The four hundred and fiftieth IX powerful logistics
Zhang Ximeng stared at Mao Gui, but did not take the roster, but said calmly: "My lord is coming soon. With 230,000 people, we can do a lot of things. Even the Northern Expedition is just around the corner."
When Zhang Ximeng said this, he paused for a moment, "There is no room for discrepancy in such a big matter. General Mao, are there really so many people?"
Mao Gui couldn't stand Zhang Ximeng's gaze and couldn't help but lower his head, "Two, two hundred thousand is still available."
"Two hundred thousand people? That's a lot. But are they all elites?"
"These... most of them are warriors who dare to fight." Mao Gui straightened his back and said through gritted teeth.
Zhang Ximeng looked at him, suddenly laughed, and said in a low voice: "If you fold it in half, do you have one hundred thousand?"
Mao Gui was startled, his eyes widened suddenly, and he said unconvinced: "How can it not be? How can it not be?"
"Are they all young and strong?"
Mao Gui pondered again, and said with a sullen face: "Mr. Zhang, do you suspect that I lied about the number of people?"
Zhang Ximeng smiled slightly, "Tian Feng and Wang Shicheng are known as elites. It is said that they have 50,000 soldiers, but after I counted them, there were only less than 35,000. After deducting the old and weak, there are only 20,000 who meet the standards. They account for the total force.
40%... You quoted me 230,000. If calculated as 40%, wouldn’t it be less than 100,000? Do you think what I said is correct?”
Whoosh!
Cold sweat flowed down Mao Gui's temples.
To be honest, even he himself may not know how many people Tian Feng and others have. Hearing what Zhang Ximeng said made his heart freeze.
There is no doubt that Tian Feng was not only a surrendered general of the Yuan Dynasty, but also had contacts with many big families. His financial resources were better than many others, and he had many soldiers and good weapons.
If this is the case even for Tian Feng's subordinates, it's easy to imagine why others will.
And this matter is not complicated. If Mao Gui could really pull out 200,000 soldiers and horses, most of them would have been captured long ago.
There is also Guanduo of Goryeo. He also claims to have 200,000 soldiers, but the actual number of soldiers is even two-fold is not enough.
Looking at the world, except for the Ming army, there are too many water-injected pork, and there are not many real ones.
"Prime Minister Zhang, I'm ashamed. Although I have tried hard, the situation of the people under my command is complicated, and there are many lies about vacancies. I can't say how many there are. But here is a list of the four people under my command.
They are trusted generals. They have more than 30,000 soldiers and horses under their command, but they are real soldiers. Please check it with Prime Minister Zhang."
With that said, Mao Gui handed over another inventory.
Zhang Ximeng remained calm, glanced at it, and said with a smile: "Mao Gui, you should keep this book for yourself and dedicate it to the lord later! I am not asking you this to accuse you... I just want to remind you that Daming and you
It turns out it’s different, you have to learn to adapt. There are any bad things that need to be corrected. Of course, there are good things that should be carried forward. In short, we learn from each other’s strengths and move forward.”
Mao Gui bowed his body like a primary school student, obediently obeying Teacher Zhang's instructions.
Zhang Ximeng only gave a brief blow before returning to his smile and said, "The Governor of Xu Da has already led his troops to the north, and the lord will also lead the expedition himself. A decisive battle with Chahan. From Huaixi to Shandong, there is a large-scale troop movement. How should we go?"
"Then naturally we'll take the canal."
Zhang Ximeng added: "Nowadays, due to the war, the canal is blocked in many places, especially the Jining section, making it more difficult to pass. Maybe you can clear and dredge the canal first?"
Mao Gui nodded hurriedly, "I have a duty to do this...I will go to summon the civilian men and young men now..."
"slow!"
Zhang Ximeng waved his hand, "This is still too disturbing to the people. In fact, my opinion is that you use these soldiers to dredge the canal."
Mao Gui was stunned and said subconsciously: "Prime Minister Zhang, these soldiers are all warriors on the battlefield. It's inconvenient to let them do this!"
