The beggar emperor at the end of Ming Dynasty

With fifty real guys in the Firearm Camp, the teenagers have become more vigorous in training.

And Qin Yu also practices marksmanship every day, and at the same time does not forget to add training subjects to them.

They all figured it out on their own. In the past, they practiced personal killing skills, but now they still need to practice cooperative combat.

Groups of three, with spurs, twelve people in a row, spur forward at the same time, 36 people in three rows, alternate spurs forward.

For a time, there were constant shouts and killings in the yard, and the dazzling spear head and the uniform pace were inevitable and attracted countless heroes to come and watch.

"Big brother, don't tell me, this kid really has two brushes, and he has a good look at training these boys."

"Well, the guns they hold in their hands are actually sharper than those in Laozi's camp. It's a violent thing!"

Liu Wenxiu and Ainengqi looked at the teenagers training on the playground. They were a bit greedy for the guy in their hands.

Sun Kewang had a gloomy and scary face, and did not answer the two of them, but went straight to the county government.

Not long after, Zhang Xianzhong came to the outside of the courtyard, staring at the teenagers on the playground with a shock, and then walked directly in.

"My lord, why are you here?" Qin Yu was taken aback, and hurriedly told the teenagers to stop, and then ran up, how could this slacker come out of the hole today?

But Mrs. Li and her daughter stared at the room with hateful eyes, shaking.

"Xiaoyu, these are the soldiers you trained?"

"Yes, King." Qin Yu answered honestly.

"Yes, yes, but also a little imposing, but the moves are too single."

Zhang Xianzhong nodded, admiringly.

Sun Kewang was taken aback, and quickly said, "Foster father, no matter how good these stinky boys are, how good they are?

With the fact that these weapons and food were wasted on them, it would be better to distribute them to the battalions. It is estimated that it will take another two or three years before they go on the battlefield. How much food is wasted!"

"Foster father, the eldest brother is right, this is really uneconomical."

"My lord, don't listen to their nonsense, how much food can you get for two porridges a day?" Qin Yu hated him and almost broke the two guys with a single shot.

"Huh, do you think everyone else is blind? Look at their strong one, two porridge a day can grow like this?

I'm afraid it's not three meals a day, a dry meal, and you are full!"Sun Kewang sneered.

"Is that right?"

Zhang Xianzhong's face immediately became gloomy.

"My lord, there is absolutely nothing, at most two dry meals a day, about two or two meters per person."

Qin Yu quickly defended that he would not admit to killing, but he also knew that it was unrealistic to say that they drank porridge every day.

"What did I tell you last time?"

Zhang Xianzhong's tone suddenly became stern, and he stared at Qin Yu.

"My lord, don't the guards in other camps still eat twice a day? Why can't my guards work?"

The evil fire in Qin Yu's heart was also a little unstoppable, as the so-called clay figure still had a three-point temper.

"presumptuous!"

Zhang Xianzhong was furious, and his hands on the handle of the knife were tight.

"Foot-father calmed down. Xiaoyu was still young and could not speak, but he did it for the sake of the future of our rebels. In two years' time, these young people will surely become the elites of our rebels, and they are grateful for the life of the foster father. I will be loyal to my foster father!"

At this moment, Li Dingguo rushed in, sweating profusely, apparently from a military camp outside the city.

"Huh! I am afraid I am loyal to this kid!"

Zhang Xianzhong's face was much better at first, but Sun Kewang's words made his face become cloudy again.

"My lord, when you let me lead a battalion alone, you should treat them equally. Otherwise, what is the meaning of my leader, it is better to be inappropriate!"

Qin Yu was also willing to go out. Now that he has a pistol in his hand and has his own team, he has a lot of courage. If Zhang Xianzhong insists on disbanding his firearms camp, he will take them away.

"Okay! If you treat them equally, will you wait for the next war, you soldiers will also join?"

"That's natural. Next time I blow up the city gate, I will definitely go out with a firearm." Qin Yu nodded and gritted his teeth, naturally knowing that what he said was not soy sauce, but to take the lead in attacking the city like the guards of the camps.

In fact, Zhang Xianzhong didn't pay much attention to this matter. He still appreciates Qin Yu's young age, that is, literate and hyphenated, and quite knowledgeable.

However, the boss said that this group of juvenile farts did not have the skills, but they were treated the same as guards. The young men who had just joined the camps were not convinced, so they came to take a look.

Seeing Qin Yu saying this now, he didn't say anything. He just glanced at the direction of the room and left with someone.

"Boy, remember what you just said."

Sun Kewang left a sentence on the test.

Li Dingguo sighed, "Xiaoyu, you really shouldn't have said that you took people to bomb the city!"

"Dingguo, don't worry, I have my own measures."

Qin Yu waved his hand. If he didn't say that, Sun Kewang would never give up.

In order to take into account the feelings of other battalions, Zhang Xianzhong would definitely collect his food and weapons.

Now that he has said so, no one else can use it to make a point.

After all, Zhang Xianzhong personally sealed him as the leader of the firearms battalion, and promised to recruit a hundred people. He turned back for no reason. How would he lead his troops in the future?

After waiting for everyone to leave, a hundred teenagers breathed out heavily, feeling that they had stepped into the ghost gate just now with one foot. Once the food was taken away, they could only starve to death.

Qin Yu walked over and shouted at this moment: "Have you seen it? Did you hear it? I don't want to die, if I want to live on, and I want to control my own destiny, I will give Lao Tzu a hard training and a hard training."

Obviously, the evil fire had been held back, and there was nowhere to vent.

It's okay to worry about Mrs. Li, but the food and weapons were all obtained by himself from fighting the bandits, which is too damn good.

"Yes! Chief!"

"Training hard."

"Training hard."

The hundred teenagers shouted in unison with exhaustion, their complexions flushed and their fists clenched tightly.

In the following days, although it temporarily stopped, Qin Yu was still very low-key, and even suspended his literacy, lest the uncles came to climb the wall again.

...

Backed by Wushan Mountain and adjacent to the south bank of the Han River, Gucheng is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Although the Eight Great Kings have settled here for more than two months, no officers and soldiers have dared to encircle and suppress.

After Zuo Liangyu searched Nanyang fiercely for a while, he stagnated, and the officers and soldiers in the city of Xiangyang also guarded strictly, for fear that Zhang Xianzhong would send his troops down the river.

Zhang Xianzhong and the tens of thousands of rebels also did not dare to act lightly, because at this time the rebels suffered heavy losses, and some of them had even accepted the imperial court's enlistment, so the Eight Great Kings decided to avoid their advance.

Tens of thousands of people outside the city have young and strong people at home. After joining the rebels, they can barely survive, and almost all of them are gone without men.

After all, the Eight Great Kings don't know how to raise idlers. Qin Yu has a deep understanding of this. Seeing the little food left in the warehouse, the entire youth camp fell into a panic, and even had no thought of training.