He knows internal guns ()

"Kill... Kill..."

The loud shouts of killing were spread from Yulin Village to outside the tall city wall with a lingering smell.

Yulin Village is not as big as Ziyun Village, nor as rich as Ruiyu Village. It is a typical military fortress and a stopping point in the middle of the Zhao family's business road.

On the road, teams of merchants were pulling camels, horses, and carts along the road. The huge shouts of killing did not make them feel scared.

On the contrary, the shocking sound of "killing" made people outside the city feel safe.

Inside the tall walls, there are low-quality but large-scale residences, and some spires are equipped with giant crossbows and stone throwers.

There are no Arab robbers who often tamper with trade routes or horse thieves who thieves.

What made the caravans in other places feel uncomfortable is that they do not accept access from outsiders. Even the Zhao family who moved in is isolated from the military camp.

All the Mamluk cavalry living in Yulin Village are trained. Mamluk, who is six to ten, and twenty, is trained here.

The adult Mamluk will become a member of their cavalry team based on the recruitment of the Caliph or the purchase of the lords and governors.

Those strong and smart children who were selected from childhood were trained to become members of the Zhao family's Yulinwei.

Unfortunately, the largest group of real Yulin Guards is only fifteen years old. And Muke is the best among these children.

However, this also makes people look forward to it. Five years later, a team of elite cavalry with thousands of people will be drawn here.

There are also some farmland outside the city, providing vegetables and meat to the Mamluk soldiers in the castle. There are also some businesses on both sides of the road, providing accommodation and guest food to passers-by.

This business was created by Zhao Fubo's father, and Zhuangzi was also built by him. Even Wei Zhen, who trained Mamluk, was appointed by him. This is why Wei Zhen likes to get close to Zhao Fubo.

As usual, there is nothing to choose from, and there is enough beef and mutton pilaf with rice. As for Zhao Fubo, he prefers to compete with the elite soldiers here to try his own skills.

Not to mention Zhao Fubo and Shu Yuer, they had a lot of fun in the teaching field, and his teacher was not idle.

With the help of two strong Mamluks, Martin climbed the city wall. At this moment, he was sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a black Gundula. If he had another feather fan, it would have a bit of a feather fan.

"The land is good. The Euphrates and the Tigris River merge here to the Arabian River into the sea. This land can be well irrigated. Unfortunately, the people here are really not very concerned about farming!"

Little John was not concerned about these things, but at this moment he held a bunch of purple-red grapes in his hand and ate them all the time. The grapes planted on the sandy land were not only big and sweet, but also delicious and juicy.

But for some reason, little John was very picky when he tasted it. It even made people feel that it was beyond the personality that a man should have.

When he peeled off the grape skin, his little finger would actually rise up. His fingers, which were too delicate in the sun, almost flashed with white light.

Although he was wearing a leather armor and had a scimitar under his ribs, he just looked graceful.

"Hey, Zhu..."

But before Old Martin could finish his speech, little John rolled Old Martin with his blue eyes.

To be honest, his blue eyes are very beautiful. If you need to add an adjective, you can use the word charm. It is probably because the eyes are so beautiful that they give people a feminine taste.

"Hey, have you forgotten our agreement?"

Old Martin smiled a little embarrassedly, and probably didn't want to spend more time on that agreement. He just made a sorry gesture and started his endless discussion.

"Ah, sorry. John, I tell you that the person who arranged this trade route was a very visionary person. The farthest was Ziyun Village and Yulin Village. According to what they said, Qifeng Village, where horses were raised, was here. This trade route not only protected the river bank, but also controlled the river. As for the distant Ruiyu Village, it was just a way out for retreat in advance just in case.

If you want to say something, Zhao Fubo is a talented person, but it’s a pity that this kid hasn’t yet learned it!”

Little John glanced at Old Martin again with disdain and spoke without any scruples. Anyway, they spoke English, so probably the two Mamluks on the side couldn't understand it.

"What's wrong with not being enlightened? I think he has a knight-like smell! Moreover, you have enlightened it, but no matter how I look, you can't beat four Mamluk cavalry!"

"Hey, you guys are so stinky... they're unreasonable. Let me, a disabled old man, go and beat four Mamluks..."

Old Man Martin felt that he was compromised. As a time traveler, he had knowledge in his head. Unfortunately, in this chaotic world, it seemed that his value was not as high as that of the staring boy.

