The foreign gun team was the most concerned thing that Zhao Kuo was after becoming emperor. It can also be said that he rarely fought on the side of justice, rather than considering his interests. Although interests are preferred in this matter, Zhao Kuo fought for the yellow people in a mess. Well, it is actually inappropriate to say that.

The fact is that after Zhao Kuo used the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom and the Heaven and Earth to steal Guangzhou, Baba immediately began to form a foreign gun team. As a time traveler, he knew that the times had changed, and firepower and discipline would replace all the things left by his ancestors, except for Braidshu.

When any civilization learns other civilizations, the first thing to draw is military, just like the little Japanese learning the Tang sword, which is an instinctive defensive reaction. In addition, after the little Japanese was deflowered by the United States, they also strived to westernize the army and borrowed loans to build musket and artillery factories.

The same is true for Zhao Kuo. After taking over a base, the first thing he wanted to do was to introduce Western weapons and military systems.

But the great powers were also a group of terrible barbarians.

His eldest brother, French Minister Boulbron, said directly: "Your Majesty, it is good for you to learn our ideas, but I think it is difficult to achieve your intentions when you train the Chinese foreign gun team, because there are too few Chinese people like you."

Sir Wenhan, a shameless British imperialist, was tactful: "Your Majesty, don't train the Chinese, they can't learn it. Now there are a large number of Manilans in Hong Kong, Guangzhou and Shanghai. They are naturally brave soldiers. If you want to train the foreign gun team, you might as well recruit these Manilans."

"Manilan? Filipino in the future!" Zhao Kuo cursed anxiously: "When will Lao Shu have a warrior besides knowing that the Philippines has maids. Today, when will Lao Shu have a warrior be released? Oh, your mom's foreign ghost book, racial discrimination! Damn, 100 years later, Lao Shu sued you all in court or not?????????"

But it is difficult for Zhao Kuo to understand the strange thinking of the great powers: Manila people are not yellow people? Why do you trust the Filipino maid and her man, but not Lao Shu’s subordinates!

In the end, Zhao Kuo could only sigh and concluded: "There is no way to write, this is a barbaric era."

"I don't believe it yet. I have no place to spend my money!" In response, Zhao Kuo put aside his diplomacy and immediately began to recruit foreign instructors. He felt that foreigners in Hong Kong and Guangzhou have gathered in it. It has become a paradise for adventurers. There are always veterans who have fought wars here. Didn't he pick up a general? He didn't believe in picking up the commander-in-chief of the army.

Sure enough, there must be a brave man under heavy rewards. Zhao Kuo offered a heavy reward and recruited more than a dozen foreigners who had served as soldiers. The most awesome guy was once a British Army colonel.

Then Zhao Kuo immediately began to draw elite troops from various places. He used his battle-hardened Guangxi brothers as the backbone, and used poor peasants in Guangdong as the source of soldiers. He used a lot of money to recruit soldiers, 5 taels of silver books a month!

There are no super warships in China's 100 cannons, but for the 5 taels of silver books per month, they can give you the soldiers to work hard everywhere. Soon Zhao Kuo pulled up the elite force of 2,000 people and began to use his recruitment to hire mercenary instructors to concentrate soldiers to train Western queues outside Guangzhou city.

Half of this group of people were soldiers of the original Crusaders, and everyone had military achievements. They were confidants in the battlegrounds of Zhao Kuo in the south and north; the other half was his carefully selected Guangdong farmers--everyone was strong, stupid and loyal. According to Zhao Kuo's comments: Even if this group of people did not shoot, they could only use bayonets to force themselves.

But at this time, the French Minister, Mr. Bourbron, came to the door.

Zhao Kuo "summoned" him in the "palace". He lay on the skin of the South China tiger in the skin of a rare protected animal in later generations. He smiled like a flower on his face, but his stomach cursed at this guy with Chinese hypocrisy: Fuck you, I beg you, you ignore me. Now I have found a group of mercenaries. You are coming to the door, what do you want to do?"

"Your Majesty, I heard you are forming a foreign gun team?" Burbron put down his teacup and smiled.

Zhao Kuoyi smiled and said, "Yes, my dear minister, do you have any advice?"

"Our French army is invincible in Europe. Can the smoothbore guns and uniforms purchased by His Majesty be borne by us?" Bourbron made a request without any shame.

