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

"Okay, $20 is $20, I said yes, that machine is so important, I'm going to lose hundreds of dollars a day if I stop it."

"But Mr. Supervisor, there are many terrible Indians around here. You don't know that just a few months ago, they kidnapped dozens of workers..."

"What should I do?"

"I think that's the only way. I went there with a few old brothers, but the travel expenses are also a sum of money..."

……

When Donald left with a face full of pain, Victor couldn't help but smile.

Bob asked, "Boss, what the hell are you talking about?"

Bob is one of Victor's confidantes, so the latter did not hide it.

He sneered: "This fat man is different from Henry, he is a man with a real family background."

"He also has a personal clothing factory in Seattle. I have seen the products of their factory. It seems that some new technology is used, and the products are quite good.

In the afternoon, he suddenly told me that a piece of equipment in his factory was broken and needed to be repaired.I remember that you have a Chinese who is very good at repairing machines?I recommended it to him...

Speaking of which, we old brothers haven't gone to the town to relax for half a year, and if we continue like this, we will be suffocated.

No, with this matter, not only do we not have to think of ways to miss work, but also have this bully pay for us, it's a joy to think about! "

"Wonderful, Boss, call Jesse and Pierce. Anyway, the Indians are powerful, and the supervisor will definitely not be able to find any mistakes when he first arrives!"

A flush of excitement also appeared on Bob's face.

Since the last Indian raid, which turned the gypsy woman into a headless corpse, the whores in the mine have been terrified and fled back to the town.

They haven't eaten meat for two months, which really drove them crazy.

"Leave early tomorrow morning, brother, I will take you for a walk with the birds!"

Victor patted Bob on the shoulder, laughed and left.

Chapter 059

After sending a secret envoy to contact Tang Sangui, and handing over three letters and a batch of ready-made clothing samples for him to send on his behalf, Zhu Fugui learned that his beloved Comrade Sangui had been taken away.

If Comrade Sangui has no real power in Shanhaiguan, how can I, Ming Dynasty, enter the customs in reverse?

Therefore, Zhu Fugui decisively expressed his willingness to help get rid of people.

And these people deserve to die.

……

In the early morning of the second day, a loud whistle sounded in the staff dormitory.

A busy day of life then begins.

But unlike most workers rushing to the cafeteria after washing up, more than 100 people in the crowd trotted away in the opposite direction.

They are no longer armed workers.

Since taking the Raven tribe under his rule, Zhu Fugui was finally able to organize a full-time professional army.

It's just that the size of this army is still very small. At present, there are only 10 combat flags and 1 transport flag, with a total of 111 people.

According to the military system of the Ming Dynasty, this is only a hundred households.

But at present, this unit is of extremely high specification, and it is the first field division of Ming Dynasty.

There is no way for the modern military system and the Ming Dynasty military system to exist at the same time, and it is the first division and the small banner.

Zhu Fugui wanted to change the military system to the name of the modern army.

But Qi Wenchang and the others misunderstood Zhu Fugui's imperial decree that "calls like Qu Shuai are out of date today".

They thought Zhu Fugui meant that Qu Shuai was full of rebellion since the Yellow Turban at the end of the Han Dynasty, and Emperor Zhu naturally didn't like it.

What His Majesty meant, of course, was to restore the military system of the Ming Dynasty.

By the time Zhu Fugui found out, those Yin people had already proficiently called Zhang Xiaoqi and Wang Xiaoqi.

There is no way, this is not easy to change.

Zhu Fugui could only accept his fate.

Anyway, looking at it anyway, I, the outdated emperor, doesn't seem to be able to represent the relationship between advanced organizations, so let's go back to the past.

Tactics and equipment don’t go retro.

……

"Don't you really need me to go with you? I can protect you!"

When brushing his teeth in the morning, Zhu Fugui felt that there was always an air conditioner with excellent cooling capacity running beside him.

Yin Susu was very dissatisfied with Zhu Fugui for not letting her go to the battlefield.

It was only when she chopped off a three-centimeter thick table with one sword that Zhu Fugui realized that the person next to him was a Mu Guiying-like figure.

but……

Zhu Fugui spat out the toothpaste foam, then shook his head and said, "Susu, the times have changed, and now personal bravery can no longer win the battlefield. How is your martial arts compared to Yang Liu?"

"This……"

Yin Susu wanted to brag about herself, but she had seen Yang Liu play Wushuang on the school field.

She admitted that if it was just a fight with fists, kicks and swords, she might not be Yang Liu's opponent.

After all, women are born at a disadvantage in terms of strength, which is an objective fact.

"But if you compare bows and arrows with throwing ropes..."

Yin Susu's voice became softer as she spoke.

