Both he and Zhu Yuanzhang were interested in training troops. Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to use this to see the quality of his soldiers and whether they could resist the invasion of the Yuan army.
Zhang Ximeng wanted to verify intelligence, logistics, rewards and punishments, a lot of things, so as to accumulate experience for the next war.
Both of them regarded Zhao Junyong as a super experience bag.
After all, this man is the strongest among all the commanders in Haozhou. He scolds this, arrests that, and behaves tyrannically all day long. No one can do anything to him.
Such a powerful opponent should be suitable for military training!
But the war had just begun, and before the offensive could be launched here, the internal turmoil among our own people dispersed the external forces. What followed was a boring siege, and then there was the pursuit of pigs all over the world.
Even Zhao Junyong was arrested by several children.
This is like a martial arts master who scolds this and that all day long. Finally, he got on the ring and was knocked down three times in half a minute. The audience laughed out loud.
Please, Zhao Junyong, can you please be more forceful?
While Zhang Ximeng was sighing, he suddenly noticed that several civilian men were carrying the wounded to the medical center at the back. The people in front were old and sweating profusely from running, and they were still encouraging the wounded on the stretcher.
"Be patient, the medical officer is very capable. Your minor injury is nothing. In ten and a half months, you will be a good man again. Then you can go to the battlefield and kill the Tatars!"
He spoke very smoothly. The injured soldier endured the severe pain and forced a smile, "Thank you, thank you, uncle!"
The uncle's face was slightly red, but he didn't say anything. He just ran forward harder.
Zhang Ximeng took a look and suddenly realized something... If he didn't admit his mistake, isn't this Zhang, the elder of Zhiyuan?
Hasn't he been working as a civilian husband? Why did he go to the battlefield and help carry the stretcher!
Even Zhang Ximeng couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity.
After all, he was assisting Zhu Yuanzhang, and what kind of weird thing did he create?
After Zhang Ximeng sighed, he sped up and not far out, he happened to see Zhu Yuanzhang. Opposite Lao Zhu, he was Miao Daheng, the biggest contributor to this battle.
"Your Majesty, the sinner should have surrendered to Master Wang earlier and serve the Superior. But because the sinner was temporarily confused, he almost became Zhao Junyong's accomplice. Please punish him!"
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded slightly, "You can fight back and help us win the battle and make great contributions. We are happy in our hearts. It's not a fault that you didn't look down on us in Hengjian Mountain..."
"No!" Miao Daheng shook his head, "It's not that sinners look down on superiors, it's that sinners can't let go of the wealth and power in their families!"
Lao Zhu raised his eyebrows. He was not surprised. He had already talked with Zhang Ximeng. There were gains and losses in everything.
Since you have chosen the hearts of the people at the bottom, it will inevitably harm the interests of many wealthy families.
If they can think clearly and take the initiative to join, it is naturally a good thing. If they can't figure it out, the tide will come and eliminate these people, which is reasonable.
Obviously, Miao Daheng is the kind of person who has woken up.
Zhang Ximeng happened to come over and heard about the situation. He suddenly smiled and said, "General Miao, there are some of your old friends here with us. Do you want to meet them?"
"Old friend, who is it?"
"Zhiyuan Lao Zhang."
"What?" Miao Daheng couldn't believe his ears, Lao Zhang? How could he be alive?
A man with lustful eyes and a general of the Yuan army fell into the hands of the Red Scarf Army. It would be nice if they didn't strip him of his skin and scrape his bones and spread his ashes... How could he still stay in the army?
What number is this?
Miao Daheng couldn't understand it at all, he just felt that Zhang Ximeng had lied to him.
In this case, Zhang Ximeng could only ask someone to lead Miao Daheng the way to the hospital to meet Lao Zhang... But halfway there, he found Lao Zhang carrying a stretcher and carrying the wounded together with several young militiamen.
He and Miao Daheng bumped into each other. Lao Zhang was startled, then grinned, "I'm still alive, let's talk later?"
It’s really him!
A high nose and deep eyes cannot be wrong no matter what.
Miao Daheng was full of questions. Without saying a word, he followed Lao Zhang and lifted the stretcher... After running four times, he was sweating profusely and soaked through his clothes. Finally, he could rest.
Two former superiors and subordinates sat on a wooden post and started talking.
Miao Daheng couldn't understand at all, how could Zhiyuan Lao Zhang become like this?
"There's nothing strange about it... The higher-ups captured me and asked me to write about things I knew at first. I handed in 300,000 words and wrote until I was dizzy and struggling to survive."
Miao Daheng grinned when he heard it. Three hundred thousand words, this is forcing people to die!
"Then, why are you willing to do things for them, right?"
Lao Zhang smiled and said, "I wrote about my own affairs, I wrote about Yuan Ting's affairs, I wrote everything I knew, but it was still not enough. Later, the young gentleman came to me and asked me why I didn't write about the Kaihe River?"
