Chapter 548: Seize the time
Feng Yong’s neck was a little stiff and he turned his head.
When Guan Ji saw his appearance, she smiled and patted him, "I'm joking!"
Feng Yong pretended to be stupid and laughed dryly, thinking, I believe you, you just said you were not that stingy!
“My aunt sent me a letter saying that she gave birth to a son, and she wants me to thank my husband for her.”
During this time, Guan Ji was obsessed with the formation of the Detachment of Women. Taking advantage of her physical inconvenience these days, she rushed Feng Yong to Amei's room. She was happy and quiet by herself. She imitated Feng Yong's method of training Nanxiang soldiers and took the time to write the Detachment of Detachment. various ideas.
So there have been a lot of things recently, and I mostly mentioned them to Feng Yong in the morning.
Unlike before, you can communicate before going to bed.
"Oh, what's there to thank you for? I owe it to Fan A and Li Dangzhi, and it has nothing to do with me."
Feng Yong waved his hand, and at the same time a thought came to his mind: Is this boy Zhuge Zhan finally born?
This is a boy who does not have the talent of his father, but has the dazzling aura of his father.
When Deng Ai sneaked across Yinping and headed straight for Jincheng, Adou gave him the last bit of foundation he had, and at the same time gave him his last hope, but he didn't expect that this kid was a guy with high ambitions and low abilities.
Zhuge Laoyao's last two northern expeditions had too few troops to attack the city. However, he was able to fight in the field and made Cao Wei fear Shu as much as a tiger. Sima Yi praised him as "a genius in the world". His ability to march and form formations was still very powerful.
It is a pity that Zhuge Zhan thought he had the art of war passed down from his family, and did not listen to the suggestions of Huang Chong and Li Qiu. He did not guard the dangerous places and insisted on fighting with others on the flat ground.
As a result, Adou lost all his last bit of wealth. Adou ignored the soldiers in front and vowed to defend Jianmen Pass to the death, and opened the door directly to surrender. This may not be the reason why Zhuge Zhan was defeated and died.
Feng Yong stood there blankly, not knowing what he thought of, and suddenly smiled strangely.
“What are you thinking about? You’re laughing so hard!”
Guan Ji pushed him dissatisfied.
“In total, Zhuge Zhan and I are cousins, right?”
Feng Yong said this.
Guan Ji was stunned. She didn't know why Feng Yong suddenly asked this. She thought for a moment and said, "I am half of my aunt's daughter. The elder man should call me sister. After all, you and he are cousins." .”
"Ah That's good."
Feng Yong nodded.
"What's the meaning?"
Guan Ji looked at Feng Yong's increasingly weird expression in confusion.
“Slap him! He is my brother-in-law. If he makes a mistake in the future, it’s okay for me to whip him, right?”
Feng Yongli said confidently.
"You, you, have been thinking about this for a long time?"
Guan Ji couldn't help it anymore, and she slapped Feng Yong hard in anger, "He's still a child!"
The clothes are thick in winter, so beatings won't hurt. Feng Yonghun said nonchalantly, "Children have to be beaten, and filial sons will emerge from under the stick!"
"No matter how filial a son is, he is still a filial son of his aunt. What does that have to do with you? Where did you get the filial son?"
Guan Ji snorted.
It doesn’t seem right?
When Feng Yong saw Guan Ji like this, his heart moved, and he asked tentatively, "Does Mr. Xi have something on his mind?"
“What can I have on your mind?”
Guan Ji is not in a good mood.
Hearing this, Feng Yong became more certain.
"Xijun, what's going on? You and I are one husband and wife. Is there anything you can't tell me?"
Feng Yong asked softly.
Guan Ji glanced at him, then at Amei standing next to her, then bit her lip and said, "My aunts already have children. I have been married to Alang for so long..."
His voice lowered, and he looked a little disappointed.