Zhao Kuo dared not reject this tycoon. He was afraid of falling down when he held someone's thigh. Zhao Kuo quickly smiled and said, "I heard that your country's Napoleon is invincible in the world, and the artillery is even more sharp. If you can provide artillery instructors, then our artillery can also be ordered from your country. You know that I am now purchasing artillery everywhere, but there are all countries, and I can't do it. xBook xBook xBook xBook xBook xBook xBook xBook x"

Bullbron smiled on his face, "I know you, a country bumpkin, asked me" and said, "We can sell you muskets, ammunition and military uniforms, no problem! But we France strictly adhere to diplomatic neutrality between the conflict between the Qing Dynasty and your Song Dynasty. As for training artillery, I can recommend some retired officers to you, and you can pay the right price."

"Okay." Zhao Kuo stood up from the tiger skin, walked off the main seat and shook hands to Bourbron: "Thank God for sending me the French brother to help me, then my foreign gun team should start training according to the French army. I need a large number of officers. Brother, you can provide a list of officers. I will definitely not treat them badly. As for weapons, ammunition and clothing, they are of course your French merchants."

Boulbron shook his hand with a smile of "Wukong, you are so naughty" and said with a smile: "Then let's say that, our citizens, please be careful, it is not a French military officer, help you train, and the arms will be provided by us."

"No problem!" Zhao Kuo gritted his teeth in his stomach: Old books spent a lot of silver books, and he pulled up the foreign gun team and started to work hard. Your mother came to grab the food!

But these days, they are the second most powerful country in the world, and they look down on you when they come to snatch your foreign gun team, Zhao Kuo is speechless.

But two days later, when Zhao Kuo was holding a quill pen and calculating how much the foreign gun team's money-consuming tiger would cost, he came to report to the British minister Bao Ling.

Now Comrade Wen Han, a veteran imperialist pioneer, has returned to his country for vacation. The former consul Bao Ling temporarily took his position as minister. Of course, Zhao Kuo went out to meet him before he even had time to wear slippers. Although France was awesome, Britain was even more awesome. At least one of the Indian San colonies stood on the Indian Ocean, which annoyed it. Before the French soldiers arrived, the group of Sans must have arrived first.

"I heard that His Majesty's training and weapons and ammunition have been handed over to the French side?" Bao Ling smiled.

Zhao Kuo shouted in his stomach that he was unlucky: You're not here to grab it again, I've already hugged your thighs a few days ago and gave me a look of shame. But I could only smile on my face: "Yes, the minister is well-informed."

Bao Ling smiled and meant: "France is a Zerg Sailor. But we are the Gods aircraft carriers." He said: "Your Majesty is probably the first Westernized foreign gun team in the Far East. Our UK has great interests in the Far East. We also want to help Your Majesty complete this test."

"Get control of the Far East. If someone doesn't come, you won't rob it. You're a paralyzed chauvinism of a great power! Shameless imperialism!" Zhao Kuo didn't know what to say, and said with a forced smile: "That's right. I have already agreed with Mr. Burbron, France, that weapons, ammunition, instructors, etc. will be provided by them. The contract has been given to me, but now it is being translated into Chinese at the translation center."

Zhao Kuo understood the meaning very clearly: the old books are done, can you stop making trouble?

But Bao Ling didn't care at all. He stretched out his hand and said, "French arms? How long can they transport them? Now 80% of the Far East Ocean Channel are merchant ships of our British Empire, so we can faster. Moreover, your Majesty's foreign gun team is related to the safety of the Far East, so we must not think carefully about it."

"Think about your mother! Your mother said that we Chinese are monkey books in those days, which are not as good as the Philippine monkey books!" Zhao Kuo rolled his eyes and said to himself: "Forget it. Anyway, Chinese people also read them as monkey books. They are half a pound, and brothers are not at a loss."

Seeing that Zhao Kuo didn't say anything, Bao Ling coughed twice and said, "Actually, I know that the French have arrived first..."

"I know you are fucking annoyed me!" Zhao Kuo was furious: "I can't afford to offend you British guys, and I can't afford to offend Napoleon III, you group of lobsters (red uniforms in British military, commonly known as lobster soldiers) are looking for thorns for me!"

"But, the agreement between France and our country has been written..." Zhao Kuo said timidly.

