"Very good, I want you to be a military judge under the Duke of Jingguo of Shandong, set out tomorrow and arrive at Shandong as fast as possible."

"Judge of the Military." Yang Lin was stunned. Of course, he had heard of military judges. As a general, no one would like the reason why military judges were responsible for military judges. After all, it was used to deal with his own people. Unexpectedly, one day he would become a military judge.

"What, is there any problem?"

"No." Even though he was unwilling to do so, Yang Lin did not have the courage to refuse in person. He figured it out and the military judge was dismissed. Anyway, as long as he arrived at the battlefield, the military judge could also go to the battlefield.

"By the way, in addition to your five hundred men, you will also take the team of mercenaries in Folangji. They will be responsible for the safety of Duke Yasukuni at that time." Wang Fu instructed.

"Yes, my husband obeys the order." Yang Lin replied,

There were 426 Portuguese hired by Tian Cheng in total. Except for twenty-five technicians and twenty-one from the army, the rest had various professions. Of course, these twenty-five technicians were arranged in the Military Weapon Bureau, and the other twenty-one army became instructors, and the other 380 were not available for the time being. So they simply asked them to train military technology with the Guards. Although these people were not from military backgrounds, they basically had a foundation for shooting. As long as the queue was trained well, they looked a bit strong.

This team of Portuguese mercenaries was originally intended to protect themselves when they escaped, but the plan did not change quickly. Wang Fu was no longer ready to run away. This team of Portuguese mercenaries could not use it. They could not let these people take high salaries and do nothing, and simply send them to the Shandong battlefield.

However, in order to increase the fighting enthusiasm of these mercenaries, Wang Fu would reward those mercenaries by offering a reward. Based on ten taels of silver for a Tartar head, the Eight Banners would only have hundreds of thousands of people. If they could spend millions of taels of silver to kill all the Qing army, it would be a good deal.

Yang Lin no longer rejects these Flangers as if they were on the boat. Whether from the perspective of shooting and cold weapon fighting, these Flangers performed very well, with accurate shooting and extremely powerful strength. Although there were only more than 300 people, Yang Lin believed that even if he encountered the same number of Manchu white armored soldiers, this team of Flangers had a great chance of winning.

The army always speaks by strength. Even if it is not large in number, Yang Lin will not dislike this strong army. He is even more looking forward to this battle with the Tartars in Shandong.

After listening to the emperor's orders, Yang Lin was thinking about whether he should take his leave. Wang Fu pondered for a moment and said, "This time you go to Shandong, I want you to pay special attention to two people, one is the general Tian Xiong and the other is the general Ma, and if you find that they have signs of surrendering to the enemy, take it down immediately. If the resistance is too fierce, I promise you to act cheaply?"

"Ah." Yang Lin's mouth suddenly opened and almost couldn't close. He actually had to deal with the two generals and could do things cheaply. Yang Lin was shocked for a while before he came to his senses: "I am the minister!"

Wang Fu nodded with satisfaction. Whether Tian Ma and the others would be rebellious was just guessing based on history and could not be accurate. Yang Lin could resist asking, at least he was not a slutty person, so he could feel a little relieved to hand over this matter to him.

"Your dear, by the way, I can take people to the Military Weapons Bureau to regain firearms."

"Yes, I respect the orders of my uncle, long live my emperor! Long live! Long live!"

After Yang Lin walked out of the palace, he was still a little confused. Why did he go to the Military Weapon Bureau to re-engage firearms? Didn’t his five hundred men have 300 muskets? Why did he still have to re-engage firearms?

"General." Several personal soldiers who came with Yang Lin could not help but shouted when they saw Yang Lin lowering their heads and pondering. They wanted to know what happened to the emperor summoning his generals, but they were not easy to ask.

Yang Lin came to his senses and thought about it so much, why don’t you just go to the Military Weapon Bureau for a walk? He turned his head and said, “Let’s go to the Military Weapon Bureau.”

When Yang Lin brought several people to the Military Weapon Bureau, someone was waiting at the door of the Military Weapon Bureau. A middle-aged man in his thirties smiled and said, "General Yang, please come with me."

Yang Lin resisted his curiosity and followed the middle-aged man into a hall. There were a row of neat wooden boxes piled up in the hall. The boxes were filled with wood and emitted the fragrance of trees. It was obviously not long ago.

"General Yang, all the firearms you want are here." The middle-aged man leading the way pointed at the box and said.

Yang Lin shone a glance at a soldier: "Open the box."

The personal soldier stepped forward and lifted the lid of the box, revealing four muskets wrapped in oil paper, lying side by side. Judging from the thickness of the box, there were about three rows. Yang Lin was a little disappointed. The number of muskets under his subordinates was enough, and he could not use them no matter how many.

"Mr. Yang, why not try the gun." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

Yang Lin was about to say no, but the middle-aged man looked like he had an indescribable pride. Yang Lin's heart moved. Could it be that the musket was strange? He picked up one casually and immediately found that the musket was unique. He did not find a place to set the mesh.

"General Yang, this is a flintlock rifle. So far, the entire military weapon bureau has only built one thousand pieces, all of which are here. The emperor ordered that all the guns be handed over to General Yang for use."

"Flintlock rifle, how do you use this?" Yang Lin looked at the gun and said a little at a loss.

"General Yang, you'll know just by trying it." The middle-aged man smiled and said, "General comes with me."

Yang Lin and others followed the middle-aged man outside the yard. The middle-aged man shouted backwards: "Get the bullet."

A young man held a cloth bag in both hands. The middle-aged man took out a round paper shell from the cloth bag. When Yang Lin was thinking about what the paper shell was, the middle-aged man had already put the paper shell in his mouth and bit it. The paper shell was bitten, revealing a pointed bullet, biting the pointed bullet with his mouth. He took off the paper shell with his left hand. The left part of the medicine powder was left. He carefully poured some of the medicine powder into the fire pool. After closing it again, the rest of the fire was poured into the barrel. The used paper shell was thrown on the ground. The young man just handed over another bag. The middle-aged man used his hands to form a mold, and inside it was a small piece of linen covered with grease. He spitted the pointed bullet in his mouth onto the linen, wrapped it casually, and stuffed it into the barrel. He poked it gently with a poke bar. The pointed bullet wrapped by the greased linen slides smoothly to the bottom of the barrel.
Chapter completed!