Let me say hello to everyone, Luo Luo's new book will be renamed "Kangxi, Your Qing Dynasty is Fallen" today
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"What? Is there really a secret trick to defeat the Eight Banners soldiers?"
"President Wang, tell me quickly so that we can learn more!"
"That's right, you can fight the Manchurian white-armored soldiers. This is an awesome skill!"
"Hey, hey, let's learn from it. In the future... we can use this skill to serve the Qing Dynasty in the future!"
As soon as they heard that there was a unique skill for defeating Manchurian white-armored soldiers, all the loyal officials of the Qing Dynasty in Yin'an Palace were no longer sleepy. Everyone looked at Wang Fuchen attentively, and some even asked him about it... They had to do this skill. Study hard! Maybe it will come in handy in the future? Even if you can't use it, it's just that you have more skills than you can handle!
And Wang Fuchen was a little speechless at the expectant looks. Why are you people so excited when you hear about the unique skills of defeating the Eight Banners' white-armored soldiers? Is it possible that you want to rebel after you learn it? But this ability is not that powerful, otherwise my cheating godfather Jiang will try to usurp the throne and become the emperor, and then I will be the prince... Forget it, it’s better for Prince Pingxi to make it clearer. .
Wang Fuchen, a loyal minister of the Qing Dynasty, thought about it carefully, and finally said to Wu Sangui with a sincere face: "To be honest with you, I don't have any special skills for defeating the Manchu white armor soldiers. I just make good use of the cavalry to charge into the battle.
When I was following Mr. Jiang in Datong Town, I often trained in formations with the hundreds of servants passed down from my father, and over time I became proficient. It is possible to have more than a hundred riders in a row, forming a close formation and advancing together for an attack. They can charge two to three hundred steps without breaking up. "
Wu Sangui nodded, "Everyone can charge a cavalry formation, but it is not easy to charge in a formation and keep moving for two to three hundred steps. Assistant minister, how did you do it?"
Wang Fuchen smiled and said: "My lord, this is not that difficult. It's just to first figure out how many feet the distance of each step is when your horse is walking at a slow pace, at a quick pace, at a trot, or at a trot, and then you can determine how to launch a charge. Sometimes you have to walk a few slow steps, a few fast steps, a few trots, a few fast runs... Finally, you have to train over and over again, with better riders and smarter horses training together. In a few months, I’ll be able to do it anyway.”
Wu Sangui frowned slightly, his eyes shone, and he didn't know what he was thinking about?
Wang Fuchen added: "Later, when I followed Jiang Zongzhen in his humble position to rebel, he often led hundreds of cavalry servants with long spears to attack the formations of the Eight Banners soldiers and the Green Camp soldiers. Nine times out of ten, they could break up their formations, but it was not possible. Not much use.”
Wu Yingqi interrupted at this time, "Why is it useless?"
Wang Fuchen explained: "Firstly, the cavalry and spear team led by Beizhong is small, and it is just a hundred and ten cavalry. Even if it can break through the enemy's formation, it can only return it with one blow and cannot fight the enemy fiercely; secondly, there are many cavalry of the Eight Banners soldiers, and Beizhi is Wherever there was a breakthrough, they would immediately pounce on me. If I had to walk slower, I would be surrounded by them. So Mr. Jiang finally..."
Having said this, Wang Fuchen still felt that something was not right in the atmosphere! I could only see the demons and demons under King Wu Sangui of Pingxi, all frowning, squinting, and shaking their heads, as if they were deep in thought. Four of them, Wu Guogui, Ma Bao, Wang Pingfan, and Wu Shicong, even showed ferocious expressions unconsciously. .
Wang Fuchen thought: Are they really thinking about rebellion?
At this time, Wu Sangui suddenly spoke, and the old traitor said: "Although the method mentioned by the assistant minister is simple, it is indeed not easy to do it well. It is difficult for the cavalry to form a formation, and they have to find it among the thousands of troops. Take advantage of the opponent's weakness, succeed with another blow, and then retreat quickly without any delay. Minister, your horse kite and live Lu Bu's wisdom are indeed true. If the number is larger, with thousands of cavalry, then If we cooperate with the infantry and artillery to attack, Jiang Zongzhen may just...make a big mistake!"
"Yes, yes, what the prince said is absolutely true!" Wang Fuchen nodded quickly, "If that's the case, then Fuchen will definitely be blamed for his death!"
Wu Sangui smiled again and said: "Secretary-in-Chief, I still don't enjoy listening to your explanation, but I still want to witness it with my own eyes. Tomorrow I want to watch the fight between the Young Master and Shi Jue. Is there no problem?"
"No, of course there is no problem." Wang Fuchen shook his head and smiled, "It's just that the son of a lowly official doesn't have much real ability. He just uses big words to coax people."
Wu Sangui waved his hand, "It doesn't matter, I just want to have a look." He then said to Wu Shicong, "Shicong, go and make arrangements and arrange the location of the competition in the open space outside Zhuangzi. Then I will meet with Wang Let’s go to the main town to watch the battle together... Tell Shijue and Zhongxiao to have a good competition and show off their true skills!"
Wu Shicong quickly raised his hands in salute and said seriously: "My grandson has your order."
