Chapter 2575: Determined to March West

The final data came out. Fang Xing took a look at it, then handed it to Zhang Fu and said, "It was rushed in."

Chen Mao asked: "Can you stop it?"

Fang Xing shook his head and said: "Without follow-up additions, it can't be stopped."

Wang Tong was very interested in this method of determining victory and defeat through data. Hearing this, he asked, "Bo Xinghe, what support do you need?"

Fang Xing saw He Lian and Gao Yanbai coming up, but he didn't expect to leave any room for them, so he said: "The firearms array was also broken into by the enemy during the last northern expedition. The trebuchets at the rear immediately fired a wave of earthen jars, blocking the way. After detecting the enemy's follow-up, I led a surprise attack and drove the enemy out. The Qianhu Institute of Martial Arts provided timely reinforcements, and then the hole was blocked..."

Everyone was there, but they were on the wings and in the center, so they were not immersed in the scene. But I still felt the tragedy from Fang Xing's description.

"The firearms guard was broken through by the cavalry, and it was almost a massacre."

Fang Xing did not blame He Lian and Gao Yanbai, but only talked about the consequences of the failure.

He Lian said sincerely: "Uncle, may I ask how you can train your troops as quickly as possible?"

The people here are all veterans, but their understanding of the training of firearms troops is far behind.

"Actual combat, or an atmosphere close to actual combat, such as the charge just now."

Fang Xing feels that the biggest problem with the current training is that it is not close to actual combat, so no matter how beautiful the training is, it is just for show.

He said to Zhang Fu and others: "There is no use in showing off. You all should know that no matter how powerful a warrior is, as long as he has never been on the battlefield, even if he can fight one against a hundred, he can still survive the first fight." The chances are a hundred times less than those of old pawns.”

Everyone knows this truth. Zhang Fu immediately woke up and said, "You mean they only lack tempering?"

Fang Xing nodded, "Yes, but they can't be the vanguard. They may not have the opportunity to practice with a small group of enemy troops before the war, so we need to practice close to actual combat now."

Meng Ying pondered for a moment and said: "There are currently many veterans in the army, but they will eventually retreat in batches. After they retreat, how can the strength of the Ming army be guaranteed?"

Zhang Fu said: "I can only let the old soldier take care of me for a few years."

Veterans lead new recruits. This is a method that has been used throughout the ages.

Wang Tong said: "Ten years of training is not as good as seeing blood once on the battlefield."

Fang Xing said approvingly: "This is exactly the truth. No matter how elite a soldier is, he cannot be considered an elite soldier if he doesn't see blood."

"Let's practice."

Fang Xing and others left and continued to inspect the army elsewhere.

"Practice!"

He Lian shouted, but tragically found that Zhu Mian and Xue Shen had left with their imaginary enemies.

"How do we practice?"

He was dumbfounded, but Gao Yanbai didn't do anything!

"Go and ask for help!"

Everything is close to actual combat!

The latest drill standards have been released, and everyone is looking for imaginary enemies.

In the end, the Governor's Office and the Ministry of War came forward and, in accordance with the style of the coalition forces, assigned each guard post with its own imaginary enemy partner.

Knives are being sharpened everywhere, and fighting spirit is boiling.

Fang Xing has been away from home for the past few days, and his family has long been accustomed to following him on expeditions.

There is a trend brewing in martial arts recently.

"We want to join!"

Groups of students were discussing the Western Expedition during breaks.

"Our martial arts school formed a thousand-household institute during the last Northern Expedition, and even managed to turn the tide at critical moments. Why not this time?"

"Now that there are more firearms guards, we won't be needed, right?"

"Nonsense! They say the best training is to see blood, but how many people in martial arts have seen blood?"

"Has the eldest son of the Xinghe family seen blood?"

The students were excited, but someone brought potatoes in.

Tudou was chatting with a few of his close classmates, and the topic was whether he could follow him to the Western Expedition.

Hearing this, someone said: "As a general, it's okay to go. As a student, there is no credit for going, so I probably won't go."

Everyone looked at the potatoes on the side.

Tudou’s friends scolded him: “You said what you said,

What does it mean to bring Fang John? "

The atmosphere was a bit tense.

Fights happened almost every day in martial arts, and even Tudou had encountered them more than ten times. However, he won more than he lost, so others could not say that he was a playboy, so he calmed down a bit.

The two groups began to prepare.

Tudou packed himself up and rushed over first.

"beat!"

Tudou punched one down and was immediately kicked over. He got up and hugged the other person, using the method Xin Laoqi taught him, and easily knocked down his opponent.

After the fight ended later, two sergeants stood beside them, looking at them coldly, "Get up."

Martial arts are a group of energetic men, and even those in charge of discipline are sergeants.

Everyone was driven to the school grounds and made to stand, and they were not allowed to enter the class later.

The sun was a little bright, and two sergeants were supervising them. If anyone made any moves, they would be punished.

Tudou stood straighter and more stable than anyone else. His clothes were soaked with sweat, but he remained still.

When get out of class ended again, their punishment was over.

A group of people were fighting each other, and now they started talking to each other.

Arriving in front of the classroom, a student shouted: "Fang Han, are you going to go to the Western Expedition?"

Tudou stopped, then looked at the classmates on the left and right, raised his head slightly and said: "If you go to martial arts school, I will definitely go! If you don't go to martial arts school, I will also ask my father to take him with you."

Potato's face was covered in sweat, and his body was half wet, but he was serious about what he said. Besides, this was a martial arts school. If he told a lie, he would have no place in the army.

Potato turned around and left, heading for the professor and instructor's duty room.

The boy's back was firm and his steps were calm.

The sun shone on his back, and the students couldn't help but squint slightly.

"Good!"

A student finally couldn't help but shout "good".

"Fang Han!"

The students who used to dislike Fang Han all showed admiration on their faces, and then the professor came and drove them into the classroom with a stern face.

...

Fang Xing has been in the governor's mansion for this period of time, coordinating various matters with the military generals.

When Fang Xing heard that Potato was coming, he was stunned.

Meng Ying smiled and said, "Lord Xinghe, your Fang Han wants to go to war, right?"

Fang Xing thought so too, and when he was about to get up and go out, Zhang Fu said, "Go and call that kid in, let everyone see the courage of the younger generation of military merit."

Fang Xing pointed at Zhang Fu, and then sat down again.

The military heroes in the room were all waiting with smiles. Someone brought tea and snacks, and they took a break.

When Potato was brought in, he was not afraid to see these military heroes.

"Hello, gentlemen!"

He bowed and saluted. Fang Xing frowned and said, "Why did you run out?"

Potato stood up straight and said without looking away, "Father, I want to volunteer to go to the Western Expedition."

After saying that, he raised his head, the boy's blood was boiling, but the purple corners of his mouth looked a little funny.

Everyone was young once!

The military heroes smiled at each other, and then Zhang Fu sighed, "It's great to be young! If I were ten years younger, I would also want to hold my head high!"

As people get older, they gradually learn to be patient, so they also learn to bow their heads.

Meng Ying was also a little sad, but then he cheered up and joked: "Do you want to quit martial arts?"

Tu Dou said: "If martial arts can form a thousand households again, I am willing to be one of them and fight for the Ming Dynasty! If not, I hope to follow your majesty in the west expedition."

The young man's voice was sonorous and powerful, his eyes were firm, and his posture was upright, making the old guys envious.

"Dehua, you have a good son!"

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