The four hundred and sixty-fourth palm wants to train the new army
As the Mid-Autumn Festival approaches, Bianliang City becomes lively again.
The port of Bianhe River is still busy. The accents from the north and the south at the water gate are mixed, and the vendors doing business with the merchants are shouting at them.
The football market in the city was still full. The young and old in Bianliang City as well as merchants and tourists from all over the city cheered loudly for the team they supported.
An earlier palace coup seemed to have been forgotten by the people of Bianliang. No matter who became the emperor, they would still have to live the same life.
People in the capital are often the most enthusiastic about talking about the political disputes between the DPRK and China. Especially when talking to outsiders, they are full of superiority, either pretending to be mysterious or shouting loudly. The people in Bianliang during the Song Dynasty were even more so.
It's a good thing, but this time no one wants to talk about it.
In the past, if there were foreign merchants in wine shops and teahouses who couldn't help but ask about important events in the court, the people of Bianliang could not wait to roll up their sleeves and talk about it all day and night.
Nowadays, when businessmen ask, idle men in Bianliang often raise their eyebrows and say: "You can ask about our affairs in Bianliang? Naturally, the affairs of the DPRK are taken care of by the ministers of the DPRK. It is your turn to worry about it. You are
Which year did he become a Jinshi?"
It's not because of anything else, it's because a great killer appeared in Bianliang, the new king Jinwei Duweifu.
These people are all-pervasive. If a minister of any family says something that he shouldn't say, even if he complains a few words to his beloved wife and concubine in bed at night, he will be called out in court the next morning, frightening the garrulous minister.
I can't even stand still.
What's even worse is that they are not only pervasive, but also notoriously cruel and vicious. Jinliangqiao killed more than 300 ministers and officials at once, and the blood stained the river. The Forbidden Army General Men family was killed as the leader of the rebellion.
Heads of people are rolling. This happened not long ago, how can people dare to think about it again?
There are differences between the Forbidden Army family and the civil servants. Civil servants usually have one generation of officials, and it is very rare to be an official for at most three or four generations. But the Forbidden Army family has been the local leader of Bianliang from the founding of the country to the present, and everything in its hands is
The most profitable industry.
The common people of Bianliang have more or less connections with them. The imperial family was so brutally punished that they were almost uprooted. How could they not be frightening?
At this time, the imperial troops had been driven out of Bianliang one by one and went to Hebei area, preparing to dig ditches and straighten the canal.
In the former campus of the Forbidden Army, several large and magnificent new camps were built.
Hundreds of cows dragging heavy mills are compacting the playground. Yang Lin, standing next to him, is directing everyone to transform the camp of the Forbidden Army. The northwest army has left half of it one after another and returned to the northwest land to garrison, especially Dangxiang.
Almost all people left.
The place where the Dangxiang people are located is the original territory of Xixia. The situation there is very complicated and requires heavy military guarding, otherwise various tribes will inevitably cause trouble.
In terms of bravery and fighting ability alone, Dangxiang's individual soldiers were better than the Mongols. Even when Genghis Khan was at the height of his power and Xixia was already in decay, he could still drive Genghis Khan crazy on the sandbank.
If it weren't for the small size of this nation, I'm afraid the harm in history would have been greater.
As a result, there were only 50,000 or 60,000 soldiers left in Bianliang. Yang Lin planned to train a real Beijing-based Forbidden Army on the basis of the Forbidden Army, so that he could fight for himself in future wars.
With a camp of 600,000 men, and space for weapons and food, it is not difficult to recruit and train an army of men from good families.
Song Jiang stood aside. Yang Lin was now taller. He was about the same height as Song Jiang when they first met, but now he is a head taller than him.
"Young Master, this camp is about to be completed. When will we start recruiting troops?"
Yang Lin smiled and said: "Let those forbidden troops dig canals and know the joy of labor, and then recruit them. The recruits we want this time must be selected at all levels. There are previous examples of the Jurchens overthrowing the Liao Dynasty.
In front of me, behind me Wanyan Xiyin killed 50,000 people, causing rivers of blood to flow from the Central Plains.
All these lessons have taught me one truth, elite soldiers are more valuable than many. This time to train an elite Han army, I want absolute elites. The number is only about 50,000. As for the conditions for recruiting soldiers, they must be strict.
Strict. The first is that the ancestors are innocent, and no adulterer or criminal is allowed within the third generation; the second is that those who are tall, have stubborn or hidden diseases are not allowed to join the army; the third is that there must be brothers in the family to support their parents, and only sons are not allowed to join the army."
Song Jiang nodded and said: "Young Master is right. When I was in the Karakhan Dynasty, those Uighurs often had hundreds of thousands of troops. They looked scary, but who knew they would disperse in a single attack and surrender in a single attack."
Before Yang Lin had time to learn about Kara Khan, he couldn't help but ask after hearing the words: "Are the people left behind by Kara Khan reliable? Can they control the Western Region?"
"Don't worry, Young Master, we are all our trusted brothers."
Yang Lin curled his lips, not very satisfied with this point. Song Jiang was otherwise fine, but he liked to form cliques too much. How could the loyalty of Jianghu be used in the operation of a frontier official?
Fortunately, now that I have my hands free, I can slowly solve the problem in the northwest. Not only the Karakhan but also Tubo were included in the Song Dynasty in a hurry. I didn't have time to take care of it carefully. After all, I was in a hurry to come back and participate in the Liao-Jin conflict.
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"Why haven't you captured any of the Karakhan royal family?"
Song Jiang waved his hand and said: "Those birdmen have already perished. They are still showing off their arrogance and let me kill them all."
"Cut it off? What a pity!" Yang Lin bared his teeth and asked, "The princesses of Karahan should all be pretty beauties, right?"
"Hey! Shaozai, you are wrong. Those bird princesses are all smoky and flirtatious, they have foxy faces, and they don't have the slightest bit of boldness. They are a million miles away from our Han women.
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Yang Lin's heart bleeds. This black guy is just a stick who doesn't understand the charm. A foxy girl has the advantages of a foxy girl. What the hell is being bold and generous? Is she a good woman who has to kowtow to him?
Yang Lin's heart was as sharp as a knife when he thought of all the princesses from the Western Regions being destroyed by this fat black man.
At this time, the camp in front has been consolidated, and dozens of riders and horses are running back and forth on it. There is not much smoke and dust rolled up. Yang Lin said: "Let's go over and have a look."
When he got closer, there were not many potholes on the ground that had been trampled by horse hooves. Yang Lin nodded and said: "Yes, Bianliang City has too much powder. This Han Dynasty city has not had this kind of martial atmosphere for many years.
I'm afraid it dates back to the time of Sejong Chai Rong. Some stone locks, archery targets, and stables were placed nearby. This new army needed to practice not only formation, strength, but also riding and shooting.
Over there, set up another lecture hall, and I will send people to teach these soldiers how to read and write."
The fighting men around looked at each other in confusion. Do you still have to study to be a soldier?
Yang Lin has great pride in his heart. Unlike the barbarians of the Yi, Di, and barbarians, what he wants to train is a pure army of the Han family!