On the afternoon of the next day, outside Kunming City, in an empty wasteland near Wu Guogui's farm, a group of loyal ministers of the Qing Dynasty who knew how to rebel under the command of Wu Sangui, the Western King of the Qing Dynasty, had gathered together. Everyone was wearing neat robes and shining riding boots. They were surrounded by Pingxi King Wu Sangui, who was watching Wang Zhongxiao and Wu Shijue bickering!
Yes, just use your mouth, not your hands.
The reason why these two "villains" were talking but not taking action was, of course, not that Pingxi King Wu Sangui came to see the fun, but because of a few eight-foot-long snake spears, no, they were eight-foot-long bamboo poles!
These bamboo poles are just ordinary bamboo poles, neither thick nor thin, nor too long. They are about eighty-nine feet, almost two feet, so naturally they are not too heavy. There are still many twigs and leaves on the top of the bamboo pole. It is easy to find bamboo poles of this thickness and length here in Yunnan. There are as many as you want, and the cost is of course very low.
But Wu Shijue still felt that it was a serious foul for Wang Zhongxiao to compete with him with this thing! This is the behavior of a shameless villain!
There are rules for horseback jousting, and there are special armors and lances used for jousting - those are "guns" with the tip removed and tied with a cotton bag stained with lime powder. It is not easy to be fatal when the cloth bag is poked into the armor, and it will leave a white spot. After the competition is over, the referee only needs to count the white dots and it will be clear who wins and who loses.
But Wang Zhongxiao sneaked into Wu Guogui's bamboo garden with Master Yu last night, cut down seven or eight bamboo poles that were two feet long, and used them as "fake guns" for martial arts competitions.
How could Wu Shijue agree? He immediately started arguing with Wang Zhongxiao in front of his grandfather Wu Sangui.
"Isn't this the wolf sword that Qi Jiajun once used? It's so long...can this thing be used for horse riding competitions? Wang Er, do you understand the rules?"
Of course Wang Zhongxiao would not tolerate this ignorant Wu Shijue. He was very compassionate. Seeing that Wu Shijue and his old man Wu Guogui later embarked on the path of no return against the Qing Dynasty, he kindly taught them some lessons. Really capable.
Well, if you have real skills, you can be loyal to the Qing Dynasty in the future, right?
Therefore, Wang Zhongxiao did not get angry with Wu Shijue, but smiled and looked at the old traitor Wu Sangui who was sitting on a Taishi chair, and said unhurriedly: "Brother Wu, don't worry, I told you yesterday, I want to compete with you using my old man’s...father’s unique skill to defeat the Manchurian white-armored soldiers!”
"Did your old man use a wolf to knock the white-armored soldier off his horse?"
"Of course not. Where are there so many bamboos in Datong? It was me who came up with the idea of using bamboo to replace spears. I am better than the old! Wu Er, think about it, how cheap is the bamboo in Yunnan? What is the price behind your home? Just cut it and there will be a bunch of it in the garden.”
"What? My back garden? Are these bamboos cut from my back garden?"
"Wu Er, don't worry! It's just a few bamboos! Just listen to me first... This bamboo is still very light after it's dried, and there are so many bits and pieces on it that can slap you in the face. I can hit people on the face and horses on the face! You have to hide when I hit you later!"
"You...but bamboo doesn't last long. It will break after being poked once."
"Then let's change it. Break one off and replace it with another. Can't you just poke the white-armored soldiers down one at a time?"
"One white-armored soldier at a time? What do you think a white-armored soldier is? A cabbage?"
"Haha, Wu Er, I just need to stab you down today. That maid of yours will be mine!"
"You surnamed Wang, you are shameless..."
When these two young loyal ministers of the Qing Dynasty quarreled, Wu Sangui and the old loyal ministers of the Qing Dynasty under him all looked secretly amused - these people were all experts at beating people on horseback.
Of course, we know that the longer the thing in our hand is, the easier it is to hit someone. We also know that it is no joke to get stuck in the face by the branches and leaves on the high-speed moving bamboo pole. If you get stuck, you will be disfigured, and you will be blinded if you are not careful. He and Ma can't stand it!
If a row of wolves of eight feet and eight feet were stabbed at them like flying, the white-armored soldiers would have to flee!
If there were thousands of armored wolf cavalry, the Qing Dynasty would be like...the facial expressions of these loyal officials of the Qing Dynasty looked particularly loyal when they thought of this!
Wu Sangui couldn't help but let out a "loyal smile" and said to Wang Fuchen beside him: "Hey... Fuchen, you gave birth to a good son!"
When Wang Fuchen heard Wu Sangui praising his son, he also said cheerfully: "Your Majesty, that little brat is following me. He is very smart. He is both civil and military. He can also read "The Doctrine of the Mean"... He still wants to go to Beijing this time." You should choose a royal bodyguard, and from now on, you can become a general soldier like me!"
Wu Sangui nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, you are ambitious!" The old man waved again, called Wang Zhongxiao to him, and told him, "Zhongxiao, cut off all the bits and pieces on those wolf chops and put them together again." Let's have a competition with Shi Jue... He must be convinced when he loses! If you win this game, I will write a letter to Ying Xiong and ask him to come forward and recommend you to Master Ao. Mrs. Ao In terms of the respect of the master and me, what does an imperial guard mean to me?"
Ah, now that's good, Wang Zhongxiao is now a loyal minister of the Qing Dynasty, a member of Obai's party and Wu Sangui's party!
