Chen Dayue looked up at the blue sky, his mouth full of bitterness.
Lost!
This somersault was a bit heavy!
In terms of combat power, the Yulin Guards sergeants will not lose to the Jurong Guards. But in terms of fighting will, ability to withstand beatings, and belief in winning, the Yulin Guards are not as good as the Jurong Guards.
Damn it, why are these people acting like lunatics!
Not willing to give in, but if you lose, you lose.
Dou Qiao grinned and took a sharp breath. Damn, these people were so heavy-handed. His ribs might be broken.
But, win!
One rib is nothing. In order to fight for this dignity, not to mention one rib, even three, I would give up!
Liang Lin rubbed his chest in a rather inelegant manner.
It really hurts. These bastards, if I hadn't been struggling around and beaten many times during this period, I'm afraid I would have suffered internal injuries from them.
The Jurong Guards sergeants who fell on the ground struggled and helped each other up.
Some were fighting, some were hunched over, some had one leg, or some had their arms crooked, forming an array.
Dou Qiao took a step forward and shouted proudly: "Reporting to your command, the 500 sergeants of the Jurong Guard were ordered to compete with the 500 sergeants of the Yulin Guard. We have fulfilled our mission. We - won!"
There were wounds on his resolute face.
Zhao Hailou, Wang Liang, Qin Song and other Jurong Guards officers looked at this group of embarrassed sergeants, this group of brothers who were injured but still proud, with tears in their eyes.
Gu Zhengchen looked at the soldiers with satisfaction, raised his hands and clasped his fists: "I take back what I said before, you are men worthy of respect! Remember, failure only belongs to the past. Only by fighting hard and daring to fight can we win glory!"
Dou Qiao, Liang Lin and other Jurong sergeants looked deeply at Gu Zhengchen and remembered these words.
The key to defeating Habayashi Wei is to dare to fight!
A strong will can often defeat seemingly invincible opponents!
Mao Xiang looked at the dejected Yulin Guards and did not criticize them blindly. Instead, he shouted majestically: "If you lose, you lose. If you are not convinced, then follow the Jurong Guards sergeants and learn how to train. One day, maybe Take back the face you lost on the ground!"
Chen Dayue, Liu Yubao and others agreed one after another.
Gu Zhengchen looked at Zhao Hailou: "There is no need to hide the training methods and combat strategies of the Jurong Guards. Tell them all to Commander Mao."
Zhao Hailou agreed and invited Mao Xiang to visit the training venue.
When Gu Zhengchen saw Mao Xiang leaving, he dismissed the others and walked side by side with Mu Ying. He said in a deep voice: "Asking me about how to train soldiers is useless. However, I do have some ideas for strengthening soldiers. You can pass them on. His Majesty."
"oh?"
There was longing in Mu Ying's eyes.
Gu Zhengchen looked at the sun and saw that it was starting to get a little hot, so he walked towards the woods: "In my opinion, there has always been a huge flaw in military construction, that is, too much emphasis is placed on the training of sergeants' combat skills, and there is a lack of training on the combat skills of sergeants. Cultivation of sergeants’ fighting will.”
Mu Ying put her hands behind her back: "You mean, the general lacks the means to boost morale like you do?"
Gu Zhengchen shook his head bitterly: "This method can only be used once, and it can only be used temporarily. It will not be useful next time. The Governor's Office should find a way to continuously guarantee the sergeants' fighting will." , In other words, every Ming sergeant must have a clear belief!"
"Belief?"
Mu Ying frowned.
"That's right, it's faith!"
Gu Zhengchen said with certainty.
Faith is not a word from later generations, it has existed since ancient times, such as Xuanzang's "All immortals' extraordinary deeds, human beings, heaven, etc. have similar beliefs" and so on. It's just that the word "faith" in ancient times lacks the sense of power and sanctity of later generations.
Gu Zhengchen looked at the dazzling sunshine, squinted his eyes, and said solemnly: "It is possible to create a kind of faith. For this kind of faith, the sergeant can face the burning fire without making a sound. For this kind of faith, the sergeant can face the burning Thousands of troops are proud and unyielding, fighting to the last breath. For this belief, soldiers are willing to risk their lives and use their lives to protect the territory without losing an inch!"
The sunlight shone in the pupils, and as the eyes squinted slightly, the originally white light became colorful.
Like a dream, figures appear in the hall.
Mu Ying was deeply shocked by Gu Zhengchen's words and stopped in front of Gu Zhengchen: "Is there really such a belief in this world?"
Gu Zhengchen withdrew his gaze, the dazzling color disappeared, and Mu Ying appeared in his pupils: "You know Peng Yingyu and Zhou Ziwang's monk soldiers. Before the founding of the country, Maitreya was also a belief, but although these beliefs can convince a group of people, they can deceive others. For a while, they were still unable to solve the fundamental problem of combat effectiveness. When faced with death, they found that Maitreya could not save their lives, and they would collapse. A truly brave army cannot rely on false beliefs to drive its sergeants to fight."
Mu Ying nodded.
This is indeed true. When fighting for supremacy in the world, it can be said that a lot of demons are dancing around, and all kinds of rhetoric are used to deceive people's hearts. But now, after the founding of the Ming Dynasty, the White Lotus Sect and Ming Sect, which believed in Maitreya, became evil sects.
Whether it is the late Chang Yuchun or the current generals such as Xu Da who are guarding the border, their sergeants do not believe in Maitreya Buddha. They just want to follow the army and have enough to eat. Achievements in military service will bring glory to one’s ancestors.
