It is another year after year, and the capital is becoming more and more prosperous and lively.

In the noisy solar term, in addition to the upcoming Spring Festival, there are also good news to the capital, which also adds a lot of joy to the end of the year this year.

There are cheerful discussions everywhere in the streets, alleys, teahouses and restaurants.

"I will kill 100,000 Tartars in one battle. Now, will they dare to come to our Ming Dynasty to act wild?"

"Hey, this is also a battle that our Ming Dynasty will win, and I won't see who fought it?"

"Tsk tsk, the court sent two dukes and three princes, and they really look down on the Tartars!"

"The army of 200,000 swept across thousands of troops. This army is really rare in ancient times!"

"The Song Dynasty in the previous dynasty was simply incomparable to our Ming Dynasty and could not be on the table. Our Ming Dynasty's martial arts are now considered to be a heroic Han and Tang Dynasties, right?"

The emperor has always been a place of good fortune under his feet. When the people in the capital talk about these things, they are all proud of their praise and comments.

Moreover, over the years, the Ming Dynasty has rarely lost its foreign military use, which makes people feel that such a victory is justified.

However, when the good news came to the palace, Zhu Yunqiu didn't see it that way.

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“Too many people died!”

In Lezhizhai beside the imperial garden, Zhu Yunqi put down the good news in his hand, and his expression on his face was a little gloomy.

"The troops of Duke Cao Li Jinglong have actually lost 40%!"

"The Guangning Wei of the former Liao King is in ruins!"

"The troops of King Zhu Di of Yan also injured their muscles and bones!"

Zhu Yunxiu sat upright on the throne, on a few round stools wrapped in brocade in front of him, Xu Huizu, Chang Mao, Geng Bingwen and others of the Governor's Office of the Five Army, Ling Han, Minister of Personnel, Fu Youwen and dozens of people were half of their butts, responding respectfully.

Xu Huizu thought about it and said seriously, "The Tartars suddenly came, and there was no preparation in Liaodong, so they suffered heavy losses first. However, our Ming Dynasty annihilated the Urianha tribe in one fell swoop and eliminated the threat from Liaodong. It was not only a one-time and for all, but also a major problem that would be eliminated!"

As he said, he continued to think about it, "In fact, the loss ratio of war is still acceptable. I want to say that inappropriately, there are no undead people in war. If you fight, you will have to protect Liaodong for decades of peace. This account is worth it! Not to mention that you had to be on guard against them for years in the past, and you would give the military pay, money and food to Liaodong every year, astronomical numbers!"

It may sound a bit uncomfortable, but this is the case with military and national affairs. Not to mention the life and death of tens of millions of people, even the life and death of hundreds of millions of people, is actually just a number in the eyes of rulers. If the death of these people can be exchanged for eternal peace in the prosperous times, they will definitely not hesitate to do so at all.

Historical books only record emperors, generals and ministers, and when will they record unknown people?

Besides, so many people have died, and it is also a matter of putting the cart before the horse to continue to be sad about the dead. The most urgent task is how to deal with the aftermath and other issues after the war.

Zhu Yunxiu pondered for a moment, but in fact he heard something different from Xu Huizu's words.

First, the Urianha tribe has been destroyed in name only, so what will the court take next?

Second, since the Urian Ha tribe cannot pose any threat to Liaodong, can the imperial court spend huge military expenses on the military guards of the Liaodong every year...?

Even said, should the traumatized King Huiningwei of Liao, please rebuild it?

And King Yan Zhu Di...?

"Uncle Fifteen led the way in this battle, and I saw the battle report of Duke Ying. I was moved!" Zhu Yunqiu habitually tapped the table with his fingers and said slowly, "In the most dangerous situation, Uncle Fifteen even said that he would send the princess to the capital and die in the frontier!"

"With such a wise king in the Ming Dynasty, why worry about the unstable borders and the unfairness of the barbarians?" Zhu Yunxiong continued, "Uncle Fifteenth Uncle Huining Guard should be rebuilt as soon as possible to replenish the troops."

As he said that, he paused his fingers and continued to speak, "Transfer the will of the orphans, the fifteenth son of the emperor, Liao Wangzhi, will be in charge of Liaodong military affairs and will be in charge of Liaodong Dushi. The troops under his command can be drawn from Liaodong Dushi, Tieling Wei, Beiping Wei, and even Kaiyuan Wei!"

