Battlefield discipline was established very early by Zhao Xi and has been implemented in the guard camp and even the new army.
Zhao Xi formulated detailed battlefield disciplines based on reality and future generations.
For example, when collecting spoils of war, he relaxed the ownership rights of non-military materials, which means whoever seizes them gets it.
For example, regarding the issue of killing prisoners, he stipulated how those who were discovered and reported the killing of prisoners should be held accountable, but did not stipulate that prisoners could not be killed.
But the Ten Kill Order was copied entirely.
Anyone who escapes from battle, refuses to save his life, is afraid of death, surrenders to the enemy and rebels, delays the opportunity to fight, disobeys military orders, leaks military aircraft, lies about military information, or shakes the morale of the military will all be killed!
Zhao Xi intends to build an iron army, which requires clear and enforceable disciplines. We cannot think of it as it is today, which is too arbitrary.
At this time, Zhao Xi also presented all the articles of association he had drafted to all his father-in-law.
In a sense, this meeting, this pre-war headquarters meeting, should finalize many war-related matters.
When Zhao Xi formulated the relevant regulations, he first took advice from the soldiers and communicated with the guards of the guard camp many times. Even Di Qing was deeply involved.
Basically, the doors that should be opened are open and the doors that should be closed are closed. We have chosen an appropriate point in terms of discipline and humanity.
It works! This is a judgment on all Zhao Xi’s charters.
To be honest, whether it is war or peacetime, when it comes to the management of the military, a lot of it is dominated by people, or it depends entirely on people.
After all, those soldiers are all illiterate roughnecks, and no literati would be willing to abandon their literary talents and write regulations for the military that are suitable for rough guys to understand.
Zhao Xi didn't care about this, and was accustomed to explaining things in straightforward terms.
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It's finally time to go on an expedition.
Farewell is a story and routine before going on an expedition.
Zhao Zhen was a little worried, and so was the Queen. However, the women in the East Palace seemed to be much calmer... My man said that even among millions of rebels, he had a chance of survival.
The trust in Zhao Xi is almost blind, so the East Palace is much calmer about Zhao Xi's expedition than the officials and empress.
"Father, mother, please wait for the success of the child. This battle will surely be the beginning of great victory for our Song Dynasty!"
Not only to comfort the hearts of parents, but also because there is no need to be modest anymore at this time. War requires determination to move forward from top to bottom.
Zhao Zhen did not perform any ceremony for his son to be appointed commander... He was still confused and did not want to lose his son's influence among the people and even the courtiers if he failed this time.
Di Qing was appointed before the war, and Zhao Zhen had a plan to make Di Qing take the blame.
Unfortunately, it was not considered a success. Di Qing only assumed the title of deputy commander-in-chief of the front line. In other words, the main responsibility for the victory or defeat of this war still lies with his son.
"In everything, you must put yourself first! Xi'er, your responsibility is not one or two battles, but the entire country..."
Zhao Xi understands what Dad thinks and says, and this is also the truth.
The imperial court did not hold an expedition ceremony, and there was not even any publicity like during the Southern Expedition.
This is the consensus of the emperor and the political hall. The long-term defeat has made them afraid to do those rituals that will eventually become a joke.
But with the constant flow of urgent deliveries and the colander-like court, the battle against Xia has been known to the entire Bianliang.
Likewise, people's expectations for the East Palace Guard Camp have never diminished over the years.
Ever since the first beacon fire was lit, there have been people waiting in front of the gate of the guard camp every day...
The moment the guard camp stopped coming in and out and the camp gate was closed, everyone knew...the guard camp was about to go on an expedition.
Still in the Yin Dynasty, Zhao Xi still chose to leave without disturbing the people.
However, when the guard camp formed its entire team and left the gate of the guard camp, starting from the gate of the guard camp and ending outside the west gate of Bianliang City, both sides of the spacious street were densely packed with people...
The guard camp moved forward silently, and people just watched silently. Except for the neat footsteps of the guards' soldiers, the whole street seemed like there was no one there.
Watching the soldiers from the escort camp passing by, people did not leave, but followed them spontaneously, their footsteps messy, but still silently, just following.
As the saying goes, no one is born a bitch.
It's not that the people of the country really like to live in a state of intoxication, nor that the people can accept the court's foreign policy of compromise, but the country's years of failure have forced the people to accept the fact that they are inferior to others.
Over the years, the guard battalion's stunning performance time and again has ignited hope among the people of the country, hoping that the Western Expedition commanded by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will give them an opportunity to face foreign countries with pride.
"Kill the Western thieves! Increase the prestige of the country!"
Someone in the crowd shouted, just like that, it was like a fuse lighting a firecracker...
In an instant, the whole Bianliang was boiling!
"Kill the Western thieves! Increase the prestige of the country!"
"Kill the Western thieves! Increase the prestige of the country!"
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Everyone shouted along...
Zhao Xi's eyes were moist. To be honest, in any era, there are no unlucky people, only...forget it, let's not mention it.
"Your Highness..."
All the instructors from the escort battalion will go out with the army this time, including Xue Xiang and Li Jie, who will be in charge of the transportation of grain and grass to Zizhong.
For the first time, Lu Gongzhu felt a little choked up. This was not only a farewell, but also a kind of expectation!
"This is already the case, then we will tell the people that this battle will definitely live up to everyone's expectations!"
Arrogant and proud, laughing at thousands of waves
Hot blood is better than red sunlight
Courage is like iron and bone is like fine steel
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With a lead singer, thousands of soldiers from the guard camp sang this song in unison, "Men should strengthen themselves!"
Outside the west gate, the ministers and servants of the court stood in order.
The words "Kill the Western thieves and enhance the country's prestige" had already shocked them... The country and the dynasty had fought countless battles, but they had never been separated like today, and there was no old example of the people speaking out to strengthen the soldiers' power and courage.
This time...
Immediately afterwards, I heard thousands of people in the guard camp singing "Men should strengthen themselves!"
To be honest, even if you are old enough to know your destiny, facing such a scene, you can't help but feel excited.
“There is still a long way to go!”
"What the people want, what the people want, what the people expect. Zhigui, maybe the strategy of the country should really change!"
How many disastrous defeats in battles, and twenty years of silence about military affairs, have caused so much resentment among the people of the country?
With the people voluntarily lining the streets to see him off, the farewells of the court officials seemed to be dispensable.
All the gentlemen just patted Zhao Xi on the shoulder silently...it seemed that all the words were piled into this pat.
In fact, Zhao Xi wanted them to punch him in the chest. That was the farewell ceremony that should be done when going to war.
Dozens of carriages were parked, the hatches were opened, and the drivers were in place...
"Wan Sheng!"
Zhao Xi put his right hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and shouted. Then all the soldiers in the guard camp suddenly stood at attention...