In the military camp, Liu Dingqiang and the others were taken to a large warehouse, where they were ordered to take off their clothes, then all bathed in cold river water, then received a brand new trumpet, and distributed a brand new smoothbore gun without bullets. They were ordered to hold them when they were sleeping, and the life of the Fogang farmers in the military camp began.

They learned Western tactics, used Western weapons, practiced twice to three times a day. In winter, they got up at eight o'clock, lined up at ten o'clock and four o'clock in the afternoon, called again at seven o'clock in the evening, and then prayed under the leadership of their respective pastors, and swore allegiance to God and Zhao Kuo again and again.

The queue training at the beginning was like a devil. Zhao Kuo sat by himself with a stick book and watched. When something went wrong with the training, Zhao Kuoyan ordered the instructor to beat him to death.

"This is a group of old farmers. Even 100 years later, the first time a college student was in contact with the queue for the first half of the month." Although he had never had military training in college, Zhao Kuo had never eaten pork and saw pigs running. He knew that it was not easy to get started with this thing. Later generations knew computers and Warcraft college students who learned about this queue were not easy to learn to practice in this queue, not to mention that the Qing farmers who were just like two legs were like sheep.

At that time, the military training queues were not related to direct combat. No matter how good you kicked in a stance, you would not be able to kick the Patriot missile. However, the queue training in this era is about combat. The soldiers marched into the battlefield in a queue, then fired fire according to the orders, or converted into various formations without chaos. The queues were about combat!

The foreigners are better, they will only kick you, but Zhuang Lizhong and the Chinese instructors, under the Qing civilization, knew that they should work harder in front of their superiors because his Majesty personally supervised the training, and they were as cruel as devils. Although the first batch of officers trained had suffered similar hardships. However, after they turned from their daughter-in-law to mother-in-law, they doubled all this to the new recruits.

Slap, kick, yell, and corporal punishment. Zhuang Lizhong never left his hand with a stick. After using it, it became smooth and shiny, with the same upper and lower parts, and it was pulled out by someone.

Although it is a new army that starts training in winter and there is no danger of heatstroke in summer, it is common for soldiers to faint on the playground! More importantly, strong men soldiers kneel down in front of the child instructor and were beaten and scolded to tears.

But morale is high because the military salary is too high. When can a farmer get 5 taels of silver books a month?

And practicing is not as tiring as farm work.

More importantly, we can pray to God every day, and when we were in the Qing Dynasty, everyone asked from Sakyamuni to the Kitchen God in pain. But no one believed it.

In the Zhao Kuo Crusader, you must believe! You must recite the Bible!

People with faith can carry heavier and go further, and the army with faith is even more powerful.

After the cruel running-in period and initially adapted to the queue, the soldiers went from a group of two-legged sheep farmers to a group of two-legged sheep with military orders, and the new military uniform was distributed, and the Chinese soldiers were happy for a long time to send anything, but this time it was exceptional.

This military uniform shocked all Chinese people. Hundreds of people holding it silently, and no one dared to wear it. In the eyes of military soldiers from rural peasants, this foreign uniform seemed like an old man was going to run naked on the subway in the future.

This was designed by Zhao Kuo himself, completely imitating Western styles, and even spending a lot of money. He gave soldiers an absolutely terrifying high hat, and he could have chosen the Chinese style. But Zhao Kuojue said that this army was the foundation of his own survival, and it was the new elite group of the future!

Who is your enemy? It is not the Qing Dynasty, but the Qing Dynasty civilization.

You must put the most powerful thing on your side, how to put it?

One is to win over, the other is to separate them from the original civilization.

What else is more conducive to declaring yourself incompatible with the civilization before than wearing Western costumes among a group of people?

What else can form a team consciousness and group thinking better than a group of people in strange costumes? Wearing his Zhao Kuo's military uniform, the soldiers dare not go out on the streets alone. At least a few brothers should walk among the people with a sleeve book and a big pants book.

This is separation! This is cohesion!

Because all the elite soldiers were wearing it embarrassingly, a group of Monkey Books were among the group of chickens. I definitely had to think that Monkey Books' comrades belonged to him. So I had to develop a team consciousness and lean closely against him, Zhao Kuo.

