There is an open space in front of the arsenal specially used for weapons drills, and it occupies a large area.
At the door of the forging room, Zhao Yong had already ordered someone to bring a war horse. The horse was already covered with a full set of equipment for cavalry's daily training.
Zhao Yong took two steps forward to take the reins, and casually took the red tassel gun beside him.
The eunuch immediately lay down on the ground to serve as a meat stool. Zhao Yong lightly touched the eunuch's back, then skillfully turned over and jumped onto the horse's back.
All the ministers of Zhao State showed surprised expressions, and for a moment they didn't know what the secret of their king was.
Maybe Zhao Yong didn't look like a warrior riding a horse to kill.
Although Zhao Yong has been traveling around a lot in recent times and his skin has tanned a bit, overall his cheeks are still quite fair, and the clothes he is wearing today are not conducive to riding a horse.
Zhao Yong then turned his horse's head and asked everyone: "Do you see any problem?"
"Your Majesty is saying that the saddle and saddle are not suitable?" Ou Yebo replied.
Zhao Yong shook his head, then put the spear lightly under his arm and held the gun body forward with his right hand.
"Drive." He shouted, lightly clamped the horse's belly with his legs, held the reins in one hand, and rushed out with the spear in the other. He was going to demonstrate it himself.
This was also Zhao Yong's first attempt to sprint on horseback while carrying a long weapon. Perhaps because he had this talent in his genes, the whole process was smooth and without any sense of disobedience.
The ministers of Zhao State were dumbfounded. They were a little incredible at the new tricks their king had come up with. Can this be used on a horse?
Fei Yi also nodded secretly. He had already heard Zhao Yong mention it last time in the standing camp. At that time, he thought that Zhao Yong was just whim and wanted to stir things up, but now it seems that there is indeed something to be done.
that is……
Zhao Yong rushed out of the way. Zhao Yong turned the horse's head again and rushed back again. At this time, he was ready to wave the spear with both hands. He clamped his legs tightly on the horse's belly to use force, but it seemed a bit difficult to change his movements, and his strength was completely insufficient!
The spear in Zhao Yong's hand immediately flew out.
"Your Majesty!" Everyone exclaimed loudly and immediately rushed to surround him.
The guards guarding the side hurriedly stepped forward and reined in their horses.
"I'm fine." Zhao Yong dismounted the horse, took the silk scarf handed by the eunuch, wiped his forehead, and sat down on the stool.
After all this tossing, he was already covered in sweat and his arms were trembling.
Just now, Zhao Yong could only swing the spear at the end of his arm, and all the striking power came from his shoulders and shoulder muscles. Although the tactics and movements just now were not complicated, the strength required was quite large. A spear weighed about five or six kilograms.
Now it seems that without stirrups, changing moves and borrowing force are simply nonsense. It would be good if you can stabilize the gun body with your own strength.
No wonder that before there were stirrups, the knight could only serve as a fast-moving archer or shooter.
There was also this gorgeous uniform. Zhao Yong had to complain again. Just now he turned the gun body and the gun barrel hooked on the lower part of his clothes. Otherwise, he wouldn't have let go.
Don't even think about organizing a group of decent cavalry.
Zhao Yong took a deep breath, drank a glass of water, and then walked to the horse.
He said to the ministers: "How?"
"Cavalry operations require a high level of physical fitness. Your Majesty wants to organize a group of Changshu cavalry?" Zhao Bao replied with an incredulous look on his face.
All the ministers present had been on the battlefield, so they had naturally seen the problem. Changshen's cavalry is simply too whimsical and too weak.
Zhao Yong nodded and said: "Yes, the reason why it is difficult for cavalry to fight with swords, guns, swords and halberds is simply because the strength and balance of the knights are difficult to support. If a warrior rides on a horse, it will be as if he is standing on the ground. how?"
Not only Zhao Bao and others, but also Fei Yi were fooled by Zhao Yong's words.
It seemed to them that riding a horse was like standing on the ground.
Ou Yebo is worthy of being a master of casting. Hearing Zhao Yong's words and thinking of the brocade silk picture that Zhao Yong showed him just now, he immediately understood. Then he stood up and said, "Your Majesty wants to add two legs to the saddle."
Um? What does adding two legs mean? The ministers of Zhao State were stunned by the conversation between the old and the young.
Zhao Yong said happily: "That's right, Ou Yebo is the one who knows the few."
In fact, from the perspective of manufacturing technology, the stirrup itself does not have any profound technical content. It is nothing more than two pieces sewn on both sides of the saddle for the horseman to step on.
But it did take hundreds of years of gestation.
Mounted combat had already appeared in the Shang and Western Zhou Dynasties, but the earliest prototype of the stirrup was first used in the army in the middle of the Western Han Dynasty.
Often seemingly simple things can only be broken through through the accumulation of experience through the blood and tears of countless ancestors.
"Just use cowhide. Make a set as soon as possible. I want to see the effect first." Zhao Yong said.
Of course, stirrups are made of iron, but they are not very practical. For today's craftsmen, the craftsmanship of iron saddles is too complicated and difficult to mass-produce. Cowhide is a good substitute, and the earliest stirrups were made of leather.
"Here! I thank you, Your Majesty!" Ou Yebo bowed his head.
As a forging master, Ou Yebo naturally knows how significant these 'two legs' are. It can even be said that stirrups will completely change the way wars are fought in the future.
If stirrups were made by him, he might even leave his name in history like his ancestor Ou Yezi. Zhao Yong gave him such a big gift, how could Ou Yebo not be grateful.
"Get up, Master Ou Ye deserves this." Zhao Yong replied.
"Your Majesty, I wonder what these 'two legs' are?" Zhao Cheng couldn't help but asked on behalf of everyone present.
It would be fine if Zhao Yong was 'just fooling around' on his own. Now that the old engineer Ou Yebo has also agreed, I'm afraid this matter is indeed not a joke.
After hearing Zhao Cheng's words, Zhao Yong and Ou Yebo looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.
Then he asked Ou Yebo to explain to everyone, and then took out the silk drawings he drew and circulated them to everyone.
Only then did the ministers understand what "two legs" were. Isn't this just two legs? It was really a vivid metaphor.
"I decided to name it 'Stirrup', what do you think?" Zhao Yong said.
"Your Majesty is wise!" As the top leaders of the empire, they immediately realized that the application of stirrups might completely change the form of future wars.
Stirrups... Fei Yi chewed the name carefully and asked the doubts in his heart: "I don't know where the king got the casting method of this stirrup."
"I received a message from my ancestor in my dream!" Zhao Yong replied in a mysterious manner.
Hearing these words, all the ministers kowtowed to the ground and shouted: "God bless the Kingdom of Zhao!"
Zhao Yong stood up and continued: "From now on, Renku will be closed!"
"Here!"
Zhao Yong is not afraid that the stirrup will spread. Once it is used on the battlefield in the future, other countries will definitely follow suit and cannot help it!
But before Zhao Guo eats this fruit, other countries must not spy on him!
