On the north side of the military academy is a shooting training ground, which can accommodate thousands of people to practice here at the same time.

The core of the shooting training range is a mound more than 10 zhang high, one side has been flattened and tamped, and in front of it are densely packed wooden targets, on which four concentric circles are drawn.

There is also a trench more than one person deep behind the wooden target, which is used for the person who reads the target to walk. Dozens of extremely long lime lines were drawn on the ground, which were used by the soldiers to estimate the distance between the queue and the target.

The westernmost deserted open area is a natural artillery training ground.

It is also surrounded by a fence and is surrounded by red warning signs that say "No Approaching".

The training ground is five or six miles long, and at the end there is an earthen rampart that marks the distance every ten zhang. In the extreme distance, dozens of circles with a diameter of three or four zhang were drawn with lime, and with the aiming ability of artillery nowadays, as long as such a large circle was hit, it was considered ten rings.

In addition, there are warehouses, dormitories, stables, bathhouses and other facilities. In a dense forest farthest away from the school building, it is the most mysterious "special combat team" training place, but the specific purpose of this place is unknown except for Zhu Linmiao.

Every time Macedo looked at this endless New Army Academy from afar, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He has traveled to many countries, whether it is in the rich Spain, Sweden, which is the best at training soldiers, or the calculating England, he has never seen such a professional military school.

He knew that in addition to this "luxurious" training ground, there was also a set of detailed training procedures behind the support of this military school.

And that genius Prince of Daming, oh no, should already be an auxiliary king. His training and combat methods were extremely advanced, and Macedo, as the nominal chief instructor of this military school, knew very well how terrible the fighting power of the soldiers who walked out of here was.

Even the bravest Swiss in Europe, or the most tactically advanced Swedes, had little hope of victory against these soldiers.

His Royal Highness also equipped his army with flintlock pistols, which were overwhelmingly superior to the arquebuses that prevailed in Europe.

What shocked him most was that despite such a powerful army, the Ming Auxiliary King seemed to be not satisfied, and he had begun to implement new military reforms in the country. Oh my God, what else does he want to change?!

Soon, a noise could be heard from afar. Maceido looked up and saw nearly a thousand young men in chaotic costumes, led by dozens of officers in dark green uniforms, walking in from the gate on the north side of the New Army Academy.

Although the formation of these people was crooked, and obviously undisciplined, it could be seen that they were all strong, most of them were close to 4 wrist feet tall, and all of them were in good spirits.

These people are all newly recruited recruits, who will be divided into infantry, chasseur, cavalry and other branches in the new army academy, and will be systematically trained. After six months to a year, they will all become very good soldiers.

Macedo knew that these recruits were part of the Ming Vice-Chancellor's military reform program. No less than three or four thousand recruits like this have arrived in recent days, and it is said that thousands more are coming.

"A terrifyingly powerful country." Pastore walked up from behind him, looked at the dense number of recruits, and said, "You can recruit tens of thousands of good soldiers at will, but fortunately she is not close to Europe." ”

Macedo nodded: "Not only tens of thousands, if necessary, they can mobilize an army of four or five hundred thousand or even more." "But to the north of them there is another, more powerful barbarian that is wreaking havoc on their land." ”

"It also gives us a good job." Pastore laughed.

Macedo frowned, his voice dull, "I've been worried many times lately, and I don't know what the consequences will be if I'm here to help train the army of the Orientals. ”

"The consequences? What else is there besides silver ingots? ”

"Pastore, have you ever thought that once this Eastern Empire divides the victory or defeat with the northern barbarians, it is likely to seek greater benefits." Macedo was clearly not so optimistic, "If one day this army in front of us goes to war with Spain, what do you think we have a chance of winning?" ”

"Fifty percent?" Pastore glanced at him, "Okay, about thirty percent." But you must know that even without us, the young Vice-Chancellor would have found the right people to train his army.

"And we signed the contract, what's the use of wanting more? Just enjoy what you're paid for. ”

Macedo sighed helplessly, several of their mercenaries had signed a five-year contract with Zhu Linmiao, and if he didn't do it before then, he was afraid that he would be thrown into prison.

He then remembered that a Ming officer had told him yesterday that the Auxiliary King intended to increase his remuneration. He shook his head, as if to say to himself: "God willing, don't let Spain be at odds with this great power of the East." ”

Soon, the recruits were assembled, and Macedo was still only watching from afar but did not come forward, and the officers who had already been Ming began to lecture the recruits.

As the instructors trained in the Daming Royal Military Academy graduated one after another, he rarely interfered in the specific training work.

Maybe I won't be needed here tomorrow or the year after tomorrow, he muttered to himself.

At the same time, in the far suburbs of Jian'an, relying on the foundation of the original Jian'an and Health Battalion, another military academy is busy under construction.

The barracks and school grounds are ready-made, and a stone plaque of "Jian'an Bujun Academy" has been erected outside the camp, and a large number of people are digging simulated trenches and building drainage facilities.

Recently, the recruits who came from all over Fujing couldn't wait to start training outside the camp, and the chief instructor here was Xia Fuxian for the time being.

According to Zhu Linmiao's plan, the best soldiers will be trained in Longnan, and will mainly join the Dragon Guard Army in the future. And the graduates of Jian'an's military academy mainly joined the broken camp.

Of course, the flow of the two military schools is not fixed, and Long Weijun, an outstanding graduate from Jian'an, will not refuse.

In this way, the two military academies will be able to form a certain degree of healthy competition, so that the level of training and teaching can always be maintained at a high level.

……

Yang Tinglin's face turned dark, and the few pieces of paper he was holding in his hand were soaked with sweat, but he didn't realize it at all, but kept urging the sedan chair man to speed up.

When it was about to get dark, he finally saw the stone lion outside the gate of the Auxiliary Prince's Mansion, and his heart became more and more anxious.

Zhu Linmiao had just eaten supper and was reading the progress report on the construction of the Jian'an Bujun Academy, when he heard that the Ministry of Household Affairs Shangshu Yang Pavilion asked to see him.

Didn't Yang Tinglin go to southern Fujian? Yang Tinglin was puzzled, but he still ordered: "Please let him in." ”

When Yang Tinglin arrived in front of the palace study, he didn't come in, but only knelt down on the stone steps outside the door, his voice trembling slightly, "The lower official has the trust of His Royal Highness, and he asks for punishment......"