Chapter 23 The Braid in My Heart

  Yang Bo couldn't take it anymore after just one day...

  Although the military posture was still impressive, but on the second day when they started walking, it was a pitiful sight. The ten rows of square formation walked like crabs, crooked and twisted.

  Walking and walking, it eventually became a long snake array of one word, and there was also a second pen at the edge of the team, I don't know if it was dizzy or not, but it shouted slogans all the way to the sea, and continued to walk into the deep sea...

  If it weren't for Tie Niu's whip waking him up, he would have probably gone fishing directly.

  Yang Bo watched with growing anxiety, fortunately they didn't have rifles in their hands yet, otherwise except for the last row of guys, everyone else would be shot to pieces...

  But this can't be blamed on the military households, standing at attention is a matter of discipline, and marching requires long-term training. At present, Yang Bo divided the military households into several small teams, each led by Tie Niu, Mo Xiang, Gou Er, and Duo Zi, who had experience in formation walking.

  Xiucai Public was very anxious to find a fan, shaking it while asking Yang Bo for instructions, he also wanted to be a small team leader...

  Even during training, the different styles of individuals can be seen. Tieniu is still in his rigid state, and when someone makes a mistake with their footwork, he doesn't hesitate to lash out with a whip. He insists on this method because Big Brother has said that it's effective in teaching.

  Xiao Mo was much better, his brain was quick-witted, he first found a long bamboo pole and tied everyone's right foot to it, when they started walking, they were all playing rolling gourds.

  The dog is gentle and harmonious, the military household training is cheerful and laughter-filled, but the effect is the worst. This is also helpless, he was born like this, it's impossible for him to be ruthless and decisive.

  The kid is a nutcase, and he's using nutcase methods. He had his whole squad of soldiers standing in the sea with their bare butts exposed, and when the waves came crashing in, anyone who moved got hit. They were having the time of their lives...

  No one would have thought that the team he led later, no matter how many enemies they encountered, always fought to the end without retreating, and finally earned the title of Iron Army...

  The women of Maojiatun would all come to watch the military households being flogged, they had no complaints about Yang Bo's brutal methods, it was a matter of course, but rather those who were flogged in front of them couldn't lift their heads. Now that there are benefits, those women have become even more diligent, this has also stimulated the sense of honor among the military households, under the gaze of family and relatives, whoever gets flogged is a shameful thing, they all strive to maintain a majestic momentum.

  Yang Bo ignored the scholar's resentful eyes under the tree shade and sent him to boost morale.

  The soldiers had several breaks a day, and that's when the scholar started brainwashing them: nothing more than how hard it was to chop wood and boil seawater, how happy they are now, with mountain delicacies and seafood, big fish and meat, etc. Finally, the scholar would end with a plagiarized version of "Salt and Bitter" as the most stirring finale, and all the infected soldiers would shout again and continue training.

  "Father, I have a question for you." Yang Bo and Bi Fangji walked shoulder to shoulder along the beach.

  Watching the lively scene on the beach, Bi Fangji couldn't help but be infected. He stroked his beard and smiled, saying "I'm penniless, so don't bother plotting against me again."

  Yang Bo shook his head: "I wanted to ask you about the bird gun."

  "What's with the bird gun?" Bi Fangji stopped in his tracks and asked curiously, "Why are you asking this, Idle?"

  Yang Bo nodded: "That's right, I need a shotgun. I need the most advanced shotgun to equip them. Father, do you know which Western country has such an advanced shotgun? France? England or Prussia?"

  Bi Fang was stunned for a moment, then looked at Yang Bo with a strange gaze.

  "What's wrong, Father? Is there something wrong with what I said?" Yang Bo touched his face, nothing's wrong with it.

  "Why bother seeking far when you have something good nearby? The fire lance of our great Ming dynasty is the most advanced already!" Bi Fangji couldn't fathom Yang Bo's thoughts, and he replied with some surprise.

  "What?!" Yang Bo was stunned on the spot.

  He had always thought that the sentence "The West uses gunpowder to make bullets, while we use it to make firecrackers" was correct. He thought that whether it was the Ming or Qing dynasty, Western firearms were definitely more advanced. Fortunately, Bi Fangji's words woke him up, otherwise he would have continued to maintain this inferior mentality. The greatest achievement of the Manchu Qing Dynasty is that it created countless queues, and even Yang Bo in the new era is still suffering from its poison. He thought that the queue behind his head had been cut off long ago, but actually, the one in his heart has not been cut yet...

  Yang Bo lowered his head and remained silent for a long time, only to raise it with a smile half a day later. At this moment, he suddenly felt that he had truly integrated into this era.

  "Be careful, I still want to remind you," said Bi Fangji, seeing that Yang Bo was not silent. "Although our Great Ming bird guns are already very advanced, they seem to be on a different path from the Western countries..."

  Yang Bo respectfully bowed and said: "I wish to hear more about it."

  Bi Fangji nodded happily, and Yang Bo seemed to be rarely so humble: "As far as I know, the Western countries seem to be working hard on how to improve the accuracy and power of firearms. My great Ming dynasty is working hard on how to increase the frequency and density of fire... I have seen a cart like a porcupine, and also seen three or four pipes strung together as a bird gun..."

  "I understand"

  Yang Bo nodded, and Da Ming took another road that was different from the others. Others might complain that Da Ming's firearms were not as good as those of Western countries, but as a traverser, he couldn't say that. It should be known that even in the 21st century, many countries' weapons are developed along the path of high density, high frequency and high coverage. If the system of Da Ming encouraged these studies, it would not be possible to say who was wrong or right.

  "I'm not very knowledgeable about firearms, if you really want to understand these things, I suggest you take a look at someone's book" Bi Fangji saw Yang Bo thinking and knew he was very interested in these things.

  "Huh? Whose book is this? Has it been translated?" The braid in Yang Bo's heart grew out again quietly.

  "Translation? Zhi Xian won't tell me, can't you read characters?" Bi Fangji looked at Yang Bo with a puzzled expression: "If you want to understand these things, you should first go and read the book of Wu Yi Gong from the Jiajing era..."

  "Who is Wu Yi Gong?" Yang Bo's face turned bright red

  "Qī Gōng Jì Guāng, ah? He made a very detailed explanation of the configuration and use of bird guns in his book 'Practical Records of Military Training'. " Bi Fangji said with a smile, "As it happens, I have a copy, but at this time, you must knock on the bamboo stick to know the leisurely price, five taels of silver per day."

  "Deal!" Yang Bo and Bi Fangji looked at each other for a moment, then burst out laughing.

  "Actually, I have something else that is renowned in the Western countries. Do you want to know what it is?" After a while, Bi Fangji suddenly seemed to remember something and said mysteriously:

  "Porcelain? Silk?" Yang Bo rubbed his head, "Famous far and wide? I really don't know about that, embarrassing..."