"That's a good relationship. If Master Zhang's marksmanship is really suitable for horse fighting, not only would I want to learn it, but all my brothers would also want to learn it!
I just don’t know if Master Zhang is willing to teach? "
Zhao Ming said with a smile, of course he couldn't do such a thing as killing someone and touching their corpse, but he couldn't do it to his own people.
If it was an enemy, he would kill him in a matter of minutes.
What's more regrettable is that the injury last time was too serious, and I was worried that the enemy cavalry would kill them, otherwise I could touch the corpses of the enemy cavalry, the cavalry shooting skills, and some related memories.
Even if your memory is incomplete, you can still determine where the other person came from.
But there was nothing I could do about the past. When I went back again, I couldn't even touch a hair.
"Sir Zhao, you're welcome. If you want to learn from me, I'll be happy to teach you.
It's just that my Kung Fu is easy to learn but difficult to master. If you simply pursue the ability to fight immediately, sword skills are actually very useful, and there is no need to learn another gun skill. "
Zhang He didn't feel happy after being praised by Zhao Ming. He was already past the age when he could easily get carried away, but who doesn't like to be praised? It happened to be praised for his skill, so he was naturally quite happy. The look he looked at Zhao Ming was even more favorable.
After chatting for a while, Zhao Ming had been chatting with Zhang He about kung fu.
When they met for the first time, Zhao Ming would not really talk impatiently about soliciting cooperation.
But just talking about kung fu, the two of them were very happy.
Zhao Ming himself has a foundation in martial arts. The corpses of swordsmen and Jianghu people he touched all have more or less skills in fists and kicks.
Moreover, the ability revealed by touching the corpse is not just a pure martial arts ability, but also the muscle memory is inherited.
To put it simply, Zhao Ming's martial arts foundation is actually quite solid.
But this Zhang He has a more solid foundation in boxing and kicking martial arts. Not only has he practiced martial arts since he was a child, he also has great practical experience.
It is said that when he was a child, he practiced wrestling with the children in the same village and also practiced pile kung fu with his grandfather.
When I grew up, I followed my grandfather to the grassland and learned riding skills, my own Bajiquan, and Liuhe guns.
It also combines Beijing-Tianjin wrestling and Mongolian wrestling to continuously practice wrestling with others to hone your practical ability.
After that, he cooperated with the superiors on many bandit suppression missions, and experienced dozens or hundreds of fights on horseback, large and small. It is not an exaggeration to say that he has experienced hundreds of battles.
But as his organization was disrupted, he separated from Taipu Temple, and took some of his people to the grasslands further north. His good days were finally over.
Following the failure of Old Man Sun's bet on becoming the field director, he was attacked by surprise again. He faced hundreds of riders alone and was hit by four or five arrows, but he was still allowed to fight his way out of the encirclement.
He lay on the bed for three full months and spent more than half a year nursing his health back to life.
But this also gave him a reputation. The number one warrior on the grassland is now Wang Beibei.
But in the eyes of the older generation, Wang Beibei is just a bird, and the former Zhang He and Manager Zhang are considered the greatest warriors on the grassland.
He can ride and shoot, and his riding skills are even more outstanding. With a big gun, one person can pierce an entire cavalry queue. If he is given a hundred cavalry, he can hold off hundreds of cavalry for half an hour.
It’s just that mounted archery is not up to the level of a Condor Shooter, that requires talent.
While chatting, the topic began to be turned to reality by Zhao Ming.
"Master Zhang, how many people are there in your tribe?"
"Not...five hundred!" Zhang He said hesitantly.
"How many can mount the horse?" Zhao Ming continued to ask.
"Less than two hundred..."
Hearing this, Zhao Ming nodded, thought for a moment, looked at Zhang He solemnly, and said in a deep voice, "Master Zhang, you speak straightforwardly, and I won't beat around the bush with you.
You give me two hundred, and I will ensure that the women, children, and children of your tribe will have no worries about food and clothing from now on, and that the entire tribe will have support for the elderly, education for the children, and support for the poor and the poor.
The brothers who follow me in the war will receive a large pension from their families in the future.
Will you follow or not? "
With these words, Zhang He almost just went through it in his mind for a moment before nodding heavily.
He cupped his fists and said in a deep voice, "I, Zhang He, am a rough man and a martial artist, and I can't say anything nice.
But if Chief Zhao can ensure that what he says is true, then I, Zhang He, and even the brothers under me will sell their lives to Chief Zhao! "
This answer may not be very solemn, but the meaning within it is very important.
For a warrior like Zhang He, being able to say this means that no matter who Zhao Ming's enemy is in the future, as long as he speaks a word, the blade will reach him!
"good!!"
Zhao Ming only said one word, then turned to greet his brothers and shouted,
"Brothers, make a pot and light the fire, kill the cattle and sheep, and cleanse the new brothers!"
Everyone is happy to hear this. They are all old people who follow Mr. Zhao. Naturally, they hope that the power under Mr. Zhao will be as big as possible.
Otherwise, it would be really impossible to live this hellish life.
The herdsmen of Pingqiantun were also busy and helped deliver some home-brewed wine and dried beef and mutton.
During the banquet, Zhao Ming kept chatting with Zhang He and asked many things.
For example, in the current situation of Huo Zhongtun, two hundred people can be said to be all the armed forces Huo Zhongtun can produce, and there are even some women with strong hands and feet among them.
There are also many old men in their fifties and sixties, and some young men aged fourteen or fifteen.
The real strong labor force is only a few hundred people.
But this is very good for Zhao Ming. With Pingqiantun, the number of people available under his command finally came to 500.
Not much, but with the addition of firearms, it already has good attack power.
"Old Sun, Master Zhang, there are no outsiders here. Please analyze with me. If I want to sort out this prairie, where should I start?"
After three drinks and five dishes, Zhao Ming got down to business.
Now that the team has expanded, Zhao Ming naturally can't be idle. Time is limited. He must continue to expand before winter.
Only in this way can a certain deterrent effect be formed against the Maoming'an and Darhan tribes.
He didn't want to be stabbed by the neighbor next to him while he was asleep.
Upon hearing this inquiry, the two put down the kumiss and thought carefully.
Now that he has joined the gang, it is indeed time to consider Zhao Ming, the chief officer.
"Sir Zhao, although we seem to have a lot of people now, compared with other large tribes that evolved from the Eight Banners earlier, we still have too few people.
The best thing to do now is small tribes with hundreds of people. But if this happens, there may be something wrong! ~”
Old Man Sun spoke first, but looked at Zhao Ming with some embarrassment as he spoke.
Because other tribes can do this kind of thing, but Zhao Ming is the fucking chief officer here. How can any chief officer do anything to the people under his command? Isn't this nonsense?
"Are any of these small tribes richer?" Zhao Ming did not answer Lao Sun directly, but continued to ask.
Lao Sun nodded, "Of course there are, just like the Maoming'an tribe and the Darhan tribe, there are more than a dozen tribes that rely on them within a hundred miles nearby.
Many of these tribes are within a hundred miles to the east, and some are near the border of Rehe. They all do dirty work for the two tribes, and they can be said to be very wealthy.
If you want money, you have money, if you want food, you have food, and there are many cattle, sheep, and horses. "
In fact, they are equivalent to the white gloves of these two large tribes. Do you really think that these large tribes do all the transactions themselves?
