Chapter 036 The Ming army's discipline...the pressure is high

Xu Xingxia walked slowly over and looked at the centurion of the Tartars condescendingly. The black feathered arrow penetrated from behind the opponent's lower abdomen, revealing the entire arrow, and blood gushed out, dyeing the large Gobi Desert red. There was no need to save him. In fact, Xu Xingxia would not save him. What he wanted was the other party's life.

"The Hellejin tribe will not let you go! They will avenge me! You wait!" The centurion of the Tartar struggled in pain and said unwillingly.

"I will not let Hellkin tribe go, either." Xu Xingxia said coldly.

"You... wait..." The centurion of the Tartar wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it. His pupils slowly expanded. Then, his head tilted to the side, his legs slowly stretched out, and there was no movement again.

Zhang Quanfu reached out to explore his nostrils, let go of his hand, and said to Xu Xingxia: "This guy is so happy to die. If we were to be taken back to Weizhen Fort alive, we would have the best appearance of him. We will be determined to have this revenge with the Hellerjin Tribe."

Xu Xingxia nodded, pulled out the black feathered arrow from the corpse of the centurion of the Tartar, wiped the blood on it, and inserted it back into the iron quiver behind him. He bent down and stood up, looked north, and said indifferently: "How much do you know about the Hellejin tribe?"

Zhang Quanfu shook his head and said, "Just those just now."

Xu Xingxia nodded and stopped mentioning this matter.

He believed that if this centurion of Tartars, he would definitely not give up if he killed the son of the leader of the Hellejin tribe. In the future, Niujiao Dun and even Weizhen Fort will be in full swing and war will be in full swing. But what does this matter? Could it be that if this person is let go, the Tartars will not come to harass it? Impossible!

The best way to deal with jackals is not to talk about kindness to jackals, but to talk about violence to jackals. Jackals are typical masters who bully the weak and fear the strong. The weaker and more kind you are, the more they bully you. Only when you are more bloody, colder, and more violent than jackals, will the jackals not dare to provoke you.

The Tatars of the Hellerjin tribe were covered with the blood of the Ming military and civilians. It was the behavior of a fool, 25, who was a fool, when the centurion of the Tartars threatened him, he had made up his mind to erase the Hellerjin tribe directly from the map. Of course, now he can only think about it in his mind.

In fact, if you calculate carefully, it is not difficult to destroy the Helejin tribe. The situation is relatively complicated to the south of Yinshan Mountain. The east side of it is the Mongolian Lin Dankhan's troops. The relationship between Lin Dankhan and the Tatars is very bad. If the Ming army dispatched to attack the Helejin tribe, Lin Dankhan would definitely not stop him, and might even send troops to help.

Under such circumstances, as long as the Ming army has 5,000 elite cavalry and 20,000 to 30,000 auxiliary soldiers, they can basically defeat the Helejin tribe. If the Ming army in Ningxia Town is full and has a little training level, it can be achieved with the troops of Ningxia Town alone. However, with the current combat level of the Ming army in Ningxia Town, don’t expect it.

Over there, Gao Meng's loud voice suddenly came: "Who are you? What are you doing here? Stand up and open the bag! What is it in it?"

Xu Xingxia looked back and found Gao Meng was interrogating the middle-aged businessman with a fierce look. If he was separated alone, the middle-aged businessman would be considered tall, almost as tall as Xu Xingxia, but if he stood with Gao Meng, it would be pale in comparison. In front of Gao Meng, who was burly, he was simply a quail, with only trembling parts. Especially when Gao Meng was holding a bloody waist knife in his hand, he was even more frightened.

It should be said that the military households in the Ming Dynasty had a low status and were beaten by others. Once they encountered an opportunity to act like a mighty person, they would never let it go. Extortion was also an important source of extra money. The soldiers of Niujiaodun had also extorted passing business trips before and got some benefits. Basically, as long as they encountered an opportunity to take action, no one would let it go. Gao Meng was of course no exception.

This middle-aged businessman looked so frightened that he had not yet reacted. He carried some goods, which was the best target for extortion. If Chen Hai led the team, the businessman might have died. In this vast desert, there was no outsider, and it was the best place to kill and rob. Gao Meng had already hinted that Xu Xingxia had just now. Kill people and sell goods, and a sum of extra money would come. In this era of chaos, no one would investigate, or even ask.

Fortunately, Xu Xingxia traveled through time in later generations. She received formal legal education and did not have the mentality of killing and robbing people at any time. He walked over and signaled that Gao Meng did not need to be so fierce to others. Gao Meng then retracted his waist and retreated to the side. Xu Xingxia glanced at a large number of businessmen and asked casually: "What's your name? Where did you come from? Where are you going?"

