At the Harbor Wharf to the northwest of Fengju City, Shunjun camped like no one else. Defney was curious: "What is the name of this tactic of sir? I think it is many times more skillful than three-stage shooting!"

Lu Tingwan, who was returning, had bright eyes like her, and her eyes were full of light. She looked at Jia Cong with little stars. In the battle, Master Jia gained two little fans, and both of them were not ordinary.

Ai Shuangshuang, Long Aotian and others have long admired his lord.

Jia Cong shrugged his shoulders and said dissatisfiedly: "We can shoot three-stage and serial gun-style combat methods. If anyone has a gun in his hand, the enemy will not be able to do it? Look at their troops and formation just now, so the situation of both sides queuing and shooting it out."

"I am thinking that no matter what kind of tactics or formations, I will use my firepower to the maximum extent and not waste a bullet or a force. So, why not scattered encirclement?"

"This is the technique of gunfighting. It is not that it will fight to kill one side and be injured. And once one side has signs of winning, its momentum will also rise. Apart from the vanguard, the other side will panic and only care about running away. Who cares about anything else?"

Everyone thought about it and thought that Jia Cong's argument was very wonderful. Guan Chaosheng even recorded it. Jia Cong said to Defney: "Actually, I learned it from you in the UK."

"Ah?" Defney was delighted and immediately felt a sense of national pride. Thinking about it, something was wrong: "We in the UK do not have this kind of linear tactic!"

Jia Cong laughed and refused to answer. Defne would never know that Jia Cong was not talking about Britain at this time, but Britain a hundred years later. Willington fought against the French army on the Iberian Peninsula, using line tactics, so that every soldier had the chance to shoot, and the minority defeated the majority.

Today, he is the inventor of this tactic.

Of course, the enemy can do this, but the Dutch may not have a chance, because there is no such situation in the next battle, but a siege and a defense battle.

When the equipment and number of people vary slightly, tactics are undoubtedly the most test of a general and the key to success or failure.

Jia Cong, like participating in the imperial examination, has the superiority of a time traveler and his brain is easy to use. Let's call him the time traveler's golden finger.

"This battle killed more than 200 people in the Netherlands, nearly 300 people, and less than ten people were injured and killed on our side! The spoils were harvested as follows..." Ai Shuangshuang reported on his military achievements, which was inspiring.

"Okay, the spoils are rewarded with brave and diligent people in batches." Jia Cong was in a good mood.

"Sir..." Defney came out of the cabin door with her helmet and armor: "The soldiers from the inland had scurvy at this time. There was not yet at the beginning. Fortunately, I brought a lot of lemon juice when I sent the troops."

Chen Hua frowned and said, "It must be because he is not suitable for the local environment, right? My soldiers have never appeared!"

"Scurvy? Isn't it lack of vitamin C?" Jia Cong thought secretly: "Strange! Zheng He had never heard of scurvy even when he went to the West. Maybe it was not recorded."

"Lemon juice cannot be stored for a long time, right?" Jia Cong said.

"Yes, but I have tried it. Some fruits and vegetables also have good effects in preventing scurvy. Although they cannot be stored for a long time, they must be recycled from various ports in a timely manner, otherwise it will be a nightmare." Defney reminded worriedly.

"Maybe there are reasons for drinking tea." Chen Hua interjected. After a fight, he learned that Jia Cong had not framed or retaliated against him. Chen Hua couldn't help but feel good and patted his chest and said, "This place is separated from the Luer Gate of Qianxiang Country in the east, and Anping Port is not far away. I can tell the troops there to come at any time."

Jia Cong nodded in agreement. He knew that scurvy was caused by lack of vitamin C. Westerners in the Age of Discovery had experimented many times and came up with many preventive methods. As for whether tea has this effect? ​​Jia Cong knew it was not very detailed. It is estimated that Zheng He did not have this incident in voyage to the West because he was sailing near the coast and was able to supplement at any time. It is not as difficult and difficult as Westerners opening routes. Scurvy alone killed hundreds of thousands of people. It cannot be said that it is not terrifying.

At this time, he was secretly glad that Defne had foresight and was pleased that the woman he chose had a place to use it. In the end, he insisted on going to see the wounded and the sick in person despite the dissuasion of the generals and soldiers.