Zhang Ximeng said with a smile: "General Mao, let's see, how about this... I will give them military pay. Anyone who comes to dredge the canal will be given a military pay, so that they will not work in vain."
Mao Gui secretly glanced at Zhang Ximeng and found that although he was smiling, his expression was firm and his attitude was resolute. Mao Gui's heart moved, and he nodded, "I understand, I will give the order now."
Zhang Ximeng added: "Come here, everyone, register and make a list according to the team, and pay and distribute food according to the person. No mistakes are allowed."
Mao Gui agreed again, and when he came out of Zhang Ximeng's place, he felt lost and empty, which was not a good feeling.
In Han, Song and Ming Dynasties, they were really two completely different experiences.
Follow Liu Futong, he will send you a decree, asking you to lead the Northern Expedition, and then ignore it.
How much territory you can conquer, how many soldiers and horses you can develop, how much food you can seize... these are all your own business.
Not to mention 200,000 soldiers, even if we boast a million soldiers, it doesn't matter.
But here in Ming Dynasty, there are strict rules for everything.
There are strict disciplines on how many soldiers you have and how much food and wages you pay.
So, if you want to have the final say and become the local emperor, don't even think about it.
Moreover, Zhang Ximeng’s intention of asking him to build the canal is self-evident.
After Tian Feng and Wang Shicheng's subordinates were captured, Zhang Ximeng was personally responsible, so it was easy to find out the details. Mao Gui still lacked this opportunity and could not capture them all.
So Zhang Ximeng asked them to come over to build the canal. As for why he didn't let them go to the battlefield, I'm sorry, the battle that just surrounded Wang Baobao has revealed their details.
After letting Bao Bao go, you'd better not rush to the battlefield and just do some logistics.
To be honest, this is a bit hurtful, but what can be done?
I gave you a chance, but you didn’t use it!
You must know that in Zhang Ximeng's view, Wang Baobao may not be very powerful, but he is tenacious enough. He is a figure with a general Jin Wushu, a famous general's wall, a long-legged general, who will never die in a hundred battles, and will never regret... comparable to a stone in a pit.
, should be smashed as soon as possible.
But Bao Bao was not captured immediately. Doesn't this give him a chance to make a comeback?
If Bao Bao evolves into an invincible Xiaoqiang, will you be responsible for it?
Appreciation is appreciation, but Zhang Ximeng deserves to be beaten and warned.
From now on, you, Maogui, don't even think about having the final say. I have to put a rope around your neck.
What else could Mao Gui say? He could only mobilize his subordinates and rush to Jining to dredge the canal.
Before them, Li Wenzhong had already waited. Beside him, there were many bamboo sticks... These bamboo sticks were engraved with a thousand-character inscription, which meant that a bundle had exactly one thousand sticks, which was absolutely correct.
When Mao Gui's troops arrived, he gave each of them a bamboo stick. Each group of a thousand people was led to the canal to clean up the mud and dredge the waterway.
The Ming army was highly organized and organized in its work, with no chaos at all.
What's interesting is that Zhang Ximeng adopted a brand new approach. All military pay will be paid once a day and will never be in arrears.
Moreover, Zhang Ximeng also set the standard for military rations at two kilograms per person per day.
What an army eats can most directly reflect the national strength and combat effectiveness... In future generations, those who can eat well and set food standards will only have one portion around the world. Except for rabbits with full vegetable gardening and cooking skills, no one will
Can't do it.
You know, if you work in an office, one steamed bun per meal may be enough, but after you become a soldier, you have to train every day, which consumes a lot of money.
The various ingredients for each meal must be fresh, sufficient, and delicious... It is definitely a terrifying project.
Most countries like to distribute cans that are simple and easy to store, or simply distribute some energy bars and other things to supplement sugar... Anyway, eating staple food must be converted into sugar, so it is better to just give sugar.
