After Zhang Han finished speaking, Wang Yiji ordered to move forward. At this time, Zhang Han got off the school reading stand and stood by the roadside to smile and greet the soldiers. Every soldier was full of energy and felt Zhang Han's respect and attention to them, especially because he performed well today, he could get rest and extra meals after returning, which made the soldiers feel even more happy. Chinese website ★★.

Zhang Han stopped a recruit in the musketeers at the end of the team. This was a tall recruit, about the same height as Zhang Han, and very strong, which even made people feel a little blessed.

Zhang Han smiled and said, "What's your name?"

"My name is Qin Bosheng." The recruit was a musketman. According to the regulations, he should turn the musket upwards and cross-legged in front of his chest, but he still slung across his shoulders.

"Come on your size," Zhang Han joked with the recruit: "He is so tall and powerful, he should be a warrior."

Qin Bosheng said: "I also want to be a war soldier, but I heard that I have shot bird guns at home since I was a child. They are accurate in killing rabbits and pheasants. I said that I am a material for shooting muskets, so I just put them in the musket team."

"Oh, so that's it."

Zhang Han then suddenly realized that training of musketeers is easy, it can be played in one day and can be loaded in three or five days. However, if you want to load quickly on a tight battlefield, for example, when you are training today, you will shoot and hit the target in a square array. This is not a one or two day effort. If you don’t have to practice for one or two months, you will not only need to train for a long time, but also have to go through several practical battles.

Therefore, those who have experience in shooting bird guns will definitely be directly organized into the musketeers team, and they will be trained as officers or sergeants. After all, Datong is not as good as the south, and there are not many people in the folk who can make guns and kill birds.

Zhang Han took the muskets that Qin Bosheng was carrying and felt it. This was a standard infantry gun, the latest product that was finalized last year. In less than two years, the Firearms Bureau produced more than 5,000 pieces. At present, it is the best quality and has also been widely grinding a type of musket with casings assembled bayonets. However, each ball needs to be matched with a single piece, and the degree is not very fast. Currently, there are less than 1,000 pieces given to the bayonets.

The salary of the musketeers who are rationed with bayonets has been increased, and hand-to-hand combat training has been added. Now only equipped to veterans, it is unlikely that new recruits will be equipped.

Zhang Han pulled the hammer and the movement inside sounded softly. He picked the trigger, but it didn't pull it at all. He added a little force to his fingers. The flint on the hammer fell down, and a large spark was created in front of the medicine pool.

Qin Bosheng was startled, but the musket did not start. Zhang Han smiled and said, "I have cleaned the medicine pool. Remember to clean the medicine pool that is filled in the next training session, and the gun chamber must be cleaned carefully."

Qin Bosheng's face turned red and he quickly agreed.

Zhang Han said to Li Shenming and Sun Jingting: "The impact force is very strong, and the reeds are very thick, so the fire rate should be more than 70%... The difficulty is that the quality is basically the same. Wang Debang and others did it really well." Zhang Han has tried this kind of smoothbore gun with a year-on-year model of Apocalypse many times. Today I tried it. The quality is still quite good. The thousands of tubes made with the same diameter and the pipe walls are the same. The barrels are forged with fine iron. It is really good to maintain such quality, which shows that the managers are attentive. The craftsmen who built the muskets did not act like crazy and avoid slipping. Of course, strict reward and punishment measures are the most important.

Zhang Han handed the gun back to Qin Bosheng and said with a smile: "Did you gain weight in the military camp?"

"Yes..." Qin Bosheng's face turned red again. Although Zhang Hanjue, although this guy is big, he is probably less than eighteen years old, so he will blush too easily.

"It's good to eat in the army, it's normal for you to gain weight." Zhang Han said softly: "Is the training still hard?"

Qin Bosheng said: "It's a bit hard, but it's not as hard as it can't stand it. Farming at home is also hard, and being a soldier may not be much harder. There are so many people who can be together every day. As long as you don't violate military discipline, you won't be scolded, let alone beaten. The Shangguans are not as arrogant as the generals of the border army. They eat and live with us, and their military pay is rich. There is no better way to live than here."

"Train well and be brave when going to the battlefield." Zhang Han smiled and said nothing more, waved his hand and told the guy who loved to blush to leave.

The sun has become a big red ball, and Sun Jingting is going back to the military order for business. Li Shenming got in the car and went home for dinner. Zhang Han could have gone back too, but he promised to go and see the situation of Omubuhong, so he could only take Wu Qi, Zhou Rui and others to the Military Intelligence Bureau.

Halfway through the journey, when the military intelligence department was in sight, Yang Qiu rushed over after hearing the news. The head of the military intelligence bureau originally had a face, but now his face is used to pulling it every day, which makes it look longer.

Zhang Han casually said: "Where is Omubuhong?"

Yang Qiu said with some surprise: "It turns out that lord came to see him today. This person was not locked in the Military Intelligence Bureau. We asked him to herd sheep on the animal husbandry."

Zhang Han heard this and said, "I asked you to give him some hardship, not to ask you to openly humiliate him. He is the eldest son of Tumot Khan and will be an important piece for us in the future. If you humiliate him too much, it will be difficult for him to cooperate in the future."

