At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the technology of artillery and muskets had made great progress. A well-made Lumi gun could even penetrate triple heavy armor. Even the top master in the world of Blue Blood Sword was surrounded by hundreds of muskets.

It's impossible to survive even if you shoot.

However, every well-made firecracker is valuable. Those guerrilla soldiers of the government still like to fight in battle with swords and spears, and are not keen on the firecracker army that requires a lot of money to form.

And Feng Yuan has enough money. For him, as long as it can be done with money, it is not difficult.

"Two hundred Lumi guns, each of which is carefully crafted by Yi craftsmen. As long as we form two teams of fire gunmen, we can sweep away the mountain bandits and bandits in the rivers, lakes and green forests!"

On Zhuangzi outside Jinling City, Feng Yuan picked up a firecracker and kept looking at it.

The entire structure of the Lumi gun consists of the barrel, gun bed, curved stock, faucet and trigger, fire door, rails, front door, rear door, and aiming devices called rear sight and star.

The cold musket tubes flowed with icy murderous intent. If there were three thousand well-trained musketeers forming a triple formation, even the cavalry of the same size would not be able to break through.

It takes two or three years to train a well-trained cavalryman, but a fireman can go into battle in less than a month as long as he learns how to use firecrackers and develops his courage.

"Brother Jiang, these fire guns are sharp weapons that I bought specially. Starting from today, you will recruit another hundred people to train two teams of fire gunmen!"

One hundred gunmen and two hundred well-trained servants, with these three hundred as the core, can influence and control thousands of people. In Jiangnan, three hundred servants are considered a powerful force.

This is also the limit of the military strength that Feng Yuan, the Ming Dynasty vassal, can possess.

Although the nobles, officials and scholars of Jinling are not very capable, they are not blind. They may have weak legs to deal with Qing soldiers and bandits, but they do not lack courage to deal with Feng Yuan, the Ming Dynasty vassal.

If Feng Yuan continues to recruit troops, train soldiers, and purchase guns and cannons, given the treacherous nature of these people, Feng Yuan will soon be labeled as plotting to rebel, and then all kinds of people will be mobilized to encircle and suppress him.

In Jiangnan, the status of a feudal prince's younger brother was not as good as that of an ordinary official.

Feng Yuan is not afraid of these people, but he also doesn't want to fight with these people at this critical moment and waste the time of growing stronger.

"My subordinates know! Give me some time, and I will definitely be able to train an elite team for the young prince!"

Jiang Yingjie stood beside him, his aura more fierce than before, his spine straight like a spear. Hearing Feng Yuan's instructions, he didn't hesitate at all.

After training troops at Zhuangzi for such a long time, he is no longer the guard thug he used to be, but a general who can train and lead troops. At least in terms of military training, he has absorbed a lot of experience from Qi Shaobao's military book, and he has confidence in his heart.

While the two were talking, more than a hundred servants were still training hard on the village, and the shouts and shouts could be heard constantly.

Feng Yuan asked people to put away the two hundred firecrackers, and then turned his attention to the open space in Zhuangzi. At this time, more than a hundred people wearing iron armor were divided into three formations. The front row held swords and shields, and the two rows behind held spears.

The armor and swords and guns on these people are quite heavy in total.

However, although these people had sweat dripping from their foreheads, their hands and feet did not tremble, and they still had enough energy to train continuously for more than half an hour.

"How are the two hundred servants training now?"

Feng Yuan asked casually.

The two hundred young men Zhuangzi recruited were either military households near Jinling who had no food to eat, or refugees fleeing from Jiangbei.

Against the background of mountains of corpses everywhere in the north, it is very difficult for ordinary people to find someone to feed themselves. To be valued by nobles as a servant and have enough to eat every day is a treatment that many people can't even dream of.

These people all understand this, so they have been training hard every day for more than six months. There is not a single deserter.

"They do two exercises a day and train very hard. Their strength far exceeds that of the officers and soldiers guarding Jinling. As long as they go into battle and see blood twice, they will become an elite force!"

Jiang Yingjie has full confidence in the soldiers he has trained with his own hands. However, no matter how good the soldiers are, they are useless without practice and cannot become an elite soldier.

"It's easy to go into battle and see blood. There are a lot of bandits and bandits in Jiangbei. You first train the musketeers. After a month, I will personally take people to Jiangbei to fight against those green forest bandits!"

It is now the beginning of the sixteenth year of Chongzhen, and there is only more than a year left for the national destiny of the Ming Dynasty. If you continue to stay in Jinling, you will only be restrained by the Jinling garrison and many civil and military officials.

Anyway, Emperor Jianwen's treasure has been obtained, and Feng Yuan has already started thinking about going north to the Huaihe River.

Now that Li Zicheng has captured Henan and Jingxiang, the Qing troops outside the pass broke through and looted, marched straight in, and penetrated deep into Qingzhou, Shandong. However, the elite officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty had been exhausted in the Songshan Battle and the Zhuxian Town Battle, and they could only sit back and watch the Qing troops and the refugees.

Thieves are raging in the north.

With the war raging, countless people became refugees, and most of the young and strong among the refugees turned into bandits, fleeing in all directions. The two Huaihe Rivers bordered Henan and Huguang in the west and Shandong in the north. A large number of refugees poured into the territory.

The land of Lianghuai became extremely chaotic.

This kind of environment is an opportunity for Feng Yuan to develop and grow!

After knowing Feng Yuan's thoughts, Jiang Yingjie felt agitated. He recruited troops, trained elite soldiers, and swept across Jiangbei. He did not expect that the young prince would have such ambitions.

As a hot-blooded man, who doesn't have the idea of ​​making achievements?

Jiang Yingjie had been training in Zhuangzi for more than half a year. After reading military books for so long, he was already eager to put what he had learned into practice.

"Don't worry, young prince, I will live up to your trust!" Jiang Yingjie said solemnly.

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Jiang Yingjie was asked to continue training the musketeers in Zhuangzi outside the city, while Feng Yuan returned to the city and began to prepare to leave Jinling, but before leaving, there was one important thing to do.

"Little prince, in front of you is the mansion of the villain's mentor, who is also the head sect of our Golden Dragon Gang!"

On this day, Feng Yuan led Zhang Dahong and his entourage to a mansion in the city. There were several men in well-dressed guards with strong auras in front of the mansion.

This mansion is the headquarters of the Jinlong Gang, the largest gang in South Zhili. The Jinlong Gang is a local gangster in Jinling, and the troubles in the nearby rivers and lakes cannot be hidden from it.

The Golden Dragon Gang seems to be just a relatively powerful Jianghu sect, but as long as it is conquered, intelligence from all over the south of the Yangtze River will continue to gather. Through the Golden Dragon Gang, you can also purchase various grains, ordnance, military uniforms, etc. in Jinling.

Materials.

In Feng Yuan's eyes, the Golden Dragon Gang is better than three thousand elite soldiers.

"Junior Brother Zhang, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Are you here to pay homage to Master? Oh, these are..." When one of the men in front of the mansion saw Zhang Dahong, a smile suddenly appeared on his face and he walked over.

After he said hello to Zhang Dahong, his eyes turned to Feng Yuan, Sun Qi and others. He could tell that Sun Qi, Cui Wanfu and others had different auras and were not ordinary people.

There is also Feng Yuan, the leader among these people, who is wearing brocade clothes, holding a jade fan, and has an aloof demeanor, just like a prince's son.

"It's Senior Brother Luo!"
Chapter completed!