Changde Mansion—

The martial arts training ground of the city defense camp was in full swing. The scene was spectacular and powerful. The "haha" sounds during practice were one after another, deafening, as if they were about to tear the world apart.

Hundreds of soldiers were practicing, either shooting archery, practicing combat formations, or practicing swords, guns, swords and halberds. They were not as trendy as the Ming army, with military disciplines scattered and military preparations slackened.

However, compared with real soldiers, these soldiers are obviously lacking in terms of energy and physical fitness, but fortunately they are still hard to train.

Moreover, compared with the Ming army's firearm equipment rate of more than 50%, there are almost no traces of firearms here.

Therefore, after careful observation of the seemingly majestic scene, it is not difficult to find that such a magnificent scene gives people a strange feeling, always feeling something is wrong, but I can't tell where it is.

In a corner of the martial arts field, I don’t know if it’s because of my fatigue or because of my habits, the movements of the soldiers who were practicing obviously began to become slower, and the formations became uneven, and it seemed like they were dealing with them, looking absent-minded.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Why are you always in a state of dismay?"

Looking at Du Zhengming who was not very interested, it seemed that the big knife was waving was not a big knife but a fire stick. He then gestured to the steel knife in his hand, Du Weidao continued in confusion: "You are worried without weapons, and you can't get excited when you practice? What's wrong now? Everyone has weapons, and each person has a big knife, but you are still unhappy, as if you are losing your soul. I really don't understand you."

The two of them had obviously better physical health. Under the same circumstances, even if they practiced more seriously and harder, they only had a little sweat. Unlike others, they were already sweating heavily and panting.

"Oh, Wei Dao, you don't understand."

Du Zhengming said this without waiting for Du Weidao to ask, and first waved the big knife heavily, as if he was venting, and then continued: "If it was a fight between individuals and dozens of people fighting, this knife was also a handy weapon.

But we are different.

We are real soldiers and will go to the battlefield in the future. It will be a battle of thousands of people. Faced with large-scale melee, the big sword is an extremely useless weapon, and it is not as good as a weapon like a spear, a red tassel, and a gun."

While speaking, Du Zhengming stopped practicing and weighed the big knife in his hand.

"Also, the weight of this knife is obviously insufficient. Like the embroidered spring knife, it is just an embroidered pillow. It is okay to show off your power. Once you go to the real battlefield, it is not enough at all. How can you kill the enemy?

Although it is lightweight to use, it is not suitable for us soldiers who fight on a large scale. Those who really want to fight on the battlefield.

Of course, it is more than enough to deal with those rebels, bandits, and little thieves."

Gradually, Du Weidao understood and suddenly realized why his father and this cousin were worried all day long and were still worried about weapons?

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Misleading children!

In ancient times, in any regular army, few soldiers were equipped with weapons such as swords.

Not to mention the brave and warlike generals, holding big swords and long swords to charge into battle, is tantamount to commit suicide, and there are no such things as a hundred people, a thousand people, a thousand people, or a thousand people.

Therefore, even if you are a general with great skills, you still need a handy weapon.

At the same time, Duweidao also knew deeply that he had fallen into a misunderstanding. Unlike later generations, weapons were light and clever. Although there are a large number of firearms in this world and there are many types, they are still mainly cold weapons.

For the army, whether it is defense or offense, the standards for measuring the quality of weapons are often based on weight rather than sharpness.

After all, the battlefield is a large-scale combat. The weight of weapons is often more important than sharpness, more impactful and destructive. It can naturally kill the enemy to the greatest extent and shock the enemy.

The weapons of the powerful generals and famous generals from ancient times to the present are definitely not smart things like swords. Even if the swords must be lengthened, they must be added with a prefix, weighing as many kilograms, at least starting from dozens of kilograms.

Therefore, it is not difficult to understand why the description of powerful officials and generals often uses "extreme strength"?

It is not just because of the need for riding and shooting, but mainly because waving weapons that cost dozens of kilograms requires strong arms and rotation to make people move. Only when killing enemies, they have the power to force others.

After all, a large area of ​​death and injury is still very visually impactful and can easily make people feel afraid.

At this moment, a riot suddenly appeared in the martial arts field. The trained soldiers stopped one after another and finally returned to calm. Only a rough lingering sound was still echoing, almost reaching everyone's ears.

"Du Yinxi, let me hear it. Although you are a military supervisor, you only have the right to monitor and review military merits. The city defense camp is my territory. You don't need to worry about it here. If you want to train soldiers, you can train your guards, military supervisors, and a literati, what are you doing to make a fool..."

Du Weidao frowned slightly, and a cold murderous intent flashed between his eyebrows, and then he regained his calm face. He even stopped Du Zhengming, who was about to move, and whispered: "Brother, don't be impulsive. If we go up like this, we will not only not be able to help our father, but also make the situation even more unfavorable."

"But, Wei Dao, uncle he—"

Hearing Zhang Xianbi's words and continued, he was still angry and burned into anger. Every part of Du Zhengming's body was tense. After moving, he had to overcome the blockade. Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Du Weidao.

"Brother, don't act irritably. Do you think you are stronger than your father and have the ability to solve the current situation?"

The impulsive Du Zhengming stopped, not because Du Weidao's words were so reasonable, but because Du Yinxi's look seemed to have a casual glance, but had some power, which made Du Zhengming honest and could only look at Zhang Xianbi's back angrily and gritted his teeth.

"Haha... General Zhang said, "I am meddling in other people's business."

However, facing Zhang Xianbi's aggressiveness, repeated provocations, and even humiliation, which was beyond everyone's expectations, Du Yinxi chose to swallow his anger and even compromise without principles.

At this moment, Zhang Xianbi felt bad. He was secretly ready to rub his hands and felt that his heavy punch was as if he had hit the air, with nowhere to use it, and he could not make things worse and worse.

Therefore, at a certain moment, under Zhang Xianbi's seemingly proud and strong appearance, he was very frustrated, with a flash of disappointment flashing across the corner of his eyes, and even his tone became uninterested.
Chapter completed!