"Single costumes will definitely help improve the unity of our Royal Guards!" Zhao Kuo concluded. The Confucian lackey of Huan Zhuguo nodded, and the next day, "Your Majesty's Hu Clothes and Camera!" appeared in the Chinese newspaper the next day.

Looking at the "Hu Clothing and Crazy Shooting", Zhao Kuo sighed for a long time and thought to himself: Look at his level, I call it "Single costumes", and he put it on "Hu Clothing and Crazy Shooting" directly! It's so arrogant! This Confucianism is so good at shooting people, I feel so comfortable. But when did you come up with a few thinkers to help me translate the foreign books sent by the ministers? Nowadays, there are not even words such as "cadres" and "rights". I can't wait for the group of fools in Japan to resume the Meiji Restoration.

However, Zhao Kuo spent money to vomit blood because guns, cannons and even gunpowder were all imported. Zhao Kuo had to steal others' income from selling opium, and most of the income from this kind of army was used. He was so poor that soldiers had to go to cloth dresses from head to ankle, but they had no money to match leather shoes and socks books.

These two items were important consumables in the soldiers at that time. Because everything was done by walking, the leather shoes were worn out quickly, and the socks were consumed as if they were eaten. Therefore, at that time, several shoemakers were followed in the armies of various countries.

"Guangdong is so hot, how hot it is to wear leather shoes, and you also need sock books! Sock books must be imported! Walking around every day, how can I make up for logistics supplies? Fuck, soldiers will wear straw sandals for me, it is cheap and good. It is also a revolutionary spirit to weave straw sandals by myself!" Zhao Kuo finally rejected the idea of ​​matching shoes, and all his soldiers were straw sandals.

There was also a differentiation among the soldiers. Even with a high salary of 5 taels of silver books, the soldiers were beaten to the point where they appeared sporadic deserters. Of course, this unlucky guy was not familiar with the place in Guangzhou. Although he took off his military uniform, he was still wearing a weird pants book and was quickly caught and hung. Zhao Kuo evilly used the magic books against pirates to deal with them, and applied resin to the whole body to prevent corrosion, and hung them in the military camp for several years.

In view of this incident, Zhao Kuo issued a tentative shaving order in the elite troops---voluntarily shaved off his long hair and keep his short hair.

Ancient Chinese concept: Men's books in other dynasties generally do not shave their hair and have buns; in ancient times, they could even replace beheading. The Qing Dynasty shaved their hair. They just shave their hair on the forehead and do not shave the back; although the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom had a loose braid, they did not shave their hair. The hair grew so long that some Taiping Heavenly Kingdom marquis sewed a cloth bag on the back of their clothes, specifically supporting their hair.

Zhao Kuo is a modern person, not an artist. Of course, he wanted to shave his long hair. At that time, it was very troublesome to take a bath. There was no shower lotion or shampoo at all. He wore a long hair every day in Guangdong. There was no electric fan or air conditioner. It was cool enough, but it was uncomfortable to feel hot.

In the past, he did not shave his hair when he was in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom and the Guangdong Province. If he was finished, he would just braid his long hair into a braided book. Wow, he would jump from the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom style to the Qing breeze, and you would just run away from the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom style.

However, now he has become the leader of the bandit, so it doesn’t matter whether he shaves or not. Anyway, if he fails, he will definitely offer reward notices everywhere, and even if he shaves his head, he will not be able to hide.

Moreover, this also caused many bandits to directly disperse the Braid Book and pretend to be Taiping Heavenly Kingdom or the soldiers of the Song Dynasty rob and kill people.

Zhao Kuo had long wanted to shave his hair in the entire army. If the soldiers shave their hair into short hair, you wouldn't be able to run away when you fought with the Qing Dynasty! Desert? OK, you can white your head overnight, but you can't grow from short hair overnight, right? You are not moldy and long hair. So in China where long hair is everywhere or in braids, a short-haired soldier is equivalent to joining the suicide squad.

