There are not many houses in the village, and Zhu Jun occupied seven rooms alone. Except for a small number of ministers at the Shangshu level, most of them did not even have a place to shelter from the wind and rain. Fortunately, the climate in Myanmar is hot, and it is now the turn of spring and summer, and it is not cold at night. However, it is not a solution to continue like this. Under the coordination of Mu Tianbo, all the residents began to build simple houses.

The only one who does nothing is Zhu Jun and an older official. Zhu Jun is the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. Although his reputation is not good, this kind of rough work is absolutely not the turn. Those old officials cannot pick their shoulders and hold their hands. If they go there, they will cause trouble. It is impossible to sprain their muscles and bones.

Zhu Jun began to think about the issue of the army. Whether he could save his life or even restore the Ming Dynasty was the army. Zhu Jun, Zhang Youde's 2,000-man guard army, had been inspected. In his eyes, these people were better than farmers carrying wooden sticks. The biggest disadvantage was that these people were all military households inherited from generation to generation. The older ones were old men in their fifties, and the younger ones were only thirteen or four-year-old boys. Letting these people fight with the Manchus who have been skilled in their childhood are basically no different from dying.

Zhu Jun firmly set out middle-aged and young men over 30 years old and under 16 years old in his plan. What he wanted was a vibrant elite soldier, and he would never need to fill in the gaps.

By this calculation, Zhu Jun estimated that the 2,000 guards could only be left at most one thousand. Although the number was small, the combat power might be several times higher under high-intensity training. If the elderly and weak participated in high-intensity training, they would become burdens, so Zhu Jun cleared them thoroughly.

Next is to set the military rules. The original military rules are obviously unusable. The military system of the Ming Dynasty guards has many disadvantages. Almost every guard has the final say, and it is even more local emperors than the local emperor. If the commander dislikes you, you will be beaten twenty military sticks even if you spit out a phlegm. If he respects you, even if you go out to rob, the commander can protect you from the local officials. Therefore, Zhu Jun intends to establish a military rule that everyone must abide by. This military rule must not only be easy to understand, but also can tidy up discipline.

Zhu Jun was quite straightforward in this regard. After pondering for a moment, he pinched his brush and wrote dozens of pieces on the rice paper. Before he could finish his writing, a sound came from outside the door.

"Little Guizi, is the emperor in the house?"

"Oh, it turns out it's Mu Xiaogong. Do you want to meet the emperor? I'll report it now."

This place is not as good as the Forbidden City in Beijing. The sound outside the door had already reached Zhu Jun's ears through the thatch that blocked the wind and did not shelter from the rain. He tidied up his clothes and coughed and said in a deep voice: "Is it Mu Jianming? Come in."

Mu Jianming was the young man who welcomed Zhu Jun last time. Zhu Jun later found out that he was Mu Tianbo's grandson and the heir of the Duke of Qian in Yunnan. He danced guns and rods all day long, and he looked like a wandering young man who was idle and idle. But he didn't know what he had to do with him. Zhu Jun was generous to the Mu family. He gently threw the brush on the edge of the desk and looked at the white young man entering the house with a happy look.

"My minister Mu Jianming, please see Your Majesty." Mu Jianming bowed. Before Zhu Jun could get him up, he kowtowed heavily and said, "Your Majesty, I am here to ask for the order."

"You get up and talk first." Zhu Jun was not used to it and always someone kneeled down at him, looking a little embarrassed.

"Weichen wants to join the camp and join the army, but Commander Zhang refused." Mu Jianming stood up and said.

After talking for a while, Zhu Jun realized the cause and effect. Although the Longjiang Right Guard led by Zhang Youde was the only army in the ranks of the survivors, the commander of the garrison was only a third-rank military officer with a low status, and Mu Jianming was the prince of the Duke of Qian. Even if he met a first-rank general, he did not need to be polite. But Mu Jianming was very good at martial arts and always wanted to enter the camp to fight bloody battles. Zhang Youde was just a small third-rank military officer, how could he recruit him into the camp? So whenever Mu Jianming made this request, Zhang Youde always disobeyed him and was polite on the surface, but he did not let go. So Mu Jianming was angry and thought of asking Zhu Jun to issue an order in person.

Zhu Jun smiled. He knew that Zhang Youde was afraid to recruit Mu Jianming into the camp and was actually aware of his scruples, for fear that Mu Jianming would steal his commander position in the future. After all, Mu Jianming is the prince of the country. With such power, as long as he makes a small contribution, someone will naturally secretly support him.

"It seems that the military system will be changed," Zhu Jun thought to himself and said to Mu Jianming: "It's easy for you to enter the camp. Tell me what skills do you have."

"I know the spear and stick, and I have been familiar with the army since I was a child." Mu Jianming's face was slightly rosy and he answered with a little excitement.

