Chapter 179

"Clear the bandits?"

Meng Hun thinks it's incredible. You know, these fallen bandits don't even bother to dispatch troops to rectify. They have become a scourge. Unexpectedly, their husband wants to do so, but... Where do they come from?

"Well, but you don't have to worry. Since I dare to toss this matter with this person in my hand, I am absolutely sure."

Jiang Pengji is not stupid. One of the bandits will be killed if she is not careful, and even all the people in her hand will be folded in. Since she dares to do so, she is naturally 100% sure. To put it bluntly, this person is very fussy and won't do business at a loss.

Meng Hun doesn't understand. What kind of cards does her little husband have that she is so confident that she dares to fight the bandits?

However, he soon knew why. Jiang Pengji took out a piece of bamboo paper folded into the size of a palm from her sleeve and handed it to him.

"If you look around, you may know why I dare to do this."

Meng Hun acted according to his words, looked the bamboo paper upside down, and finally found the right viewing angle.

Later, as Du Du, who was once Meng's, he almost threw out the bamboo paper in his hand in shock, but his reason still existed. He restrained his action and carefully folded the bamboo paper as it was. He looked cautious and considerate, just like a treasure.

Although it is only a drawing, it is indeed priceless for Meng hun!

"This, this picture..." Meng Hun is a martial artist with little culture. However, he also knows words. He has read some books more or less. He has been a county Lieutenant for so many years. His eyesight and insight are unmatched by ordinary martial artists.

At the beginning, he didn't understand what the picture was. However, when he carefully read the small words of those annotations, an extremely huge idea suddenly arose in his heart. His heart and liver trembled. At the same time, he felt that Jiang Pengji was relieved of him and felt more and more at ease.

He is no longer the former Mengjun lieutenant. His life has ups and downs. He happens to be at the lowest ebb, and even has the intention of death.

But the great husband was born alive. Who doesn't want to make contributions and keep his name in history?

Jiang Pengji's previous words also stepped on Meng Hun's inner weakness and itch.

He didn't have the dignity of others. He felt that he had changed from a lieutenant to a young boy's hand. He was overqualified or condescending.

Jiang Pengji bet that he can be trusted. Isn't he gambling that the other party can be loyal?

He has a broad mind and lofty sentiments. Even if he has no power and no power, he is a million times better than some dignitaries.

Who dares to be sure that the unknown boy will not be famous in Kyushu in the future?

Meng Hun's mood at this time completely fell on the drawing given by Jiang Pengji, which was the drawing of bow and crossbow that Xu Ke had seen before.

Xu Ke, a person who doesn't know much, can see its value, but Meng Hun, a martial artist with professional background, can't see it?

"This thing... Has been made?" He tried to suppress his excited voice so as not to lose face and lose face.

Jiang Pengji shook her head regretfully and said, "at present, the craftsmen are still making the bow and crossbow. Although the bow and crossbow is feasible, the required wood is more delicate and has insufficient toughness. It can't give full play to its original power, and the range is not as far as expected."

Meng Hun had some regrets, but he was not very disappointed.

"This crossbow is more than half the size of an ordinary bow and arrow, and its weight is light. It is extremely suitable for rapid combat." After Meng Hun understood the content of the design drawing, his heart became active, and he also understood why Jiang Pengji was so confident in suppressing bandits.

To train a soldier to be a marksman with a hundred hits, it not only requires a lot of time and energy, but also has high enough requirements for the training object. The eyesight, arm strength and the ability to judge the surrounding environment are indispensable.

If the painstaking training of taxi soldiers is injured on the battlefield, resulting in arm or vision problems, they will basically be useless.

Naturally, it also means that all the training costs paid before have been wasted.

However, if it is made into the bow and crossbow described in the drawing, even the most ordinary soldiers can cultivate each other into an existence comparable to the marksman without spending much energy, manpower and cost. Even if it is slightly inferior, it is not bad.

What's more, how many sharpshooters can do well now?

As long as there are these bows and crossbows, craftsmen can quickly cultivate many soldiers who are good at shooting!

And because it's light and easy to carry, you can carry it with you, take a few days of dry food and enough arrows, and shuttle through the dense forest.

Those bandits haven't been close yet. It's estimated that they have been shot into a sieve by bows and crossbows.

It's no wonder that Lang Jun was so confident that he didn't know how much it would cost if someone else went to pay off the bandits.

However, Meng Hun still doesn't understand one thing very well.

Bandits and bandits don't even bother to manage the government. It can even be said that they don't have the energy to manage. Why does their husband want to do so?

Facing this question, Jiang Pengji thought for a moment and said to him, "if you tell a lie, I will tell you that I am a living Bodhisattva, your husband. It is our duty to punish traitors and eliminate evil. But if you tell the truth... That must not be the case."

Meng Hun: "

"The truth is... It takes money to recruit soldiers and horses. Your husband, I'm so poor that I have no money. Where can I have so much spare money to buy more young men?" Jiang Pengji hissed. Meng Hun was calm on the surface, but she had an unspeakable subtlety in her heart. She added, "most of the people who fall into the grass as bandits are young people who can't live. Although these people have some problems, they can't kill everyone with a stick. They think they're not desirable. If you choose carefully, you can still pick out a few good seedlings."

Meng Hun: "

For this reason, he believed.

Jiang Pengji's joking expression suddenly turned serious again, "Another important reason is what I told you before. Let the bandits gather and have great power. I'm afraid their hearts will be disturbed when the people of Meng County in Cangzhou arrive here. Instead of waiting to face the bandits like locusts, it's better to seize the opportunity, divide them and break the interest relationship between each bandit stronghold."

Meng Hun's face was solemn and said, "your husband has great thoughts."

Jiang Pengji added, "but I have no money, and it's true."

Meng Hun: "

Feeling, why do you feel like you're on a stolen ship?

He scratched his head secretly. A little doubt flashed on the serious captain's face and was soon pressed down by him.

He has just joined the new Lord and needs to make some achievements to prove himself. How can he have such a big misunderstanding about his husband?

So Meng Hun pressed down this strange feeling.