Chapter 357: Teaching the Peasant Army to Use Equipment

A moment later.

Zhang Yu led fifteen members of the Peasant Army inside.

He first performed a cupped-fist salute toward Bai Wei, "Greetings, Bai."

Only then did he perform a cupped-fist salute toward Xiao Moting.

"Greetings, Prince of Zhenbei."

According to protocol, one should have saluted the Prince of Zhenbei first, but Zhang Yu clearly placed Bai Wei in the primary position.

The several Northern Frontier Army soldiers nearby looked calm upon seeing this.

Because, although Xiao Moting was the Prince of Zhenbei who commanded them, in everyone's subconscious, Bai Wei's status was a level higher.

Bai Wei stood up with a smile and looked at the group of Peasant Army members following behind Zhang Yu.

These were all young men, and their bodies looked sturdy at a glance; although they had sallow complexions due to long-term malnutrition, their eyes were very resolute and bright.

"Leader Zhang, tomorrow you and the men you brought will follow Xiao Moting's instructions and act according to his orders."

Zhang Yu hesitated for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "Understood."

Bai Wei had people bring out several large crates, uncovered the cloth draped over them, and pointed at them.

"These weapons are for you to use tomorrow; familiarize yourselves with them first."

Inside the crates were a large pile of strange weapons.

Zhang Yu and the Peasant Army members he brought had never seen them before and all revealed expressions of curiosity.

"Bai, what kind of weapons are these? Why have we never seen them before?"

Bai Wei smiled mysteriously, "Of course you haven't seen them, because these are exclusive weapons specially made by our Beijiang."

After speaking, she beckoned and called Qin Zhan over.

"Qin Zhan, I'll trouble you to teach Leader Zhang and his soldiers; it would be best if they can learn how to use these weapons within today and tomorrow."

"No problem," Qin Zhan said readily.

He looked up, saw Zhang Yu's puzzled expression, laughed, bent down to pick up a cylindrical thick iron rod from the crate, and 'click' opened the switch.

Instantly, a beam of intense light flashed out.

Zhang Yu was hit directly by the light; the intense glare made him dizzy, and he immediately used his hand to shield his eyes.

"What is this object?"

"This is called a Flashlight, used for illumination during tomorrow night's raid."

"Flash, Flashlight?" Zhang Yu was stunned, "This oil lamp is actually as bright as day."

As soon as he finished speaking, quite a few of the surrounding Northern Frontier Army soldiers began to stifle their laughter.

Qin Zhan also suppressed a laugh, picked up another item, and signaled for Zhang Yu to take it.

Zhang Yu took it with trepidation and examined it carefully.

What he held in his hand was a black square block of wood; the material of the wood was very unique, and it even had a long branch attached.

Just then, Qin Zhan also picked one up and walked outside the door.

"What is this thing again?" The surrounding Peasant Army members were even more curious and all crowded around Zhang Yu.

Suddenly!

From inside the black square block, Qin Zhan's voice abruptly rang out.

"Leader Zhang, can you hear me speaking?"

Instantly, Zhang Yu was startled by this voice that suddenly emerged, and he couldn't help but let go, throwing the black square block in his hand onto the ground.

"You... how did you get inside this piece of wood?"

The surrounding Peasant Army members also screamed in fright.

"Commander Qin's soul has been sucked into this wood."

"Sorcery, this is sorcery."

"Commander Qin is calling out; let's hurry and split the wood open to save him."

Some Peasant Army members immediately drew the Long Swords at their waists, making a move to split the black square block on the ground to save Qin Zhan.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding Northern Frontier Army soldiers could no longer hold back and all burst into loud laughter.

Bai Wei also smiled and turned to shout toward the window outside.

"Qin Zhan, stop teasing Leader Zhang; come in quickly and explain the usage of these Walkie-talkies to them properly."

At this, Qin Zhan 'whooshed' as he performed his Lightness Skill, jumped down from the roof, and walked into the room with a grin.

Zhang Yu and the others were just about to split open the Walkie-talkie on the ground when they suddenly saw Qin Zhan walk in from outside, and they were all stunned.

"Commander Qin, you... how did you come out?"

Qin Zhan also laughed until he couldn't stand straight and shook the Walkie-talkie in his hand.

"This is called a Walkie-talkie; we each take one, stand far apart, and pass messages through this Walkie-talkie."

"Walkie-talkie?" Zhang Yu looked blank; he had never heard of this gadget.

"Don't just stand there, hurry and try it." Qin Zhan tilted his chin to signal, "Tomorrow night we are attacking the Fusang People's base camp, and we will use these Walkie-talkies to pass messages; they will play a big role."

Zhang Yu had no choice but to pick up the Walkie-talkie in his hand, mimic Qin Zhan's actions, and cautiously shouted into it.

"Commander Qin?"

Immediately, his voice drifted out from the Walkie-talkie in Qin Zhan's hand.

Qin Zhan explained, "I take one, you take one; even if we are separated by a street, we can talk through this."

Zhang Yu was again stunned, "Transmission of sound over a thousand miles? This is a treasure indeed. I never expected that Bai would possess such a magical treasure."

Qin Zhan laughed, "The treasures in Bai's hands are not just this one; there are many more. Come, there are many here; I will teach you how to use them first."

After speaking, he picked up the Repeating Crossbow, Bulletproof Helmet, night-vision goggles... from the crate and demonstrated them one by one.

Zhang Yu and the Peasant Army stood to one side, all of them dumbfounded by what they saw.

Crossbows that could easily pierce leather armor, transparent Helmets that even iron arrows could not penetrate, masks that allowed one to see through the dark of night when worn on the face...

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed it even if they were beaten to death, that such treasures could exist in this world.

Qin Zhan demonstrated all the equipment in the box, then asked Zhang Yu.

"Do you understand it all?"

Zhang Yu and the fifteen members of the Peasant Army looked at one another, then immediately shook their heads in unison.

"We don't understand."

They had seen how it worked, but they didn't know how to use it, nor did they dare to, fearing they might break the magical treasures.

Qin Zhan was very patient, "Come, follow me to the courtyard, and I will teach you how to use them."

After saying this, he had two members of the Peasant Army lift the box and carry it into the courtyard.

The Northern Frontier Army only had ten elites; since their numbers were insufficient, only by training Zhang Yu and the Peasant Army could they add to their strength.

Watching Qin Zhan lead Zhang Yu and the others out, Bai Wei called out from behind.

"Commander Qin, I leave the task of teaching them how to use the equipment to you."

She could not teach Zhang Yu and the others herself, because she still had to plan tomorrow's raid.

Xiao Moting had already drawn a topographical map of the Dye House on paper, based on the video captured by the Drone.

Bai Wei walked to the table, cupped her chin in her hands, and pondered while looking at the topographical map.

She took a pen and pointed and poked at the topographical map.

"Here is the main gate, behind it is the kitchen where the Fusang People cook, and the several side rooms nearby are where the Fusang People live; their leader stays in the south room."

"Xiao Moting, we should do this..."

Bai Wei had already studied the topographical map and had also consulted with Zhang Yu, intending to use the Peasant Army's informants to infiltrate the base camp of the Fusang People.

According to what Zhang Yu said, the Peasant Army had a large number of informants in the city, all of whom were poor, lower-class commoners; among them were several cooks who had been called by the Fusang People to help with cooking, and every morning they had to escort carts filled with ingredients into the Dye House.

These few cooks were all members of the Peasant Army and could be trusted.

The cold wind whistled, and the snow fell even more heavily, burying the traces of the carriage wheels in the blink of an eye.