Fang Xing knew that he had been cheated by Song Jianran when he received the notice.

When he arrived at the palace, he saw Song Jianran standing beside him, so he woke up and saluted.

After the ceremony, Zhu Di asked, "Do you have any experience in the Zhuquewei? No need to be taboo, just say it."

Fang Xing said helplessly: "Your Majesty, I have never seen the Vermilion Bird Guard practice, so I can't say it!"

"Then go and have a look!"

So Fang Xing went and went to Zhuquewei reluctantly.

...

In terms of how good the resident is, Jubaoshan Guard is definitely not as good as the Suzaku Guard.

The scenery at the foot of Shenlie Mountain is pleasant, and there are five large arrays standing in the military camp, looking very imposing.

Fang Xing, accompanied by Song Jianran, went up to the platform and looked at the silent and neat array below.

“This queue is pretty good!”

Fang Xing praised him, and Song Jianran smiled bitterly and said, "The officials dare not deceive them, they are all airs."

"Then let's start."

Song Jianran asked to wave the flag, and the five large arrays below began to move.

"Share the slap!"

The stairs are very neat and the momentum is OK.

Song Jianran secretly glanced at Fang Xing, and when he saw his face calm, he felt unsure.

Fang Xing picked up the telescope, looked at the expressions of the soldiers carefully, and put them down for a long time and said, "Try a few rounds of gunfire to show me."

Song Jianran was overjoyed when he heard this and hurriedly asked someone to send an order.

The wooden target is inserted and a large array of lines is in the process.

"First row...scatter!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

“…”

Fang Xing put down his telescope and shook his head and said, "No soul! The Vermilion Bird Guard has no soul!"

...

When he returned to the palace, Fang Xing insisted on this statement: "Your Majesty, the Vermilion Bird Guard has no soul, and it's okay to fight a smooth battle. If you encounter a strong enemy, it's a big deal."

Zhu Di asked, "What soul?"

Fang Xing thought for a while: "This soul should be faith, or a backbone. An army has no faith and no backbone, that is just mediocrity. If His Majesty wants to build a strong army, he must start in this regard."

Zhu Di became more interested when he heard this and said, "Let's talk about it one by one."

"First of all, it is faith, that is, soul, military soul!"

Fang Xing said: "On the day when Jubaoshan Guards formed an army, I have been instilling in why they fight. If this goal is not set up, it is to scattered soldiers and brave soldiers!"

Zhu Di nodded slightly, and Hu Guang and others also noticed it.

"Go and call Zhanji."

After Zhu Di felt a sense of crisis, he spared even more effort to cultivate Zhu Zhanji.

As for Zhu Gaochi...

That rebellious son! The pedantic rebellious son taught by literati!

After Zhu Zhanji arrived, Fang Xing began to explain his military establishment process.

"There are no bad soldiers, only incompetent generals!"

Fang Xing’s beginning was shocking.

"First of all, it is military discipline. The first thing I did was to train the array that day, and what I wanted was military discipline."

"The next thing is to instill in the sergeants why they fight."

Fang Xing glanced at the civil servants and smiled and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me for your crime."

Zhu Di knew that this guy was going to speak loudly again, so he glanced at him warningly and said, "Come on, I forgive you for being innocent."

Fang Xing bowed and said, "When I indoctrinated, I mean to let the soldiers fight for the Ming Dynasty."

Zhu Di's silk was not moving, but the civil servants below were a little surprised.

Not fighting for His Majesty?!

Fang Xing smiled: "First of all, we have determined the goal, so we must continue to indoctrinate the soldiers to have a sense of honor. For example, what was the soul of the army when Emperor Taizu Gao?"

Zhu Di's eyes lit up a little, and Zhu Zhanji nodded slightly, looking extremely happy.

Hu Guang and others frowned and listened, preparing to find a loophole to teach this bold guy a lesson.

"Emperor Taizu Gao was in the late Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, and started from scratch and started from scratch. What did he rely on?"

Fang Xing looked at these people with a bright light and said in a deep voice: "It is to drive out the Tartars and restore the belief in China! This is the soul and backbone of our Ming army at that time! What about now?"

Fang Xing looked at Song Jianran and said, "Now the morale is not good, and the military discipline is slackening. Everyone thinks it's time to let the horse go to the south, and the generals should also get some benefits. If the upward and downward effect are effective, where will the morale come from?"

The Ming army was currently better in the border areas, and almost all the other places had deteriorated, which was also the reason why Zhu Di was determined to rectify the garrison.

"When the founding of the dynasty, the Ming army was able to defeat the opponent in the same number of people, but what about now?"

Zhu Di's team was huge every time he went north and his logistics pressure was extremely high.

"The military spirit is gone, and the Ming Dynasty can only rely on the number of people to win, so His Majesty made up his mind to rectify the garrison!"

Fang Xing made up for it quickly, and Zhu Di lowered his eyes, thinking that he was still smart.

"The Ming army back then relied on expelling the Tartars, restoring the soul of China, drove the Mongols out of the Central Plains, and expeditioning the north, completely breaking the Mongols into pieces. Now the Ming army needs such a soul, what should it be?"

Fang Xing bowed and then retreated to the side.

pretty!

Yang Rong couldn't help but give Fang Xing a thumbs up in his heart.

He asked questions and dissected the questions, but in the end he threw the problem to the emperor and got away successfully.

Looking at Wu Xun led by Zhang Fu, some were embarrassed, some were meditated, some were disdainful.

And civil servants are silent.

It's not our business, you guys will argue with it yourself!

Zhu Di didn't expect Fang Xing to come up with such a big question. He pondered for a long time before saying, "Let me think about this matter carefully."

...

After successfully getting rid of this trouble, Fang Xingxiaoyao teased his son at home and didn't care about the reactions from the outside world.

But the outside world was surging because of his words.

Naturally, the civil servants didn't work together and just wanted to watch the fun.

But the martial arts are different, their foundation is the army.

If you don’t have real power, you will be a short title.

What is military soul?

Isn't this a mess?

Zhang Fu had received several waves of guests, and he heard the complaining, but in the end he had to shut up.

Xue Huamin said with some concern: "Dude, is the second aunt a little reckless?"

"No reckless."

Zhang Fu said meaningfully: "The veterans didn't move for long, and the rising stars who were waiting for the opportunity in the future would definitely recognize and agree. Do you know why this is?"

Xue Huamin thought, "Do you want to replace it?"

Zhang Fufu smiled and said, "That's right, the veterans are indifferent and they don't have many opportunities to stand alone!"

Veterans represent rich experience, but they are also representatives of conservativeness.

Most of these veterans are currently awarded titles and have a respectable status, but the newcomers are still unable to shake them.

But the emperor was most at ease with the veterans. Not even Zhang Fu could only stay at home and occasionally practice military training.

Zhang Fu smiled slightly: "Dehua's trick is amazing! Not only did he hand over the problem to His Majesty, but he also gained the favor of many people in the army."

The so-called military soul, although it is certainly happy!

But if you don’t have one, according to the current trend, Arutai and the Oirat are not rivals.

Then just do whatever you want!

As for long-term vision, that is something the temple owners consider. Middle-level generals have no interest in paying attention, nor have the right to pay attention!
Chapter completed!