"It may be difficult for the cavalry to borrow strength. The requirements for strength and accuracy of holding a sword will be very high. I am afraid that the king's method will not work."
Fei Yi turned around and poured cold water on Zhao Yong's head.
After hearing what Fei Yi said, everyone immediately reacted, as if this was the case.
It's not that they don't have this common sense. How could soldiers who have been on the battlefield all year round not understand these principles?
It's just that I was surprised by Zhao Yong's actions and frightened by the majesty of the monarch, so I ignored this obvious loophole.
Zhao Yong has never been on the battlefield, and everything he said is his theoretical point of view. Not practiced.
"However, an elite force can be screened out. It only takes a hundred riders or can break through a formation of a thousand people." Fei Yi then said.
Fei Yi actually knew what the problem was. Zhao Yong had already told him about it in Daidi last time. It's just that wide sleeves and large clothes are not conducive to immediate combat. Not only does it affect the ability to exert force, but it may also be difficult to travel long distances.
"The captain's strategy is feasible. Ordinary soldiers are not strong enough, but we can individually select an elite cavalry." Someone agreed.
To them, the monarch's idea was just an attempt, and there would be little loss if it failed.
After all, the role of cavalry now is to harass. Break the formation? Still have to use chariots and foot soldiers.
Zhao Yong ignored them. What Zhao Yong wanted was more than such a trivial matter. That doesn't make much sense.
He raised his head and glanced at the cavalrymen in front who were practicing riding and shooting. Looking at the fluttering sleeves and the bows and arrows, Zhao Yong always felt that there was something awkward.
Riding a horse is more about standing than riding. When the horse is walking normally, it is fine for people to sit on it, but once it starts running and sprinting, if you sit on it, your butt will definitely be screwed up.
During this period, the cavalry was equipped with complete saddles, but no stirrups, which was very detrimental to horse fighting. Therefore, the main weapon of the cavalry was bows and arrows. The battles were mainly mounted shooting, and a small amount of daggers were used in combat.
To put it bluntly, they are all light cavalry.
Without stirrups, the knight had to hold the horse's belly tightly with his thighs, and he had to adjust the angle of force when shooting. It may be difficult for people without training to mount a horse.
With stirrups, it's different. People can put their weight on their feet, making it easier to exert force, and the angle of exerting force is naturally more variable.
There is also horse armor. If you want to form a heavy cavalry, horse protection is necessary. Otherwise, his mount would be shot to death before he could reach the enemy's foot soldiers.
Of course, if you don't change the law and change the clothes, it's all in vain. This time I came to the military camp to vaccinate these generals in advance.
Zhao Yong made some remarks during the last court meeting, but the result was opposition from the entire court. Among them, several ministers belonging to the Zhao clan had the strongest reaction, especially the old guy Zhao Yan.
But these days, the 'Hu Ben Plan' seems to be working well. Under Zhao Yong's intentional promotion, many ministers of the family have secretly accepted this product.
In fact, it was not because Zhao Yong was benevolent, but because he was not allowed to be like this. After all, the operation of the entire Zhao country was indispensable for the joint efforts of the monarch and his ministers. Fighting in the inner circle is also a waste of national strength. It would be best if it can be resolved peacefully. Removing an important minister hastily may cause a greater chain reaction.
He has ordered the palace servants to make him a narrow-sleeved top and trousers, and he will set an example when the time comes. When the time comes, they will no longer be able to control them. If there are any more stubborn people then, they will be killed to serve as a warning to others!
After working for a long time, Zhao Yong got up and said goodbye to the troops. Before leaving, he rewarded the sergeants with a large amount of money and goods. It was considered as an early reward for the troops. It won't be long before these soldiers will go to the battlefield again.
Amid loud cheers, Zhao Yong led the crowd and rode out of Beida Camp.
At this time, Fei Yi came up from behind on horseback and said to Zhao Yong, "I have a question I would like to ask the king."
Zhao Yong glanced at him and said, "Master Fei just said it doesn't matter."
"What I want to ask is not about the reform of the military system, but why the monarch agreed to the Prime Minister's attack on Qin in the palace yesterday?" Fei Yi asked the doubts in his heart.
Now that we have the opportunity to make peace with Qin, it is a good time to set our sights on the north. Now, joining forces to attack Qin will not bring any benefit to Zhao.
He had wanted to ask Zhao Yong for a long time, but he had never been able to find the chance. In Fei Yi's opinion, Zhao Yong should not be able to clearly understand the current situation.
Zhao Yong raised his head and glanced at the sun in the sky, turned to Fei Yi and said, "After returning to the palace, I will talk to Master Fei in detail."
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Summer in the North is like this. It rained just the day before yesterday and it didn't stop for two days. Now there are dark clouds again, as if a new round of storm is brewing.
The weather also became unusually dry and dull. After returning to Longtai Palace, Zhao Yong changed into clean silk clothes and immediately sent palace officials to bring ice cubes to relieve the heat.
Yes, there was a 'tradition' of ice storage at this time. In order to ensure that ice is available for use in summer, princes from various countries also established corresponding management agencies.
For example, the State of Zhao has a special "Bingzheng", and the person in charge is called "Lingren". The establishment of this department is not small, with dozens of "employees" in total. Generally starting from December every winter, workers began to collect natural ice and transport it to an ice cellar called "Lingyin" for storage for the palace.
"Master Fei has a glass of ice wine to relieve the heat first." Zhao Yong handed a wine glass to Fei Yi.
Ice is a rare thing nowadays, and every vassal state has the habit of giving ice to ministers.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the wine." Fei Yi took the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, "I wonder if Your Majesty can clear up my doubts for me."
Zhao Yong ignored him and filled himself up again. This was his first time drinking alcohol. It was bitter and sweet, and he had endless aftertaste after drinking it, without any feeling of being high.
No wonder there are so many people in this era who can't get drunk after a thousand cups. "Don't be anxious, Master Fatty. Let's take a drink first."
Fei Yi looked at his king's appearance and had no choice but to accept his kindness.
"Your Majesty, there is a woman outside the palace who claims to be from the Mo family and wants to come into the palace to meet her." Chen Zhong said outside the palace.
"The great order invites her in on my behalf."
"Here."
After a while, a beautiful figure walked out of the hall.
"My concubine, Luo Huanhuan, pays homage to Marquis Zhao. I have met Dr. Feiyi." Luo Huanhuan entered the hall and bowed respectfully to the two people who were drinking.
"Come on, Coral, sit down next to me and drink some ice wine to relieve the heat." Zhao Yong was obviously a little drunk in his words.
"Monarch..." Fei Yi said helplessly.
He didn't know why his king was inviting people from the Mo family at this time. Fei Yi also knew that this girl had some unclear relationship with his king. But he still reminded Zhao Yong to pay attention to etiquette in front of guests.
"It doesn't matter, Hualu is one of our own. Come on, come on." Zhao Yong waved his hand.
The girl slightly stretched out the hem of her long ocher skirt, with a sweet smile on her face, and sat down beside Zhao Yong leisurely: "Thank you, Marquis Zhao, for your gift."
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