In the late Ming Dynasty, rising from the grassland

Chapter 61 Born Warrior

At the beginning, the Mongolian teenagers all got up early in the morning with great interest and followed the training.

But they didn't finish training all morning, and everyone started complaining and didn't want to practice anymore.

"We are here to follow the Khan, not to be punished by you Han people."

"We don't need training. Our Chahar warriors are all born warriors. Only you cowardly Han people need to do these useless trainings!"

"Correct!"

"Okay, since you said training is useless and we Han people are cowards, let's give it a try and see the results!"

Faced with these Mongolian teenagers who were noisy and unwilling to train anymore, Lin Rui didn't say much, just nodded lightly, and then selected ten veteran Han Chinese to come over.

"Ten against ten, they can only use sticks, you guys choose ten!"

"I go…"

"Tul, you can't beat me at all, let me go."

"Why should I let you go? Don't embarrass us Mongolians..."

The Mongolian teenagers immediately started quarreling, and they all wanted to go up and compete to show their prowess to the Han people and prove themselves at the same time.

Lin Rui ignored them and just watched them arguing. As a result, they started fighting among themselves. The seven tribes were divided into seven factions and fought into a pot of porridge. In the end, they did not decide on ten candidates, but one. I was so tired that I was sweating profusely, and the noise became more and more fierce.

"Look at what you are like. If this were on the battlefield and the enemy hadn't attacked yet, but you yourself had been beaten into a pot of porridge, would you still be able to win in the end?

How could you do such a simple thing like this?Now do you know why you Mongolians cannot defeat the Jurchens?Because you are not real soldiers at all. You only know how to fight bravely and have no discipline. Without a leader, you are just a mess. No matter how many people you have, you will only be defeated by the enemy one by one! "

"You, you, you...the ten of you, come out and compete!"

After Lin Rui finished teaching him a lesson, he randomly named ten people and ended their quarrel.

This was the first time someone told them the reason for their defeat to the Jurchens. Some of the Mongolian teenagers were thoughtful, while others looked disdainful.

As the ten selected Mongolian teenagers all picked up wooden sticks, under Lin Rui's order, the two sides immediately started fighting.

The ten Han people subconsciously divided into two groups, with five people in each team. When attacking, the five people would thrust the wooden stick forward together or smash it down together, cooperating with each other.

The ten Mongolians were carrying wooden sticks and beating and charging, not caring about their companions around them.

If it were the Han Chinese who had just joined, they might have been defeated when faced with these ten Mongolian teenagers who fought fiercely and randomly, but the ones selected by Lin Rui were all old men who had fought several battles and trained for more than half a year.

No matter their physical strength or reaction, they are not inferior to these Mongolian teenagers, and their cooperation with each other is also very tacit.

So after only fighting for a while, ten Mongolian teenagers were beaten until they were lying on the ground unable to get up, while only four Han people fell.

"it is good!"

The more than 1000 Han people watching the battle naturally cheered loudly.

Although the Mongolian teenagers did not speak, their faces still showed dissatisfaction.

Lin Rui waved his hand and ordered people to carry the injured ones off. Then he looked at the Mongolian teenagers and said, "Did you see it? This is the difference between training and not training." "This is not fair, we are all warriors on horseback. , when it comes to horseback riding and archery, you can’t beat us at all.”

"Yes, it's better than riding a horse to kill, and it's better than riding a horse to shoot an arrow!"

Obviously these Mongolian teenagers are not stupid either, they all shouted.

"Yes, you have grown up on horses since you were young. Your riding and archery skills are indeed not comparable to those of us Han people, but can you guarantee that you will always be able to ride on a horse?
My training is not to make you dismount and fight in the future, but to make you understand the importance of discipline and how to cooperate with each other. Even if there is no leader, you will all know how to fight. "

Lin Rui naturally wouldn't use them as infantry. That would be putting the cart before the horse, so he just wanted to give them basic training so that they would no longer be like a piece of loose sand.

When the Mongolian teenagers heard that they would not be allowed to dismount and fight in the future, they were relieved and said nothing more.

They were not stupid, they knew that training would definitely be beneficial, otherwise the group of Han people would not train early and late every day. They were just worried that Lin Rui would make them kill like those Han people in the future, so they resisted.

"Only when you know how to cooperate in fighting and understand the meaning of military orders, when you face the Jurchen cavalry in the future, can you defeat them and restore the glory of your Chahar tribe. By then, you will surely become the most heroic warriors on this grassland. Each of you will become a clan leader, own countless women, cattle and sheep, and own large tracts of pasture!"

Lin Rui knew that it was not enough to have enthusiasm alone. The enthusiasm would eventually cool down as he grew older, so he began to paint a pie for them again.

"Master Lin, is what you said true?"

Sure enough, these Mongolian teenagers heard that they could become clan leaders in the future and have their own tribal pastures, women, cattle and sheep, and their breathing became rapid.

Obviously, as long as they are nomads, no one can resist these temptations.

"Of course it's true. After a while, I will lead you to destroy the three Khalkha tribes in the north. By then, all their women and animals will belong to us!"

Lin Rui raised his fist and said loudly, there is another very important reason why these teenagers chose to follow Namu Zhong, and that is because they are not satisfied with the status quo.

They were eager to fight and plunder as much as their fathers did, but the Jurchens suppressed their wolf nature and did not allow tribes to annex each other.

Sure enough, these Mongolian teenagers immediately became energetic and did not complain during the afternoon training. However, after all the hard work, they were all relaxed and at ease. On the contrary, Lin Rui was so tired that his voice was almost hoarse.

Because these Mongolian teenagers couldn't even tell the basic difference between left and right, Lin Rui finally had to tie a rope to each person's left foot, which had some effect.

In addition to queue training, Lin Rui only let them practice riding horses and charging into the formation in groups, and rushing into the formation in batches. As for the rest, he did not interfere.

Because these Mongolian teenagers may not have the experience of the adult Mongolian warriors, but they are no less experienced in horseback slashing, horseback archery, and various superb horseback movements.

Seeing them running on horseback and firing arrows quickly and accurately hitting the target, the Han people on the side were stunned and envious.

But this kind of skill really cannot be trained in a year and a half, and Lin Rui was helpless about this.

"Han Jialang, originally I thought you wanted me to come forward to help, but I didn't expect you to actually overwhelm those young warriors."

Namuzhong stood on the wall and said with a smile, but she was slightly disappointed in her heart.

"Ha ha!"

Lin Rui just smiled. This was why he only recruited teenagers. If they were adult Mongolians, they probably wouldn't be so easy to obey.

(End of this chapter)