“I just noticed that operating these muskets can be broken down into thirty-nine simple actions. Even a rough man or a weak woman only needs about a month of training to master the use of these firearms.”
"Moreover, and more importantly, such a foreign rifle only weighs about ten pounds, making it very lightweight. Furthermore, these soldiers don't need to wear armor. They only need to carry a musket, some bullets, and some dry rations to fight continuously for a long time. After all, all they need to do is pull the trigger; how much effort does it take?"
"So, from this perspective, these modern armies trained with foreign guns can indeed easily defeat the feudal armies of the classical period," Lin Yang analyzed, following Shi A's line of thought.
Speaking of this, I couldn't help but smile, and it immediately reminded me of a joke from my past life.
The gist is that a certain party's army can easily launch a surprise attack covering dozens of miles in a single day and night, and then still have plenty of energy to fight another major battle, truly making it the strongest army in the world. Compared to the armies of ancient times that could only march twenty or thirty miles a day, they are far superior.
These words seem reasonable on the surface. Modern armies, even on foot, can easily march fifty or sixty li a day. This is many times better than the armies of ancient times that could only march twenty or thirty li a day.
However, upon closer comparison, it becomes clear that this kind of talk is complete nonsense. In ancient times, warfare was based on physical strength. Without physical strength, no matter how fast you run, you have no fighting power whatsoever.
Modern warfare (I mean modern, not contemporary) only requires pulling the trigger. How can the physical exertion required for these two types of warfare be the same?
"However, the weaknesses of these foreign guns are also quite obvious. You only need to fight them on rainy days or at night. At that time, it would be good if these so-called foreign guns could unleash half their power," Lin Yang said with a smile.
At that time, the guns were still only from the 19th century. Their performance was really not good, and they were also greatly affected by rain.
The actual effect is just so-so. The reason it seems so powerful is mainly due to daily practice.
(Ancient soldiers, due to food shortages, could not train daily. However, modern armies, even if they did not train daily, had a much higher intensity of training than ancient armies. The quality of their officers was also far superior. This is the fundamental reason for the strength of modern armies, and it cannot be explained by a simple matter of modern firearms.)
"Furthermore, a master of innate skill only needs to wear several layers of armor, including a robe, silk, an inner armor, and an outer iron armor. Once fully armored and wielding a sharp weapon, they are impervious to bullets. Once they break into a crowd, they are like a tiger entering the forest, unstoppable," Lin Yang continued.
Upon hearing this, Shi A glanced at the army on the training ground and nodded in agreement. With their pathetic cultivation levels, these people, armed with bayonets, were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter when facing fully armed Innate Realm experts on the battlefield.
Simply select a vanguard suicide squad, primarily composed of innate masters, with a dozen or even just three to five people per squad. This will easily annihilate these so-called modern armies. Of course, this is all predicated on the enemy not deploying any masters to hold you back.
"Moreover, in the early stages of martial arts, one might fear these firearms. But once one reaches the fourth-tier Celestial Being, what is there to fear? One can fly through the sky and burrow underground, burn mountains and boil seas at will—how could these mortals possibly withstand that?" Cai Yan said with a smile, looking at Shi A's gradually recovering complexion.
Cai Yan could understand Shi A's surprise. What if one day someone suddenly told Cai Yan that all her efforts over the past decade had been a joke?
Don't believe me? I'll prove it to you. Look, I only need to spend a few dozen taels of silver to buy a low-level magical artifact, and I can do everything you can do now. Faced with this situation, it's only natural to be surprised.
Seeing this, Lin Yang continued, "Moreover, in the cultivation of the physical body, one only needs the second stage of tendon refining to be unafraid of these bullets. At the third stage of bone refining, one can be unafraid of these cannonballs. As for immortal cultivators, even at the first stage, they can be easily defeated."
"It can only be said that one thing is the nemesis of another. These firearms are too effective against martial artists. It's as if they were made specifically to counter martial artists."
Even amidst a hail of bullets, or even future missiles and nuclear bombs, what difference would it make? They could only bully martial artists; against cultivators of immortality and Qi cultivation, they would be utterly useless.
A simple astral projection sends the soul directly into another dimension, making it impossible to harm the body! At most, it would only destroy the physical body. A Qi cultivator could simply become a ghost cultivator; what then?
Moreover, things like nuclear bombs, which are extremely harmful to the environment, would probably be immediately punished by heaven the moment they appeared in the immortal realm. As for the inventors, they would probably be humanely destroyed by the gods.
Taking a long breath, Shia finally regained his composure. Then, he said gratefully, "Thank you very much this time. I really didn't expect that my state of mind would suddenly fluctuate so much. Now, looking at it from another perspective, these muskets are just like that."