Zhu Jun smiled and said, "This is nothing. Everyone knows the soldiers under General Zhang Youde. What's the point of doing? "

"I will use muskets." Mu Jianming said again.

Zhu Jun was stunned, and then he remembered that what Mu Jianming said was that the musket was apart from modern muskets. Although muskets were still quite advanced in this era, they were not of much use to Zhu Jun. He smiled and shook his head and said, "It's nothing strange to make muskets, I don't care."

Mu Jianming was anxious: "Master, the musket is powerful. When the Mu family was in Yunnan, they used muskets to shock the natives. Even the natives' war elephants fled in panic under the third section of the attack. Isn't this a skill?"

Zhu Jun was stunned when he heard the three-duan strikes and three-word words. After a long time, he returned to normal. He asked inadvertently: "What is the three-duan strike? Tell me about it."

Seeing that the emperor was intrigued, Mu Jianming hurriedly said: "When dealing with the local war elephants, the soldiers can be divided into three groups. When one group is shooting, the other two groups fill the bullet and cause fire. Take turns shooting, and then use the knife hand to protect the two wings, the local war elephants can collapse before they can reach the front of the formation."

Zhu Jun almost fainted excitedly. He didn't expect that there would be three long-range tactics for shooting in the Ming Dynasty. What he didn't know was that as early as the early Ming Dynasty, Mu Ying, the ancestor of Mu Jianming, invented three-stage shooting to deal with the local war elephants, hundreds of years earlier than the West.

A hundred years later, this shooting tactic has been greatly promoted in the West, and it can be seen in the history of modern Western wars.

The emergence of muskets and three-stage shooting tactics made the Mongolian cavalry a history. This tactic with cross-era significance was easily spoken by a slut like Mu Jianming, which shocked Zhu Jun.

Although it cannot be used on muskets for the time being, this tactic should be used after the crossbow equipment. Zhu Jun felt excited, but he pretended to be inadvertent and said to Mu Jianming: "I can't see what's so good about this, but you are the prince of Duke Qian. I will let you enter the camp first for Duke Qian. In a few days, you can join me in the camp and I will plead with you to Commander Zhang."

The most effective way to deal with such a naughty liar is to provoke the general. As expected by Zhu Jun, Mu Jianming was very angry when he heard that he was in the face of the Duke of Qian, but he thought that he was about to open his business and join the army, so he tried his best to hold it back.

"You must let the emperor see how powerful our three-stage joint attack in the Mu family is. He cannot be underestimated." Mu Jianming thought to himself and said, "If the emperor has nothing to do, I will surrender."

On the beach in the Tuwadi Land, rolling waves kept swelling on the willow boat side. The sky was cloudy and the dark sea water was rippling restlessly on the sea surface. This was a sign of the coming of a storm.

"Bald, let the anchor be released quickly. Liu Er is in charge of the helm. I'll poke the dead. Where is the death of a person? You come and take the lead first. I have to chop off this coward, Liu Er." A one-eyed person holding a single sword was steadily held onto the mast in the waves and cursed loudly. At this time, anyone on the ship would be doomed if he dropped the chain.

"The boss, the land is ahead of him, and it is Tuwa City. I saw Tuwa City." Someone shouted excitedly in the storm.

"Okay, don't break down, Sanwozi, go and throw the ballast out. We go ashore at full speed to hide from the wind and rain. After this time, everyone will give me a reward. If anyone is foolish about me, don't blame me for being merciless." One-eyed man wearing a short jacket, his face full of hostility.

At this time, abandoning the ballast is an extremely risky action. In the big waves, the ballast can maintain the stability of the hull. Once abandoned, this medium-sized armed ship will not be able to bear the capsized for long. However, abandoning the ballast can speed up the ship. One-eyed is a very experienced pirate. He almost decided to take a gamble. If he could get ashore before the storm came, the lives of the entire ship would be saved.

The bronze-colored skin on the one-eyed face was painful, and the waves rushed to the deck one after another, and there was a tendency to be intensified. Under his command, the ship rushed towards the coastline quickly, but the one-eyed one-eyed did not stop. He saw Liu Er, the helmsman who had escaped in the battle, shivering in the corner of the cabin.

"Poke your mother, I've finally caught you. I've taken you off." He smiled and walked towards Liu Er with a single-eyed smile.

"Good boss, please spare me. I have a cold disease. When the sea breeze blows, I have lost all my strength. I will come here for a while and I will not be able to stop my brothers."

Without waiting for Liu Er to explain, the one-eyed sword had already taken off his sword. The heavy single sword drew half an arc in the air, but it cut a hole in a flash. Because the one-eyed sword was too strong, the single sword had no time to stop, and he slashed heavily into the cabin. Liu Er rolled to the deck on the side and took advantage of the loophole and jumped into the dark ocean.

"Bah! I can hide from my knife, can I escape the big waves? Go to the water to feed the turtle." One-eyed spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm with a vicious mouthful.
Chapter completed!