After all, in this age, who still competes with you in bows and arrows!

"How about this, I will ask Xing Aiqing to develop a sharp gun that can take the enemy's head from [-] miles away. Then you will specialize in practicing this, and I will take you to the battlefield when you are good at it!"

Without hesitation, Zhu Fugui made a promise that was impossible to fulfill, and then began to tinker with his Grand Marshal's robe.

……

On the high platform piled up with rammed earth, there are two towering metal flagpoles, shining brightly in the morning light.

Today is not only the day when Zhu Fugui's imperial conquest and the first division of the Ming Dynasty officially fight, but also the day when the national flag of the Ming Dynasty and the flag of the Royal Army of the Ming Dynasty are presented.

Speaking of it, the flag-raising of a national flag sounds weird.

But for the current Ming Dynasty, there is nothing wrong with me being the country.

Zhang Changgui has been preparing for today's ceremony for three days.

More than 100 professional soldiers who have only been trained briefly can stand out at this time.

"Military band—music!"

Of course, the Royal Army of Ming Dynasty does not currently have a professional military band.

Yin Were stood upright, holding an old-fashioned tape recorder in a gun salute, looking a bit like a keyboard warrior.

A slightly distorted march wafts from the tape recorder.

A total of eight fighters in two groups walked towards the rammed earth platform.

The leader was none other than Zhang Changgui, member of the Ministry of War and Commander of the First Division.

Standing still with a snap, Zhang Changgui took a step forward: "Please His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Empire to present the flag!"

At this moment, Zhu Fugui was wearing a scarlet generalissimo's battle robe, a mighty helmet on his head, and a golden armor of hundreds of battles.

Of course, these are all looks bought from costume shops.

Those gilt armor pieces are all plastic, very light.

But the win is in the style.

Or pompous.

Domestic costume dramas, you know.

It's just that with Zhu Fugui's youthful and heroic face, under the golden morning light, wearing such a set of golden armor is indeed like a god descending from the earth.

As soon as Zhu Fugui stretched out his hand, Old Eunuch Li handed over two scrolls from the side.

Zhu Fugui opened the first scroll, revealing a half-human banner.

The bottom of this flag is yellow silk, with vermilion sun and moon painted on it.

"This is the flag of the Ming Empire. Where the flag is located, it is all Ming soil. Accept the flag!"

"Yes!"

Then, Zhu Fugui opened the second scroll.

This flag is red with white stripes and a white tiger is painted on it.

The killing of the white tiger master in the West is the traditional battle flag of the Chinese nation, and Zhu Fugui naturally accepts the inheritance.

"This is the military flag of the Royal Army of the Ming Dynasty. The direction of the flag is all for the interests of the Ming Dynasty. Accept the flag!"

"Yes!"

With the majestic military music...

Well, with the military music of total loss sound quality, the two flags are slowly rising.

In the distance, Yin Susu stared obsessively.

Aunt Niu didn't know when she came up behind her and gently put her arms around her shoulders.

"Auntie, shoulder the sun and the moon, he is really our savior, right?"

"Silly girl, of course he is, and he must be..."

……

The brief ceremony ends.

Following Zhu Fugui's voice, "I will be the emperor's personal conquest, in order to dissuade disobedient ministers", an army of hundreds of people was drawn up at random.

Due to the need to maintain the normal production order, the convoy cannot be dispatched in full.

So more than 100 people were divided into two agricultural dump trucks, five agricultural tricycles, and some horse-drawn carriages, and set off in a mighty way.

Naturally, their target was the 23 mine guards who had slept late, set off from Plash, and rushed to Seattle to mate.

Do not underestimate these people.

They are all old members of the mine protection team in the Plash Mine.

Among them are retired soldiers and cowboys who have been riding in the West for many years. Everyone's hands are covered with blood.

Among Zhu Fugui's troops, the longest training time was less than a month.

Some even only trained for two weeks.

And there is a serious shortage of weapons, many people are only equipped with rubber rifles for simulation training.

But the bayonet strapped to the barrel was the real thing.

But even so, Zhu Fugui still decided to fight the country.

Because Zhang Changgui said that the fastest way for soldiers to grow is to see blood.

Zhu Fugui felt that he was right.

Chapter 060

Wang Jie sat on the bumpy carriage, and there were three young Chinese laborers crowded together in the narrow hood.

"Wangtou, are we going to the county town of Citi Country?"

"Is the county seat of Citigroup big? There are also county magistrates out on tour, holding up signs to keep everyone away?"

"I heard that Citigroup's wife looks like a ghost, but she has big breasts. Is it true? Can we meet?"

Facing the questions of the three apprentices, Wang Jie couldn't laugh or cry: