"Let them goose march for three days first, and remove the generals who were in the previous guard. If the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, if the generals are useless, it will be useless to train the sergeants well." Zhu Gaojie instructed,
"Observe more and find capable people from the sergeants to fill the vacancies left by the removal of general officers. Tell these sergeants that as long as they perform well, they will be promoted quickly!"
Chirong nodded: "Don't worry, I'll take care of this."
…
In the empty and cold imperial study room, the old man put down the last memorial and rubbed his sore eyebrows.
After becoming the emperor, Zhu Di realized that he actually didn't like this career very much. He sat in the imperial study and battled wits and courage with the memorials and scribes every day, which was boring and boring.
When he was King of Yan, Zhu Di felt that the throne of the emperor was full of temptations. However, when he finally got there, he found that it was nothing more than that. It would be better to be a prince and relax. But he still tried his best to be a good emperor, because
I spent countless hours on this career that I didn’t like very much.
This is not because he is having trouble with himself, Zhu Di just wants to prove to himself and to Zhu Yuanzhang, who has long since fallen asleep, that he is stronger than Jianwen. In Zhu Di's hands, the prosperous age of the Ming Dynasty has arrived!
"Little orange."
Zhu Di shouted, and Tang Cheng, the eunuch holding a fly whisk, came over and saluted respectfully: "What are your orders, Lord Long Live?"
"I heard that King Qi is training troops?" Zhu Di asked casually.
The prince is training troops, and I am afraid that the emperor will be suspicious again, but if this prince is Prince Qi, there seems to be no problem.
King Qi succeeded the British Duke and became a representative of the new generation of military. If his army cannot even come to the fore, then it means there is something wrong.
Everything is in balance. King Qi can directly control part of the army, provided that it is within Zhu Di's control. The price is that King Qi can no longer be supported by civil servants like the prince. This is a principle.
question.
If a prince is both a representative of civil servants and a representative of military officials, then who is the emperor?
Eunuch representative?
Tang Cheng said: "Your Majesty, King Qi is training the palace guards in Songlu Mountain."
"How many soldiers are there in Songlu Mountain?" Zhu Di frowned slightly.
"Less than a thousand people." Tang Cheng replied.
After hearing this, Zhu Di nodded slightly.
Songlu Mountain is in the capital. The emperor can allow King Qi to have a hundred thousand troops in the southwest, but he will never allow King Qi to have too many troops in the capital. This will directly threaten the emperor's rule.
The palace guards of less than a thousand people are nothing. There are hundreds of thousands of troops in the three major battalions outside the capital, and there are five soldiers and horses in the city, with twelve guards. King Qi's palace guards of less than a thousand people,
In front of the huge army in the capital, he was like a piece of cake, with too little to fill his teeth.
Zhu Di said with a smile: "This kid is interesting. The King of Han's people have begun a full-scale attack, and the Procuratorate is in trouble. The prince is very busy, but he is so leisurely and still has time to train troops. This is true.
Don’t take the King of Han and Zheng Zhichang seriously..."
The emperor's voice suddenly stopped.
Tang Cheng was a little confused, but found that Zhu Di touched his chin, as if he suddenly thought of something.
"Haha, it's getting more and more interesting!"
Zhu Di suddenly laughed, "King Qi, Prince, these two people are full of evil ideas. I didn't realize it until now. I think the King of Han will be dumbfounded this time. This is going to cause a big stir."
Tang Cheng didn't know why, he just felt that the emperor had convulsions again.
King Qi's people are training troops in Songlu Mountain, what big news can they make?
…
"Damn it, run faster!"
"The one hundred households that run the slowest will be punished with five military sticks each!"
Chi Rong chased after him with a stick. The soldiers ran as fast as they could. If they ran too slowly, they would just hit him with a stick. If Chi Rong was really the only one, how could he drive nearly a thousand people over by himself?
But Prince Qi was too ruthless. He selected fifty people as "pickets", wore red armbands, and carried wooden sticks with Chi Rong to drive them away.
"Brother, as for being so cruel, I am also from Yangzhou, and we are fellow villagers in the same province!" A sergeant shouted angrily to the pickets who were "pursuing" behind him.
The picket chased after him desperately and responded: "Fellow, don't blame me for being evil. The prince said that the one with the best performance in the picket will be the picket chief. If you really treat me as a fellow, help me get promoted!"
"I'll give you a promotion like your mother's, and I'll get a stick and you will get a promotion. Why do you think it's so beautiful!" the sergeant roared.
The picket was amused: "Good boy, don't run away. I'll catch you and beat you today!"
Zhu Gaojie counted the time and calculated that it had been more than half a month since he came to Songlu Mountain to train troops.
Within half a month, he clearly felt that the palace guards, which numbered less than a thousand people, had gone away from their normal state of corruption and had become the prototype of qualified sergeants.
Chirong praised: "It's only been half a month, but this army seems to have changed its body. It has transformed from a rabble into an army that is gradually taking shape. It's amazing!"
"It's still far from enough." Zhu Gaojie said with a smile, "What I want is not a barely qualified army. What I want is to build them into a top-notch army and build them into a silent army."
