"Don't be so depressed." After the vernacular was dry, Li Chengqian found that the more he talked about the old goods, the more he lost his temper, and the last one of them all drooped their heads and drew circles there, and they didn't know if they were cursing him.

"Cheng Qian, according to what you say, I'm afraid we won't be able to catch up in this life!" The eldest grandson Wuji sighed and said dejectedly.

"Yes, more than a hundred years, I don't know if the old man's grandson is still alive."

"Alas, learn to shoot a gun, make it the same as taking the top exam, if you really want to do this, why don't you all go to the top exam? Who still goes to be an artilleryman. ”

The old goods were aroused by the eldest grandson Wuji's 'sad things', and they sat in their positions one by one sighing and complaining, constantly spitting bitter water.

Li Chengqian was made to laugh and cry by the performance of a group of old goods, knocked on the table and said: "Uncles, don't be discouraged, think about it, what was the style of the armor of the Tang Dynasty in the first year of Zhenguan?" How much is the annual output? Look at the present, what is the annual output of my Datang armor? The times are advancing, no one knows what it will be like in a few years, maybe five years later, Datang can cast thousands of cannons in a year, right? ”

"Boy, it's easy to say, even if there is a cannon, it's not the same without soldiers." Cheng Yanjin rolled his eyes and said depressedly.

"If we don't have soldiers, we can train them, and we can set up a professional artillery school to train talents in this area. And you think about it, the output of 500 Zhenguan cannons in three years is 1,000 cannons in six years, and when any guard goes out on the expedition, bring 1,000 Zhenguan cannons, and think about the situation when the artillery burns the city......"

"Stop! Let's talk about why the cannon was given to the military department. Wei Chigong waved his hand, obviously he had not recovered from the entanglement just now, and he was still thinking about the artillery that should have belonged to him.

"Alas, Uncle Wei Chi, think about it, if the Zhenguan cannon is assigned to each guard, even if you don't talk about the training of the gunners, how many people will be needed for maintenance and maintenance alone? How many people are needed for transportation? How many resources do I need to train on a regular basis? Li Chengqian didn't have any good way to deal with Wei Chigong's brainlessness, so he could only break the problem up and explain it to him.

"As I just said, if an independent artillery unit is formed, then we can form an army in six years and form combat effectiveness, and a thousand Zhenguan cannons are enough to determine the outcome of a battle. And if these cannons are divided, then there are only dozens of guards in one guard, how do you use such a few guns? ”

"And the independent system can be trained in a unified manner to ensure combat effectiveness, and the combat effectiveness is many times stronger after the score is different from each guard, right?"

"The other is transportation, those Zhenguan cannons are dead and heavy, does Uncle Wei Chi want to get another special transport team in the right military guard? It would take a lot of people. ”

Li Chengqian's mouth was dry, and the corners of his mouth foamed, which finally made the old lieutenant Chi Yuyu's mouth go to his mouth, but it seemed that he was still unwilling.

Helpless, Li Chengqian could only continue: "The cannon is used in a centralized manner, and before the battle, the three rounds of the fire were lined up to destroy the enemy's morale and disperse the people's hearts." Then the GI rushed up and cut him. ”

"When attacking the city, thousands of cannons fired in unison, and the flames burned the city, what a spectacular scene was, and how could that scene be achieved with only a few dozen cannons."

Influenced by some military concepts of later generations, Li Chengqian was also a staunch supporter of artillery doctrine, and if possible, he would like to build thousands of 107-mm 24-barrel rocket launchers in Datang.

That thing was placed in the Tang Dynasty, and in the face of the infantry lined up in a dense formation, it was completely possible to replace its original name with a map cannon. If you come to a covering shot, you can't hold the feeling of peeing even if you think about it! I'm so excited!

"Ten thousand cannons? Just now you said that there are only 1,000 cannons and 10,000 cannons in six years, do you think the old man can live for another 60 years? Lao Duan complained depressedly, but a hint of expectation flashed in his eyes.

As a result, Cheng Laoxiang snorted on the side: "Mao's sixty years, if it's really like what this kid said, then what else does we have to do with the war, pull the cannon over and bombard it for a while, there is no hair on the other side, and we still have a fart battle." ”

"That's right! This thing is good, but after being bombarded by this thing, what else is going on with us? You don't even have to take prisoners, do you? ”

"No, no, those turtles are dead, you don't know after so many years of fighting? This person is very durable, no matter how ruthless you are, there will still be people alive in the end, don't worry! ”

"What's the heart, the rest are missing arms and legs, what are you doing when you catch them? Do you keep it? ”

"You can send it to the farm, build more farms, let them work, in other words, the people have been rich in recent years, and the meat on the farm outside us is getting less and less to sell."

……

I don't know how these veterans' brains grow, how they can talk from cannon to pork, Li Chengqian stroked his forehead with his hand with a headache, and began to experience the pain of the old man, these old bastards are all very strange, and their brains are big enough, and the leap of this thinking is not small.

In the past, Li Chengqian thought that he could jump well enough, but now he finds that if this group of old people get together, they will definitely be bigger than him.

"Okay, do you have any other opinions? If not......" Li Chengqian glanced at the old eunuch Fang, who had not spoken: "If there is no other opinion, let the old man read out his father's edict, and our first artillery unit of the Tang Dynasty will be considered established from today." ”

"There is no opinion, but how to choose this soldier? How do you arrange the officer? After looking at each other a few times, the veterans unified their thinking and believed that independent artillery did have certain advantages, but it became a difficult problem when it came to the selection of artillery.

"What's so difficult about this, anyway, it will take a few years for the cannon to be built, you can first select in your own army, select people and then train them in a unified manner, and finally take the exam, those who pass will stay, and those who fail will go back, fair and just, how about it?" The most important thing has been resolved, and Li Chengqian doesn't care much about personnel arrangements, anyway, in the Tang Dynasty, artillery is only an auxiliary branch, and in the end, he still has to obey the command of the infantry general.

"No problem, that's it." The veterans looked at each other defiantly and nodded in unison.

Although the artillery is subordinate to the military department, it is still under the command of the generals from all walks of life in wartime, and based on this, the veterans have begun to make their own small calculations, hoping that the subordinates selected by their subordinates can control this artillery unit.

At that time, even if the artillery is subordinate to the military department, it will be almost the same as the soldiers under him.

However, the old goods didn't see that after a certain unscrupulous prince nodded his head, the corners of his mouth pulled out a trace of a smile.

As the saying goes: if you are disrespectful to an official, sooner or later you will be sick.

Seeing that the prince is disrespectful, what will it be sooner or later?

How can a person with the nickname of 'Gazette Must Return' have no temper at all after being scolded by the old goods for a long time?

(End of chapter)