"Open the river? He wants to hold you accountable?"
Lao Zhang shook his head, "On the contrary, he told me that the flooding of the Yellow River has caused disasters that lasted for thousands of years. This time Lord Jialujia was ordered to regulate the Yellow River, and I helped mobilize the people to dredge the river. I have merit, and I should write more.
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"What?" Miao Daheng was surprised again, "He, they really said that?"
Lao Zhang nodded, "That's true. The young gentleman also asked a lot about recruiting civilians, and also asked whether the court had proper arrangements, why the Red Turban Uprising broke out, and whether there were any signs..."
Miao Daheng was completely dumbfounded. A small red-turban bandit, who had not yet occupied Chuzhou at that time, actually cared about the management of the Yellow River. Is it because his brain is broken, or is the situation too big for ordinary people to understand?
Lao Zhang laughed and said: "I always thought that I had committed a serious crime by working for the Yuan Dynasty and deserved to die. But my superior and my husband actually gave me a chance and affirmed my efforts in regulating the Yellow River. Such a big heart, and
How can you not be amazed! From then on, I did some labor and worked with the big guys. Gradually, I figured out a lot of things. In fact, at the beginning, decades ago, I was also treated as a slave and was taken to the Western Regions.
The kings gave it to Emperor Yuan."
"Leaving your hometown is like an animal, leaving your relatives. I don't know whether they are dead or alive now!" Lao Zhang said with red eyes.
"The Yuan Dynasty divided the people into Mongols, Semu people, Han people, and Southerners... But under the rule of the superiors, there were only the poor, the officials who harmed the people, and the powerful and unkind people who wanted to get rich. If I want to understand this, I will re-think
Survived. This time, in order to deal with Zhao Junyong, militiamen were recruited from various places. Although I was old, I had experience in leading troops, so I led the team here. We alone transported more than 20 wounded people.
They are all good boys and good-looking!"
"No matter how many soldiers and horses the Yuan Dynasty brings, they can't defeat them! Not to mention Zhao Jun uses them. He is like a moth flying into the flame, seeking his own death!"
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Miao Daheng and Lao Zhang chatted a lot. He solved the questions in his heart, but also created more questions.
Just like Zhu Yuanzhang, he has become a powerful man, but he is still conscientious in his work. He does not want to eat or drink, and he does not care about beauty. He gets up early and goes to bed late every day. What is the purpose of being busy?
Is he really a naturally kind person who just likes to be kind to the people?
Miao Daheng couldn't figure it out for a moment, but he felt a strong shock.
Even the se-eyed man Lao Zhang could stand on Zhu Yuanzhang's side. Perhaps it was destiny, and Yuan Ting's soldiers and horses really couldn't do anything to him!
Anyway, no matter how you say it, Zhu Yuanzhang is definitely much better than Zhao Junyong. The difference between the two people cannot be based on mere speculation.
However, this does not mean that there are no flaws in Zhu Yuanzhang's rule. On the contrary, this brief conflict actually exposed Zhu Jiajun's flaws.
"The superiors and humble officials thought that a thousand households would lead the army, but the number is too small. To deal with bandits and grass bandits, a ragtag army can be used. If we encounter Yuan Ting's elite soldiers, just one or a few thousand households may not be able to stop the enemy!"
Miao Daheng came back from Lao Zhang and made suggestions at the celebration banquet.
This suggestion was immediately approved by Zhang Ximeng.
"Lord, this is actually what I want to say... When we led the army with thousands of households, firstly, there were not many soldiers, and secondly, they were all new soldiers. Many of them were not familiar with the battlefield situation, so they were scattered into thousands of households.
It is much easier to train. But now our troops have exceeded 50,000, and there are many A-class thousand households and B-class thousand households, and there are also soldiers and horses newly attached to Hezhou and other places. If we still use thousands households to lead the army, it will be inevitable
The troops are dispersed and cannot exert their combat effectiveness on the battlefield."
When this was mentioned, everyone felt the same, especially Xu Da, Tang He and others.
They surrounded him from all directions. Logically speaking, Zhao Junyong should have been unable to fly, but in the end, Zhao Junyong escaped in a daze... If he hadn't been seriously injured and lost blood, and he met Li Wenzhong and others, he might have really escaped.
The reason why this situation occurs is that there is a lack of coordination among the thousands of individual households. It seems that there are many people, but the command is not unified, which in turn leads to a shortage of troops.
If you encounter Mongolian elite cavalry in this situation, the consequences will obviously be disastrous.
You must concentrate your forces and build a powerful fist before you can hope to win the next battle.
Zhu Yuanzhang thought carefully and nodded, "Sir, do you mean to set up ten thousand households?"
According to the establishment of the Yuan Dynasty, the number of households above a thousand was indeed ten thousand.
Zhao Junyong surrendered to the Yuan Dynasty and was given the position of ten thousand households.
