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"Lord Peng, our Niujia Village is close to the coastline, so most of the villagers make a living by fishing."

"Fishing? I've heard of beachcombing and fishing with a rod, but what is fishing?"

Zhou Wu looked at Peng Zhenguo's puzzled expression and then remembered that fishing nets did not exist in this world. His current expression was exactly the same as that of Magistrate Chen back then.

"Sir, fishing is catching fish with a net. I invented this fishing net by chance, and it is more efficient than fishing with a net."

"Oh, then I'd like to see for myself."

In Peng Zhenguo's view, Zhou Wu's explanation was nothing but a lie, and he wanted to expose Zhou Wu's deception to his face.

"it is good."

Watching Zhou Wu pretend to lead the way, Peng Zhenguo was already planning how to humiliate Zhou Wu after he exposed him.

However, when Zhou Wu brought Peng Zhenguo to the seaside, he was so amazed to see the rows of men holding so-called fishing nets, catching large quantities of fish with just a few throws.

"This, this, this is a fishing net??"

"Yes, Lord Peng, would you like to try it out?"

Zhou Wu was just joking, but he didn't expect Peng Zhenguo to actually try it. You know, fishing with a net seems simple, but there are actually some tricks to it. He didn't think the other party could catch any fish, but seeing Peng Zhenguo's eagerness, he didn't want to spoil his fun.

"Get me a fishing net."

Zhou Wu gave a wink to the person next to him, who then handed over the fishing net.

Peng Zhenguo first watched how others used fishing nets. After watching twice, he thought it was simple and began to operate it in a similar manner.

"Heh, yeah, hey, let's go."

Peng Zhenguo gathered his strength while swinging the fishing net back and forth before finally throwing it out. His movements were perfect. However, he never expected that as he threw the net, he would slip and fall down. Fortunately, he was standing on a rock, which wasn't very high. But when everyone looked down, they burst into laughter.

"Guards! Lord Peng is caught in a fishing net! Quickly, save Lord Peng!"

Yes, Peng Zhenguo had gotten himself caught in the net and was struggling to get out, but the net only got tighter the more he struggled. Several villagers jumped in and pulled Peng Zhenguo out.

"what."

Peng Zhenguo threw down the fishing net and slunk away with his lackey.

"Hahaha~~~"

The group of people left behind from Niujia Village looked at each other, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, only Zhou Wu knew that Peng Zhenguo had embarrassed himself this time, and would likely retaliate even more severely next time. Zhou Wu's only trump card right now was the local militia, so he decided to take some time this day to test the training results of the militia.

. . . . . .

After having breakfast at home with Li Baiwei and Yang Chun, Zhou Wu headed to the local militia training camp. Before he even entered, he heard deafening shouts of battle coming from inside.

"Ha~"

"Kill~~"

Just like a regular military camp, there were two local militiamen on guard at the entrance. When they saw that the visitor was Zhou Wu, they saluted and let him pass.

As the weather gradually warmed up, the three hundred local militiamen also went shirtless and, led by Niu Er, practiced the boxing techniques taught by Niu Er on the training ground.

"These strong, muscular men must be driving so many women crazy."

The three hundred men were all physically strong, and the entire training camp exuded male hormones.

"You guys keep practicing."

When Niu Er saw Zhou Wu arrive, he instructed his men to start practicing on their own.

"Brother Wu, what brings you here?"

"I just came to see the training results."

"That's perfect, Brother Wu, you wait here, I'll arrange a rehearsal right away."

When Niu Er heard that Zhou Wu had come to see the results, he became even more excited, like a child showing off a treasure.

"gather."

At Niu Er's command, the village militia quickly lined up neatly, awaiting further instructions.

"Commander, today we're here to test everyone's training results. Everyone, be on your best and do your best. Do you have confidence?"

"Have."

The deafening roar satisfied Zhou Wu; at least the momentum was there.

"Alright, let's begin the drill."

After Niu Er finished speaking, the crowd quickly dispersed, resembling the military boxing style of his previous life. Their movements were neat and powerful, and regardless of whether they were lethal, their imposing presence was quite impressive.

After the bare-handed battle, it was time for armed combat. Zhou Wu had plenty of money, so in addition to the basic bows, arrows, and swords, he was also equipped with spears. In infantry combat, swords were the natural choice.

The strong and muscular men wielded their broadswords with fierce power, and sparks flew as they clashed, giving Zhou Wu a real thrill.

The archery practice was relatively less intense, but when a villager shot a bullseye, not only his comrades but also Zhou Wu were infected and cheered.

"Brother Wu, now comes the main event."

"Oh."

Zhou Wu was very curious about what the highlight Niu Er had mentioned was, and he was sure it wouldn't disappoint him. Sure enough, he heard the sound of horses' hooves.

"Niu Er, how many horses do we have now?"

"Brother Wu, the local militia now has more than fifty horses. Some of the old and weak ones are used to pull carts and carry supplies, while the rest have been given to the best to serve as cavalry."

Niu Er spoke with a face full of pride: "Cavalry was the highest-ranking military unit in this feudal society. You couldn't find a single cavalryman in the entire Qingyang County, but our Niu Family Village has one, more than forty of them."

"Yes, Not Bad."

Because the imperial court only allocated 300 men, but did not restrict or require their configuration, Zhou Wu had been thinking about how to maximize the combat effectiveness of these 300 men. Of course, cavalry was the best option, but good warhorses were not something that could be bought at will. If they were just random horses from the countryside, they would not only fail to serve as cavalry, but might even kill soldiers on the battlefield, so they were not considered at all.

As the two were talking, the cavalrymen on the parade ground had already clashed. The excitement of the cavalry battle made Zhou Wu's adrenaline surge. After all, what man doesn't love swords and spears? But just as everyone was cheering loudly, a warhorse suddenly lost its front hoof, and the village warrior on its back fell off.

"problem occurs."

Everyone rushed forward.

"What happened."

Zhou Wu followed behind Niu Er and finally managed to squeeze in. Fortunately, the village soldier who fell was not seriously injured, but the horse's front hoof was injured and it would probably be unable to ride for a while.

"Chasing Clouds, Chasing Clouds, hang in there, ugh~~~~~"

Before the fallen villagers could even check their injuries, they hugged their horses and cried uncontrollably.

Although this horse was not a top-tier Turkic warhorse, it was still a rare breed. The villagers trained day and night to develop a rapport with the horse, so everyone could understand the people in front of them.

"The horse was perfectly fine, how could it have lost its front hoof?"