A month later, the weather warmed up, spring arrived, and it was that time of year again...
Don't get me wrong, it's not the season in the animal kingdom, it's the season of slaughter.
Early that morning, the wicked man, under the bright warm sun, came alone to Zhushan to inspect the training progress of the new army.
The three newly added elite armies have now completed their selection process, with a total strength of 30,000, far exceeding the previous pitiful 3,000 of the Black Dragon Armored Army.
Times have changed. Now, with the Wushi Luo trade bringing back a large number of cattle, sheep, and warhorses to support them, the Qin state would not have the money to support such a large number of elite troops.
Upon arriving at Zhushan, Zhang Han was relentlessly tormenting these 'greenhorns.' It was fortunate that they were all elites selected from various regions; otherwise, they would have been tortured to death long ago.
To say that Zhang Han was somewhat psychologically disturbed is an understatement. Perhaps he had suffered greatly at the hands of a wicked husband in the past, and now he was tormenting these new recruits even more severely.
The training volume was at least double that when the evil man trained the Black Dragon Armor Army.
"Captain, our general has arrived." A soldier from the Black Dragon Armor Army quickly approached Zhang Han and reported.
Upon learning that the wicked husband had arrived, Zhang Han immediately turned and left, leaving the Xuanjia Army soldier to supervise the training for the time being.
A short while later.
"Haha, General, what brings you here today?" Zhang Han laughed and strode toward his wicked husband. These days, it's so hard to even see him; he's always busy with who knows what.
"You're pretty ruthless, kid!" The wicked man looked at the soldiers sweating profusely in the distance, his tone full of amusement.
Zhang Han scratched the back of his head, revealing a silly grin, and quickly changed the subject, "General, is there anything you need me to do today?"
The wicked man nodded, his smile fading as he asked, "Increase the training pace. Prepare to launch an attack on Wei and Han in May. A hundred training sessions are no match for a single battle."
Zhang Han was taken aback for a moment, then said dryly, "This...the soldiers are the elite troops from various regions, they are perfectly capable of going into battle, even now, but..."
"Just what?"
The wicked husband was speechless. He didn't know when this kid had started to learn that "hesitant to speak" act.
Zhang Han sighed, then pointed to the smelting workshop in the distance where clanging sounds were coming from, "At the current manufacturing speed, it is simply not enough to support the military equipment of 30,000 people."
The wicked husband was also deeply troubled by this. In an era where everything relied on human labor, the efficiency was extremely low. Even if the oxen and horses worked around the clock, the speed was still too slow.
"Go and summon Meng Tian."
Zhang Han immediately winked at the guards standing not far away.
A short while later, Meng Tian arrived, shirtless and drenched in sweat.
"Big brother, what brings you here? You should have given me a heads-up! Look at all this!" Meng Tian had a happy smile on his face. He had been having a very pleasant month or so.
Every day, he either trained with the soldiers or spent his time forging iron in the smelting room. He discovered that forging iron all day had unexpected benefits for his physical fitness, and he was almost becoming an iron-forging enthusiast.
If he were to face his former self now, he could probably knock him down with a single punch.
This kind of strength is all developed through blacksmithing!
The wicked man glanced at his disheveled appearance and laughed, "I sent you up the mountain to train, and you actually think you're a blacksmith?"
Although Meng Tian's muscles were now bulging and even his once somewhat childish face had become resolute, he was quite satisfied.
However, how could Meng Tian, who came from a family of generals, spend his days holed up forging iron?
If that old man Meng Ao finds out, wouldn't he lead a group to skin him alive?
Meng Tian didn't care at all, and wiped the sweat and soot off his face. "Brother, blacksmithing is a technical job. I used to think it was simple, but I found out there's a lot more to it than I thought when I tried it myself."
Once the topic came up, Meng Tian started talking non-stop, giving his wicked husband a lecture on blacksmithing techniques in a mystical and rambling way.
"Stop! Stop right now!"
The wicked man stopped his rambling and asked impatiently, "Just tell me, how many soldiers can be fully equipped with weapons in two months?"
Meng Tian stopped smiling, pinched his chin and pondered for a moment, then cautiously said, "At most ten thousand, the maximum is twelve thousand."
Perhaps worried about dissatisfaction, he explained, "There are currently 672 craftsmen, and they are already producing non-stop. This output is already the limit."
Qin has not yet swept across the six states, has not been able to recruit the famous artisans from Han, and has no Mohist school members in Han to help. With only these six hundred or so people, their efficiency is already quite high.
"Only six hundred or so?"
The wicked man felt powerless. Not only was the efficiency pitifully low, but there were also so few people.
Why not continue to recruit more staff?
Meng Tian shook his head repeatedly, "Military equipment is the foundation of a nation. Spies and agents from the six kingdoms are everywhere. Unless they are clean and controllable individuals, we dare not recruit them into Zhushan at will."
To put it bluntly, the simple blast furnace that the wicked husband created was not difficult at all, let alone smelting iron into military weapons.
In fact, if these things were given to South Korea, they could do even better and be more capable than the Qin state!
The evil man wholeheartedly agreed, saying that this thing was all about timing; it would become widespread sooner or later, but if someone equipped it well in advance, the advantage would be terrifying.
"Fine, ten thousand it is then."
The wicked man sighed and said solemnly, "Zhang Han and Meng Tian, in two months, bring out ten thousand elite soldiers and generals. I want to take them out to do something."
The two exchanged a glance, understanding that the wicked husband was planning to use the blitzkrieg tactic again, and quickly nodded solemnly in agreement.
"Alright, you guys get back to work, I'm leaving now."
"We'll decide on the designation in two months."
Having said that, the wicked man turned and left on his own.
......
Royal Palace, Zhangtai Palace.
"Report—!"
"Your Majesty, urgent news from the border: the Xiongnu, Yuezhi, and Donghu have joined forces to attack the Quanrong, and seventeen Quanrong tribes were captured seven days ago."
"The Quanrong royal court was utterly annihilated; all the princes and nobles were killed."
The imperial guards were slightly out of breath, but a cheerful smile was on their faces.
His ancestors died at the hands of the Quanrong people, and he was deeply excited about the destruction of the Quanrong and the dogfighting among the nomadic dogs on the grasslands.
"oh?"
Ying Zheng was stunned. Although there were many frictions between these foreign tribes, they also had some history with each other and rarely went to war to kill each other.
Why did they suddenly unite to ruthlessly kill the Quanrong?
"not good!"
Suddenly, Ying Zheng's expression changed drastically. With the Quanrong wiped out, who should Qin do business with?
Thinking of this, he immediately shouted, "Someone, quickly summon the Commandant of the Guards, the Minister of Justice, and others to the palace for a meeting."
The young eunuch who was attending to him today dared not delay and hurriedly ran away.
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