After riding his horse back to Ding's formation, Jin Xuan casually threw his riding bow to his followers.

"It's not just the Yi people who can ride and shoot, we Chinese can do it too, and even better!"

"Chinese people are the best at learning. As long as we want to do it, we will do it better than any other race!"

Jin Xuan's voice sounded a little low, but it was very penetrating. At least the servants in the front rows could hear it clearly, while the servants in the back could only listen to the narration of the companions in front.

"But what I want to tell you today is,"

"Mounted archery has become obsolete, now it is the world of firearms."

"Qi Shaobao once said that the key to using military force lies in eight words."

"Enough food and adequate wages, guns and guns to defeat your face, guns and guns to defeat your face, these four words refer to firearms!"

"So our Fifth Army Camp not only has to practice riding, archery, horse fighting, and infantry fighting, but we also have to practice firearms!"

The capital had fallen and the three major battalions of the capital camp had been wiped out, but Chongzhen decided to rebuild the new three major battalions.

The 2,700 dings under Jin Xuan were the seeds carefully selected by Chongzhen for the Fifth Army Camp, and the 1,000 Yiding were the seeds selected by Chongzhen for the 3,000 Battalion.

Only the Shenji Camp has not yet been found.

"No matter how brave a person is, he is still a body of flesh and blood. A body of flesh and blood can never stop the fire of guns and artillery. No matter how powerful you are in martial arts, you will still be beaten into a pulp by a shot from the Crouching Tiger Cannon."

"No matter how hard you ride and shoot, the lethality is not as good as that of a cannon."

Speaking of this meal, Jin Xuan motioned to his retinue to bring him a Rumi gun.

Load the powder, load the bullet, light the match, and then shoot at the target fifty paces away.
Chapter completed!