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Chapter 305 Soldiers need to clear their own weight

Dali produces horses, but they are not handsome enough and their armors are much inferior to those of the Tatars in the north.

Half of the combat power of the heavy cavalry that is fighting in the north is on the war horses. These majestic dragon colts are heavily armored and have great strength, so they can charge into battle repeatedly.

The large horses used by the Jin Kingdom that grew up in extremely cold places were extremely valuable tributes when the Liao people were at their peak. Of course, today's horses will no longer be used as tribute to the Khitan people.

The Liao Kingdom was a country of iron and steel. Its level of making armor and weapons was at least as good as that of the Song Dynasty. The Jurchens were also good at forging iron.

None of this existed in Tubo or Dali, and there had never been powerful barbarians invading from the south in history. This was probably related to this.

Yang Lin inspected the troops being drilled and inspected the food and baggage.

It is said that before the soldiers and horses move, food and grass go first. There is also an old saying that if a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his weapons. If a war is about to break out, he must first take a look at his own family assets so that he can be aware of it.

There was no expression in his eyes, and the generals around him followed closely behind him without saying a word.

On the school field in the distance, a group of newly recruited Wuman soldiers were practicing their shooting skills, while the Song Dynasty Forbidden Army was laughing around them.

The Wuman's face was red and mixed, and he was obviously extremely embarrassed. Yang Lin slowly moved his steps and came closer.

When the officers of the Forbidden Army saw that their superiors had arrived, they all stood upright and the smiles on their faces disappeared.

Several Wuman soldiers were dejected, holding the bows in their hands and not knowing what to say. Suddenly, a slightly stronger young man with a scar face stretched out his hand and pulled the horned bow, and it broke into two pieces.

Yang Lin's heart skipped a beat, what the hell kind of natural power is this? Are the Wuman people so strong? It doesn't make sense. Wasn't Song Jiang beating him up and running around?

Fang Qifu was ordered to train these Wuman soldiers as a reserve army, following behind the large army and practicing in battle.

With a helpless look on his face, he took a bow from the shelf, handed it to Yang Lin and said, "Young Zai, how can these weapons be used for fighting?"

Yang Lin held down both sides, and when he exerted force, the bow immediately broke.

After being startled for a moment, Yang Lin became furious, threw the broken bow in his hand, and cursed: "You thief bird, which bird feather did this?"

Fang Qifu picked up the shield and poked it lightly with his finger, which revealed a hole.

The surrounding air froze, and a gust of wind blew by, bringing with it the unique fragrance of spring flowers in Dali. Only then did Yang Lin regain his composure and cursed: "Who did this!"

"Return to Shaozai, Wang Fu"

Yang Lin sneered and cursed: "Wang Fu used inferior goods to make money. Could he be responsible for all this alone? There must be a complete chain of corruption. At least he would not do these defective goods himself.

Go and do it. Dig it out for me, dig out all the profiteers and traitors, and it won’t be too late for us to go on an expedition after cleaning up the inside.”

A long gun stood in front of the weapons cabinet, the tip of the gun shining brightly in the sun.

Yang Lin kicked hard, and sure enough, the spear broke.

Behind him, many generals looked worried. Of all the equipment in the camp, only those brought from Jiangnan to conquer Dali were still qualified.

Even these were sold by Wang Fu in batches. It was not easy for him to contact the buyers in such a short period of time.

As for the grain and grass in the treasury, it was full of moldy rice, with some sawdust filling it. The money and grain allocated by the court all went into his own pocket, but he let his minions force the local officials to collect military taxes locally.

It made people angry and resentful.

Wang Fu had heard about these things a long time ago. He tried it himself and found out that it was indeed a good way to make a fortune. He even felt that blackmailing those generals before was too easy.

Yang Lin clasped his hands behind his back, left the school grounds, and returned to the small courtyard, still angry.

At this time, Zhang Shuye walked to the door and asked to see him. Yang Lin waved his hand and motioned for him to come in.

"Young Zai, are you still angry about what happened just now?"

Yang Lin looked at him and said angrily: "Isn't it obvious enough?"

Zhang Shuye chuckled and said: "Dali has many jungle trees, and there is no shortage of animal tendons and cooked cowhide. The reason for making weapons is the lack of iron. We can build several ordnance workshops near Yangyi City, recruit local barbarians to produce them, and then

Transported to the front line.

Yangyime City is adjacent to Tubo, and the road is gentle, making transportation along both sides of the Nu River very convenient."

Yang Lin snorted coldly and said, "If we don't dig out these moths, I will be very angry."

Wang Fu fell. After all, he had commanded the army for half a year. I am afraid that just one month would be enough for him to create trouble in the army and cultivate a group of moths. Wang Fu had no other ability. He formed gangs, dragged people into trouble, and made a fortune together.

, I believe he is still very proficient.

"The war is imminent, and the involvement is too wide, which may affect morale." Although Zhang Shuye was almost killed by these people, he still did not want to purge the army in a big way. After all, the ones who could fight were the imperial guards in the Beijing camp who were the most corrupted by Wang Fu.

Yang Lin remained silent, his mind racing rapidly, and finally he said categorically: "Only by clearing out the poison in the army can we go to war."

Zhang Shuye didn't know why Shaozai was so persistent. You must know that the military resources of the Song Dynasty were originally in a mess, filled with many idle men and gangsters.

All good men are ashamed to be soldiers. When a king comes to the army, it is normal for him to be led astray. Now that the war is imminent, why do we have to pursue it to the end?

What Yang Lin had in mind was something far more distant than him. Since the Song Dynasty, the martial arts and spirit of the Han family that had been passed down from ancient times had been destroyed and withered.

Before the Song Dynasty, generals and prime ministers were enemies of each other, with equal status, and the generals who came out were the prime ministers. The status of warriors had never been so low. By the Five Dynasties, rituals and music had collapsed, the system had declined, and military generals were too self-reliant. The Song Dynasty punished the shortcomings of the Five Dynasties.

Overkill.

For hundreds of years, the Song Dynasty used culture to control military affairs, suppressing the spirit of the soldiers until they were barely alive. When the country was first founded, there were still hundreds of thousands of elite imperial troops who could defeat the Northern Han Dynasty, attack the Liao Kingdom, and fight bloody battles at the gates of Yanjing. In the end, they failed due to various reasons.

Next, the status of warriors continued to decline, and the army continued to collapse. There was even a time when a shrewd man was able to pretend to be a civil servant in the court, bully and coerce military commanders in border towns, and then start an army to cause chaos, which almost caused a big joke.

Because of this, warriors often surrender to themselves and have no sense of honor. They look down on themselves and feel inferior to others, which makes them more likely to surrender.

Even if the world is as prosperous and prosperous as the Song Dynasty, what is the use if there are no pure Han border troops who can go into battle, rush into battle, fight to the death among thousands of armies, and can stand alone as the enemy without giving up?

Did he just fall prey to the alien cavalry?

There is no righteousness in the army, and emotions of success and failure are rampant. At any time, we are always a group of unscrupulous soldiers who cannot stand up to the public, and they are trying to support the army.

"Cleaning up the military camp is the greatest respect for the soldiers." Yang Lin said solemnly.

If Zhang Shuye realized something, he lowered his head and began to think deeply.


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