Bao Ling smiled and said, "Actually, this time I am not only representing my British Empire, but the whole of Europe is interested in the friendship between the countries in the Far East. Perhaps under the influence of other countries, the French minister can consider other ways."

"Other countries?" Zhao Kuo was stunned, thinking that there were other countries in Europe besides France and Britain.

"We have talked to Prussia. They are also a powerful army country and have experience in land training. I hope that our British Empire and Prussia will play for His Majesty's Far Eastern Gun Team. The gentlemen of France will definitely understand..." Bao Ling talked freely, not paying attention to Zhao Kuo's face had changed.

"Prussia? Damn, do you know that Prussia almost wiped out you in a hundred years?" Zhao Kuo stared at Bao Ling, feeling incredible. He quickly understood in his heart: This is the British who didn't want the French to monopolize the influence on him. He felt that La Prussia could cover up its naked global hegemony, disperse the hegemony of France, the second largest in the world, and complete his glorious isolation policy of balance and provoking discord. But he didn't know that the little brother of Latte could now disperse the influence of France, but this little brother is a future tycoon!

Zhao Kuo suddenly remembered that this was also the attitude of the various countries in the later generations of powers to help the Qing Dynasty organize foreign gun teams. The British did indeed divide the French forces.||

Hold the British thighs? Hold the French thighs? Hold the Future Niu Bixi almost hit the German thighs that are invincible all over Europe?

Zhao Kuo immediately made up his mind: it’s all great people, and it doesn’t matter who they hold.

The key is to call on the real military officers of the great powers. The mercenary officers he hired were drunk every day and fought in the bar. They were simply the idiots and the most violent group of stupid people in the world.

Zhao Kuo coughed and said slowly: "Prussia? As far as I know, they are just a small country, under the threat of various powerful countries. I feel that they are not enough to train my brave Chinese soldiers..."

"Your Majesty..." Bao Ling immediately said the good things about Prussia, and only bragged that now it seemed that Prussia was the Niu Biguo under the leadership of the madman during World War II.

Zhao Kuo smacked his lips and said, "But I only know that Britain and France are invincible in the world, and Prussia is unknown. What if my local soldiers want them to be trained and ruined? Your British envoy must have something more than what Napoleon III gave me?"

"You Malegebi's Far East Monkey Book Fox!" Bao Ling's face flashed with lightning, and then immediately smiled: "We immediately provide you with a large number of standard muskets, Indian-style flintlock muskets, favorites of the British Empire. The gun length is 1.42 meters, the barrel diameter is 0.76 inches, and the book ammunition diameter is 0.71 inches, which is enough to deal with any domestic enemy. We also provide some ammunition." Speaking of this, Bao Ling smiled: "Ship 3,000 units immediately, and give 7,000 units within 2 months, with a discounted price. What do you think?"

"Fuck. I'm just sending me the inventory from the First Opium War!" Zhao Kuo cursed wildly, and even a smile on his face could not be maintained. He looked at Bao Ling and sneered: "Now musket technology has improved by leaps and bounds. I know that there are many guns now that are more advanced than the Indian-style flintlock muskets ten years ago. I think I'd better bid."

Bao Ling was stunned for a long time, and then sneered: "Your Majesty, I would like to think more about it: We have a large amount of stock ready in Hong Kong, Guangzhou and India. If you form a foreign gun team, you must have the same equipment, right? The musket failure rate is very high, and one-third of it may be replaced immediately after a battle. There are no muskets and ammunition factories in the Far East now. If you don't look for merchants who can supply large quantities of goods, how can you use logistics to fight with the troops in the land? Besides, you must know that you occupy Guangzhou, the most important trading port of the Qing Dynasty. Although French friends expressed their recognition of you, this involves the huge interests of our British Empire. This is not only an important export port for opium, but also Lin Zexu, who is the one who buys tea?" He asked, "Do you two have any skills?"

"Yes!" The two of them shouted in unison with excitement: "We can still press the iron spear, but because the recruiting department is very strict, the two-headed spear is not allowed to be brought in."

"Please come in and perform." Zhao Kuo fell on the back of the chair, put his feet on the table, and in front of him was Arnold full of shock.

Soon, Xueliang's spear tip pressed against the two brothers' necks. The two of them exerted force suddenly, and the gun in the middle was bent into a font. The candidates applauded and applauded.

