I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

They were so idle before.

Then it got into trouble.

Being chased and beaten by Mrs. Dao, little firecrackers, and even Yin Lulu, this little old man is really serious. Can you stop telling the truth in this tone.

Yin Xuan nodded, a little helpless: "That's right."

"They're all Jiu'er, and they're also heroic. They like to play some heroine-playing games outside. But after practicing, they can also be arranged to work in the factory."

Li Jing felt a pain in his heart, so he buried his head guiltily and let himself hide in the blind spot of Yin Xuan's vision. Last night, he happened to have a nightmare of being returned by Yin Xuan.

Yin Xuan took Xue Rengui out, and on the way, he suddenly asked, "I heard... the Xue family from the east of the river is from the army?"

Xue Rengui nodded: "Yes."

"Then how much have you learned?" Yin Xuan asked again.

Xue Rengui replied honestly: "The 53 chapters of military books, and the 790rd volume of pictures are all familiar by heart."

"When I was free in the past, I would use stones to deduce the battlefield. I think I am still a little mature in the art of warfare."

When he spoke, there was almost no fluctuation in his expression, he was just using the most normal tone, talking about the facts that he thought were common sense.

"Oh?" Yin Xuan raised his eyebrows, "You do have some confidence."

"Now let you lead the army, are you sure?"

Xue Rengui was taken aback for a moment, he didn't understand Yin Xuan's meaning, he didn't reply immediately, he thought about it in his heart.Mr. Zhengyang, what is the meaning of this?Didn't I hear that he is not involved in government affairs?
But why do you have to lead the army yourself...

Could it be that Mr. Zhengyang has some secret plan?
But the two of them just met, would they tell him such an important thing?

Yin Xuan glanced at him and waved his hand: "You think too much, I just want to see how much you have achieved in the art of war. In the past few days, I have had someone set up a simple battlefield in a house. "

"I will let you lead ten soldiers later, and compete with others."

Xue Rengui heaved a sigh of relief, but he almost thought of treason, nodded, but didn't respond: "Dare to ask Zhengyang Gong, how are the soldiers?"

"They're all about the same physical quality as the rangers you've seen." Yin Xuan replied briefly, "And they can follow orders and prohibit them."

Xue Rengui gasped.

I was not shocked by the previous physical fitness, but was shocked by the four words "order and prohibition" at the end.

The so-called military way, training is the most important link.Whether or not a general is good or capable does not depend on how good he is at fighting—for example, Zhao Kuo, that’s just talking on paper.

It depends on whether he can lead soldiers, and whether he can lead soldiers well.

Art of war, trickery.

Military training is the way to be upright.

"Can you really order and prohibit it?" Xue Rengui didn't believe it, and asked hesitantly.

Yin Xuan smiled and nodded: "It is really possible to make orders and prohibitions."

Xue Rengui clenched his palms tightly and his eyes lit up: "If I can really enforce orders and prohibitions, I can achieve that no matter who I face, I will not lose."

Yin Xuan shook his head slightly, and said with a smile: "Don't throw out big words easily."

"It's not a big talk, it's self-confidence." Xue Rengui raised his head, his face full of pride. With soldiers who ordered and prohibited him, even a mediocre general can be invincible, let alone himself.

Yin Xuan continued: "Except for the armor, I will prepare the rest of the weapons and even the horses for you as long as you want them."

Xue Rengui was overjoyed again.

In war, horses are the most critical supplies. Cavalry and infantry are almost two species.Although there is no armor, but the situation is excusable.

After all, hiding armor is a capital offense.

Yin Xuan led him to the house, opened the door and went in, into a dark room: "You should have seen the musket thing?"

Xue Rengui was stunned and nodded: "I have seen it."

"This time your opponent is a team equipped with muskets. The number is the same as yours, only ten." Yin Xuan introduced, "But...after all, it's just a drill."

"So instead of live ammunition, they'll use a type of paintball."

Paintball?

Xue Rengui froze for a moment.

Yin Xuan picked up a gun on the table, aimed it at the wall, and pulled the trigger. With a snap, the bullet flew out and hit the wall, leaving an extremely conspicuous black mark.

"Did you see it?" Yin Xuan pointed to the black mark, "After the bullet hits you, it will leave an ink mark."

"I'll give you another privilege. If you only hit the limbs, you're fine."

"However, if it hits the torso or the head, it means your men are dead."

Xue Rengui nodded, still a little surprised.

Did Mr. Zhengyang take care of himself too much? Bullets hitting limbs would have a great impact on combat. At least the wounded would not be able to fight against normal people.

"Mr. Zhengyang, don't you look down on me too much?" He frowned slightly, the youthful nature made him not really want such care.

Yin Xuan shook his head: "Just follow my orders."

Xue Rengui reluctantly agreed.

Yin Xuan gave him half an hour to choose soldiers, weapons, horses, and familiarize himself with the terrain. After half an hour, the two groups of men and horses began to compete.

A quarter of an hour later.

Xue Rengui fell to the ground, with a big ink mark on his forehead, looking at the sky with confused eyes, even feeling aggrieved.

This... is different from what is said in the book of war.

He and his men had just walked out the door, and he was about to peek at the terrain to see what the enemy was doing, when there was a snap, and he was shot in the head.
He died before he could do anything.

Without the chief general, the remaining nine people did not make any resistance.

Yin Xuan walked to Xue Rengui's side, and smiled lightly: "This doesn't show your ability, do you want to try again?"

Xue Rengui gritted his teeth: "Come on!"

In the second round of the contest, Xue Rengui seemed to be more careful. He didn't do so recklessly again, and probed into the enemy's affairs, but he just led people to touch a rockery. With a bang, the toner powder exploded, leaving them full all over.

Needless to say, this time they were killed again.

"Mr. Zhengyang, what is this?" Xue Rengui walked over in disgrace, gritted his teeth, and asked viciously.

Yin Xuan smiled slightly: "This thing is called a mine, and it is also a kind of gunpowder."

Xue Rengui took a deep breath and clenched his fists: "Come again!"

This afternoon was probably the one where Xue Rengui suffered the most. He never thought that he could die so easily.

Most of the time, he was inexplicably shot before the enemy even found out.

Forehead, chest, belly.

He originally thought that muskets were something similar to bows and arrows, but now... Bah, bows and arrows are a younger brother!