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

In addition, it is not powerful enough.

Bob's marksmanship was very good, and he hit Yang Liulu's shiny head with one shot.

But there was only a sound, and the bullet was bounced off by the bulletproof helmet.

The ricochet even bounced into Victor's body, who was not completely dead.

With a muffled groan, this guy is dying.

His wide eyes seemed to have fallen into suspicion and panic after seeing Yang Liu's face at close range.

Words such as the whip of God and the yellow peril did not remain in his consciousness at the last moment.

The other two fighters who cooperated with Yang Liu did not have rifles in their hands, only two simple spears made of rebar.

They untied the flying stone rope from their waists and threw it at Bob.

The latter quickly avoided and shot again at the same time.

He kept pressing down on the hammer of the pistol with his left hand, and fired five shots in a row.

As a revolver fanatic, Bob once fired all six bullets in [-] seconds in the revolver speed competition held in Seattle.

His performance today was not the best, but Bob believed that his unique skills were enough to make the two spearmen retreat.

That's exactly what happened.

After one of the fighters was injured in the arm, they did not rush to attack, but covered Yang Liu to shoot from a crouching position behind the wheel.

Although the Sanba Dagai has been criticized for its slow rate of fire, this slowness is also compared to classic rifles such as Lee Enfield and M1.

In this era when the Mauser rifles were still on the drawings, the rate of fire of the [-]-type rifle was amazing.

Given the close distance, Yang Liu would naturally not miss.

After one shot, the revolver in Bob's hand was only loaded with three bullets.

He fell straight to the ground, and the other three bullets in his right hand rolled to the ground, and the terrified horse's hooves stepped into the mud.

At the same time, the fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh flags, which were detoured to the flanks, also interspersed into the battlefield.

In an instant, the defensive line of defense of the mine guards collapsed.

……

The entire engagement process sounds complicated, but it is actually completed within 1 minute.

The most brave ones in the battle were the few Hakkas including Yang Liu.

When it comes to militia private fighting, the Hakka people will not lose to the "one minute man".

In fact, the militia had a lackluster record in both the American Revolutionary War and the Civil War.

It is not so much that they are praised for their achievements in the War of Independence, but rather because of the unique struggle for state rights and federal rights in the United States that led North American Confucians to boast about the achievements of the militia.

These militiamen are poorly equipped, insufficiently trained, and serve for a short period of time. They usually have to go home in one or two months.

For the British, it's just ringworm.

Even Washington himself knew that these militias were simply unreliable, so he specifically asked Congress for authorization to organize a standing army on loan from France.

This army is the main force against the British.

However, in the subsequent political struggles, farmers and capitalists in various states did not want the Washington government to have public power, including military power.

Therefore, various means were used to disband the standing army, and at the same time, people were hired to brag about the bravery and justice of the militia, creating the myth that the militia defeated the British army.

But myths are myths.

Just as it is difficult for the king of streetball to compete with NBA drinking fountain players, and the men's football team can play unparalleled in amateur games, the combat power of the militia is far behind the full-time regular army after all.

Even today's civil war between the North and the South, to put it bluntly, is not a southern militia fighting against the northern government army, but a civil war between classmates at West Point Military Academy.

And the so-called militiamen, just like Zhu Fugui's enemies in this battle, after a charge, they skillfully raised their hands to salute the national army.

Chapter 063 Imperial Prison and Zhu Shanren

A hidden corner of the Daming Royal Lumber Factory.

Anyone who has a little knowledge of history will unconsciously gasp when they see the plaque outside the wall.

[Daming Empire Jinyiwei Prison]

These words, placed more than 200 years ago, have the reputation of stopping children from crying at night.

Logically speaking, this prison is not an ordinary prison.

It needs to be Jiuqing, the two thousand stone officials at the county level are guilty, and then the emperor issued an edict before they are eligible to be imprisoned inside.

And in the imperial prison, there are all kinds of terrifying punishments, no matter whether you are proud or have a brawny head and iron arms, it will be more or less ominous if you enter the imperial prison, and you will be recruited if you don't recruit.

However, now that the fourth largest Ming Empire is being created, many old systems are no longer accurate.

For example, Qi Wenchang's position of "North Town Fusi Zhenfu Envoy" now seems more like a vain position to show the emperor's favor.

Most of the time, he is still in charge of the training of the army's armored forces and the command of large-scale battles.

As for the Imperial Guard Prison, Zhu Fugui and Lao Li are in charge together.

Yan Yan and Yang Liu, on the one hand, each served as Xiaoqi, and on the other hand, they were also Zhu Fugui's de facto bodyguards.

Their Fourth Banner and Second Banner took turns to protect the safety of Marshal Zhu.

But today, Rock is personally guarding the prison with his brothers from the Fourth Banner.

The American militia is indeed a good student of the French, and their French military salute standards are decisive.

So much so that the soldiers of the First Division were embarrassed to kill them on the spot.

Zhu Fugui ordered them to be brought back and put into the only prison at present.

Ming Dynasty has never had the habit of treating captives preferentially, and there are no such international conventions in this era.

Zhu Fugui did not expect to treat the captives preferentially, so that these guys could reform themselves and even become pro-China figures in Citigroup.

After a preliminary trial by the temporary military court of the Royal Army of the Ming Dynasty, these guys whose hands were stained with the blood of the Chinese laborers were finally sentenced to death.

And today is the day when these prisoners will be tried and executed.