Worried that doing this would not only challenge the Qing Dynasty civilization but also challenge the customs of thousands of years, Zhao Kuo sinisterly consulted Huan Zhuguo. Huan Zhuguo understood what Zhao Kuo meant, and thought for a while and said, "Your Majesty is anxious that the Qing Dynasty has not yet been destroyed? Your Majesty can reduce the ambition! If the Qing Dynasty does not destroy it, it will not be full of hair!"

"The immortal Qing Dynasty will not grow up! High!" Zhao Kuo was overjoyed and immediately summoned the ministers to talk about the idea of ​​decreasing their ambitions, but he actually received a voice of support and admiration.

Zhao Kuo announced that his foreign gun team had been formed in April 1854, and that the Qing Dynasty would not grow hair. His important officials in Haijing followed him and the Children's Book Army had their hair flattened. The backbone of soldiers such as Liu Dingqiang was moved by the spirit of the Sea Emperor, and howled to shave their hair and fight to the death with the Qing Dynasty.

Soon, the most elite Crusader Sharp Spears, followed Zhao Kuo to shave his hair. They would be inseparable from fighting against the Qing Dynasty. Everyone leaned against the dead soldiers in appearance, which also prevented the deserters of this elite unit - in the Chinese territory, the flat-headed people had nowhere to escape.

Liu Dingqiang would never be a deserter. He was proficient in martial arts, strong and strong, and hated the Qing Dynasty and loved Zhao Kuo. He found the feeling of home in this military camp. When he told the story of the sister who was a maid was raped by the landlord's father Shu and hanged himself, the brothers of the Quanlian accompanied him to cry.

For these precious tears, he wanted to fight to eliminate the Qing Dynasty and the unscrupulous rich man.

So he trained hard, and he trained very well, and was once received by the Sea Emperor.

He was the first soldier who could skillfully load and shoot three times in one minute--the combat master among soldiers of that era.

His body is coordinated and his fingers are flexible and powerful. "The loading series of movements is like playing the piano." The foreign instructor commented that the hard work and high understanding of this group of Chinese soldiers completely subverted the foreigners' prejudice against the Chinese. After the two battalions of foreign gun teams formed, the great powers believed that the Chinese could also complete Western training.

Zhao Kuo cursed at this, "I said fuckingly, how could there be a difference between us and Filipinos? It's not blacks and whites, they have different skins, and you can also discriminate. They are fucking like a mixture of racial discrimination and regional discrimination."

In order to reward outstanding soldiers and mobilize other soldiers, Zhao Kuo personally met with 20 outstanding soldiers and hung silver training medals on their chests. He was very affordable. This medal is actually a silver dollar, and a nail is a medal. If you don’t love glory, you can sell it for wine and drink it.

Liu Dingqiang was the first to step forward. He looked at the Sea Emperor close up and saluted with a Western military salute. When the smiling emperor touched his left chest military uniform with the medal, Liu Dingqiang's tears couldn't stop flowing.

Now, Liu Dingqiang's grand medal was reluctant to exchange for wine for his whole generation, so he put it in his chest pocket. He was warmed by his hot chest, but he completely forgot about this heavy little thing.

He was trembling with his hands to pick up the dead body in front of him and lay down the ground.

The white mist was imposed on the rifles in front of me as if they were pressed by clouds like lead blocks above my head, and they filled the front line and could not see anything clearly. I only knew that my ears were filled with the sound of cannons, shouts, screams, and the commanders around me were hoarsely in English.

I picked up the new pass. The ace ammunition filler in the training was filled with ammunition in a hurry and slowly, then closed his sweaty eyes and raised his gun and shot again numbly.

After wiping his sweat on his face with his sleeves, he could finally open his eyes. He looked at him with a squint, but he was stunned for a moment. His brother was holding a muzzle with a muzzle standing at the trigger.

Seeing that there was a vague figure shaking in the white smoke in front of him. Liu Dingqiang was sweating and said nothing, retreating back to the next row and continuing to load.

What he didn't know was that his enemy Li Mingchang was just 20 meters ahead of him, but Li Mingchang, holding a sharp spear, did not rush forward. On the contrary, in front of the enemy, he was spinning in place, looking around in a daze, and at a loss.

