I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

Not far away, a few men watched the elementary school students eating lunch through the iron fence, with mixed emotions.

"Brother Fang, look at these little thieves, they eat better than our big handsome and second handsome, right? It's milk and eggs, and there seems to be braised pork!"

"Shh, Wang Shisan, keep your voice down, you're going to die! Can a gangster shout casually?"

"What do you mean, are you afraid? You were bought by Baoming? The second commander-in-chief has only been shot for a few days? The bones are not cold, are you thinking about descending?"

These men are none other than Zeng Guoquan's personal soldiers.

After Zeng Guoquan was shot, Daming briefly buried him next to the ruins of Tianjin Yangheshang Temple, and let him look at those sinful places where he had committed numerous crimes, and reflect on it below.

After the Tongliao iron cavalry regained most of Tianjin, Zeng Guofan sent people to ask for the recovery of his brother's bones and wanted to bury them back to Hunan.

But was rejected by the Khan of Tongliao, the garrison of Jingdong, the eternal God of War in the Qing Dynasty, and Lord Sotna.

Loyalty is not absolute, it is absolute disloyalty.

Don't you want to take the opportunity to go back to Hunan, old boy?

Sure enough, how do Hunanese compare their loyalty with us Mongolians?

In the end, the matter was over.

Daming has always been more tolerant towards the Chinese, at least it will not use capital punishment or even sit down.

Therefore, after Zeng Guoquan's death, the Hunan Army under his command did not suffer any damage, but was packed and sent to Luzon.

In Luzon, they may be able to play a little role together with the North Korean puppet army, and give full play to their ability to shave their heads in Nanjing City in history.

Daming's army will not enter the field for a year or two.

Zhu Fugui would not make the mistakes of the later generations of the Khmer Rouge.

If you are greedy for merit and rush to the island and enter the city, then blood will be splashed on yourself.

Instead of rushing to the island and entering the city, wait for the Luzon Island battle royale to play a monkey king, and then Da Ming will enter the arena, then there will be everything, and he will become a great hero who saves the people.

However, the situation of these men in the Push Mine is a bit special.

They are Zeng Guoquan's personal soldiers, with high martial arts skills, skilled bow and horse, and very skilled.

Moreover, in ancient times, the soldiers were the people most trusted by the commander. They were either relatives or relatives, or they were from the same village.

These backbone Zhu Fugui did not dare to let them go on their own, so they were escorted to the Plash Coal Mine for labor reform.

Chapter 524 Fang Tiesheng, Flower Machine Gun, Old Man

The elementary school students on the autumn outing were eating, and the labor camp personnel took advantage of the time of the release to observe these Mingren cubs from a distance through the iron net.

Although they are all human cubs, these children are really different from the skinny little ghosts in their hometown who play with urine and mud in the mud pit.

"Fangtouer, look at that bratty boy, he threw away the meat scum between the bones of the chicken wings without licking it clean. He is really extravagant and lustful!"

"That's right, Fangtouer, and that little bastard, who eats chickens but doesn't eat yellow, he's really more corrupt than the Eight Banners!"

"Fuck your mother, are these really elementary school students? Why do they look like little calves? Are elementary school students equivalent to children?"

"Where did I know, I'm a jerk. I thought I'd go back to my hometown and ask my mother to give Zhang a wife and give birth to a big fat boy. Now it's all ruined by the surname Zhu."

"Okay, okay, don't say a few words."

Fang Tiesheng, the middle-aged man known as Fang Touer, is the captain of Zeng Guoquan's personal army. He is good at bird guns and simple knives, and his boxing skills are not inferior to Yang Liu.

In fact, in Fang Tiesheng's hands, there are not ten or eight lives with long hairs, each of which is their own master, and Daming did not feel embarrassed by it.

He sat on the rock, took out a few steamed potatoes from his pocket and threw them to the brothers, saying, "Although the surname Zhu hurt the second master, he has nothing to owe us brothers, three meals a day Be full, white rice every other day, little meat on the third day, big meat on the fifth day, not much worse than before, and much better than the average Xiangyong."

"Hey, we know that too."

A young man with a beard and a rather old-fashioned appearance, but actually looking forward to returning to his hometown as a wife, caught the potatoes without peeling them, and gnawed them directly, "Masters, the surname Zhu cut us alive We can’t blame anyone, it’s our luck to save our lives.”

