It's not just about defeating the enemy, but also about inflicting deep pain on them, making them feel the pain to the very core. That's what Zhu Xiong Ying expected from this great battle.
In fact, Zhu Xiong Ying originally wanted to suggest capturing more prisoners, since the Ming Dynasty was short of laborers. However, after thinking about it, he decided against it. If he did, his soldiers would become hesitant and restrained, which was not something a commander should do. He couldn't let his soldiers feel restricted before the war even began.
Zhu Xiong Ying looked at Feng Sheng and said with a smile, "This time, I brought two thousand muskets, which can be handed over to the Duke for disposal. These muskets can reach two hundred and fifty paces and can fire ten percent more than ordinary muskets."
Feng Sheng's expression brightened with joy, mainly because these seemingly small improvements were enough to bring tremendous help on the battlefield. The arrival of these muskets was indeed a pleasant surprise, a timely boon.
Zhu Xiong Ying simply smiled and remained silent. Originally, this batch of muskets was intended for great use, to be distributed to the border troops of the Nine Garrisons. However, it now seemed that Zhu Xiong Ying needed to prioritize, and that it would be more appropriate to equip these muskets to the Busan Guard.
Of course, these two thousand muskets were not all; Zhu Xiong Ying also brought a considerable number of 1,000 Shenji Battalion muskets, each equipped with a musket. Moreover, the Shenji Battalion's muskets were divided into light and heavy muskets, and their power was naturally extraordinary.
The Shenji Battalion still needs a good rest. Although they are the Imperial Guard and arguably the strongest fighting force in the Ming Dynasty, some things cannot be overcome simply by being the strongest. After drifting at sea for so long, they are naturally starting to feel the strain and need some time to adjust.
When everyone else had left, Chang Sen was kept behind by Zhu Xiong Ying. "Third Uncle, this time you will return to Beiping by ship. After reporting your safety to your maternal grandmother, go to Yingtian Prefecture to meet the Emperor."
Chang Sen's expression turned bitter, and he stammered, "Your Highness, the enemy army is attacking. This is the time for men to make their mark. If I leave now, I'm afraid I'll have no face to face my comrades in the army again!"
This is clearly an excuse. Chang Sen doesn't usually use his brain much, but that doesn't mean he's stupid. It seems the Crown Prince might have acted first and reported later. Going to see the Emperor at this time would inevitably incur His Majesty's wrath, which would be a very bad deal.
Zhu Xiong Ying laughed and didn't hide anything, "If anyone else were to go see the Emperor, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to handle it. It's more suitable for Third Uncle to go. Third Uncle will set off tomorrow and take the family letters with him. He's been writing quite a few family letters out of boredom these days, so you can take them with you."
Some blame really shouldn't be placed on outsiders. Zhu Xiong Ying didn't think he was setting his uncle up; these things weren't a big deal, and there was no need to worry about his third uncle being unable to explain himself back in Yingtian Prefecture. Besides, Zhu Xiong Ying knew that his three uncles were all tough guys, and this little incident was nothing to worry about.
This was considered a pleasant decision, and Zhu Xiong Ying was quite satisfied. He knew that maintaining this pace and rhythm was sufficient. Most importantly, given his special status, he sometimes didn't need to consider things like being courteous to others or being overly concerned with their feelings.
This was probably the ultimate power; after all, in such a feudal era, imperial power was supreme. Even Chang Sen, Zhu Xiong Ying's maternal uncle, dared not say anything at this moment, and simply could not say anything.
Zhu Xiong Ying had a good rest, and he felt that he could finally get a good night's sleep. Even though he was young and strong, Zhu Xiong Ying felt that the running around during this period was somewhat exhausting, and he needed some time to recuperate.
Zhu Xiong Ying didn't need to worry about other things. For example, the storage of supplies that came with the ship, the distribution of military equipment, or the settlement of the Shenji Battalion soldiers. Zhu Xiong Ying didn't need to do everything himself; others could handle these matters in an orderly manner.
Normally, some might go and drink the soldiers' blood or something, but at this moment, no one dares to cause any trouble. The Crown Prince is here, and everyone is eager to perform well. Fighting on the battlefield is military merit, but if some comrades go too far, even comradeship can become a stepping stone to promotion!
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