Nowadays, canned food, sugar, etc., don’t even think about it... Zhang Ximeng is in charge of logistics. In addition to setting the standards for staple food, he also thinks of many ways to deal with other aspects.
For example, Zhang Ximeng stipulated that each soldier should have two taels of dried prunes, sun-dried eggplant strips, beans, and some bacon every day.
If you are stationed somewhere, you need to build your own vegetable garden and breeding farm to supply your needs.
Moreover, each team is equipped with a varying number of tofu-making soldiers.
Furthermore, Zhang Ximeng also collected many fat pigs from the people, refined lard, and put it into barrels for later use...
If you want to compare it with the logistics of later generations, you don't have to think about it... But at the moment, the Ming army is definitely the best-fed and richest army.
The soldiers who participated in dredging the canal were fortunate enough to experience the logistics of the Ming Dynasty.
There is a large row of iron pots filled with rice and a few pieces of bacon and sausage on top to enhance the flavor.
Then there is the cooking pot, take the plum vegetables, other dried vegetables, and dried mushrooms, put them in the pot and stew them, add a lot of salt, don't be stingy at all.
What was especially eye-popping was that a large spoonful of lard as white as snow was taken out of the barrel and added directly to the pot.
The boiling vegetable soup has an extra layer of thick fat, giving off an attractive sheen. You can smell the aroma from a long distance away.
It made my mouth water.
Without military pay, just this food is worth working for the Ming Dynasty.
At noon, everyone lined up to get their share of food.
Not only are there two people standing in front of everyone, one is Zhang Ximeng and the other is Mao Gui.
Zhang Ximeng took a bowl of rice and a bowl of vegetable soup, and then said to the soldier: "Give it to General Mao from the side. The soup on the side is rich in oil and water and fat!"
Mao Gui had no choice but to accept it. When he came to the side with the vegetable soup, he found that Zhang Ximeng had already eaten it.
"Zhang Xiang, you, do you usually eat this?"
Zhang Ximeng shook his head, "Only when I was in the army, I ate the same thing as everyone else. When I returned to the mansion, I usually ate some noodles. If I was in the province, there were three standard dishes a day, as well as soup, so the food was pretty good.
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Mao Gui lowered his head, staring at the rice and vegetable soup, his eyes widened. He suddenly shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Xiang Zhang, I'm so ashamed... This, this food is really hard to swallow."
Zhang Ximeng smiled slightly and said: "General Mao, don't worry. Think about the time when you were a child. If you had such a bowl of food and a bowl of rice, would you be willing to join the rebel army?"
Mao Gui was stunned, pondered for a long time, and then said helplessly: "Of course I don't want to...I'll eat it!"
There was no other way, so Mao Gui could only lower his head and eat the food reluctantly.
It's just that when he swallowed this thing as if taking medicine, he looked at his subordinates. They were already laughing and full of energy. They were working harder than in the morning.
Mao Gui looked at the crowd, lowered his head again, and pondered silently... He was even more dwarfed by them. He, the "little Zhu Yuanzhang", was a bit too wet!
Not to mention little Zhu Yuanzhang, even little Zhang Ximeng is not enough!
Others are the same on the outside and on the inside, but I do it by chance.
The gap is too big.
Mao Gui blushed and had a fever. On the other side, Guo Ying came, followed by an old man, it was Kong Kejian!
The old man rushed forward and cried in front of Zhang Ximeng, "Greetings to Prime Minister Zhang, please show your respect and spare the Kong family!"
Zhang Ximeng was slightly surprised, "The information is quite good. You came here by yourself before I even went to find you."
Kong Kejian burst into tears, "Prime Minister Zhang, that treacherous son Kong Xixue took advantage of my illness and did whatever he did, and I didn't even know about it!"
"You don't even want your son? That's right, you have quite a few children, so you don't have to feel bad if you don't have any of them." Zhang Ximeng said with a smile: "But if it doesn't work anymore, I'm afraid the Kong family won't be able to continue to exist... I said it.