"What is true faith?"
Mu Ying asked.
Gu Zhengchen pointed to the sky and said sternly: "Of course it is the emperor, it is the Ming Dynasty. We must establish a set of beliefs that are loyal to the Ming Emperor and the Ming Dynasty. The core of the Ming Dynasty is to kill the enemy to serve the country, shroud the corpse in horse leather, expand the territory, and find a feudal prince. Guide the generals and sergeants of the Ming Dynasty to unite under this belief, surround His Majesty, and unite to create a peaceful and prosperous age for the Ming Dynasty!"
Mu Ying was deeply shocked.
Gu Zhengchen entered the woods and found a comfortable place to sit down: "If we can create such a belief, then the Ming Dynasty will no longer have the chaos of local separatism, and there will no longer be military generals who support their troops with self-respect. The army will work together to fight against the outside world, and the court will have peace of mind." Worry-free…”
Mu Ying listened to Gu Zhengchen's words, and the more she thought about it, the more she was right.
If everyone supports the Ming Emperor and the dynasty ideologically and cognitively, then no general will be able to mobilize the army to threaten the court and the dynasty. It will be impossible to divide borders and split the land, or to support the troops to threaten the court. Impossible!
This is not a strategy to strengthen the army, this is simply a strategy to build a tripod, a strategy to build the immortal foundation of the Ming Dynasty!
Mu Ying stared at Gu Zhengchen: "You should tell His Majesty these words directly."
Gu Zhengchen smiled and said: "You told me that the result is different? Now the people of Jurong are busy with the summer harvest. As the county magistrate, although I can't help with anything, I can't walk away. To control the army, you first need to master it. As long as the army’s ideas and people’s hearts are in hand, no one will threaten the rule of the dynasty.”
Mu Ying looked deeply at Gu Zhengchen and asked in a low voice: "No one will threaten the rule of the dynasty. You seem to have other intentions when you say this."
Gu Zhengchen just shook his head and said nothing.
For the founding heroes, it can be said that Lao Zhu in history looked for various opportunities to send these people on their way. Even if there was no excuse or reason, they were almost forced to death, leaving only a few people. , such as Changxing Hou Geng Bingwen, Wuding Hou Guo Ying, etc.
The fundamental reason that made Lao Zhu raise the butcher's knife was that he felt that this group of people would threaten the rule of Ming Dynasty and the smooth inheritance of the Zhu dynasty.
For the sake of the country, for the sake of the descendants, I will send these people to hell.
Lao Zhu did a very ruthless job in this matter, but from a historical perspective, this ruthlessness is not incomprehensible.
Compared with the safety of the country and the country, an individual's life is nothing.
Lao Zhu was not the first person to do this, nor was he the last. Many founding generals of dynasties suffered persecution and had to perish in the struggle.
To solve this almost magical problem, it is necessary to eliminate the ruler's panic.
Only by making Lao Zhu feel that without killing this group of people, whether his son or grandson can control this group of people, and there is no need to worry about them leading troops to imitate the Zhao family's old deeds, can we eliminate the "massacre" of military generals in the Hongwu era. .
Mu Ying didn't know about these bloody things. He was a lucky man. Even if Lao Zhu killed everyone, he still wouldn't touch Mu Ying. In Lao Zhu's heart, he was almost his biological son.
Mu Ying and Gu Zhengchen were talking about faith, but Gu Zhengchen couldn't talk directly. He couldn't let Lao Zhu find someone to come up with Zhu Yuanzhang's thoughts. The matter is such a thing, but it is better for Lao Zhu to decide how to operate it. If he participates too much, it may not be a good thing.
The two chatted happily.
Mu Ying pointed in the direction of the Far Fire Bureau: "Your Majesty is very satisfied with the progress of the firearms. Just feel free to go ahead and do it boldly. As for the sea fortress, I will persuade your Majesty with the prince, Marquis Jinghai and others."
Gu Zhengchen responded with a smile.
The breeze blew through the forest, making the leaves rustle.
Gu Zhengchen leaned under a tree, looking at the blue sky through the dappled sunlight, his mind wandering far away.
Mu Ying and Mao Xiang did not stay in Jurong for too long. After Gu Zhengchen spent seven days and handed over a thick stack of drawings, Mu Ying and Mao Xiang left Jurong with their people.
Gu Zhengchen didn't know much about the details of the treasure ship's drawings. Later generations had only seen the scaled-down version of the treasure ship. The appearance was easy to draw, but how to divide and arrange the interior was easy for Gu Zhengchen to figure out. At worst, he would refer to the big fortune ship.
Gu Zhengchen did not understand the details such as the work scale and specifications. What he gave Mu Ying was only a concept drawing, not a construction drawing. To build it concretely, it would require the efforts and dedication of the shipwright.
There is no doubt that Ming Dynasty has powerful shipwrights. Lao Chen's family fortune has become Lao Zhu's family fortune. Talents can do things, and the rest is only investment and time.
The rice harvest in Jurong was in full swing. The tired people almost didn't bother to go home to rest. They sat under a tree in the fields and sat through the hot noon. Then they picked up their sickles, put on their bamboo hats, and wore sweat towels. With a swipe on the face, the harvest begins.
While the people were busy, the county government was not idle either. It sent officials and government servants to the countryside to warn the rich and large households not to punish the tenant farmers harshly. Although there are more homesteaders and few tenant farmers in Jurong, there are still hundreds of households.
Compared with the busy scene in Jurong, Shangyuan County next door seems extremely deserted, and behind the desertion is the sadness of production reduction.
