I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 161
The drunk veteran punched him, and before Zheng Zhilong and the others could react, Zhu Youjian struck.

A snap.

The veteran was directly slapped and fell to the ground.

Just kidding, the strength, agility, riding and shooting of the idiot emperor far surpassed ordinary people, how could a drunk man get hit in the face?

"Your wine quality is not good," Zhu Youjian said solemnly: "I drank two or three jars of strong wine, and I can still ride and shoot in the middle of the night, you are only half a bottle of wine, and you are so drunk?
Did you eat peanuts? "

The drunk man moaned and whimpered for a long time before he got up, he had lost a few teeth, but now his two front teeth are gone.

Being slapped by Zhu Youjian, he fell to the ground, and his alcoholism passed immediately.

The person in front of me...is the emperor!

The veteran wanted to spit on the ground.

However, he secretly raised his head to glance at the idiot emperor, but never dared to take any action.

"Where are you from? Are you 50 years old?" Zhu Youjian asked casually while chewing barbecue meat and drinking a small wine.

"Caomin...is called Blacksmith Zhang." The veteran said in a low voice.

"Others call me an idiot emperor. Look, you are an idiot. When I asked you where you were from and how old you were, you actually said your name was Zhang Blacksmith?"

Zhu Youjian shook his head and smiled, "How many days have you studied Shaolin Kungfu? It's quite reasonable to make a move."

Zhang Tiejiang's black face had already turned red and purple. When he heard the emperor's words, he quickly knelt down on one knee and said, "Caomin has indeed learned Shaolin boxing for a few days, but they are all unpopular foreign boxing techniques. It's okay to bluff..."

"It's okay, if you can get slapped by me, many men probably won't be able to get up." Zhu Youjian smiled proudly: "Go and pass the order for me, just say that today I invite everyone to lick;

In addition, the main thing is to recruit relatives through martial arts competitions. "

Fighting to recruit relatives?

Not to mention Blacksmith Zhang, even Zheng Zhilong was confused.

What Long Live Lord said was so cloudy, why did he still bring out all the tricks of the people in the world?
"Zheng Zhilong listens!"

Zhu Youjian said in a deep voice: "The order continues, [-] veterans of the Ming Dynasty, I will personally train them, as the most elite iron army of the Ming Dynasty, they will also become my own soldiers.

However, I don't want to be foolish.

What I want is a strong man, an iron army capable of fighting tough battles and strong in politics! "

Zheng Zhilong was stunned for a while before he realized it.

The feeling is, after all, Long Live Lord is still worried about others, and wants to train an elite army by himself?
However, the combat quality of these veterans is not bad, but... After all, they all come from reckless backgrounds, and many of them have really been bandits for several years.

"Long live, if..." Zheng Zhilong was about to persuade him, but Zhu Youjian waved him off.

"Fei Huang, do you know what I like about these old soldiers?" Zhu Youjian asked with a smile.

Zheng Zhilong shook his head slightly.

Zhu Youjian didn't explain either.

Some problems, if you speak out, others will not understand.

Well, it's better to do it directly.

When Zhu Youjian trains this team of veterans, at the critical moment, it will be enough to become a king bomb in his hand.

Isn't it Liaoxi general and Liaodong general?

Jiannu, Beiman, and those chieftain emperors in the southwest and northwest frontiers, I can beat you to the ground with one hand!

"I just happen to be fine these days, so I'll try to get along with them for a while and see if I can bring out a team of soldiers." Zhu Youjian stood up and said with a smile:

"Go, gather these guys together."

Zheng Zhilong bowed to accept the order, and led Blacksmith Zhang to a high platform quickly.

"Drum!"

"Point general!"

Zheng Zhilong's method of summoning soldiers is the one he trained in the naval warfare division, which is slightly different from the methods of other great commanders in Ming Dynasty.

However, this does not affect the result.

Among the [-] veterans, many of them were already drunk and talking nonsense.

However, when he heard the sound of thunder and drums, he suddenly woke up with a jolt.

Looking at a large area in a mess, once the war drum 'dong dong dong' was sounded, it would gather together in an instant.

Even if someone is still crooked, unable to stand firm.

However, the killing spirit of the veterans on the battlefield quickly gathered.

Zheng Zhilong has been fighting overseas all year round, so he is naturally very sensitive to this kind of aura. He was surprised to find that the gang of ragged veterans were just ordinary.

However, the emperor asked them to masturbate once, and he didn't even say anything, why did they feel different?

Zhu Youjian slowly climbed onto the high platform.

His eyes slowly swept across the faces, bodies, and hands of the veterans, his complexion was indifferent, and after three or four breaths of silence, he opened his mouth: "Brothers, today's barbecue is delicious?"

"good to eat!"

Some people were still in a dazed state, and finally some people looked up at the emperor on the high platform and roared in unison.

"Is today's wine good?" Zhu Youjian asked again.

"Delicious!"

Well, finally the voices are all together.

"You guys, are you full?"

"full!"

"You guys, do you still have the strength to compete?"

"Have!"

After several consecutive questions and answers, the [-] veterans finally found the feeling of being united as one, and even some drunk men stuck their necks and roared loudly.

Zhu Youjian nodded, very satisfied.

For military training, he basically has no experience, the most is the kind of big military parade that he imagined...

"Brothers, you have worked hard!"

"Not bitter!"

"No, you've worked hard," Zhu Youjian was about to speak, when suddenly, the dragon's body shook, and the expression on his face became weird.

However, this strange look flashed across, and even Zheng Zhilong, who was standing beside him, didn't notice anything unusual.

"You are veterans of Daming. Daming is sorry to all of you. Today, I will leave my words here. You will become the most elite iron army of our Daming!"

"You will become the strongest backbone of the Ming Dynasty!"

"Those scholars claim to be the backbone of the Ming Dynasty. I don't believe it, because what the Ming Dynasty needs is not soft bones, nor talkers."

"What I want is a real iron army."

"You guys, can you do it?"

Thirty thousand veterans: "Yes!!!"

"Zheng Zhilong listens to the order, and you will preside over the competition to recruit relatives!"

"The last will obey!"

Zheng Zhilong knelt down on one knee and shouted loudly, as if he had accepted the imperial edict.

But... how about a martial arts contest to recruit relatives?

Zheng Zhilong raised his head and gave Zhu Youjian a wink.

Zhu Youjian was a little confused, walked over slowly, put one hand on Zheng Zhilong's shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "Fei Huang, what do you mean?"

"Long live, what is a martial arts competition to recruit relatives?"

Zhu Youjian: "..."

For such a simple question, you, the King of Zhenhai, are too uneducated.

"Recruiting relatives through martial arts competition is to recruit a group of soldiers for me through the martial arts competition..." Zhu Youjian patted Zheng Zhilong's shoulder helplessly, turned and walked off the high platform.

On the high platform, Zheng Zhilong looked resolute, but his heart was in chaos.

It turns out that this is 'martial arts competition to recruit relatives'...

(End of this chapter)