When the war drums started and more than 2,000 Hunan Army's new forces shouted in unison and rushed towards the thin blue line like a tide, Li Mingchang followed his brothers and rushed towards the enemy two miles away. The formation that had been opened when the Hunan Army attacked seemed to fill the war zone with wild animals.

The enemy's rear formation and the two winged cannons were sharp, and ten cannons opened fire on the ground.

The artillery burst into the crowd and the soil fell like rain. The remaining limbs flew across the board, but this could not stop the Hunan Army, which was highly motivated and victorious, and the Hunan Army attacked the enemy. The military flag never fell, and it kept striving to point to the direction of the traitor and advanced quickly.

Li Mingchang's ears were buzzing with blood. He took off his shirt and held a gun. He followed the military flag that was floating among the waves of comrades and angry shouts, and rushed forward. The shells hit him and could not stop him from moving forward, nor could he suppress his roar of "killing long-haired".

Facing the enemy's bombardment, all the heroic Hunan Army had only been in one year: they rushed into the enemy's soldiers' formation and started a hand-to-hand combat between people. They used the enemy's flesh and blood to fertile the land, and there was nothing to be afraid of growing hair! No one in the world is the opponent of the Hunan Army's hand-to-hand combat!

In Li Mingchang's eyes, the strange-shaped zombie-like central army was so weak and strange that they didn't move at all, and just leaned against the torrent of the Hunan Army in their scattered arrangement!

"Don't you dare to charge us for fear of death? You timid, long hair, are not behind the strong camp now. This is the wilderness, and the brave are alive!" Li Mingchang, who was swept away from the air, had no time to wipe it off, and almost laughed, but he gritted his teeth.

He ran all his might. Li Mingchang, who was panting through the backs of his brothers in front, saw that the military flag in front of him seemed to have touched the evil long-haired army. "The victory and loss are decided! The long-haired is over!" Li Mingchang roared, his whole body was full of strength again, and his running speed increased again. This time he was going to kill the long-haired enemy with his own hands.

The two armies confronted each other in the field, one side remained motionless, and the other side came to attack. The potential energy like Mount Tai and the magnificent momentum of the charger were not something that the stationary side could bear.

But at this moment, Li Mingchang suddenly heard a burst of explosions in front of him: This is not the sound of cannons, the sound of cannons is rumbling, nor is it like a shotgun firecracker, the shotgun is as crisp as a second kick. This sound is like a string of firecrackers thrown into the fire and suddenly exploded in full swing, just like an explosive whip book suddenly sucking into the torrent of the Hunan Army.

Looking at a white smoke wall that was like a line on the thin blue line rose between the Hunan Army and the long hair, it seemed as if God had used some magic, which was just blocking the union of the two armies, and it seemed that the blue evil army was a gunpowder line, and the torch of the Hunan Army stirred up an explosion and smoke when it touched.

Almost immediately after the first whip, the second thrust came again, followed by the third thrust, and the Hunan Army vanguard who rushed in front was immediately stopped.

But in the blink of an eye, the Blues finished a round of fire that had prefilled ammunition, because the ammunition was loaded before going to the battlefield, and all the soldiers did was pull the trigger. The first round of three rows of fire was always the fastest and most intense round of fire.

In front of the white smoke wall released by the Blue Army, countless Hunan Army soldiers with braided books suddenly lost their eyes and fell on the road where the enemy's nose books could be seen. Some of them howled and rolled on the ground. They were shot without death. Whether they were shot in the vital parts of their chest, abdomen, head, or arms and legs, they immediately rolled on the ground as long as they were injured. Killing enemies with injuries and killing enemies with arrows completely became a joke. This kind of foreign gun land bullet is different from bows, arrows, swords and guns, and injury is equivalent to death. It is driven by the power of gunpowder explosion. The power of the knife and arrow shooting is not as good as this kind of heavy hammer-like ramming. When hit at close range, the skin will immediately tear away the flesh and blood, and it will immediately break when it encounters bones! With the medical level of this era, the book bullet either dies or amputations into the body. The bullet is more than the Chinese bird gun ridiculed by foreign doctors, and it often rolls into the body, and it is completely helpless to save it.