When he walked out of the Central Army camp, he arrived at the tent of a patient who surrounded one of his Central Army in an arch. The oil fireworks on both sides of the door rose, reflecting that he and their faces turned red. Jia Cong saw Wu San Ge coming to the camp inside, and his gums were bleeding, and his hair was red and purple. Just now, the personal soldier was still forcing him to go to the battlefield.

Brother Wu was about to get up after taking off the quilt. Jia Cong held his shoulders and handed some tropical fruits to them one by one. Brother Wu and others burst into tears: "Sir!"

Some wounded and sick people began to wipe their tears, wishing that the soldier could die for his confidant: "Master Supervisor left quickly. What if it is contagious?"

"Yes! Yes!"

Lu Tingwan smiled secretly: "It's quite good at bribing people's hearts."

Jia Cong went out of the camp to inspect again, and heard Ai Shuangshuang, the team who had distributed the spoils, and the sound of women laughing and drinking and gambling cards came from the camp. Everyone around him did not say a word, thinking that Jia Cong wanted to take care of him, but Jia Cong turned around and left, and there was no expression.

He thought to himself: "There is a disadvantage for these people. The discipline cannot be as strict as the military officers and soldiers. But if I sweep their enthusiasm at this time, the timing is wrong and it will hurt morale. I can only turn a blind eye... Forget it, forgot, I want to use them to lay the foundation for military power and power in one fell swoop, so that I can't give some benefits? Is it possible that the horse will run away and the horse will not eat grass? Things in the world are not perfect!"

"I only need to buy people's hearts with carrots, and the other hand thunder is shocking the little ones! That's enough!"

Thinking of this, Jia Cong didn't even ask whether his personal soldiers bought women from nearby villages or snatched them.

Zeng Guofan, who was once named the highest posthumous title by the Qing Dynasty, wrote a book of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, trustworthiness, loyalty and filial piety? However, is this peasant soldier really as good as his own? That's wrong. He even killed countless surrendered troops and retreated bravely before he could protect himself. Those who sat in their position were slander, accurate and ruthless, the real samadhi of official positions. Jia Cong was the same. He grasped the overall situation, but he could not be careful in the minor matters.

In other words, the three views of senior and superiors are different from those of normal people and most ordinary people.

As the saying goes, kindness does not control the army.

That night, Jia Cong held another celebration banquet, and gave him a warrior to the generals who could fight, drank a large bowl of wine and ate meat. He was as heroic as a gangster. Unlike the official army, he would be happy and talk about the wine. Chen Hua was ashamed: "Jia Cong is worthy of being a magistrate. Compared with him and the queen's mind, I am absolutely unable to do so. No wonder they can command so many people and do not hate me at all."

Since then, Chen Hua has gradually become convinced and has settled his past grudges.

In Sanling Castle, in the bell tower of the Governor's Office, two colonels, Van Biya and Matthewys, reported military information to Van Dijk. A group of people immediately discussed it quickly. Van Biya was full of anger: "Governor, please allow me to go out of the city to fight them! Against each other, I may not lose to them!"

"That's not wise!" Matthew Ismer recited the New Testament of the Bible, put down the book and said, "I think it can be guarded by the city. Jia Cong is not like an official who is closed to the country. He will definitely trade with us in the future, so he can negotiate! And they also need spices, ivory and other luxury goods from the South and Indian Oceans!"

"The Sanling Castle is strong, but once the guns and cannons develop, no matter how strong the castle is, it will not be of much use! How do you know that it will not attack with artillery fire? Or it will surround us with ammunition and food? Once we lose this place, we will not be able to explain to the headquarters and the king! If we can have a good talk, Jia Cong would not be so treacherous, and he will go back on his word and pester it all over again and again!"

Unlike the officials of Dashun, the vacancies are often brave and ruthless, and they do whatever they think of, and are less timid. Van Dijk said sinisterly: "Are there still more than 100,000 slaves in the city? We still know a little about the Far East. After all, countless missionaries have been exploring through life and death. To a certain extent, Confucianism in the Far East talks about benevolence and righteousness, so we..."

Several colonists instantly made several plans and just waited to fight with Jia Cong.
Chapter completed!