"Exterminate the bandits?"
Meng Hun found it hard to believe. Even the government didn't bother to send troops to deal with the bandits, which made them a scourge. He didn't expect his Langjun would want to do that, but … where would she get the manpower?
"Yes, but you don't have to worry. Since I dared to use the few people I have to deal with this matter, I naturally have absolute confidence."
Jiang Pengji was not stupid. If she was not careful, she would lose her life. She might even lose all the people in her hands. Since she dared to do it, she naturally had a hundred percent confidence. To put it bluntly, she was very calculative and would not do a losing business.
Meng Hun didn't understand what kind of trump card his Langjun had. How could she be so confident that she dared to confront the bandits?
However, he soon found out why. Jiang Pengji took out a piece of bamboo paper that was folded into the size of a palm and handed it to him.
"Unfold it and you'll know why I dare to do it."
Meng Hun did as he was told. He turned the bamboo paper over and over and finally found the right angle.
Then, as the former commandant of the Meng Family, he was so shocked that he almost threw away the bamboo paper in his hand. However, he was still rational and restrained himself. He carefully folded the bamboo paper according to its original shape. That cautious and considerate look was as if he was handling a precious treasure.
Although it was just a drawing, it was priceless to Meng Hun!
"This … this drawing …" Meng Hun was a warrior without much education, but he was literate and had read some books. He had been the Commandant of the County for so many years, so his eyes and knowledge were far better than those of ordinary warriors.
At first, he didn't understand what the picture was. However, when he carefully read the small annotations, a huge idea suddenly arose in his mind. His heart trembled. At the same time, he felt deeply that Jiang Pengji trusted him. He felt more and more at ease.
He was no longer the Commandant of Meng County. Life was full of ups and downs, and he was at the lowest point of his life. He even wanted to die.
But as a man, who didn't want to make a name for himself and leave his name in history?
Jiang Pengji's words hit the soft spot in Meng Hun's heart.
He didn't have the loftiness of the others. He didn't feel that it was a waste of talent or a waste of talent for him to go from a commandant to a young child's subordinate.
Jiang Pengji bet that he could be trusted. Wasn't he also betting that she could be loyal to him?
He was broad-minded and full of lofty sentiments. Based on this alone, even if he had no power or influence, he was still a million times better than some nobles.
Who could be sure that this unknown kid wouldn't become famous in the Nine States in the future?
Meng Hun's mind was completely focused on the drawing Jiang Pengji had given him. It was the crossbow drawing he had shown Xu Ke before.
Even Xu Ke, who didn't know much about it, could see its value. How could Meng Hun, a professional martial artist, not see it?
"This thing … has already been made?" He tried hard to suppress his excited voice, so as not to embarrass himself.
Jiang Pengji shook her head regretfully and said, "Currently, the craftsmen are still rushing to make the crossbow. Although the crossbow is feasible, the wood required is relatively delicate. If it's not tough enough, it won't be able to unleash its original power, and the shooting range won't be as far as expected."
Meng Hun felt a little regretful, but he wasn't too disappointed.
"This crossbow is half the size of a normal bow, and it's light and portable. It's very suitable for rapid combat." After Meng Hun understood the contents of the drawing, he was excited. He also understood why Jiang Pengji was so confident in suppressing the bandits.
Training a soldier into a sharpshooter with a hundred percent accuracy not only required a lot of time and energy, but it also had high requirements for the trainee. Eyesight, arm strength, and the ability to judge the surrounding environment were all indispensable.
If the painstakingly trained soldier was injured on the battlefield, resulting in a problem with his arm or vision, the soldier would basically be useless.
Naturally, it meant that the cost of training the soldier would be wasted.
However, if the crossbows described in the blueprints were made, even the most ordinary soldiers would only need a little bit of training. It wouldn't take much effort, manpower, or cost to train them into existences comparable to godly archers. Even if they were slightly inferior, they wouldn't be too bad.
Moreover, how many sharpshooters were there today who could shoot with such accuracy?
As long as they had the crossbows, they could quickly train as many soldiers who were good at shooting as the craftsmen could make them!
Because it was light and easy to carry, they could carry it on their back. They could carry a few days' worth of food and enough arrows to travel through the dense forest.
Those bandits would have been shot full of holes by the crossbow before they could even get close to them.
It was no wonder that his Langjun was so confident. If it were someone else, they would have to pay a huge price to eliminate the bandits.
However, there was one thing that Meng Hun didn't quite understand.
Even the government didn't care about the bandits. It could even be said that they didn't have the energy to deal with them. Why did his Langjun want to do that?
Faced with this question, Jiang Pengji thought about it and said to him, "If I'm lying, I'll tell you that I'm a living Bodhisattva. It's my duty to punish the evil. But if I'm telling the truth … it's definitely not like that. "
Meng Hun was speechless.
"The truth is … you need money to recruit soldiers and buy horses. I'm so poor that I don't even have money in my pocket. How can I afford to buy young strong men?" Jiang Pengji snorted. Meng Hun looked calm on the surface, but there was an indescribable subtle feeling in his heart. She continued, "Most of the bandits are young people who can't make a living anymore. Although there are some problems with them, we can't say that all of them are undesirable. If we choose carefully, we can still pick out some good seedlings. "
Meng Hun was speechless.
He believed that reason.
Jiang Pengji's joking expression suddenly turned serious. "As for the other reason, it's what I've told you before. If we let the bandits gather and their power grow, I'm afraid that they will be restless when the news of the chaos in Meng County in Cang Prefecture reaches here. Instead of waiting to face the bandits that are like locusts, it's better to seize the opportunity to divide them and break the relationship between the bandits. "
Meng Hun looked serious and said, "Langjun, you're far-sighted."
Jiang Pengji added, "But it's true that I don't have money."
Meng Hun was speechless.
Why did he feel like he had boarded a pirate ship?
He secretly scratched his head. Some doubts flashed across the serious face of the County Military Chief, but he quickly suppressed them.
He had just joined his new master and needed to do something to prove himself. How could he have such a big misunderstanding about his Langjun?
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