When the great eunuch Feng Bao finished researching the ink, he picked up the langhao and spread out a blank booklet, preparing to record it...
Zhang Juzheng was pondering on the soft couch, and first asked the emperor: "But I don't know what your majesty means... is it war or peace?"
Zhu Yijun gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "I have made up my mind. I want to mobilize 30,000 Liao cavalry and 20,000 Zhejiang soldiers. The total number of soldiers from Xuanfu, Datong, Gansu and Ning will be 100,000. They will attack in four directions.
Destroy Guihua City, this battle...will definitely uproot the royal court of Shunyi!"
The slightly hoarse voice of the young emperor made Feng Bao frightened, and the hand holding the wolf hair trembled, as if at this moment.
The emperor he had watched growing up finally revealed his warlike nature. Even at a young age, he wanted to plan such a large-scale war.
But Feng Baoben felt something was wrong.
Then he raised his head.
He secretly looked at Zhang Juzheng.
Zhang Juzheng did not object, but mused: "It is not appropriate to have a decisive battle with the Shunyi Royal Court at this time... it is too early... five years too early."
One sentence.
Feng Bao breathed a sigh of relief, and soon cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He had mixed feelings in his heart. Who taught the emperor?
It was Zhang Juzheng who taught me step by step.
This pair of master and disciple...
One is crazy and the other is arrogant.
It’s almost like it’s printed from the same mold!
So after a period of silence, Zhu Yijun said bitterly: "What the Grand Master said is true."
at this time.
Zhang Juzheng finally opened his eyes, looked at him, and said in a lecturing tone: "Those who achieve great things should be cautious about haste and use patience. How can military and national affairs be trivial?"
The words fell.
Feng Bao began to sweat again. Knowing that this was the old habit of the Grand Master, he instinctively wanted to teach the emperor a lesson. He hurriedly took another peek at the emperor.
But all I saw was.
The emperor endured it silently, just clenched his fists and said, "But... I can't swallow this breath."
"Tolerate!"
At this moment, Zhang Juzheng's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he said in a low voice: "Be patient for a while, just plan it slowly, with the Zhejiang and Liao armies as the main forces, it will take three to five years as soon as possible, or ten years as slow as possible, our Ming Dynasty will sweep the Tatars
, Wala... let him never be reincarnated forever!"
Feng Bao was stunned.
He secretly glanced at the emperor again, and saw that the emperor was clenching his back molars, lowering his head, clenching his fists, and seemed to be silent.
Maybe he felt that his attitude was too harsh.
Woke up with a start.
Zhang Juzheng hurriedly softened his attitude and said hoarsely: "Your Majesty, the war machine is not mature yet, it is not easy to mobilize large troops, and it is not difficult to defeat the enemy. The Tatar tribe is a group of barbarians, and they are not of the same mind...
"
When speaking.
Zhang Juzheng shouted: "Write it down."
As Feng Bao hurriedly concentrated on recording.
Then I heard the Taishi speaking calmly and eloquently: "In the opinion of the veteran, all the Tatar tribes should be suppressed and appeased at the same time. Your Majesty can issue a decree to reward the tribes of Magui in Hetao. Magui will be grateful."
, to Bingtu, Qilitu’s various tribes can also show small favors, which will definitely make him alienate... I will be very grateful to all the tribes who are the confidants of King Shunyi..."
When saying this.
Zhang Juzheng's godless eyes shot out two fierce rays, and said fiercely: "According to His Majesty's wishes, we can mobilize elite soldiers from all directions to kill all his people, destroy his clan, and avoid future troubles forever!"
These murderous words were like the arrogant and domineering Tatar Khan, who was nothing more than a local chicken and a tile dog in the eyes of the first prime minister of the Ming Dynasty.
These words.
It also boosted Zhu Yijun's spirits, and he carefully calculated in his heart the pros and cons of Taishi's strategy, what should be differentiated, what should be drawn together...
Kill what should be killed!
This sophisticated arrangement and deployment of troops was like a sharp knife cutting through the hemp rope, making Zhu Yijun ponder and his eyes gradually became clear.
But after saying so many words in one breath, Zhang Juzheng became a little weak again, began to wheeze slightly and coughed.
A few light coughs.
Feng Bao became worried, so he quickly put down his wolf hair and walked out, asking Ma Jintang, a famous doctor in Dingzhou, to come over quickly for diagnosis and treatment.
So after another period of fuss, Zhu Yijun said in a complicated mood: "Grand Master, please rest in peace and take care of your body. I... will go back to the palace now."
Zhang Juzheng nodded and responded. He pricked up his ears and listened to the emperor's hurried steps. He walked out of the study and let out a sigh from the corner of his mouth.
The Tatars invaded the border areas.
He had already expected it. He was a personal participant in the Longqing Peace Conference, so he naturally understood the consequences of being contentious.
Over the past ten years, he worked hard and made sharp reforms to build an elite Liao army. He also mobilized the Zhejiang army to guard the capital and asked Qi Jiguang to rectify the nine borders, just to prevent the unyielding Tatars from tearing up the peace treaty.
After all, there is such a thing as peace negotiation...
Worse than shit!
At this moment, Zhang Juzheng only hated that his body was not living up to expectations, and he suddenly fell ill. This illness disrupted his overall plan.
"Why."
A slight sigh.
Infinitely regretful.
Zhang Juzheng, who was in unbearable pain, sighed in his heart. If God opened his eyes and gave him another five years, it would only take five years!
Until then.
The old men of Anda Khan on the grassland were almost dead, but he carefully cultivated a horse-riding emperor for the Ming Dynasty.
Until then.
Zhang Juzheng is 70% to 80% certain that he will carve out a world for the Ming Dynasty, and that it will be a matter of a hundred years for the Ming Dynasty to survive, and even...
Seal the wolf and live in Xu, especially unknown!
pity.
Amidst the bursts of pain, Zhang Juzheng gradually fainted, but the corners of his mouth full of pain slightly raised, muttering to himself.
"There is still something that can be done, there is still something that can be done..."
Three or four days later.
Datong.
General Military Mansion.
A curfew has been imposed on the streets.
Shen Lie, Li Rusong, and the three brothers Ma Lin acted separately. In Datong and Xuanfu, they prepared for war and sent a large number of spies to the 600-mile Great Wall defense line to guard against possible surprise attacks by the Tatars.
But we were on tight guard for several days.
The brothers did not wait for the Tatar army, but they waited for the imperial edict, which scolded the three of them.
The eunuch who came to convey the order stood in the yamen, holding a bright yellow silk cloth in his hand, with a cold face, and did not save any face for the three brothers.
He cursed loudly, making Shen Lie and the other two people look confused. They silently summarized the core idea of this decree in their hearts.
They probably blamed the three of them for being too impatient and not knowing how to advance or retreat...
Accepted the will.
Li Rusong, who was holding the imperial edict in his hand, touched his head and looked around, and some doubts arose in his heart: "This tone... doesn't sound like the emperor."
Shen Lie and Ma Lin looked at each other.
Think about it.
He slapped her on the thigh.
"Okay."
This tone.
Duoduo means Taishi!
really.
With a wink, the eunuch who delivered the order waved away, and then secretly stuffed an iron box sealed with lacquer.
The brothers immediately understood and knew that Jingzhong had other plans, so they quickly took the iron box, closed the door and studied it carefully.
A long letter.
No matter how small or small it is.
It is densely packed with fine print, telling the whole story about the arrangements for this battle, including which Tatar tribes can be won over and which ones can be ignored...
There are even some tribes that have secretly taken refuge in the Ming Dynasty. How to contact them and how to cooperate internally and externally are all clearly written.
