I'm really not the carpenter emperor

With their collective efforts, Zhu Youxiao only needs to propose a general direction and solve problems for them, and then he can watch the technology of firearms continue to improve.

Among the more than 120 senior technicians, Xu Guangqi, Sun Yuanhua, Weng Yishi, Mao Yuanyi, and Wu Changshi are famous all over the country.

Except for Weng Yishi, the other four people have been in the officialdom for many years. They are not only military experts, but also famous ministers.

For them, it is indeed not easy to make such a choice to give up the fame and fortune that they have already obtained, and to spend every day in a place like the Armament Department with firearms.

Zhu Youxiao knew that when the paper shell technology gradually matured, primers appeared, and bullets with metal shells gradually replaced paper eggshells more than 300 years later.

As far as the present is concerned, as long as Daming understands the paper projectiles, it has already surpassed most western countries, because even they have not fully completed the promotion yet.

Seeing this, Zhu Youxiao suddenly felt that since firearms were so advanced, tactics should not be left behind.

For Da Ming now, even the three-stage strike tactic, which performed relatively well in combat, has been used for many years and needs to be refined.

Zhu Youxiao carefully thought about the description of the line tactics of later generations in his mind, wrote it down on the paper bit by bit, and then handed it to Wei Zhongxian, saying:

"Give it to Chen Ce and let him have a look. If he comes up with something, tell him to try it in the Yongwei Camp."

Wei Zhongxian took it in his hand and immediately covered it without taking a peek, and said, "Master, what do you think of again?"

Zhu Youxiao leaned on the chair, still pondering in his mind, and said:

"I think of a new type of combat method that may be popularized by musketeers. It is best to draw up a code of practice and pass it on to future generations. You go down first and let me think about it carefully."

"By the way, ask the cabinet to sort out the list of the honorable ones, the three excellent ones, and the two excellent ones. I want to know where they all inherited it."

Chapter 815 This Is Not My Noise

Wei Zhongxian received the holy will, and hurriedly bowed and left.

Wang Chaofu followed in, got closer, and asked: "The assessment is over, why doesn't the emperor return to Kunning Palace, the female officer of the inner court, Mrs. Xu, found a Cuju somewhere, and she is playing with His Royal Highness the eldest son. "

"The empress is also here, do you want the emperor to go and see, to relieve boredom?"

"The queen is here?" Zhu Youxiao's feet were a little itchy, and he leaned over, his face obviously agitated. Cuju is almost like football in the Ming Dynasty.

The emperor's and his predecessor's servants like Wang Chaofu, all ghost-like, did not wait for Emperor Tianqi's orders, and hurriedly said:

"Slaves are going to report to the harem..."

Zhu Youjiao was waiting to get up, but his sleeves accidentally swept over the imperial case, and the memorials that had been piled up for several days were overturned and fell to the ground.

"No need!"

The two maids next to the nearest squatted down to tidy up, tidied up the memorials and put them on the imperial case. Zhu Youxiao's good face, which had just lit up just now, disappeared again, and sat back and said:

"I haven't read one of the books. I'll just wait and see. I still have to consider how to develop line tactics in the Ming army. Wait for a while."

Wang Chaofu was taken aback for a moment, and then forced a smile: "Maidservant will help you read."

"Hmm." Zhu Youxiao was always very reassured about his ability to read Wang Chao's memorials, so he lay down on the throne, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Under Wang Chaofu's instruction, the two maids stepped forward one from the left and one from the right, clenched their petite fists, and lightly beat Zhu Youxiao's shoulder.

Wang Chaofu groped in the notebook for a long time, found a copy, and said happily: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, there is a good report from Fujian."

Zhu Youxiao still closed his eyes, frowned slightly, and waited quietly.

Only then did Wang Chaofu continue: "Fujian coastal defense guerrilla general Zheng Zhilong, on the [-]th of this month in the waters of Penghu, smashed the fleet led by the sea tycoon Liu Xiang.

Everyone in our navy shouted to fight for His Majesty, and the shouts shook the sky. Tongshan defended Qianhu Zheng Zhibao and other Zheng's sons.

The pirates were defeated and fled in a panic. Zheng Zhilong took the opportunity to lead Zheng's fleet to follow and chase, killing the leader of the pirates, Liu Xiang.

After this campaign, Fujian Haibo was wiped out in one fell swoop, and there was no more coast guard.

The envoys stationed in the capital of [-] countries, including Franz (Spain), Korea, and Britain (UK), came to congratulate and congratulate the Ming Dynasty on eradicating bandits and controlling the Far East Sea.

Minister Nan Juyi, governor of Fujian Province, and Yu Zizao, general soldier of Fujian Province, kowtowed and prayed for the holy news! "

"Zheng Zhilong is very capable. Since the Zheng family's fleet has surrendered to the imperial court, they have fought numerous battles in the Fujian waters, and they have contributed to the court."

Zhu Youxiao couldn't see any joy after the victory on his face, and said: "Declaration, Zheng Zhilong will be promoted to Fujian Coastal Defense Admiral and stationed in Kinmen."