In just a second, the Crusaders projected a lead bullet and swept into the torrent of Hunan Army in front of them. The two wards of the vanguard were immediately defeated. The warriors who were originally jealous of blood and wielding a big knife were first shocked by the sound of the muskets in front of them and the sudden smoke wall in front of them. After a moment of hesitation, they found that most of the brothers in front and back were fewer, and screams suddenly broke out from the ground.

The Hunan Army flag was rushing hard and suddenly slapped in front of the white smoke, and the entire Hunan Army was slapped.

After the first round of crusading, an incredible calm seemed to appear between the black water of the Hunan Army and the blue line of the sharp spear regiment. The Hunan shouts that had just resounded over the position suddenly disappeared, and the three fierce whip books suddenly disappeared. The narrow joint appeared in the dead silence that could be heard even if a needle fell off.

When one or two hundred soldiers on the front line came to their senses from the death and wounded brothers beside them. The brave blinked his eyes in shock, wrapped the braided book back into the book, and waved his sword again to continue rushing forward, it was already instant.

In seconds, the most elite grenade company took the lead in loading the entire army, and the crazy "!" command of the grenade officer in the right front of each battalion sounded. The second round of volleyball began again.

This time, it was not the first round of whip books that were neat and fierce, but the white smoke rising and falling on the thin blue lines declared that it was still whip books.

He was beaten up, and then just replied that he started rushing forward and was hit hard again. In front of the thin blue line, there were the bodies of Hunan Army and the wailing wounded soldiers.

The Hunan Army behind the vanguard witnessed how the white smoke wall raised by the muskets of more than a thousand people crowded together turned the two hundred Hunan Army in front from the Qing Dynasty Han Book into meat scraps on the ground.

At this moment, the surprise echoed in the center of the Hunan Army, just like a countryman who had just seen the sound of the birds singing loudly at the home of a rich man. After being startled, he looked at the wooden guy with a surprise observation.

But in the Qing Dynasty culture, surprise often turned into fear.

Immediately, the center was no longer charging forward as the forward, and they slowed down their running pace. They even exchanged surprise glances with each other.

But this is the battlefield!

If you don't forget life and death, you will be immediately held tightly in your palm by fear, and your running speed will slow down. The adrenal hormone released under the stimulation of killing and fighting desire immediately ran nearly meter, and the Hunan Army farmers who had all their might began to feel extremely tired. The Song Dynasty artillery that seemed to be just a mosquito book buzzing just now immediately became like a rush of mountains and seas. Every shot that smashed into the crowd unscrupulously made the warriors trembled.

But they were still rushing forward, and they ran forward with a tentative attitude, rather than just killing all the enemies.

This reduced speed gave the opponents the first time they experienced this scene, and they had enough time to fill the ammunition in a hurry. They were not British lobster soldiers or Napoleon's guards, but a group of farmers who had just put on military uniforms. If they faced the latter two, they would probably not shoot, but the bayonet impact could also make them who were inexperienced, disperse after the first round of shooting.

Soon the center was fired round after round by the Crusaders.

This time, the book was really flying everywhere. The Hunan Army soldiers who seemed to be filled with lead in their legs surrounded the commander and the military flag in fear, making their formation more dense. However, this experience of dealing with cold weapons has brought them greater damage and a more fearful psychological effect.

Several Hunan troops squeezed into groups and walked slowly forward. In front of the others, the three people at the top were immediately beaten into a pile of meat and scraps in the smoke rising from the other side. One of them was immediately beaten into a pile of meat and scraps, and one leaned back and fell down. A stuttered book was opened on his naked chest. The third archer who was bent his bow and arrow suddenly screamed and threw the bow and arrow. He held his calf forward and rolled forward, and then held his calf with bullet holes tightly.

There were only three people, but for the few people behind them. The fear of the invisible enemy was far greater than the number of enemies. Someone stopped, and the others also stopped and stopped in front of the three rows of crusaders on the opposite side. Less than a meter away, the breeze blew, and the strong white smoke separated from both sides dissipated a little. The high-capped and barbarian uniforms seemed as hideous as demons and monsters in the white smoke. At this time, the strange spell in the white smoke was clearly audible: "Prepare!!!!"
To be continued...