Feng Yong understood it as soon as he heard it, and said quickly, "Due to physical reasons, Madam, she has not had a child until now. There is no problem between the two of us, not to mention we are still young. Don't worry, there will always be one."
Recalling that Guan Ji glanced at Amei just now, Feng Yong quickly explained in a low voice, "Don't worry, the eldest son in the family must be born to you. Amei..."
After Amei became a witch doctor, she also learned medical skills from Fan A. She had her own way to avoid giving birth to a child before her mistress. She still understood her position very well.
“Who told you this!”
When Guan Ji heard Feng Yong's explanation, her face turned red and she pushed him out of the door.
Amei pretended not to hear or see anything, lowered her head and tried to follow.
“No need, today you follow Mr. Xi to the racecourse. You haven’t checked the account for a few days, so you should check it out.”
Feng Yong waved his hand to prevent her from following him.
As an all-round talent, Amei is Feng Yong's senior secretary. On weekdays, she not only helps Feng Yong organize various materials in advance for his review, but also helps with statistics of various data in Yuexun Prefecture.
Feng Yong has been sleeping in her room these days. Guan Ji was stimulated by Huang Yueying today, so she should not let Amei follow her anymore.
The ancients said that one can cultivate one's moral integrity, manage one's family, govern the country and bring peace to the world, and there is a lot of truth to it.
How can you be in the mood to govern the country and bring peace to the world if you don't even have peace at home?
Husbands and wives can only live a more harmonious life if they understand each other and tolerate each other.
Entering the prefect's mansion, Wei Rong handed over an official document.
“Chang Shi, Jincheng’s reply has arrived.”
“I won’t read it, just tell me what the boss said.”
Feng Yong waved his hand.
This kind of official document is not in vernacular, and it gives people a headache to read.
Wei Rong said quickly.
“I know.” Feng Yong nodded, “Is there anything else?”
"A batch of weapons were just delivered yesterday, including thirty weapons."
"Only thirty?" Feng Yong rubbed his forehead in distress, "Too little."
He thought for a moment and then said, "Go and notify General Zhang and ask him to distribute these weapons."
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After a while, Zhang Yi came over with a happy face and said, "Chang Shi, I heard that another batch of purple electric swords has arrived?"
“Yes, but there are only thirty handles.”
Feng Yong said helplessly.
"Thirty swords are already a lot. This kind of sword is rare in the world, and its power is only seen in a certain person's life. Including the ones that Qiongdu originally had, there are seventy swords."
Zhang Yi felt satisfied, "It is very difficult to make such a precious sword, so you can only save it slowly."
It’s not easy to create?
It took more than a year to build 70 of them. Isn't this extremely slow?
"I told the Prime Minister a few days ago that I wanted to ask Jincheng to help build a batch, but the Prime Minister refused. But the good news is that the Prime Minister agreed to let Hanzhong Metallurgical Company help."
“That’s really great!”
Zhang Yi was very happy and moved with color.
The so-called purple electric sword is actually the Tang Mo knife.
The total length of the blade is more than two meters, the blade alone is nearly one meter, and the handle is one meter and two meters long.
The Mo Dao was developed from the Zhan Ma Dao, so the blade is somewhat similar to the Zhan Ma Dao. It has a sharp tip that can split, chop, pick, cut, and stab.
A long handle is attached to the bottom, which is convenient for dealing with cavalry.
The use of Mo Dao is to advance like a wall. On the one hand, it can effectively boost the morale of our own soldiers, and on the other hand, it can also greatly deter the enemy.
Its principles are, firstly, to fight collectively and pay attention to teamwork; secondly, to have a clear point of attack, which is to deal with cavalry and make up for the weakness of horses.
The disadvantage is that it is extremely expensive and difficult to produce.
At the same time, it not only requires extremely high physical fitness of the soldiers, but also requires them to have good teamwork skills.
So even if Feng Yong succeeds in trying it, it is destined to be used as the last trump card.