However, Zhang Ximeng shook his head and said, "My lord, I think it is not appropriate to set up ten thousand households."
Zhu Yuanzhang frowned and asked hurriedly: "Why?"
"Right now, we only have a dozen or so first-class thousand households. If we consolidate them into ten thousand households, wouldn't it mean that all military power will be placed under one person? Moreover, officials of thousands of households and officials of hundreds of households need to be hereditary according to the Yuan Dynasty's custom.
, Although we don’t need to consider this matter now, we will inevitably make arrangements in the future. Even if there are ten thousand households, will ten thousand households also have to be hereditary? Wouldn’t that mean that soldiers return to generals, and that they become vassal towns and separatist regimes? "
"From the perspective of the distribution of military power and long-term considerations, I am opposed to the establishment of Wanhu. In addition, I also think that the establishment of Wanhu is a bit bloated. When the two armies are fighting, no matter how many soldiers and horses there are, the ones who actually encounter each other and fight are Wanhu.
Eight thousand people, usually less."
Zhang Ximeng is not talking nonsense. This is the law of cold weapon combat. After all, the range that a commander can control is only so large. Beyond a certain distance, he cannot use his arms and fingers.
Therefore, the limit of the number of troops that can be accommodated on a front is only 10,000 or 20,000 people.
Chang Yuchun said that he led 100,000 troops and marched across the world. However, these 100,000 troops must have their own fronts and backs, and they could not all be on the front line, so not many of them directly went into battle.
If ten thousand households were set up at this time, that is, one ten thousand households would stand up. If they could not hold up, the whole army would retreat.
"Lord, what I mean is to set up commanders, each commanding three to five thousand households. Under the commanders, some cavalry, some scouts, and heavy troops should be arranged to form a fighting fist, which can be used to fight alone.
Several enemies can also be united to form a joint force! It is much stronger than a single Qianhu, and it is easier to arrange and dispatch. However, there is one thing that needs to be paid attention to."
Zhu Yuanzhang was quite satisfied after listening to Zhang Ximeng's introduction. These words spoke to his heart.
Why didn't he consider the issue of setting up ten thousand households? But once ten thousand households were set up, where would they put them?
Therefore, for a long period of time, Lao Zhu would rather work harder on his own than improve the establishment.
But when the war comes, a single Thousand Household is indeed too weak. Several Thousand Households are put together and it is inconvenient to command. Who should take the lead?
If Zhang Ximeng's design is followed and three to five thousand households are gathered together and led by commanders, it will indeed be much more flexible and convenient.
"Sir, what's the problem? What's wrong?" Lao Zhu asked curiously.
Zhang Ximeng said with a smile: "After the establishment of the commander, I am afraid that the official title of the lord is not enough. What I mean is that the lord should give himself a step up, so he should first hold the title of commander!"
Want to be promoted again?
Lao Zhu unconsciously touched his chin, "Is it too fast?"
Everyone laughed when they heard this, you are our boss anyway, no one will care about you even if you become emperor now!
"Sir, we are still subordinates of Marshal Guo. There must be a name for promotion, right? You can't just ask for an official, it won't work!"
Zhang Ximeng said with a smile: "Lord, isn't this ready? Zhao Junyong invaded Chuzhou and was captured by the lord. I remember that Zhao Junyong kidnapped Marshal Guo at the beginning, but now that he has captured Zhao Junyong and sent him to Marshal Guo, he is still worried that Marshal Guo will not give him to the lord.
Promoted to an official?"
Guo Zixing?
Everyone seems to have forgotten that there is such a person.
At the time, among the seven marshals of Haozhou, Peng Da died at the hands of Zhao Junyong, Sun Deya was slaughtered by Zhu Yuanzhang, and the other three have been disarmed and returned to the fields to farm honestly.
Now Zhao Junyong was captured again, and even Guo Zixing was seriously ill.
The first generation of Haozhou Red Scarf has completely withered away.
Moreover, the entire Huaixi Red Scarf Army gradually gathered under Zhu Yuanzhang.
Unify Huaixi!
Finally achieved the goal.
Lao Zhu raised his head and was silent for a while. Various scenes flashed before his eyes, from defending Haozhou to garrisoning troops in Linhuai, then going south to Dingyuan and conquering Chuzhou... The journey has been smooth.
There is nothing extraordinary about having one person in command.
If you can defeat the Yuan army, no matter how high your position is, you will be worthy of it!
"Let's do this. Mr. Zhang will accompany us to organize the troops... Tang He, you go to Huaiyuan for a trip!"
Tang He hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly bowed, "I obey my orders!"
"Well! Prepare some more gifts for Marshal Guo. Be sincere and treat it as a return home in glory. Do you understand?"
"Understood!" Tang He nodded vigorously, "Please rest assured, superior, I will definitely handle this matter with dignity and earn enough face."
A smile appeared on the corner of Lao Zhu's mouth. It was a small smile, but he was considerate...