The businessman said tremblingly: "I...I...I...Wang Qinian...comes from Guihua City...I'm going to Ningxia City..."

Xu Xingxia vaguely felt that Wang Qinian had seen it there, but he couldn't remember it for a while. He was very familiar with the name of Guihua City. Guihua City is today's Hohhot City, Inner Mongolia. At that time, it was one of Lin Danhan's important strongholds, and his wife and children were there. In the late Apocalypse, Lin Danhan was defeated by the Later Jin Tartars and retreated to Guihua City.

Wang Qinian, who came from Guihua City and went to Ningxia City, did take this road. In the early Ming Dynasty, this trade route was originally very smooth, with a large number of caravans coming and going. They brought a large number of good furs from Guihua City, and took away a large amount of tea, coarse salt, silk, porcelain and other goods from Ningxia Town. Unfortunately, since the Jiajing Dynasty, the Tatar power has flourished and has continued to cross Yinshan and moved south, harassing the coming and going business trips, and finally controlled the area south of Yinshan and basically cut off the trade route.

Xu Xingxia asked casually: "Did you come here alone?"

Wang Qinian lowered his head and replied with a clear nervousness: "Yes."

Xu Xingxia frowned and said coldly: "Are you not worried about being unsafe on the road alone? Or are you a spy from the Tartars?"

Wang Qinian is so angry, I don’t know how to answer.

Xu Xingxia looked at his expression and didn't seem to be a fake. Thinking that it's not easy for everyone to make a living these days, what is the risk of taking some risks? The Tatar cavalry went south to loot and the risk of being swallowed up by sandstorms! What are you doing nowadays? He nodded, waved his hand, and said generously: "Okay, it's okay, you go!"

Only then did Wang Qinian move his footsteps tremblingly.

His original war horse had been pulled over by Gao Meng. The goods on the horse's back were also in Gao Meng's hands. He didn't dare to ask Gao Meng to get his own things back. He was already very satisfied with being able to escape from the hands of these Ming soldiers. If there were further requirements, his life might be ruined here.

He also has a deep understanding of the daily behavior of the Ming soldiers. He was an isolated businessman who fell into the hands of a group of Ming soldiers, almost no difference from falling into the hands of the Tartars. This time, he was indeed pulled back from the Ghost Gate twice. Once, the Tartar centurion wanted to kill him, but was rescued by Xu Xingxia. Another time, these Ming soldiers wanted to kill him, but were also stopped by Xu Xingxia.

Xu Xingxia nodded to Gao Meng, meaning to return other people's things. Gao Meng then reluctantly returned the war horses and goods to Wang Qinian. It can be seen that he was really a little unwilling to do so. However, he could not violate Xu Xingxia's orders. He could only curse himself, Wang Qinian was indeed too lucky.

The high and fierce movements made Xu Xingxia shake his head secretly, feeling the pressure on his shoulders. The discipline of the Ming soldiers was indeed a big problem. In the late Ming Dynasty, both the military disciplines of the garrison and the warriors were quite poor. Some troops, even robbers, were even bad. Killing good and taking credit for good, were all made by this group of people. If they dared not kill the enemy, they would kill their own people to seek credit. It is impossible for such an army to rely on any combat effectiveness.

To be honest, by the 44th year of Wanli, the roots of the Ming Dynasty were basically rotten. Sores were found on the top of the head, pus flowed from the soles of the feet, and tumors and cancers in the middle. Even if Zhu Yuanzhang was reborn as an emperor, there was no way to save it. Even if he had the ability to defy the will of heaven, it would only last for decades. It would be very difficult to regain his vitality. This phenomenon is reflected in the army, and even the current army, don’t expect it. If you want to gain stronger combat effectiveness, you must start with a blank piece of paper and recreate an army.

Perhaps, I can find one or two people who are not afraid of death in the Guard Army or the warrior system, but it is almost impossible to find some people who strictly abide by military discipline. Xu Xingxia felt that if he really led his troops, the first thing he had to rectify was the discipline of the army. However, if he wanted to use the three major disciplines and eight items to pay attention to the strict requirements, it was afraid that it would be very difficult. If he didn't do it well, he would become a lonely person. Damn, it was really under a lot of pressure!

"Forget it, let's not worry about it for now."

Xu Xingxia subconsciously shook her head and pushed out the thoughts in her mind.

He bent down, grabbed the body of the Centurion of Tartar, threw it on the horse's back, and prepared to take it back. There was nothing valuable on the Centurion of Tartar. Looking at the sky, it was almost dark. The four people quickly packed up their own things and turned back. After walking for a while, they saw Wang Qinian shining and shrinking behind them.

Gao Meng said dissatisfiedly: "Who is the last king, what are you doing with us?"
Chapter completed!