-haired one is drilled out of a fine steel stick. We really can't do this. And if we change it  If you use an iron blunderbuss barrel, the blunderbuss body at the back also needs to be replaced, so it will be no different from our own blunderbuss."

    Before he finished speaking, the leader of the craftsmen next to him kicked him, staggering him, and cursed angrily:

    “Old pig dog, how dare you keep saying no to what the master has asked you to do, go back and see if I can’t kill you!”

    The craftsman didn’t struggle after being kicked, he just lay on the ground silently.  Huang Taiji could naturally tell that they were acting, so he didn't tell the truth and just sighed softly:

    "We can't even repair what short hair can make"

    This time the leader of the craftsmen also knelt on the ground, shouting "The slave is incompetent, the slave deserves to die" while kowtowing repeatedly.

    Huang Taiji pondered for a moment and waved his hand:

    "Go down."

    When the two people went down, they saw that there was an auxiliary weapon on the corpse, which was a dagger inserted in a leather sheath on the waist.  There is no need to take a closer look at this. The short-haired dagger is definitely excellent, but the good thing is that it is made of steel, and there is definitely no way to copy it.

    But Hauge was very keen on the dagger, and Huang Taiji promised to give it to him, but asked him to wait for a while.

    Huang Taiji once again asked the previous guard to come over and asked him to put on all the equipment of the short-haired soldiers. Regardless of the size difference and the blood stains on the clothes, he took off his clothes, pants and shoes and put them on.

    Afterwards, Huang Taiji walked around the "green-skinned soldier" several times, folding his arms and falling into deep thought.  Upon seeing this, the Houjin nobles present knew that the Great Khan was thinking of ways to defeat the enemy.  Hou Jin has been able to reach this day and has encountered many powerful enemies, but every time the Khan thinks about it like this, he always comes up with countermeasures.

    Therefore, the Houjin nobles did not dare to disturb the Great Khan, and silently exited the tent and left. Before leaving, they also took away the Mongolian Taiji who did not know where they were. Only Bellehaug stayed, standing beside his father, listening to him.  He muttered silently:

    "This is just a soldier, a green-skinned soldier"

    …………

    "I am a soldier, from the common people! Defeated the red-haired invaders and eliminated the pirate army!"

    In the loud singing, the troops in green clothes rolled forward along the Canal Avenue.  Next to it, in the North Canal, which is almost parallel to the road, are tankers loaded with military supplies, heading in the same direction.  BoatmanThe young men also often follow military supplies, but this is the first time they see an army that can sing happily while marching. The confidence and smiles on the faces of those young people are really heavenly compared to the Ming Dynasty's local army.  Different places.

    "The morale of the short-haired soldiers and horses is really high!"

    The civil and military officials of the Ming Dynasty who followed Qiong Haijun all sighed like this, while the more knowledgeable ones paid attention to another point:

    "Their marching speed is so fast!"

    ——According to most military books, the normal marching speed of an army dominated by infantry is thirty miles per day. This is "one house". If you march in a hurry, you can speed up, but your physical strength will be greatly affected and it will be delayed.  There are so many stragglers that without rest and replenishment, it will be impossible to undertake combat missions. If they are attacked, they will inevitably collapse.  That is to say, "If you can make a profit at a hundred miles, you will defeat the general; if you can make a profit at fifty miles, the army will be half-reached."

    The armies of the Ming Dynasty are mixed, and even now there are not many that can reach the normal marching speed of thirty miles.  As for the green-skinned troops in front of them, even though they had been holed up in Tianjin Port for more than a month, they had not moved.  But once they left the city, their lively appearance shocked everyone - their marching speed was more than thirty miles per hour!  A hundred miles a day is just a normal speed for them.

    Of course, being able to achieve this is not only based on high morale. The short-haired army can achieve such efficiency by combining the advantages of all aspects, from the soldiers' shoes, leggings, and carrying equipment to the delineation of the overall route and the use of roads  .

