Yang Ce couldn't bear it until the slave trade ship set sail. It was not that he felt sorry for human life, but that sooner or later he would sink these three slave trade ships and kill the people above, and it would be fine if he was a while ago.

The battle is not complicated. Who doesn't know the power of the Han fleet in this sea? Lin Afeng's signature blue flying shark boat appeared on the coast and prepared to escape. A round of shells was bombarded and killed the slave traders, even the chief flew away, and the guards fled in scattered.

Left seven thousand prisoners with ropes tied to the hands and feet stood on the beach, at a loss.

Seeing them overwhelmingly overwhelmed by the crowd, Yang Ce felt distressed. In the same embarrassing at a loss, he heard his subordinates whisper: "Admiral, what should we do with these black barbarians?"

"what to do?"

Yang Ce shook his head: "I don't know, untie them and let them go wherever they love."

To be honest, these 7,000 people are of no use to Yang Ce.

If this is a Qiqian Fujianese, after all, he is a fellow villager, and he would not have time to be happy; if this is a Qiqian Ming people from other places, he would take them away without hesitation.

He has to think about other places.

If there were seven thousand Japanese, he would bring them back to Duke Zhuang; if there were seven thousand Malays and Luzons, he would bring them back to Shihe; if there were seven thousand Portuguese, he would give them to Portugal for money; if there were seven thousand Burmese and Vietnamese, he would keep them himself.

May seven thousand Africans?

Yang Ce didn't want to stay any of them.

There is no other reason, the people here are so fucked.

It's just fucking, this word is very accurate.

What the Han Dynasty needed was those who could be soldiers, and what he needed was those who could be elite soldiers. He had to practice, lead, and win battles.

At the beginning of their docking here, not only the four kings, and even his commands, all African natives were very strong and could run or jump, and they could beat them.

But then there was a problem.

Yang Ce's training methods are consistent with the two Yangs of the North and South China. Maintaining the combat effectiveness of soldiers has two distinct characteristics and one hidden characteristics. The two are easy to see that they are strict rewards and punishments and strict military disciplines, and high-ranking officials have generous salaries.

The hidden characteristic is the personality that the entire Han cultural circle has. Some methods are used to stimulate the sense of honor passed down by soldiers through blood and culture, and to use people's sense of shame to enhance cohesion and combat effectiveness.

Mongolia, Central Plains, Jurchens, North Korea, Japan, Vietnam, Myanmar and even the Southeast Asian countries have such commonalities.

But Africa is different, so Yang Ce thinks that African natives are ‘fucked’.

This problem once gave Yang Ce a headache, and in the end he simply gave in and dismissed all the African soldiers under his command.

Because he found that most of the tribes and some countries on this land had no concept of shame at all, and naturally there was no glory, and their culture was happy.

There is no concept of shame, so being lazy is naturally not shameful. It is not shameful to get up and run late; it is not shameful to run outside the camp during the rest of the exercise. You can also bring one to the superior quickly.

It is not shameful to be punished and beaten with a military stick, and it will not be afraid of military law like other soldiers who are punished. He will only fear you and hate you.

He told him that he was punished for violating military law, and he couldn't understand it. He just thought you hated him and hit him.

Without a sense of honor, it is difficult to abide by discipline. Two soldiers were trained under him for a whole year. Although they were punished a lot, they passed the cavalry test with their excellent physical fitness and a more normal mentality than others and began to learn riding horses.

But these two guys put the Portuguese horse that Lin Afeng finally got, and insisted on going up the grassland to ride a zebra, but their arms were kicked off.

The other one was scared. He stopped looking for the zebra. Do you think he was honest this time?

No, he lied and asked for leave and went there, and forced a wildebeest to take back and said it was his mount.

Then, is he a fucking cow? He has horns!

Later, he was not as lucky as a robe. One day he forgot to feed his mount, and even greeted him with a smile. He was beaten to death by the angry mount with a sharp corner.

There were no horses in the Han Dynasty, and all war horses were stolen from the Portuguese and Arabs. Not many could survive by sailing. There were more than 100 horses in total. Lin Afeng gave Yang Ce forty-eight horses and asked him to train thirty-six cavalry, which would be used as a battlefield command, military investigation or attack on the tough situation in the future.

As a result, in a year, five African natives of the thirty-six carefully selected cavalrymen died of life, all of which were strange reasons. Some of them climbed into the king's yard and climbed trees to pick fruits and fell to death, some died of wounds by wildebeest heads, and some slipped into other pirate camps to make faces and were killed by scared friendly troops.

In the end, only one lucky man was left to save his life, and his arm was kicked off by the zebra.

Yang Ce feels wronged!

To be honest, as the most recognized trainer of the regular army of the Han Dynasty and the most recognized soldier, Yang Ce believed that under the existing conditions, he could not lead the soldiers of the African tribe.

It may be his problem. Chen Mu and Qi Jiguang were able to do so, but Yang Ce believed that even if these 7,000 people were allowed to come, they would have to go through several mutinies to train them into elite soldiers. They would clear out half of them and then use military methods to kill more than half from the remaining half. In the end, they could leave eight hundred elite soldiers, which was worth bathing incense and burning the incense to thank Emperor Taizu for his kindness.

Regardless of whether the Chen family's teachings or Qi family's teachings or collectively called the North and South Military Academy's teachings, they are all methods of training that are important and profitable, which is simply not feasible to the people here.

The most suitable training is to find a pirate leader, pick some fruit from the tree and give it to eat it. Each person sends a three-foot cotton cloth and a ragged weapon, and then take it to the battlefield to take human life.

Facing the slave prisoners who could not see at first sight on the beach, looking at their strong bodies and their big terrified eyes, Yang Ce turned his head and said a few words to his confidants.

The pirate soldiers of the Han Dynasty who were rampant ignored them and scattered all the way with guns and swords on their backs and searched for all valuable things on the shore. The weapons that the escaped tribe chief had no time to take were piled up in front of Yang Ce.

Earth-made spears, longbows, Portuguese chain armor, breastplate, iron swords and brand new Portuguese muskets, as well as several wooden barrels that pirates unloaded from the ship.

Pirates who were proficient in native language entered the crowd and did not untie them. They just asked each other something. After a while, more than ten captive leaders were brought to Yang Ce.

He pointed to the piles of weapons, raised his feet and kicked the barrels in front of him one after another, and said, "Take the weapons to take revenge, kill the people you want to kill, and bring back all the slave traders."

The kicked-over barrel poured out all over the eyes, covered with fine sand, the cotton cloth with excellent texture, glass beads with unknown uses, and salt from the north.

"Bring it to me, you will receive rewards from the Han Kingdom."
Chapter completed!