Early in the morning, Aunt Niu from the logistics department ordered a few elderly female workers to push over today's breakfast.

From afar, the rock smelled a strong fragrance.

"Heavy place of imperial edict, come and stop, please accept the inspection."

Two soldiers stepped forward to stop, while the other soldiers stood guard with guns.

Although Aunt Niu was much more qualified to join the Daming team than Yan Yan, Yan Yan still directed the soldiers to carefully inspect the food delivery truck and several food delivery ladies.

The imperial prison is an important place, and there is no room for sloppyness.

Not to mention whether they are worthy of the trust of Long Live Lord, but to say that if there are secret supervisors from Dongchang hidden among these female workers, once the Fourth Banner does not strictly implement the prison management regulations, they will be notified and criticized at least, and at worst will be punished. Collective confinement.

Rocks have to be done meticulously.

……

Checked out, no issues.

Yan Yan also put away his serious face, and asked with a smile: "Admiral Niu, what food do you prepare for these white prisoners, so delicious?"

"It's instant noodles."

Aunt Niu smiled and said: "Old Li said, according to the tradition of our Daming, sending people on the road is to have their heads cut off, so you can't be careless."

"Such good food is really cheap for these people!"

Rock swallowed.

Instant noodles are so delicious...

The last time he won the victory and returned to the court, Long Live Lord Long Yan rejoiced, squeezed out some money from the internal money that was no longer rich, and distributed five barrels of unified instant noodles to each soldier.

Rock got Laotan sauerkraut noodles and braised beef noodles, the taste...

I wanted to save some for my daughter, but I ate it all in one go.

But after all, he is now a dignified military officer of the Ming Dynasty, so the rock will naturally not go and grab food from the dead.

"Those white captives are also retribution. They have done too much evil in this life, so there will be tragic events in the past few days... Go in, Long Live Lord and Chief Yang Qi are admonishing the prisoners inside."

Rock shook his head, opened the iron gate, and let the food delivery team enter.

The interior of the prison is actually a small stone tile house.

However, unlike ordinary houses, Zhu Fugui specially ordered people to wrap the walls inside with foam and other materials.

One is to play the effect of sound insulation.

The second is to prevent prisoners from committing suicide by hitting the wall.

When Aunt Niu arrived, Zhu Fugui was walking out of the prison holding his nose.

For five full days, these prisoners ate, drank and ate in a hut of seven or eight square meters, not to mention the smell.

Fortunately, the food delivery staff were all wearing masks, so there was no discomfort.

Zhu Fugui nodded, and Aunt Niu and the others took out the rice bowl, filled it with hot instant noodles, and sent them in through the small window.

What is inside this small imperial prison is not something that ordinary people are qualified to know.

But Aunt Niu and the others didn't want to know.

Every time the food is delivered, you can vaguely hear the heart-piercing howls of the prisoners. Compared with the inside, it must be a very terrifying instrument of torture.

……

In fact, Zhu Fugui is an elegant and easy-going person, a modest gentleman with high morals.

Or you can call him Zhu Dashan.

Zhu Fugui had no interest in torturing prisoners.

However, when it comes to cultural values, Zhu Fugui's interest has grown.

That's right, in the imperial prison, there are actually no tiger stools, pepper water and other horrible instruments of torture at all, only a TV recorder.

For the past five days, Zhu Fugui simply ordered the prisoner's limbs, head and neck to be fixed on a chair with iron shackles, and then played various TV videos to them.

In order to squeeze out their cultural value as much as possible, Zhu Fugui and the absolutely reliable Comrade Li would go in and prick them with needles every once in a while, and even feed them Viagra or stimulants to ensure that they stay awake.

And the movies shown on TV were also carefully selected by Zhu Fugui.

What "Legend of the New White Snake", what "Journey to the West", what "My Fair Princess"...

In short, Zhu Fugui's choice is the one with strong brainwashing effect and the one that can leave the most impression in the minds of these prisoners.

Because this will generate more cultural value.

Under the bombardment of information for a full 120 hours, these hard-core crops that produce cultural value began to inevitably decline in production.

According to the data, among healthy people without major diseases, the longest record without sleep is 264 hours, about 11 days.

However, after forty or fifty hours, the human spirit is basically on the verge of collapse.

Therefore, Zhu Fugui felt that these captives of his could persist for 120 hours, thanks to his meticulously prepared cultural programs and the selfless dedication of precious medicines.

As long as there is a bit of humanity, these prisoners on death row should also have some gratitude!

Let them go on the road after a rich cultural journey and a delicious meal of instant noodles.

Zhu Fugui felt that there were very few ancient emperors who had such a chivalrous and gentle heart like himself, right?

"Yang Aiqing."

"Long live God, the minister is here!"

"Do you think I am a bit like the ancestor Yunwen? Could it be too kind?"

Hearing Zhu Fugui's question, although he hadn't entered in the past few days, Yang Liu, who was frightened by the inhuman cries and howls inside, took a breath, then quickly stood at attention with both feet, and said in a military salute:

"Long live God's kindness is the blessing of the common people, but if anyone dares to be presumptuous because of it...so presumptuous..."

Poor Yang Liu, a big bastard, was so frightened by Zhu Fugui that he actually had a bit of literary talent, but he still got stuck halfway through his speech.

After holding back for a long time, he was about to lose his breath, and he finally thought of a word, "If anyone dares to act presumptuously, we will destroy his family!"