Since the successful restructuring of the Beijing camp by Zhu Dijing, the ancestor of the Ming Dynasty, the Xishan camp has always been the closest to the capital and the most important camp in terms of geographical location.

In order to facilitate unified scheduling, distribution of materials, and intensive training, Li Huaizhong, deputy commander of the Beijing battalion, put all the newly recruited 150,000 soldiers in the Xishan camp.

Of course, it was impossible for the Xishan camp to accommodate so many soldiers, so it had to expand a new camp around the Xishan camp, with tents, wooden houses, etc. lined up around the Xishan.

And now, whether it's a tent or a wooden house, all the houses are empty.

Li Huaizhong, deputy commander of the Beijing Army Battalion, strictly ordered that those who slacken their training will be expelled regardless of their military ranks.

The salaries of the new army in Beijing were all based on the Liaodong Army, which was already very high in the Ming Dynasty, and the newly recruited soldiers were all people who were starving and unable to survive in the surrounding areas.

Li Huaizhong was strict in administering the army, and did not allow officials to deduct a single cent of military salaries, and new cotton clothes, ordnance, and the Ministry of Industry and Household were all fully supplied, and the military rations were also mobilized from the coast by the imperial court at no cost.

There is food to eat and a silver collar, so no matter how strict the military discipline is, these people are all trying to eat milk, and they want to stay and eat a full meal.

"Thorn!" Wu Binghao, the commander-in-chief of the 3,000 battalions of the Beijing army, shouted with a spear in his hand.

"Ha-" The two thousand recruits stabbed their spears forward in unison, and a mountain-like roar came out of their mouths.

"Close!" Even in the cold of winter, such a rigorous training made Wu Binghao sweat.

Grad kick - Gel kick - there was a sound of horses' hooves in front of the barracks, which made Wu Binghao wonder.

He went up to a high platform and looked at the place where the sound came from, only to see smoke and dust from the horse's hooves in the distance.

Hiss - where did this army come from, how did no one stop it?

Wu Binghao was horrified in his heart, this was the hinterland of the Beijing army camp, and if he wanted to come to his camp, he had to pass many checkpoints, and this army was unimpeded, how could he not be shocked.

"All of them! Lined up! Get ready for battle! "Wu Binghao intends to respond to all changes with the same, he is an imperial soldier, do his job well, and it is enough to maintain the prestige of the soldier.

"Holy patrol camp, all soldiers must not move!" A row of Han generals galloped over and shouted loudly!

What? The Holy Came Up? Wu Binghao's hat almost fell off!

Why did the Holy One suddenly come here? What else is there here besides their bunch of bitter big soldiers? Isn't there a fraud?

For a moment, several thoughts flashed through Wu Binghao's mind, but reason told him that he couldn't act rashly now.

What if it's true?

"I am Liu Hongchuan, the commander of the Beijing camp, which one are you? What about Li Huaizhong? Announce that he is coming! Liu Hong gradually rode his horse to the front of Wu Binghao's army.

"Lord Admiral, Wu Binghao, the commander of the 3,000 battalions, and Lord Li is in the Chinese military camp, so I will send someone to spread the word." Wu Binghao said excitedly.

He had met the Admiral, and when the new army in Beijing had just been recruited, Liu Hong gradually came to the Xishan camp to make an order.

Liu Hong, the commander of the Beijing camp, gradually stood in front of the thousands of troops' 'sassy and heroic', which made Wu Binghao, who was just a new recruit at that time, envious, and shouted in his heart, 'The husband should be like this!' ’。

The Admiral was red and purple in front of the Holy One, and now that the Admiral is here, isn't the Holy One really here?

Wu Binghao instantly straightened his waist, raised his head, chest, abdomen, and buttocks...... A series of actions were done in one go, and the Admiral was stunned.

Less leaning, Emperor Chongzhen walked out of the imperial chariot, dressed in bright yellow clothes, purple and gold wings and good crowns, graceful and luxurious, not angry and self-prestigious.