"Zheng Zhihu was named Jinyiwei Qianhu. He has no heirs, so Yinfu's closest son, Zheng's family, was named Jinyiwei Baihu. He was ordered to come to Jingbei Town to serve as Fusi."

"Those who have done meritorious service in Zheng's fleet will be verified by the Secretary, and each will go to the station and report to me."

Wang Chaofu couldn't understand the meaning of the emperor's words, he was just happy for Daming, even he, the eunuch, could tell how much the Zheng family's extermination of Fujian bandits meant to Daming.

But he couldn't understand why the emperor couldn't see the slightest joy in such a great event, although he said that the Zheng family was brave and Zheng Zhilong was good at it.

On the contrary, this award made him shudder a little.

"Your Majesty is benevolent, Zheng Zhilong has received the imperial decree, and he must thank the capital for his great grace, and die for the country's government!" Chao Fu said happily.

"I also hope that he can think like this, but it will save trouble, so don't read it for now." Zhu Youxiao snorted coldly, leaned on the throne with his hands, and said:

"I'm tired, I need to take a nap for a while, you have been with me all the way, so go back and have a rest."

Wang Chaofu nodded quickly, and ordered Gong'e, who was beating her back and shoulders, to back out, and quietly closed the door of Xinuange.

The sun was setting, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone into the Xinuang Pavilion. Zhu Youxiao, who was leaning on the throne, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

When I fell asleep, I was still thinking about government affairs that had not been dealt with in time.

At the same time, outside Kunning Palace.

Zhu Ciran stepped on Cuju, looked at the surrounding concubines with satisfaction, and said to Zhang Yan who was sitting not far away:

"Queen, watch!"

After saying that, he volleyed. Chen Ce's son, Chen Yingzhao, was about the same age as the eldest son of the emperor, and was often called into the palace to play with him. At this time, he played the role of goalkeeper.

Chen Yingzhao tried his best and flew out, but he still watched Cuju shoot into the net from a tricky angle.

He pounded his fists on the ground in frustration, surrounded by eager cheers.

"Your Highness shot well!"

"Sister, this kick is really wonderful!" Tong Jing'er sat next to Zhang Yan, her face was full of surprise, she covered her mouth and snickered.

Zhang Yanzhuang sat there quietly, smiled and said:

"This kid is really like his father. He competes in everything. He competes with Chen Yingzhao in Cuju and Zhang Shize in arm wrestling. Although he has never won, he never gives up."

When Tong Jing'er heard this, she couldn't help but said: "Your Highness is competitive, but he has never compared his homework with Shu'e. The old man has a headache for His Highness's homework."

At this time, Utia, the Mongolian imperial concubine, interrupted and said: "A child with such a character must be a famous emperor in the eyes of us Uqiyet people."

When the voice fell to the ground, the pavilion was suddenly quiet.

Yu's imperial concubines looked at each other, you looked at me, I looked at you, even Tong Jing'er was silent, Utiya, a Mongolian woman, had rarely heard her speak since she entered the palace.

What's more, everyone didn't know how to face this first Mongolian imperial concubine since the Ming Dynasty, and there was still some hostility in their bones.

Zhang Yan was silent for a while, then suddenly took Utia's hand, and relieved:

"Utia, you are a young eagle on the prairie. Daming is lucky to be married here. You don't need to be formal, you can say whatever you think."

"I heard that King Fuyu has a younger son who is about the same age as the eldest son of the emperor. Why don't you call him into the palace and let them see him?"

Utia was taken aback for a moment, she didn't expect to be treated like this by the queen, and she didn't dare to pull out her hand rashly, stammering:

"Mother... Your Majesty's words, if my father heard it, he would die of joy. The Uziyet people all look forward to forming an alliance with Daming Yong."

"This is not right. If you marry in, you are already a member of the royal family. King Fuyu is also a relative of the royal family. Uziyet and the whole Mongolia are friends of Daming."

With Zhang Yan's words, Tong Jing'er said: "Yes, the marriage between Daming and Mongolia started with you, but it didn't end with you."

Concubine Chun also laughed and said: "They are all from my own family, so what two families are talking about?"

The women were playing a show, but Zhu Ciran, who was in the middle of the stage, felt the coldness, pouted his lips, and shouted loudly:

"Mother, look at me!"

"I'm going to shoot again!"

"Hey! Look at—" Zhang Yan responded subconsciously, then turned her head and smiled at the concubines who couldn't help laughing:

"Look at him like that!"

As the sun went down, the sky gradually darkened. Lanterns were lit up in all the streets and alleys in the capital city. The restaurants and inns were still noisy, and the nightlife had just begun.

In the palace, the lights were still brightly lit.

Zhu Youxiao woke up suddenly, looked around, and found that there were only a few eunuchs standing with their heads bowed, so he opened a notebook and read it.

Without waiting for the emperor's order, the eunuchs immediately lit up the lanterns around the main hall and corridors, illuminating the entire Xinuang Pavilion brightly.