"Your Majesty, why don't you call them in? It's so amazing, unbelievable. I also want to see their tough body performance." Arnold's Bitshu was breathing heavily.

Zhao Kuo stood up with a sneer, bypassed the table and took their sledgehammers, pointed to one of them and said, "Lying down, I will hit my chest directly with the hammer!"

Suddenly, the two masters were stunned.

"Lying down!" Zhao Kuo screamed strangely, and the two of them knelt on the ground with sweat all over their heads, and said stammeringly: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, that... That... That... We haven't reached the tenth level of kung fu yet, and we can't stand it... I can't stand the hammer..."

"Well? You can even resist the big stone slab on your chest, why can't Hammer Book hold?" Zhao Kuo smiled coldly and shouted, "The person coming to press them to the ground."

Before he finished speaking, several soldiers rushed up, some holding hands and some pulling their feet. The two masters struggled to death, and they looked like five horses were dismembered.

He was pressed to the ground and saw Zhao Kuo coming over with a cold light on his mouth and his eyes were covered in cold light. One of the masters suddenly yelled: "Your Majesty, the villain deserves to die! I can't resist the hammering book! I will die! The big stone in the chest doesn't hurt at all!!!!"

"It doesn't hurt? Anyone can play, right?" Zhao Kuo gestured on the faces of the two of them with hammer books.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" The two Shaolin masters were almost dizzy and rushed to explain:

"It's just a hammering book and hitting stone slabs, and the stone slabs are broken, so people won't feel pain!"

"Having the book quickly is all hard to get it, and the chest is not hard to get it!"

"Magic? A quarrel?" Zhao Kuo threw the hammer book, reached out to take a three-edged military thorn with a blade, and said with a strange smile: "Then I'll stab you your neck book now, look at your iron cloth shirt?" He said that, after that, he wanted to stab you.

"Don't........wuwu..." Seeing that Zhao Kuo's meaning was not a joke at all. One master cried, and the other was scared by Zhao Kuo's gesture to dizzy the pants and books. They shouted: "The villain deserves to die. We lied to you. We never dared to do it again! Bless your life! Bless your life! Your Majesty, Bless, Bless your life!"

"Damn it! Use the tricks of the world to deceive me?!" Zhao Kuo's eyes stood up and he shouted: "Lock these two worldly books to the door of the recruiting office, and show them the shackles for three days!"

Back at the seat, he briefly explained the principle to Arnold, and then Zhao Kuo ordered the Chinese recruiter: "There is another case of fraud. Remember, don't have erratic eyes; don't have weak and sickness; don't have eloquent words; don't have tattoos on your body; don't wear good clothes!"

Liu Dingqiang, as a "high-end student" recommended by officials from Fogang Song Dynasty, came directly to the prosperous Haijing with one or two hundred peasant brothers. Of course, it was the foreign gun team barracks outside the city.

Everything here is so novel, so novel that it is perverted.

So much so that Liu Dingqiang felt that he did not come to the military camp as he imagined, but to a bizarre drama troupe: it seemed that foreigners were walking around with monsters everywhere, while the Chinese in front of them were learning to walk in rows. If they were not walking correctly, they would be beaten by stick books. The military camp was filled with foreigners' commands, the sound of stepping on the ground with straw sandals, and of course the sound of stick books and whip books whipping on the flesh.

At the gate of the camp, a group of farmers were waiting for the adults to come and take charge, Liu Dingqiang also saw the emperor.

With the sound of "Your Majesty Arrives", the panicked farmers, after a minute of panic, were all knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the convoy driving behind them in the heavy rain and mud in front of the camp gate.

Liu Dingqiang was the first in the new army in Fogang. He knelt nearest to the camp gate. Zhao Kuo got off the car not far from his forehead and stepped on the ground. Liu Dingqiang secretly pulled the nose book away from the mud below, and then took a peek: he saw a shiny leather shoe. He had never seen such a thing before, but looking at the shape and hardness, it looked like a huge hoof book. Liu Dingqiang imagined that this emperor should be a giant, and might have horns on his head.

Not far away from the creeping body in the mud, conversations kept coming.

"Xiaozhuang, come here, I bring you what you need most." Your Majesty. What is it?"

"Golden sore medicine. Beat me to death."
Chapter completed!