With Li Yunkui's support, he slowly stepped onto a simplified version of the proofreading desk.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" Wu Binghao knelt down on one knee first, and saluted Chongzhen with his right hand clasped on his chest.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" The soldiers of the 2,3000 battalion behind him immediately followed suit, and their faces were more shocked than Wu Binghao.

The emperor was a rarity in ancient times, so rare that it was more precious than a giant panda, after all, there was only one emperor, and there was no Internet at this time, so all the soldiers secretly looked at Chongzhen as if they were treasures.

"All the soldiers are flat!" Chongzhen was pleasant, he was now looking at these dusty big-headed soldiers, much cuter than those oily imperial historians.

"General Wu, since it is 3,000 battalions, why do you practice spears and your horses here?" Chongzhen smiled, he wanted to care about these soldiers, but he didn't know what to say.

This...... Wu Binghao showed a strange smile, scratched his head, and couldn't speak.

"Your Majesty, we don't have horses!" Liu Hong gradually turned out to be very simple.

"Not only does the 3,000 battalion have no horses, but the Shenji battalion also has no firearms! At present, the new army in Beijing is training according to the infantry army, and the minister's ordnance station will deliver the first batch of 5,000 guns to Beijing in half a month.

As for the 3,000 battalions, please rest assured that even if the minister is blackmailing, he will get military horses from Chahar! Liu Hong gradually spoke up.

The Ordnance Institute is now at full capacity to produce the guns, but even so, it can only produce about four or five hundred guns a day, and the process of ordering paper shells is becoming more and more mature.

Song Yingxing specially recruited 100 skillful women from the nearby Huangzhuang, and the entire small workshop for making paper shell bullets produced 20,000 rounds of paper shell bullets a day.

In this way, Chongzhen is still dissatisfied with the output of the ordnance institute, he is wealthy, but Liu Hongjian adheres to the sales concept of excellence and preferring shortage to excess, and does not plan to expand.

First, the expansion of production scale will increase the difficulty of secrecy, and second, overcapacity is also a problem.

I don't have anyone, I have best, I don't want the best, but I want the most expensive.

The most important point is that the rifle and the cartridge are only transitional weapons, and the accuracy and reload are still too unsatisfactory, but the time is running out to deal with the next all-out war.

After listening to Liu Hongji's explanation, Chongzhen's face changed.

The cavalry has no horses, and the firearms battalion has no guns, but fortunately, the spears and knives in the five army battalions are one for everyone, otherwise this patrol of the camp would have made him terrible.

"Your Majesty, Li Huaizhong, deputy commander of the Weichen Jingjun, knock to see the emperor!" Li Huaizhong was dressed in armor, and when he walked dozens of steps away from Chongzhen, he took the initiative to untie the sword at his waist, picked up his armor and knelt down to salute.

"General Li, please get up!" Chongzhen still has some impression of Li Huaizhong, after all, after last year's thrilling three days of defending the city, Li Huaizhong also shed blood for Daming.

"Please move your majesty to the camp of the Chinese army and review the new army!" The 3,000 battalions are so small that they don't even have a decent review stand.

On the huge training ground of the Chinese military camp, 30,000 soldiers had already set up a phalanx, each holding a war knife, which was the fifth military camp personally supervised by Li Huaizhong.

The five military camps were originally practicing here, because they learned that Chongzhen was coming, but it took a quarter of an hour for all the soldiers to stand in line.

Seeing Chongzhen coming surrounded by a group of officials, the soldiers of the 35,000 military battalions shouted loudly, which was several times higher than the voices of the 2,000 people in the 3,000 battalions just now.

"Your Majesty, this is your reliance!" Liu Honggradually stood beside Uncle Chongzhen and whispered.

Chongzhen nodded slightly, putting the cart before the horse and drifting with the tide for more than ten years, now he knows that soldiers are valuable!

"Your Majesty, say something to the soldiers!" Since you are here, you can't really bubble up and withdraw, Liu Hong gradually instigated!