But when he shouted and turned around, he was surprised to find that little John had already turned his back toward him and walked towards the churchyard.

"Oh, the crows in the world are really dark... Let's go, take me to the teaching ground, let me see what the Mamluk cavalry is so powerful that they are said to be the most powerful in the world!"

He murmured and urged the two Mamluks to push themselves out of the city.

The entire city was completely in line with the rules of the military camp, and there were people guarding all the heavily guarded doors.

Mamluks of different sizes wear different clothes and armor according to their youth and training levels.

The biggest ones are those adult Mamluks who may be sold for ages at any time. They are wearing chain mail and riding war horses, holding spears in their hands or long swords in their waists, and carrying bows and shields behind the horses.

According to records, the Mamluk cavalry is very proficient in bows, cavalry, swords and guns. The strict training and education based on Muslim canon rules have also made them become brave and brave warriors proficient in combat skills.

However, when Old Martin saw another team of younger Mamluks, his views on these cavalry changed.

This team of cavalry is similar to that of Muke, with similar figures, movements, and even their expressions. The difference is probably just the color of the hair or the level of combat skills.

Unlike other Mamluk cavalry, they were wearing armor made of thin iron sheets, layered like fish scales.

Even when they were operating in the military camp, they abide by strict road regulations, and the commands shouted by the leader's small official were completely Chinese. This made Martin a little strange, and he exclaimed softly.

"Hey, the Zhao family really has some origins. Look at the armor that should be the equipment of the Southern Song Dynasty's official army, how could it appear here?"

Although Zhao Fubo's surname is Zhao, the true identity of the Zhao family is still a mystery to Martin, and this mystery also involves Martin's future behavior.

If he could, he would be willing to return to the Southern Song Dynasty, which was stormy at this time.

Although he had no plans to become an emperor, teaching the skills in his head to more future generations is probably a way to strengthen the Chinese nation.

Just think about it, what else can he do, a twilight old man?

But now, when he saw the power of the Zhao family, some questions often arose in his heart.

What is the Zhao family planning to do? If it is just to survive, then the Zhao family is doing very well.

But the elite young cavalry in front of them, wearing Song cavalry armor, made it easy to see that their family's appetite was far more than these.

"Do they have any ideas about the Middle East? In the future, this is a chaotic place where the East and the West's forces, technology and economy collide! And their family is determined to develop here. Do I need to give them those overly advanced knowledge?"

With these questions in mind, he pondered hard in the wheelchairs that two Mamluks were pushing.

According to his ideas, he should keep his useful body and return to the Central Plains. The knowledge from the future should naturally be mastered by the people of the Central Plains.

As for what they use knowledge to do, he cannot control it, according to his age and body, he is afraid he cannot control it.

"good……"

His thoughts were interrupted by pure Chinese cheers and his eyes turned to the teaching ground.

Perhaps for the sake of easy observation or inspection, there is a square table like a cake near the schoolyard. At this moment, the people on the top of the table are watching the battle in the field.

As for the field, it was the Mixing Erlang surrounded by a circle of Mamluks - Zhao Fubo.

The black war horse was still wearing the cowhide armor, and the big gun in his hand was flying like a strange python.

Perhaps it was because Wei Zhen, the owner of Shulin Village, heard that he fought against four Mamluk cavalry alone, and then sent six Mamluk cavalry, including Muk.

They used swords, shields, shackles, iron spears, big axes, and maces respectively. At this moment, they were like a carousel lantern, and the heavy weapons in their hands kept greeting Zhao Fubo.

Zhao Fubo, who was surrounded in the middle, blocked the gun in his hand and fought against each other. Although the situation was not optimistic under the siege, the six Mamluks were not close to him at all.

"Is this kid good at the inner marksmanship of the Central Plains? Otherwise, how can one fight against six Mamluks? The origin of the Zhao family is really suspicious!"

Old Martin sitting in a wheelchair was also somewhat knowledgeable. From what I observed on the road these two days, Muke stood on the roof of the carriage and ended his "big gun stake" as soon as he was free, he guessed that Zhao Fubo was most likely aware of the internal shooting skills of the Central Plains.

If this is true, Martin cannot help but think of an extremely important person.

It’s a pity that the strong sun disturbed the old man Martin’s thoughts, he raised his head and looked at the sky and said.
Chapter completed!