Chapter 407: Building the King's Army

When Xie Jin brought the two young men into the palace, Rong Yu had already dealt with today's memorials and was discussing military affairs with Xuanyuan Yao.

"After the New Year and the beginning of spring, Ling Fan will return to the Great Zhou. The 5,000 Xuanjia soldiers he brought this time will stay and join your 5,000 Heiyao troops. After the reorganization, you will be fully responsible for commanding the training." Rong Yu sat in front of the table, lowering his eyes to look at a map unfolded on the table, "Although the combat effectiveness of these 10,000 elite soldiers is stronger than ordinary soldiers, it is not strong enough. The king will give you two years. You must be proficient in weapons, weapons, cavalry, and archery. The king wants them to truly be able to fight ten with one and a hundred with ten, and become the king's army."

Xuanyuan Yao was silent for a moment, silent He glanced at his master silently: "Two years?"

"What?" Rong Yu raised his eyes and said indifferently, "Too much?"

Xuanyuan Yao frowned: "It's not too much time, but does the master think too highly of me? Both the Xuanjia Army and the Obsidian Army are very strong, but the Xuanjia Army has always been stronger than the Obsidian Army, just like the master has always suppressed me to death..."

Speaking of this, he really wanted to wipe away a bitter tear for his tragic life experience of being beaten to pieces in those years. But to be honest, Rong Yu's strength is indeed much stronger than his, although he has always suspected that Rong Yu had secretly eaten the legendary panacea and opened up the so-called Ren and Du meridians, otherwise why was he so strong at such a young age that people thought he was not a human?

But it took him five years to recognize the facts and accept his fate.

The Xuanjia Army has been led by Rong Yu for so many years, and its combat effectiveness is already recognized by the world as unmatched. He really doesn't know how to improve their combat capabilities.

One is worth ten, ten is worth a hundred.

It sounds simple, but when this sentence comes out of Rong Yu's mouth, it is by no means a simple description. Instead, it requires everyone to be all-round. In single-soldier combat, personal strength must be strong. Swords, spears, and horseback archery must all be the best of the best and the strongest of the strong.

Not to mention the deployment of troops.

On the battlefield, not only does the commander need to command and dispatch, but also the military strategy must be extraordinary. Soldiers must absolutely obey military orders, be brave and fierce, and cooperate seamlessly to develop a tacit understanding with their comrades.

Although there are only 10,000 elite soldiers, the training requirements are higher and more difficult than that of 100,000 soldiers.

Xuanyuan Yao's confidence was shattered by Rong Yu when he was thirteen years old. Although he learned a lot from Rong Yu in those five years, so he didn't think he was incompetent, he was not so conceited that he thought he could meet Rong Yu's standards - that was hell-level difficulty.

Because he knew him too well, he knew that it was almost impossible for him to meet his requirements.

Besides, it would take time for the Black Obsidian Army and the Black Armor Army to run in.

The hall was silent for a moment.

Rong Yu's slender fingertips tapped the rosewood desk, and his voice was so light that no emotion could be heard: "So you think you can't do it?"

Xuanyuan Yao's scalp numbed, and the blood in his body immediately felt stagnant.

"That's not what I meant..." He hesitated for a moment, not wanting to admit that he was incompetent, "But it is indeed a bit difficult."

Rong Yu didn't say anything else.

The air in the hall seemed to condense little by little, and it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Xuanyuan Yao couldn't help but turn pale. He was afraid of Rong Yu, a deep-rooted fear. It was okay when he didn't do anything wrong on weekdays, but once he was in a weak position psychologically, the fear came with overwhelming pressure, which made him a little unbearable.

The hand hanging by his side unconsciously clenched a little, and he almost couldn't help kneeling down to apologize, but he heard Rong Yu said calmly: "If the king lists a training plan for you, can you do it?"

What?

Xuanyuan Yao suddenly raised his head: "Master?"

"I will list the daily training plan for you, and I will give you the power to organize the training of the Xuanjia Army." Rong Yu raised his eyes and looked at him calmly, "You can train according to the plan and method formulated by me, or you can arrange it according to your own ideas. I will not interfere, I will only look at the results."

Xuanyuan Yao was refreshed, and looked at Rong Yu in disbelief, with obvious shock and surprise in his eyes: "In this case, why doesn't the master do it himself-"

"I don't have time."

Xuanyuan Yao was speechless.

Okay, he understands that the master will be busy with government affairs in the future, and any free time will definitely be used to cultivate feelings with His Majesty. He is reluctant to leave His Majesty's side and wants to be affectionate with His Majesty, like inseparable conjoined twins, but...but this is not the reason for him to completely delegate military power.

Every general who leads troops in battle has his own different way of training soldiers and horses, which is also the gap between generals and generals on the battlefield and the key to success or failure, which is his biggest trump card.

Especially the 10,000-man army of the king.

Since Rong Yu said it was the army of the king, it can be imagined that Rong Yu has planned to carefully build this elite army of the king. In the future, whether it is the investment of time and energy, or the equipment of soldiers and armor, it will be a unique preferential treatment.

Well-equipped, rigorously trained, and carefully built, it will definitely have a stronger combat effectiveness than the Xuanjia Army of the Great Zhou in the future.

But if such an elite cavalry is trained by Xuanyuan Yao, it is almost equivalent to the ownership of this army completely belonging to Xuanyuan Yao. During the training and combat process, the commander and his comrades will have a special feeling of recognition and awe. Any other commander who wants to take over will be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Xuanyuan Yao doesn't believe that Rong Yu is not aware of this, but he still decided so.

Is it because of trust?

Xuanyuan Yao pursed his lips, and his heart was shaken one after another. However, before he had time to fully feel this indescribable emotion, he heard Rong Yu's voice that was so cold that it almost corroded your bones again: "If it still doesn't work, I think you should probably go back to the furnace and be retrained."

Xuanyuan Yao was shocked, and all the emotion disappeared immediately. He hurriedly said: "I can do it. Master, don't worry, I can do it."

Did he dare to say no?

Not to mention the plan and method formulated by Rong Yu, even if it was just a verbal tip or two, it would be of great help to him.

He was not incompetent, but a strong army needs a strong general.

The reason why he had no confidence was not because he doubted his ability, but because he was worried that the final result would not meet Rong Yu's requirements, so he did not dare to have absolute confidence.

Rong Yu was willing to help him to this extent. If he still dared to say no, I'm afraid that the master would really let him go through the hellish training he had experienced that year again.

"Your Highness, Prince Regent." At this moment, the guard's respectful voice sounded at the palace gate, "Master Xie brought the two young masters from Prince Jing's Mansion and Prince Wei's Mansion to see you."