This is an army built with money, with fierce flags and bright armor. Every soldier who trains is guaranteed plenty of meat.
The pain of training was worthy of the military pay they received. Every one of them was sweating profusely. They were carefully selected to be strong and young, and after several months of training, they became even stronger.
Gao Bing looked at these people with satisfaction, and secretly calculated in his heart that although the Jurchen Tatars were fierce, they didn't have much information. Moreover, they were the remnants of the defeated Wanyan Xiyin, so they were not much to be afraid of.
That black guy from Song Jiang brought two thousand people to seek merit in the middle of the night. Unexpectedly, the advantage fell on me in the end. Isn't this God's will?
Behind Gao Bing were several young generals. Among this group of imperial guards, the most outstanding one was Liu Qi. Unfortunately, he had already taken his men to Hangzhou.
I heard that there were so many people killed in Hangzhou. Although the remaining people had practiced day and night, they had never experienced actual combat. This time the bandits in Yanshan happened to be an excellent opportunity for military training.
"Blow the drum to summon the generals and come to my tent." Gao Gang shouted loudly with high spirits. Immediately, the soldiers carrying the order rushed away, and soon the drums sounded loudly.
The generals and commanders in each camp who were training their troops and horses set off one after another and rushed to the big tent.
After a while, all the generals gathered in the tent. Gao Bian glanced at them and found that they were all majestic soldiers.
"President Song of the former Fanxi Academy led troops to Yanshan to suppress the bandits. Unexpectedly, there were remnants of Jurchen soldiers among them, and they even returned defeated because of their love rivals. I, in front of the young master, have won this great achievement for you, go
Avenge Dean Song."
There was a commotion among the generals below, and everyone had a look of joy on their faces. The quality of the soldiers and horses under their hands could be seen at a glance. He led some elite soldiers that were rare in the world, and fought with Huang on this school field every day.
He fought in the sand, exercised his body, and practiced formations. He couldn't wait to prove himself.
Although this group of Yanshan thieves were not serious enemies, thanks to the Privy Council envoy Song, their achievements were immediately raised to a higher level.
Everyone was gearing up and looking at the high handle above with expectant eyes. Gao Dianshuai was indeed a lucky general. He had just taken charge of the forbidden army and had such an opportunity to show his face.
Gao Bing felt proud, and just when he was about to order his generals to go into battle, the voice of the soldiers came from outside: "Commander, the Young Master has sent someone."
"Oh? Please come in quickly."
Gao Bing walked to the door and saw a guard in a red coat and brocade robe. He clasped his fists and said: "Commander, the young master said that this battle has the effect of training troops, so he asked the commander to go with all the forbidden troops. Every day he sent out one
The team attacks the mountain until all the thieves are exhausted."
This is using someone else's weapon as a training tool. The handle feels a little chilly, but it's still a good idea.
The Beijing Camp Forbidden Army lacks nothing but actual combat experience. If Yanshan is surrounded and attacked slowly, it won't lose many people at all, but it can fully train the troops. Especially those Jurchen soldiers, they are ready-made training partners. Yang Lin's original intention of building the army was not
Just for those Jurchen Tatars outside the customs
If this military training is used properly, I don't know how many fewer people will die on the battlefield in the future. If one of these forbidden soldiers dies, it will be a huge loss.
Gao Bing sent someone to see off the personal guards who were delivering the order, and stood on the spot and shouted loudly: "Calling all the troops and horses, let's go!"
There are 60,000 people in the new Beijing camp. In addition to the 10,000 Liu Qi brought to Hangzhou, there are still 50,000 people. These 50,000 people are ten times less than the original 600,000, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that.
Come out, these 60,000 can hang up and beat the previous 600,000. Those weak Forbidden Army soldiers in the past, who were squeezed by the Forbidden Army generals and aristocratic families, will have their bones knocked dry by you. The wind can blow them down. They can only run away when they are in battle.
, is to surrender, which is simply the biggest joke. Even so, the most ridiculous thing is that they still account for the majority of the Song Dynasty’s tax revenue, and the court spends millions of dollars every year to support them. Although most of this money falls
It fell into the pockets of the imperial family.
The damage caused by redundant soldiers in the Song Dynasty has reached an irreparable point. It has to be cut out to mend the sores in order to change its appearance. The local soldiers are even worse than the imperial guards in Beijing. They are really a bunch of trash. Except
In Hebei, because the Khitan often went south, the local troops and horses maintained a certain fighting capacity. The soldiers in the Jiangnan area could not even defeat the refugees in Fangla.
These more than 1.3 million soldiers and horses were the warriors raised by the Song Dynasty with a lot of money to protect their homes and the country. It is no wonder that they were defeated so completely. In fact, in the Southern Song Dynasty, they were forcibly beaten to pieces by the Jin soldiers. This was so bad.
After the military system was established in their bones, the army of the Southern Song Dynasty was very powerful and resisted the Mongols in their heyday for forty years.
Fifty thousand elite soldiers left Bianliang City from Yuqian Street. The common people along the way witnessed the majesty and power of Bianliang's own soldiers and horses. They all stopped to watch along the way and cheered loudly. Although the former Fanxi soldiers looked so tough, they
, but they are outsiders after all, these are Bianliang soldiers. And each of them looks so kind, not as wild as the northwest soldiers.
You must know that the Imperial Guards in the Beijing camp had well-educated Confucians teaching them to study after daily drills.
A group of people followed this majestic army until they reached the Yellow River ferry outside Bianliang City. Here, hundreds of boats lined the banks of the Yellow River, blocking out the sky and sun, all transporting supplies for this battle.
The Imperial Guards came out of the city gate and lined up in a square formation on the outskirts of the city. The crowd cheered again, and the cheers became louder and louder. After a while, even the roar of the Yellow River surged.
They were all completely suppressed!
Gao Gong was dressed in military uniform and had armor by his side. He was already a talented person. At this moment, he was in high spirits and waved to all directions from time to time. With each wave, the cheers became more exciting, one wave after another, just at this crossing of the Yellow River.
Rolling forward, this majestic aura of the army swept away the beauty in the sky above Bianliang City. In front of such men's heroic spirit, no matter how beautiful a woman is, it is difficult to compare. The last time Bianliang City cheered their soldiers,
It seems like hundreds of years have passed.
The people of Bianliang who followed them watched them gradually leave the sight of the suburbs, and then reluctantly returned to the city.
Amidst the cheers, in the private room of Fan Lou, a fat black man clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, with a look of reluctance on his face.
"Damn it!" Song Jiang stood in front of the railing with his hands behind his back, his face so gloomy that it seemed like blood could drip from his face.
Behind him, Hua Rong, who had a rough temper, didn't dare to speak. At first, he said it was a good thing and it would be great to come back after winning the battle, but he didn't expect to end up like this and become a stepping stone for others.
"I haven't been granted a title for thirty years, and I boast that my spirit has spread all over the country. Who would have expected that when all the people are cheering, I am leaning against the railing with my hands free."
Hua Rong felt distressed when he heard the voice, and asked deliberately pretending to be naive: "What a poem! Brother, what do you mean?"
Song Jiang turned around with a smile, cursed, put his arm around his shoulders and said, "Don't worry about him, just eat wine in the building."