The bearded man pointed to the distance.

Between the mountains, a little bit of the skyline of Fengdu City can be seen, but even this little skyline is enough to shock these elite Hunan troops who think they are well-informed.

"Hey, it all shows that people are rich. Overseas there are Yingtai Penglai and countless mountains of gold and silver. At first I thought it was foolish nonsense, but now that I come here, I realize that what I said is true!"

Fang Tiesheng nodded and said, "Second master is in Zhu Ming's hands, it's not wrong."

"Let's not talk about the second master of the Zeng family, even the second master Guan can't hold up to Mingren's fancy machine gun!"

The flower machine gun is not a machine gun in the true sense, but a so-called portable machine gun, or a submachine gun. Because there are many round holes on the cooling tube outside the barrel of the gun, it got this common name.

Its predecessor was a submachine gun designed by the Germans in the last years of the pseudo-Qing Xuantong. During the period of the Republic of China, it was imitated by various warlords and the Eighth Route Army. The poorer and the more "earth" troops, the more they love to use this submachine gun. .

The reason is naturally that the production process requirements of this gun are extremely low, it is easy to imitate, and small workshops can mass produce it.

Even a pocket warlord like Luo Zezhou with tens of thousands of soldiers can set up a grass-roots team to mass-produce and install them.

Of course, Daming has already been able to produce such things.

However, it is precisely because the flower machine gun is too easy to imitate, so Ming's foreign combat troops are not equipped with it.

Otherwise, European countries will soon spend institutions all over the place.

Now on the Franco-Prussian battlefield, the French and Prussians have assembled new weapons that far exceed the original historical level, and Zhu Fugui has been reminded.

The Chinese nation is certainly a nation with Sharingan installed.

But underestimating the ability of the Europeans to copycats will suffer sooner or later.

Western Europeans like Anza-Germany-Gaul have dominated the earth for hundreds of years. Luck is of course very important, but the fact that their ability is the same as that of the Chinese nation and above the average level of all nations in the world must also be admitted.

In view of this, Zhu Fugui is going to wait for Daming to come up with a reliable light machine gun before considering promoting flower machine guns as foreign trade weapons.

Use the crushing productivity of the Ming Dynasty to compress the growth space of other countries' native copycat arsenals.

So mass production of machine guns these days actually does more harm than good to Daming.

So much so that Fang Tiesheng, Lu Huzi and others also came to Daming and worked as reformed-through-labor miners before they saw the true face of machine guns from the mine guard team.

Compared with it, the swarm of bees and the seven-shot quick gun are all weak.

The bearded man swallowed the steamed potatoes in two mouthfuls, and gulped down a few mouthfuls of water, saying, "Fangtouer, when Li Hongzhang asked someone to go to Citigroup to study abroad, I remember that your second boy seemed to be chosen?"

"Where is the choice..."

Fang Tiesheng shook his head, and said, "My second child is in poor health, the doctor said that he would not live to be 15 years old, and Li Hongzhang said that Westerners have very good foreign doctors, who might be able to cure the second child's soldiers.

I thought, a dead horse should be treated as a living horse doctor. Since the local doctor can't cure it, I will send it to a foreign doctor to see. But through the incident in Tianjin, I can see those foreigners thoroughly. I guess The second child is also bad luck. "

When it came to his son's death, Fang Tiesheng couldn't say that he was very distressed.

That's the way it is in this age.

Biological rearing offspring has two survival strategies, the so-called KR selection.

The K strategy refers to concentrating resources to cultivate one or two offspring, and each offspring will pour a lot of effort from the parents.

The R strategy refers to cultivating many, many individuals, gaining the probability of survival with the number, and each individual only invests a small amount of energy in taking care of it.

Human beings are generally a K-strategy creature, especially when the society is stable and there is no need to worry about food and clothing.

But in troubled times, in times of high uncertainty, the R strategy is king.

Fang Tiesheng had eight children, three of whom died early in life, leaving three boys and two girls.

One more death, it is sad to say that it is sad, but it is far from being a major blow.

It is completely different from the state of mind of families who lost their only child in later generations.

When it came to the hard-fated second child, Fang Tiesheng just sighed and stopped thinking about it.

He subconsciously took out a cigarette of the worst quality from the only pocket of the labor camp uniform, and put it in his mouth.