"The Army of Silence?" Chirong was a little confused, "What is the Army of Silence?"
Zhu Gaojie said slowly: "A silent army is when I stand on the general platform to lecture. Although the soldiers below have different appearances, different nationalities, different places, and different habits, they have the same belief.
In the same place, listening to the same voice and looking in the same direction, they looked up at me in silence. And when I asked them to charge, they could charge at enemies several times or even dozens of times without hesitation.
Even if there is only one soldier left in the end, he will continue to fight bloody battles."
The morale of the army is not static. When the army suffers too many casualties, its morale will dissipate, the sergeants will begin to flee, and its combat effectiveness will naturally collapse.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Generally speaking, a normal army will be defeated if its casualties reach 30%. An army that can achieve 50% casualties without being defeated can be said to have always been a disciplined army.
Iron army.
When the casualties of a large unit reach more than 70%, no matter how tenacious this unit is, it will be difficult for it to have effective combat effectiveness. Because their number is not enough, it will be difficult for them to gather together on the battlefield to form an effective impact.
Chirong laughed when he heard this: "My lord, you look down upon these people too much. I admit that these people have made great progress, but where is their upper limit? How can a group of rabble transform into the silent army you call it?"
Fighting to the last man, even the 3,000 battalions I led before cannot reach the level you said!"
While the two were joking, gongs and drums were sent to the palace of the Han Dynasty.
"Come, Mr. Su, Mr. Zheng, I would like to toast you two gentlemen!"
The King of Han's face glowed red, and he drank the cup in one gulp.
Su Qing, a staff member of the palace, and Zheng Zhichang looked at each other and raised their glasses in return.
"Mr. Zheng has made great achievements this time. He is our chief meritorious official!" Su Qing said with a smile.
Zheng Zhichang waved his hand: "Where is it? I am a humble person, but it is only because of the promotion of the prince and Mr. Su that I am what I am today."
The King of Han patted Zheng Zhichang on the shoulder, laughed and said: "Now it seems that the crouching dragon and phoenix chick are not as good as my Mr. Zheng!"
Zhu Gaojie was training troops in Songlu Mountain, and the Han king's party was not idle either.
They are frantically fighting against the princelings. Every morning, the cabinet scholars will look at hundreds of impeachment papers on the eucalyptus and meditate. Among them, there are those who impeach the princelings by the Han Dynasty Party, and some who impeach the Han Dynasty Party by the princelings.
In half a month, hundreds of officials were imprisoned in the capital!
After paying a heavy price, the King of Han finally achieved fruitful results - the princelings suffered heavy losses, and all their relatives stayed behind closed doors.
Liu Guan, the left-wing censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, took the blame and resigned. There is no one in the Metropolitan Procuratorate who is a princeling!
While the three of them were drinking and having fun, someone from the palace came.
The eunuch who delivered the order said loudly: "According to the emperor's oral instructions, Zheng Zhichang, the censor of the right capital of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, neglected his duties and abused his power for personal gain. He was relegated to the position of minister of the Ministry of punishment. I admire this!"
The palace of Prince Han suddenly became quiet.
"Wait, is there something wrong?" King Han was a little confused.
The eunuch who delivered the order bowed his head and said: "Your Majesty Han, this is the order of Lord Long Live. How dare you, this servant, commit fraud."
The King of Han felt that all his strength was gone, and he collapsed on the chair. His brain was not enough: "What is this, what is the emperor doing?"
The members of the King of Han Dynasty finally suppressed the Crown Prince at all costs, but when they were celebrating, God made a big joke - "Zheng Zhichang was demoted."
It would be fine if he was relegated to another department. The Ministry of Punishment, it took the Crown Prince more than ten years to make them a piece of metal!
From Zheng Ci, to later Lu Zhen, to Liu Guan, to today's Wuzhong, there have been four successive ministers of the Ministry of Punishment, all of whom are princelings!
Zheng Zhichang rebelled from the princeling party to the Han Dynasty party, and now he is relegated to the Minister of Justice. How can he be torn apart by the Ministry of Punishment?
The King of Han pushed Zheng Zhichang to the forefront, hoping that Zheng Zhichang could help him defeat the princelings. Now that the princelings have not yet fallen, Zheng Zhichang fell first.
"Why, I don't understand why the emperor suddenly changed the direction and intervened in this matter." The king of Han racked his brains to understand how he lost.
Su Qing said quietly: "Before, we were only focused on fighting the princes, and when we encountered a princeling, we would fight each other, but we actually forgot one important thing."
"What's going on?" King Han and Zheng Zhichang stared at Su Qing.
Su Qing took a deep breath: "Balance!"
When the king of Han heard this, his face turned ashen.
He finally understood why he lost.
No wonder King Qi was indifferent to the attacks of the Han Dynasty, and no wonder the princelings who had been impeccable before suddenly became full of flaws.
They didn't need to do anything, they just looked at each other coldly and watched the King of Han become arrogant.
King Qi, the prince, and the king of Han have reached a perfect triangular balance. Whoever breaks the balance first will lose first.
The King of Han was the one who broke the balance.