Chapter 816 All-Victory Cavalry

Zhu Youxiao's intention was reported to Chen Ce, the governor of the Yongwei Battalion at [-]. That night, he held a foreign language written by the emperor about line tactics in his hand, and his face was full of shock.

In his opinion, this tactic is equivalent to an upgraded version of the three-stage strike tactic that has been popularized in the Ming army.

It is true that the three-stage strike cannot be used anymore. The three-stage strike is suitable for small-scale battles, but judging from the wars in recent years, the Ming army mostly engaged in large-scale field battles with the pseudo-gold and Mongolia.

As Tianqi vigorously developed firearms, almost everyone now knows the advantages of firearms over cold weapons.

Chen Ce, as the governor of the Imperial Army's Bravery Battalion and the general of the emperor's personal guard, naturally understands that the coming of the age of firearms cannot be stopped.

Since it cannot be stopped, it is necessary to actively adapt.

The emperor's so-called "line tactics" concept was very inspiring to him. Chen Ce had participated in many battles, and many ideas immediately appeared in his mind.

About half a month later, when Zhu Youjiao was reviewing the memorials in Xinuange, a young eunuch from the imperial horse supervisor rushed over excitedly and said:

"Your Majesty, Governor Chen invites His Majesty to go to the Martial Arts Arena, saying that there are new tactics, please implement them!"

When Zhu Youxiao heard this, he was very happy. After all, Chen Ce had been with him for so many years, and he still had some skills, so he immediately got up and went to the martial arts field.

In the past half a month, the Yongwei Battalion has almost "occupied" the martial arts field in the suburbs of Beijing.

Since he was training new-style line tactics, Chen Ce also lived and boarded in the Martial Arts Field, commanding every day, so he finally had some insights.

Because the steps for the emperor to go out of the palace were too cumbersome, Zhu Youxiao chose to go there on horseback in micro-clothes again, bringing only a few skilled guards with him.

Along the way, the capital was crowded with people. Merchants, tourists, Mongols, Koreans, businessmen from Western countries and Roman missionaries who had signed trade contracts gathered together and made a lot of noise.

No one noticed that Emperor Tianqi of Ming Dynasty was galloping past them like a gust of wind.

Just after leaving Yongding Gate, a few miles away from the Martial Arts Field, one could hear the shouts of the Yongwei Battalion practicing from a distance, mixed with the sound of guns and guns, it was very exciting.

Inadvertently, Zhu Youxiao tightened the rein with one hand and accelerated the speed.

A group of people soon arrived at the Martial Arts Arena. Chen Ce had already heard the news that the emperor was coming in his clothes. He was waiting, so he hurriedly came forward, saluted and said:

"I see you, Your Majesty!"

"Excuse me, I heard that Aiqing knows how to practice line tactics?" Zhu Youxiao reined in the horse, dismounted, and handed the mount to a guard.

Chen Ce followed Zhu Youxiao into the martial arts arena, waved his hands to clean up the dust in the air caused by the march of the army, and said:

"Returning to Your Majesty, I feel that since we want to develop the line tactics of the musketeers, it is better to combine the line tactics with Daming's foot formation to create a brand new tactics!"

Zhu Youxiao walked quickly, and went straight to the high platform where Chen Ce ordered the generals to train on weekdays. Chen Ce followed behind, talking about his thoughts during this period of time.

"In the previous battles, our army had a large number of people, but we often couldn't give full play to our advantages. The delay was long, and the food and payment alone was a huge expense. I wonder if we can shorten the battle time as much as possible in future battles."

"In a battle, the time to decide the winner should be within an hour. During this hour, try to kill the enemy as much as possible, so as to avoid excessive consumption."

Zhu Youxiao came to the platform and stood still, turned his head and said:

"Your idea is very good, but don't talk empty words, empty talk will harm the country, and work hard to rejuvenate the country. I am here today to see your achievements in the past half month."

Chen Ce nodded, and he was just waiting for today.

Immediately, he took a step forward, facing the martial arts arena where he was practicing, and shouted loudly: "Stop training!"

Not long after speaking, orders were passed down one after another. In the huge martial arts arena, all battalions of the Yongwei Battalion stopped their drills one after another, lined up neatly at a fast speed, and looked up.

"Your Majesty is going out of the palace today in micro-clothes to see the results of the drill of our brave guard battalion known as the imperial guards of the capital. The blunderbuss team, come forward!"

With an order, more than [-] elite fighters of the Yongwei Battalion trotted out from each battalion and lined up at the front of everyone.

Their formation is somewhat similar to the previous three-duan strike, but completely different.

Zhu Youxiao looked at the bird gun queue with only two horizontal lines in front of him, nodded and said: "It seems that you really read what I told you, reducing the depth of the three-stage strike and widening the width of the horizontal line."

Chen Ce nodded with a smile and said:

"Your Majesty's words are deafening to my minister! How dare I not obey them? After many days of practice, I feel that this horizontal team will have a miraculous effect against the enemy!"