I wanted to light it, only to realize that I had no fire.

The mine will provide them with cigarettes for reformers, but not matches or lighters.

Of course, they are not allowed to think of other ways to make fire by themselves.

This is very dangerous.

Only professionally trained safety officers in the mine can carry ignition tools.

Looking around, the security officer was preparing lunch in the distance, and there was no way to borrow the fire.

However, on the other side of the iron fence, there was a fairly sturdy old man leaning on the rockery, smoking a cigarette.

"Old man, old man!"

Fang Tiesheng waved to the old man through the iron fence, "Yes, let's talk about you, the cleaning old man of the elementary school!"

The reason why Fang Tiesheng said that was because the old man was dressed in ordinary clothes, and just now he took a big garbage bag to collect chicken bones from elementary school students.

Speaking is also a strong Japanese smell.

It has been more than half a year since he was captured by Daming in March, and Fang Tiesheng has also figured out a pattern.

Generally speaking, the status of the Japanese in Daming is relatively low.

It's not absolute, but it's like in Shanghai in the [-]th century, you can basically judge the identity of the other party by hearing whether someone speaks Jiangsu dialect or Ningbo dialect.

The correct rate is more than [-]%.

So Fang Tiesheng was sure that the old man smoking a pipe in front of him was a garbage picker.

It's a pity that he didn't know that the name of this elementary school was "Maori Elementary School", which was a public school donated by the emperor of Ming Dynasty, Maori.

And the old man in front of him is called Maori Jingqin.

There is currently no private education in Ming Dynasty.

However, for the sake of the amount of banknotes donated by Maori Maori, he was also entitled to be named.

Maori Jingqin put his big bronze statue, a hale and hearty old man in a green tights, jumping on a horse and whipping his whip, in front of the teaching building of the elementary school, and sprayed water on his head.

This is the image of Maori Kei who led Takasugi Shinsaku back then when he defeated the shogunate allied forces in Tottori. It is the highlight moment of his life.

It's a pity that after that war, Faji's iron fist fell, and the situation of the Changzhou Army took a sharp turn for the worse.

Today, Maori Jingqin has long lost real power.

The two young men with great potential, one literary and one military, who I personally cultivated back then have also become the pillars of Daming.

Ito Hirobumi became Daming's Ruhuang door order, handling official documents in an orderly manner.

Takasugi Shinsaku tattooed the words "three thousand crows to kill, seven lives to serve the country" on his face. He is serving as the chief instructor of the "North Korean Loyalty and Filial Guard Army" in North Korea, training a steady stream of North Korean puppet troops to go to Luzon.

This is the errand that Maori Jingqin personally ran to the emperor to ask for.

"The Koreans led by the Japanese can exert stronger combat power."

For this statement, Zhu Fugui felt quite reasonable.

At least history has proved that only China and Japan have mastered the method of using the Koreans, and the Yankees can't.

The record of the South Koreans on the Korean battlefield...

Zhu Fugui didn't even bother to talk about it.

He was on the same level as the South Vietnamese army, between brothers, Chang Kaishen could beat them head-to-head with one-handed micromanagement.

After all, Laomei can only keep pet dogs when raising dogs, and raising dogs that can really charge forward and guard the house depends on traditional East Asian craftsmanship.

So Zhu Fugui readily accepted Xiaolan's father's suggestion.

For the Japanese to take the lead in the competition of dogs competing for favor, Maori Jingqin feels that he is worthy of his father and fellow villagers.

Of course, he has long since lost his ambition to be Li Chenggui.

After being attached to Daming's thick thighs, Mao Li Jingqin's little life is really good.

He was assigned a free large villa in Wuguocheng, and enjoyed the treatment of the prince and the Taibao. His life was far more decent and comfortable than that of Nasan who silently said "Good morning to beat the workers" every day.

The main reason is the shiny golden signboard of "Ming Guozhang", which can really sell face wherever you go.

In contrast, what's the use of Nasan's only son, who is about the same age as Xiaolan?

Don't you have to work in the Daming State Nutritive Chicken Farm?

This is called giving birth to a daughter but marrying a rich man, and giving birth to a son to raise chickens, pigs, and grass.

The fate of people is mainly determined by the imperial court!

Of course, a certain amount of self-struggle is necessary.