When Old Demon Zhuge learned that Feng Yong wanted Pu Yuan to help build such a fancy thing, he naturally rejected it at once - now is the most critical moment to prepare for the Northern Expedition. How much manpower and material resources would be wasted to build such a thing?
Feng Yong had no choice but to use his connections to ask Hanzhongye to help build a hundred weapons in the name of building weapons for the tribe. In this way, it took him a year to complete the request.
This can only be forged by taking advantage of Nanxiang's advantages, coke and improved bellows.
A few days ago, the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty almost drained Nanxiang's blood. Feng Yong had no way to stop it, so he had to take the opportunity to cry and get the official authorization, so that Hanzhong Metallurgy could justifiably help build it for the Yuexun Prefecture.
If time were not too tight, Feng Yong would even ask Zhuge Laoyao to build a smelting workshop in Yuexun and build it himself.
“If you’re not a householder, you don’t know how expensive firewood and rice are!”
Feng Yong sighed.
Fortunately, Nanxiang is rich and can advance part of it, and Yuexun has the income from the horse farm and salt pond as collateral, otherwise Feng Yong would not dare to do it at all.
But seeing the Northern Expedition approaching, Feng Yong could only grit his teeth and seize the time to try various arms.
“So how is the practice of the sword formation going?”
"Not bad." Zhang Yi nodded repeatedly, "The soldiers of Nanxiang are indeed elite soldiers. They can follow orders and use their fingers like arms, and most of them are stronger than ordinary soldiers. They are the best candidates to use the purple electric sword."
After hearing this, Feng Yong grinned distressedly. Most of my disciples have been released. This is not enough. How many are left on hand now? If you do this, how many can be filled in?
"We can't all use Nanxiang soldiers. Don't we have the right to recruit soldiers from the three counties? In the name of holding trials every year, we carefully select warriors in the three counties. There are too few Nanxiang soldiers. How can we let them lead the team? Like that, lead the charge."
It’s good to use it on the edge of the knife!
"Xia Zou understands what Chang Shi means. Xia Zou's plan is to let the Nanxiang soldiers practice the use of this purple electric sword first, and then let them lead others to practice."
"After all, Nanxiang soldiers are rare elite soldiers. No matter what they do, they are much more useful than ordinary soldiers."
Zhang Yi looked at Feng Yong with admiration.
This Feng Changshi, even though he is usually inconspicuous, has skills that few can match.
Just the Nanxiang soldiers brought out are beyond the reach of ordinary soldiers.
"Oh, that's good." Feng Yong nodded, stood up and said, "Let's go to the military camp and see how they are training."
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Although there are less than a hundred precious swords, they are arranged in a formation, with long swords like a forest, and shining brightly like a wall, which still has great intimidation.
Feng Yong stood on the general's platform and watched the soldiers below holding up their swords and moving forward. There was a wooden stake not far in front of them.
There was a loud shout, the long knife struck down, and the wooden stake broke into pieces on the spot.
Stepping over the fallen wooden piles, there are straw men in front of them that are similar in height to the cavalry.
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"General Zhang, the use of this sword should be different for infantry and cavalry armies. How to use it on the real battlefield requires you to worry more."
After reading it, Feng Yong thought it was quite impressive, but after all, it was just grass and trees, and they were still standing still.
To deal with living people and cavalry, the Mo Dao should be used to chop or stab, or to slice or pick. This requires constant trial and error.
Feng Yongyong understands, and can only leave it to people who know the business.
When Zhang Yi heard this, he quickly said, "I understand."
Stretching his neck and looking at the chopped wood at the soldiers' feet, Feng Yong gave another order, "Send some of these pieces of wood to my yard when the time comes. The firewood in my yard seems to be running out soon."
As he spoke, he tightened his down jacket and muttered, "It feels a bit cold in this weather..."
Zhang Yi’s face twitched and said, “I’ll see if I can go downstairs.”
(End of this chapter)