Taiwan Benzene Port

Sergeants were everywhere on a wide school ground. Although the weather was still very cold, they were still meticulously doing various trainings according to the command under the command of officers at all levels.

On the west side, there was a rumbling sound of muskets, and from time to time, waves of white smoke floated over there.

Cao Wenzhao, dressed in military uniform, stood not far from the shooting range and watched rows of soldiers shooting in neat formations and fire at the targets. The targets raised were beaten to the ground, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

He turned his head to his nephew Cao Bianjiao, who was behind him and said, "Bianjiao, you have trained the team well these days, but it's already quite right."

Cao Bianjiao, who stood behind him, was also quite content: "Uncle, my nephew has spent a lot of effort on this team. In the past two months, I have given nearly 100,000 shots of sperm alone. If I can't train my nephew, I will have no shame to see you."

"You are not ashamed to see me, you are not ashamed to see the Marquis."

Cao Wenzhao glanced at him lightly.

"You should know how much silver the Marquis has invested in our team these days. Whether it is your thousand cavalry or the five thousand infantry under my command, the medicine and food consumed every day is a huge expense.

Not to mention the firearms, armor and other supplies they equipped with. If it were Liaodong, would such treatment be affordable?"

Cao Bianjiao shook his head with a wry smile.

Before coming to Fujian, although he and his uncle Cao Wenzhao were also in Liaodong, they had never dealt with the Jiangning Army because their garrison was remote, but they had long admired the Jiangning Army's name.

Before contacting the Jiangning Army, Cao Bianjiao believed that even if the Jiangning Army could fight, it would have a limit. Even if it could defeat the Qing Tartars, it would only rely on the benefits of firearms and weapons.

However, after coming to Fujian and personally joining the Jiangning Army, Cao Bianjiao realized that the strength of the Jiangning Army was not just equipment, but was reflected in many aspects. The most important thing was that the Jiangning Army was a unit with strict training and fair promotion system.

To give the simplest example, in other armies of the Ming army, almost all the promotions of soldiers and officers of the troops were decided by the chief officer. As long as the chief officer valued you, it would not be uncommon to be promoted three levels overnight.

However, this kind of thing doesn't work in the Jiangning Army. In the Jiangning Army, there are only two ways to be promoted, whether it is an officer or an ordinary soldier. Either they have enough military achievements or pass the assessment, and there is no other way.

In Cao Bianjiao's view, this is also one of the reasons why the Jiangning Army can maintain strong combat effectiveness and high morale. After all, when food and salary are sufficient, soldiers and officers can still see hope for promotion, so it is difficult for this army to be strong without being motivated.

After looking around, Cao Bianjiao asked quietly: "Uncle, I heard that the Marquis intends to march into Nanyang. Do you think we have a share?"

"What do you ask about this?"

Cao Wenzhao glared at his nephew.

"As generals, we can do our own jobs. As for whether to march to Nanyang, that is what the court and the marquis are considering. Why do you, a guerrilla general, think so much?"

Although Cao Bianjiao looked majestic, he was the one who was raised by Cao Wenzhao since childhood and was most afraid of this uncle. After being scolded, he shrank his neck and stopped talking.

However, Cao Wenzhao felt sorry for the nephew who had been raised since childhood. After scolding, he whispered: "What do you know? It's a big deal to enter Nanyang. How could he make such a easy decision? Anyone would have thought it carefully.

Don’t forget, the first, second, and third battalions, these people are old people who started their careers with the Marquis. They have not expressed their opinions yet. If we act too anxiously, what will others think?"

After Cao Wenzhao said this, Cao Bianjiao woke up.

After all, he has been in Junwuli for so many years, so he naturally has some things. Since ancient times, there has always been a tradition of placing and evaluating talents in the army. Although the Jiangning Army has not been established for a long time, it now has a faint shadow in this area.

As a newcomer, the Cao family’s uncle and nephew were valued by Yang Feng when they first arrived. This is already very noticeable. If they don’t know how to restrain themselves, they will easily cause dissatisfaction, which is not a good thing for them.

Thinking of this, Cao Bianjiao couldn't help but say admiringly: "It's still my uncle who is calm and experienced, but my nephew is not as good as that."

Cao Wenzhao waved his hand: "What's this? It's just a matter of experience. But you have to remember that the most important thing now is to take the troops well as soon as possible, otherwise if you go to the battlefield in the future, all of them will become soft-legged shrimps. If the Marquis doesn't cure you, I will not be able to spare you first."

Cao Bianjiao bowed and said, "Don't worry, uncle, if you don't practice them, your nephew will never give up."

"Well, that's good."

Cao Wenzhao wanted to say something, but he saw a soldier hurriedly running in front of them, stopped in front of them, saluted and shouted: "Report to General, the Marquis is here."

“What…where?”

"It's in your big tent." The sergeant said quickly: "The Marquis told the villain to let you and General Cao go there quickly."

"Then what are you waiting for... Go away quickly!"

When the two hurried to Cao Wenzhao's tent, they saw Yang Feng looking at the map of Nanyang hanging in the tent with his hands behind his back. Cao Wenzhao's uncle and nephew quickly bowed and said loudly.

"Cao Wenzhao (Cao Bianjiao) meets the Marquis!"

Yang Feng turned around and said to the two: "The two generals don't have to be too polite."

"Thank you, Marquis!"

"Come on... sit down."

After the two of them sat down, Yang Feng looked at them carefully for a while before laughing: "Two Generals Cao, this marquis is here in a hurry, so he did not notify you. I hope you don't feel surprised."

"How dare you be a humble position?"

"Okay, let's get back to the point."

Yang Feng's style has always been very straightforward and soon got to the point. He first looked at the two of them and asked.

"Two generals, how did your fifth battalion change and training go on?"

Cao Wenzhao said: "It's great for the Marquis to learn that the training of the fifth camp has been initially completed. As long as you give the order, the fifth camp can go into battle and kill the enemy!"

"The same is true for the humble position. The humble cavalry brigade has been waiting for your orders for a long time!" Cao Bianjiao said without showing any weakness.

"That's good!"

Yang Feng laughed and looked at the two most famous brave generals in another time and space, and he felt very relieved.

"Since the two generals are so confident, then I will have a mission to hand it over to you next."

Cao Wenzhao and Cao Bianjiao looked at each other, and were overjoyed, and said in unison: "Please give me the order!"

Yang Feng pondered for a moment, stood up and pointed to a place on the map and said, "Now Taiwan has basically fallen into the hands of my Ming Dynasty. Our next goal is Nanyang. From today on, you must be prepared. In half a month, you will take this place for this marquis together with the Fujian Navy."
Chapter completed!