Yang Qiu said with a shame: "I didn't think it through, and this matter was ruined."

Zhang Han sighed, "Forget it, I didn't explain this clearly. I hope you will do this well now. You'll have to make mistakes."

Yang Qiu didn't dare to speak out, so he accompanied Zhang Han to the ranch.

There was almost no wasteland in Lizhuang. There were originally some bad land, but now they all became workshop areas and dormitories. However, there were still some difficult land in the southwest. The middle area was a hilly area, and there were grasslands for grazing around him. He Yusheng built a circle of livestock around him, raising more than a thousand plowing oxen, and the calves grown were handed over to the tenant farmers around Lizhuang for use. Of course, it was not for free. Tenant farmers had to pay some price to rent. In addition, if the cattle were raised in a large farm style, they would have to be compensated. If the oxen was used in a large farm style, Zhang Han felt that the tenant farmers would not be careful in their use and raising them, and it would be better to use the current form.

In addition to cattle, sheep are mainly composed of them, with about 10,000 heads. The vegetation here is definitely not enough for sheep to eat, but it is not without small supplements. There is also some land around it that grows alfalfa. In addition, the military department will buy hay made by farmers, so that the scale of the sheep flock here can be maintained.

The sheep raised, as well as some chicken coops and pig pens, all provide meat to the military camps in Lizhuang, and recently, they also provide meat scraps to the canning factory.

When Zhang Han arrived, the sun shadow slanted westward and it was almost dark.

Omubuhong was working on a pasture, and the weather was already very warm. The most noble among the Mongolians, Xiao Taiji, was wearing a tattered sheep jacket, holding a fork rake in his hand and forked hay, turning the stacks of pitchforks into a huge pile of hay.

There were flocks of sheep all around, and another group of grazing people were driving the sheep into the sheep pen.

Most of the people who grazed the sheep here were older farmers hired around them. Many of them had white beards and bowed their waists. People often brought dogs as helpers. When Zhang Han and his group approached, the shepherds barked together.

Several men from the Military Information Department turned around and looked here with a vigilant look. When they saw Zhang Han and Yang Qiu coming, they all showed joy on their faces, and then their expressions became tight.

A military intelligence officer brought Omubuhong over. Omubuhong's face was also dirty and dark. There was a long snot under his nose, and his eyes were full of nervousness.

"Why don't you pay a visit to Lord Zhang quickly." The military personnel who brought him over pushed the half-grown boy.

Zhang Han felt that the people under his command had no good feelings for the Beilu, even the weak, women and children. This is no wonder. It has been fought with the Beilu for more than 200 years on the border like Datong. It is not too much to say that it has a deep feces. Maybe an inconspicuous old man who picked up dung in front of him was also a member of the border army back then. Maybe a certain farmer's family, the ancestors, had died from the bloody battle of the Beilu entering the pass to fight Caogu.

After being pushed, Omubuhong suddenly woke up. He knelt on the ground, lying on the landlord, knocked a few times first, then crawled forward, grabbed the hem of Zhang Han's robe, and cried, "Uncle Zhang, spare me. My father Khan didn't intend to get along with the uncle. It was Acheng Taiji and Xi Lingse who encouraged him."

Zhang Han also felt emotional when the half-boy in front of him cried like something. In this apocalyptic world, whether it is a noble or a commoner who has been passed down from generation to generation, if he makes a mistake and cannot protect his family, his relatives will inevitably encounter such an unbearable situation.

In fact, Zhang Han was quite good to Omubuhong. In history, Tumot's tribe was first defeated by Lin Danhan. A few years later, Omubujiang surrendered to Huang Taiji's Qing Dynasty under the instigation of his confidant. However, at that time, Tumot had been defeated. Huang Taiji believed that he could not compare with the Mongolian nobles who truly surrendered, and only left Omubuhong with a small amount of land and Taiji identity, and was strictly supervised. Not long after, someone sued Omubuhong for rebellion. Huang Taiji immediately sent troops to escort this Tumot's leader to Shenyang, imprisoned, and deposed as a commoner. Not long after, Omubuhong "died sick".

Looking at the Mongolian boy who was crying and choking, Zhang Han looked back at Yang Qiu. This was really wrong. This prisoner's situation and hard living environment hit Xiao Taiji, who had never suffered before. Zhang Han was as long as he was grateful, and he would probably have a very obedient agent on the grassland in the future.

"Get up." Zhang Han's face was quiet and his tone was quite gentle: "Just knowing the mistake can be corrected. Your father Khan did not die at my hands, but Ah Cheng Taiji was assassinated and killed. You will know this when you return to the grassland."

The reason why Omubuhong really stepped down was not only because of suffering and some humiliation, but the most important thing was that he knew that his father Khan had died. He was the eldest son of the Khan. However, he never thought that he would inherit the Khan throne at this age. Moreover, the internal struggles of the Tumot tribe were powerful. Even Bu Shitu Khan, an adult Khan, could not handle it. When Omubuhong heard that his father Khan was dead, he immediately felt that the sky had fallen.

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