    Zhang Shize, the young prince of the British government, has a family background since he was a child. He has studied the military books and tactics left by his ancestors for many years. Although he lacks actual battle experience, he feels that he is more than enough to be a paper-talking Zhao Kuo.

    This time I came to Tianjin. On the one hand, I was entrusted by my elders to represent the major noble families in the capital to see what this political force that had recently emerged in the South China Sea was like and whether it was worth their investment.  Many female relatives, including my cousin, have been entrusted to him, but just having a relative relationship and truly treating him as a supporter are completely different things!

    On the other hand, he himself also wanted to have a close look at Qiongzhen's world-famous army management skills - it is said that Qiongzhen's elite soldiers and horses were the best among all military towns in the Ming Dynasty.  But in the past, people's attention was more on the short-haired equipment and their exaggeratedly abundant supplies, and not much attention was paid to the short-haired army itself.

    Qiong Haijun graciously agreed to his request, and after personally following the Short-haired Army for a day, Zhang Shize felt that his previous concept of war was probably a bit biased.  He had never thought that there were so many things to pay attention to when commanding an army - among other things, here in Qiongzhen, just one marching step and various rules opened Zhang Shize's eyes.

    Zhang Shize has never personally led an army or fought in a war in his life, but his ancestor Zhang Fu once led an army to Annan and had great experience in long-distance marches of large armies.  Zhang Fu wrote down his military experience in notes and passed it down to his descendants - this is also the core content of the Ming Dynasty's inheritance from generation to generation.

    According to Zhang Fu’s records, the long-distance march of large troops is actually the most test of a general’s commanding ability.  Factors such as battles between armies, baggage transportation, weather conditions, and morale will all have the most direct impact on the marching speed of the troops.  When an army of tens of thousands of people goes into battle, the forwards often have to camp for a rest after walking for a whole day, while the rearguards are still where they are.  If the arrangement is not good, it is not unheard of for an army to collapse on its own while walking.

    However, the main short-haired generals did not seem to need to consider this kind of problem. They threw all such troubles to an organization called the "General Staff".  In Shorthair's staff, the overall march was divided into each day, and each day's journey was broken down into several sections.  For each section of the road, they accurately calculated how many troops could pass through at the same time and recorded them on paper.

    On the short-haired side, marching does not rely on the morale of the soldiers or the agitation ability of the generals, but becomes a series of very mechanical and boring numbers.  Including which troops set out when, when they camped, which route they took, how far they marched every day, and even the distance between each soldier, all were taken into consideration and compiled into one piece through complex calculations.  plan.  In the end, the entire army acted according to these plans.

    Zhang Shize is a very self-aware person. When his noble disciples gather internally and talk about military affairs, he can always speak clearly and eloquently. He can be called a theoretical expert.  But when others complimented him, he always used Zhao Kuo to laugh at himself, saying that he would only be an armchair strategist in this life.

    Since Changping, talking about military affairs on paper has always been treated as a joke, just like a scholar in charge of an army.  However, what Zhang Shize saw this time was that Qionghai Town, the strongest army in the Ming Dynasty today, actually relied on a large number of documentsand numbers are running their armies, and doing them well.

    Zhang Shize suddenly began to feel that the notes of his ancestors and the military strategies he had read while sitting in his study all these years were not completely useless.  It seems that fighting is not something that those old military leaders in the border army who are illiterate and have climbed up by chopping off people's heads say: as long as you are brave, strong, dare to fight, dare to charge, and have a little luck, you can win.

    At least this time, after the Tatars, who were bolder, more powerful, and better at beheading people, rushed to the gates of the capital, those frontier soldiers who always showed off their seniority in front of their noble sons all shrank their necks.  .  I don’t even dare to brag about it.  On the contrary, these polite naval staff officers in front of them, who were always writing and drawing on paper, looked at the Tatar soldiers as if they were dead people when they talked about it - even though the strength gap between the two sides was nearly ten times, they were  It seems to be nothing to them.

    They only need to draw up a combat plan on paper and then hand it over to the troops for implementation.  They eliminated the enemy in the paper deduction, and they would definitely be able to do it in actual combat - the staff officers were really so confident.

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