Seeing the change in the expressions of the three men, Zhu Jishi said smugly, "Master Tianxuan, are my two thousand soldiers worthy of your attention?"
"Based on these two thousand men, we can easily pull out an elite force of about twenty thousand men. After a few more battles, in a year or two, we can directly expand the army to two hundred thousand."
Whether it was Cai Yan's "Thirty-Six Forms of Dongxuanzi" or Shi A's Emperor's Sword Technique, Zhu Jishi felt that his worldview had been refreshed. Now, finally seeing Lin Yang suffer a setback (or so he thought), he naturally became smug.
Hmph, even you bunch of experts have your moments of dumbfoundedness. When that time comes, facing my muskets, cannons, and sheer numbers, even the Yue Family Army and the Qi Family Army would be utterly defeated.
Upon hearing this, Lin Yang said indifferently, "These soldiers look quite good, but that's all they look at. There are no military formations or signs of military aura manipulation. If you ask me, at most, I can only say that their basic skills are pretty good."
Then, seeing Zhu Jishi's surprised eyes, Lin Yang said in a tone that was sure to infuriate people, "However, considering your current situation, from a mortal's perspective, you're still considered qualified. After all, you know nothing about the true secrets of military strategy."
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Chapter Thirty-Nine: Your Excellency, why do you think we, the descendants of the Xia people, are called the Central Kingdom?
It's acceptable
That's all.
That's all.
The basics are passable.
Hearing Lin Yang's words, Zhu Jishi felt a headache coming on. This was too much! These two thousand elite soldiers were the foundation of Zhu Jishi's rebellion. Each one had been trained to the standards of an officer. Ostensibly training soldiers, they were actually training generals.
It's no exaggeration to say that two thousand qualified platoon leaders could handle the job. But in Lin Yang's words, it was nothing special, which was infuriating.
However, before Zhu Jishi could speak, the French officer, Old Pierre, couldn't hold back and directly mocked, "Is that so? Then let's have an exercise. Let's go head-to-head and let the facts speak for themselves." After saying that, Old Pierre led the left half of his men away.
"Alas, my lord, why do you think we, the descendants of the Xia people, are called the Central Kingdom? It's a pity that countless secret arts have been lost over the centuries. Now, we've allowed barbarians to surpass the Chinese. I wonder what Emperor Fu would think if he were alive or if the Yellow Emperor were reborn and saw this scene!" Lin Yang said with a pained and regretful expression.
After saying that, he led the remaining thousand people and Zheng Hong to the other side of the venue.
Although it was a drill, the entire area was several tens of miles in size.
Lin Yang's thousand men were all dressed in red. Old Peel's thousand men were all dressed in blue. Both sides used specially made bullets. Even if they were hit, there would be no injury or death. However, paint would be applied to the bullet wounds. According to the rules, anyone hit, regardless of where they were hit, would be considered dead.
Moreover, to ensure fairness, each side's army had one hundred Imperial Guards who kept a close watch on their situation.
At this moment, Zhu Jishi was sitting in a pavilion, leisurely drinking tea. After gulping down a large bowl of tea, Zhu Jishi smiled and said, "Strategist, who do you think will win?" As he spoke, he opened a folding fan and fanned himself in a rather flamboyant manner.
The pavilion was located on a small hill, and it wasn't very big, but at this moment, there were hundreds of Imperial Guards protecting it closely.
Moreover, inside the pavilion was a huge sand table. The terrain and topography of the surrounding area, even the course of the rivers, were clearly displayed on this sand table. As for the red and blue sides, they were represented by many small red and blue flags.
Seeing Zhu Datianzi's affected manner, Zuo Dajunshi thought to himself, "I just want to laugh." Then, after thinking for a moment, he said, "Well, both sides have a thousand men, all of whom were recruited from military academies. In terms of quality, they are about equal. Therefore, the outcome will be determined by their command skills."
“Old Pierre, this man was once Napoleon the Great’s personal guard in Europe. He has experienced countless battles and is extremely experienced. Theoretically speaking, he has a better chance of winning. However, Master Tianxuan is even more mysterious. Therefore, the outcome is hard to predict,” Zuo Zongtang said, shaking his head.
Before today, he would have certainly said that Old Peale had won. However, after witnessing the incredibly skillful Emperor's Sword Technique, Zuo Zongtang dared not make a hasty conclusion.
Upon hearing this, Zhu Jishi laughed loudly and said, "You, Zuo Zongtang, are truly cunning. You've said everything you could possibly say. It seems like you've said everything, but in reality, you've said nothing at all."