Jirgalang took the captured Rumi gun and played with it for a while, and then asked the surrendered Ming army soldiers to demonstrate it twice on the spot.

After the Ming army surrendered and left, Jirgalang asked: "What do you think of this gun?"

"It is indeed a powerful weapon for attacking tough enemies!" said Bolo.

"It's just that good, not as good as bows and arrows." Shuo Sai objected: "If they have the skills to shoot with guns, the Eight Banners soldiers can shoot three or four arrows to make the Ming army look like hedgehogs. What can they use to fight?"

"This is for infantry, not cavalry!" Bolo corrected.

"The same goes for infantry."

"Bullshit! The Ming army's infantrymen started killing people from a hundred steps away, and you're still holding a bow and arrow and calculating the distance!"

"The infantry's hard bow can also throw the ball a hundred steps away!"

"Do you think you are Hou Yi who shot down the sun? Shooting an arrow at the sun can still do damage! The hard bows of the infantry can indeed throw the arrow a hundred steps away, but beyond a hundred steps they have almost no lethality."

"Watch your fucking mouth!" Shuosai clenched his fists.

"I'm already very polite!" Bolo waved his arms and showed off his muscles.

Although Shuo Sai didn't have a bad temper, he was no pushover. Seeing Bolo showing off his muscles, he also showed off his own muscles, "Let's fight if you don't agree!"

"Hit me if you want!" Bolo turned around and was about to walk out.

"Stop!" Jirgalang said with a dark face, "This is the central army tent, a place for discussing military operations, not a place for you to play house!"

"Come here, take these two out and give each of them twenty military sticks!"

"Your Highness, please spare my life. I know I was wrong!" Bolo, who had been unconvinced and resentful a moment ago, begged for mercy immediately and acted flexibly.

Although Shuosai was somewhat unwilling to accept the blow, he lowered his head under the threat of the military stick.

"Considering that this is their first offense, Your Majesty, please forgive them!"

"We are facing a powerful enemy and this is the time to use people. I hope Your Highness will show some mercy!" Others helped to plead for mercy.

Jirgalang's anger subsided a little: "If you do it again, I will never let you off easily!"

The two men hurriedly thanked him, and the military tent became quiet again.

The cause of this quarrel seemed to be a disagreement, but in fact it was caused by Songshan's defeat.

Not only did they lose the battle, but they also suffered heavy casualties.

This made everyone feel like a heavy stone was pressing on their hearts.

We must find a way to move the stone, otherwise it will crush people over time.

As for the solution...it is to win a battle!

But before that, Jirgalang had to deal with the matter of the Rumi gun.

He picked up the Rumi gun again and said to everyone: "Our Qing Dynasty's horse archery is indeed very strong, but we cannot deny the advantages of this gun. I think since the Ming army has this kind of gun, the Eight Banners soldiers should also have it!"

"Your Highness is wise!" the generals said in unison.

Jirgalang threw the Rumi gun to Tunqi and said, "Send someone to Shengjing immediately and ask the emperor to allocate funds for its manufacture."

"Your Highness," Zu Zerun, leader of the Han army of the Zhenghuang Banner, suddenly said, "This gun may look simple, but it is quite difficult to copy! Moreover, the craftsmen of the Qing Dynasty are busy casting cannons, so they may not be able to copy the finished product in a short time! Even if they can copy it, the quantity will not be large!"

Zu Zerun is Zu Dashou's adopted son. He served in the army in Liaodong since he was a child and is quite familiar with weapons manufacturing.

His words are very convincing.

Jirgalang raised his head after a moment's silence: "We are at the frontline and only need to raise demands. Whether it can be imitated is the court's business. It is not our turn to worry about it!"

Jirgalang has his own little thoughts.

The effectiveness of the Rumi gun on the battlefield has been proven.

Now he asked the court for the Rumi gun.

If the imperial court gave it to him, he could use these Rumi guns to fight against the Ming army on the battlefield.

If he doesn't give it, he can blame it on this after his defeat.

Regardless of whether Fulin believed it or not, Jirgalang believed it anyway.

Zu Zerun was startled and apologized quickly: "Your Highness is wise, I was overthinking."

"But your words have reminded me," Jierhalang first partially affirmed Zu Zerun's words, then looked at Tunqi and said, "Write an official document to the court and send it along with the Rumi guns. The content of the document is that the front-line army urgently needs 3,000 Rumi guns, and ask the court to solve the problem as soon as possible."

"Yes." Tunqi took note seriously.

"Okay," Jirgalang turned his attention back to Mandahai. He pointed at Songshan City, Nanshan, and Jinzhou on the map and said, "Prince Li, how do you think we should fight the next battle?"

Man Dahai took a deep breath, pointed at the map and said: "Lure the enemy deep into our territory, defend Nanshan to the death, tie down the main force, and annihilate them in one fell swoop!"

"Oh?" Jierhalang was overjoyed. He personally poured a cup of tea for Man Dahai and said, "Tell me in detail."

"If the Ming army wants to attack Jinzhou, they must first attack Nanshan! Although the terrain of Nanshan is not very high, it is still a mountain after all. We should concentrate our forces in Nanshan to fight against the Ming army."

"Once the Ming army determines that our main force is in Nanshan, divide the troops immediately! Only keep 30,000 to 40,000 elite troops in Nanshan, and immediately transfer the rest of the troops to the western front around Nv'er River."

"Wait a minute," Jirgalang interrupted Mandahai, "Can thirty or forty thousand people stop the Ming army? You have to know that the Ming army that attacked Nanshan and the Ming army that attacked Songshan City are the same group of people. They have 60,000 people!"

"It should be possible! When the time comes, we can deploy all the red cannons on the mountain! I think with the help of 30,000 elite infantrymen and dozens of artillery pieces, we will have no problem defending for ten days or half a month." Man Dahai said.

Jirgalang thought for a while and said, "We'll discuss this later. Please continue."

Man Dahai drank the tea in his cup and said, "While dividing the troops, let the Korean soldiers carry the flags of the Eight Banners Army and cross the Xiaoling River to attack the Ming army on the eastern front."

"The combat effectiveness of the North Korean soldiers is really weak. It is really difficult to ask them to cross the river and launch an attack!" Jirgalang shook his head.

"It doesn't matter whether we can cross the river or not, as long as we can make the Ming army believe that they are our main force! Wang Yongji will not sit idly by!"

"This matter needs to be considered, go on!" Jirgalang frowned with a serious expression.

"At this time, the Ming army will think that our main force has been transferred to the eastern front. In order to ensure that the eastern front is safe, Wang Yongji will definitely transfer troops to support the eastern front!"

"Whether Wang Yongji draws troops from the western front or not, our army's strength on the western front is at least twice or even three times that of the Ming army on the western front!"

"Then we will rely on the superior military strength on the western front to annihilate the Ming army on the western front in one fell swoop!"

"After losing the western front, the Ming army attacking Nanshan has its flank wide open! Attacking from both sides, the Ming army will surely be defeated!"