After the words were finished, the civil officials didn't feel anything, but the military officials had already understood the signal sent by the Emperor's Grandson of the Eastern Palace.

After this battle, King Zhu Zhi of Liao would replace King Zhu Di of Yan's position on the northern border.

"Although Urianha provoked my Daming power in this battle, I heard that there are still some Tatars fanning the flames?" Zhu Yunxi's tone suddenly became unkind, and his eyes were cold, "Hmph, my Daming tiger, I just took a nap and thought we were domestic cats?"

"Earlier, when the second uncle of the Qin King was there, he combined the troops of the border guards in each border guards every autumn to inspect the frontiers, shocking the grassland troops and making them dare not act rashly. However, they were so arrogant that they had not given them a wink in just one or two years!" As he said, Zhu Yunxiu looked around his ministers, "I passed the imperial edict that the King of Jin was the longest among the princes and princes, and he was the lonely uncle. He took the responsibility of the Former Qin King and led the troops of various vassals. He would not make any mistakes in inspecting the frontier for many years. The King of Liao was the deputy!"

"In addition, let Ning Wang Quan consolidate his army and build horses and rush to the Tatar tribe in the spring of the next year. Those who invade our Ming Dynasty will pay their blood debts and blood debts!"

"Here!" All the generals of the Governor's Office of the Five Army responded one after another since Xu Huizu.

At this time, the civil officials also heard some implications. After this battle, King Zhu Qi of Jin and King Zhu Zhi of Liao would become the most powerful among the kings of the border.

The civil officials agreed and even satisfied with this result. The Liao King Zhu Zhi had always been respectful to the imperial center, not to mention the King of Jin, the uncle of the crown prince.

"There is one more thing!" Zhu Yunxiu looked at the civil officials and spoke to Fu Youwen, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, "The pension for the soldiers who died in battle cannot be lost."

Fu Youwen smiled slightly, "Your Highness, if it's something else, I will definitely say I have no money, and I will say that the Ministry of Revenue still has holes. But when it comes to the pensions of the soldiers, the Ministry of Revenue will still be brought up even if it's three feet away!" As he said, he looked at Xu Huizu and others, "However, civil officials such as me are only responsible for distributing wealth. The specific distribution depends on whether the lords of the Governor's Office of the Five Army can all be put into the hands of the soldiers..."

This is meaningless.

And caught off guard, Xu Huizu and other warriors were stunned.

"What does Fu Shangshu mean?" Among the military officials, Geng Bingwen, the Changxing Hou, who was located at the back, spoke unhappily, "What do you mean is that we are drinking blood from soldiers!" As he said, he spoke to Zhu Yunxi, "Your Highness, the accounts of the Five Army Governor's Office have been documented, and a pound of rice and cloth are recorded on the case. Although we martial artists are not very polite, they are not like some black-hearted officials who dare to extend their hands with any money?"

At this moment, the warriors reacted and glared at the civil servants.

Ling Han, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, said, "Please be careful, please don't be impatient. Shangshu Fu is not saying that you drink soldiers' blood. Instead, he said that the Ministry of Revenue is just a passing God of Wealth. You are the one who decides how much you want. Others can only watch and cannot speak!"

As he said, he smiled, "Reasonably, this matter should be handled by the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Revenue to count the casualties and pay pensions."

"The scholar who suffered from plague fired us!"

The warriors instantly understood the intentions of these civil servants. The civil servants were no longer satisfied with being inferior to the warriors and began to point fingers at the power of the warriors.

Zhu Yunxiu on the throne drank tea as if nothing had happened, and seemed to hear nothing.

This was not his instruction. Since he came to power, the civil servant group has greatly increased its voice, but because of his closeness to him, the military group has become more and more arbitrary. He has become more and more unwilling to take the civil servant group seriously. The reason why Fu Youwen and Ling Han are indifferent on the spot was precisely because of their dissatisfaction with the military group.

The founding nobles were old, and the civil servants thought that the mountains above them could finally get out, but they were shocked to find that these second-generation warriors who came to the front were more difficult to deal with and even more radical than their predecessors.

There is no doubt that literature and martial arts always have to fight each other.
Chapter completed!