The rise of the prince

Chapter 779 Bazhou
In late May, the continuous army had arrived in Bazhou and set up camp outside the city of Bazhou. The army did not enter the city for fear of trouble. Tens of thousands of troops camped, stretching for more than ten miles, covering an area far larger than Bazhou. Like dark clouds covering the earth.

The city walls of Bazhou are very high and riddled with holes. The thick rammed earth walls are filled with traces of wooden boards and stones everywhere, like a ragged cotton jacket full of patches. The soldiers patrolled back and forth as before, without any impact.

Perhaps they had gotten used to it long ago, but Li Xingzhou noticed that the patrols were all veterans, so he beckoned Yang Hongzhao over and asked, "This Bazhou is an important town anyway, so I think the garrison is all veterans."

Yang Hongzhao glanced at the top of the city, and his face suddenly became tense, "Your Highness, Bazhou is indeed an important town. Look at the front line of the confrontation with the Liao Kingdom. These walls are riddled with holes. They are caused by friction with the Liao Kingdom for hundreds of years. of.

However, after His Royal Highness seized Yanshan Mansion, Bazhou was no longer an important town. Mr. Wei was the governor of Guanbei Road and Yanshan Mansion Road. Naturally, these elites would be transferred to the north to guard against the Jinren.

And the rest of the veterans" Yang Hongzhao pointed to the repaired city walls, "like these city walls, they have served the country all their lives, but they are also riddled with holes. Do some light work in the army. "

Li Xingzhou nodded after listening, with mixed feelings in his heart, while Yan Shen was still complaining about "what the hell is this place, his mouth is full of sand".

This may be the difference between the Central Plains Dynasty and the North. Whether you say it is a social relationship, or poaching the corner of the country, no matter how difficult the conditions are, they will work hard to maintain those beautiful emotions. The foundation of civilization is like this. flowing.

These veterans have indeed weakened the combat effectiveness of the army, but the army will still choose to give them a place as much as possible, support them, and give them help within their ability.

Li Xingzhou couldn't tell whether this was good or bad. From a utilitarian point of view, this was a bad thing, but from a moral point of view, it seemed reasonable.

He was silent, Yang Hongzhao looked at him nervously, he knew why Yang Hongzhao was nervous.

"My lord, although they are older, some jobs are more efficient than the newcomers. Besides, only they are willing to do some dirty and tiring jobs. Young people are too high-spirited to do it."

In the end, Li Xingzhou grinned: "Don't be nervous, I'm just asking casually, the country owes them, they are full of holes for the country and the people, and they will be helpless in old age."

"Your Highness."

Li Xingzhou sighed, but the country cannot afford to support them. This is the gap between reality and ideals. In terms of productivity in this era, no country can afford to support a large number of old, weak, sick and disabled.

But Bazhou's approach is actually quite a compromise, neither letting the veterans idle, nor driving them away to starve to death.

"It's good. It's a place for them to stay. It's comforting to you and me. It's an explanation to the common people in the world. It can also make people fall asleep to conscience." He said, walking a few minutes Stepping forward, looking at the yellow sand in the sky in front of the city gate, the banners are blowing.

"God is really harsh on people in such a place."

"There are more harsh places further north. People in those places can be good or not, so don't think too much about it."

"Master Yang has been there?" He asked curiously.

Yang Hongzhao nodded, "Your Highness, I also stayed at the border."

At this time, Yan Shen, Wei Yubai, Liu Ji and others also came over. Wei Yubai didn't see anyone at all, and asked them what they said. She was the only one who dared to ask such a question, and everyone knew it.

Li Xingzhou smiled and told them about the veterans, and then pointed to the large camp stretching for more than ten miles in front of him, "After the war is over and the world is pacified, our country will be stronger and more prosperous. Those who have been bloodied and injured will be treated kindly!"

Facing his sonorous words, everyone showed a lot of expectations on their faces.

Liu Xu's mansion is not conspicuous in the capital city. Even though he is the prime minister, he doesn't have too much extravagance in terms of material enjoyment. Probably the late emperor's kindness to him is too great, and many things can be vividly remembered, so he is always used to Put the affairs of Dajin Kingdom before your own affairs.

Today is the day of the Great Court again, he put on his official uniform under the service of two servants who are in their 40s and are old-fashioned.

There are gossips in the streets and alleys, saying that Jingguo has dispatched troops, and now people inside and outside the court are in panic, waiting for a confirmation letter, and no one is at peace these few days.

Dressed up properly, when he left the gate of the mansion, the sedan chair was already waiting, and after getting on the sedan chair, he hurriedly headed towards the palace.

When they arrived at the palace, the emperor hadn't arrived yet, so everyone waited in the side hall.

Liu Xu never formed a clique and always worked hard for the court, but he didn't have a deep personal relationship with many ministers and dignitaries, so he politely met and saluted everyone, and found a remote corner to sit down.

Everyone discussed in low voices, talking about Jing Guo's affairs.

"My servant went out to sell mutton this morning, and I heard from people from the south that Jingguo has indeed sent troops, with an army of 30 to [-]."

"More than that, I heard that there are 50 in the restaurant yesterday!"

"50? Don't brag. It's not a fixed number whether Jingguo will send troops. It's better for you to use others' ambitions to destroy your own prestige, and get 50 troops for Jingguo at once."

"50 is definitely not allowed. In my opinion, there should be 20, at most no more than [-]. Jingguo has a lot of people, but it can't afford to support so many soldiers."

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Everyone was discussing chaotically, at this time another figure came in, it was Wu Linhuang from the Wulin family, he is now an official to the Minister of the Ministry of War, and he is very trusted by the emperor, especially when the army failed to attack Yanshan Mansion last time, the emperor treated his younger brother completely After Yan Yun no longer trusted her.

Often, Wu Linhuang would be summoned to ask about countermeasures, and many people discussed in private that the reason why Wu Linhuang was favored was that he had a lot to do with the disappearance of the Liao King, but these were all speculations without evidence.

Wu Linhuang had just entered the palace, and everyone surrounded him to say hello, he is now a big celebrity in front of the emperor.

Wu Linhuang's face was full of spring breeze, and he opened his mouth as he walked: "When I was on the way, I heard that Jingguo was going to attack, but no matter how powerful Jingguo is, Shanhaiguan, Ningyuan, and Jinzhou can stop them to death.

If it was in the back of Liaodong, then it would be even more peace of mind. Look at the king of Qi, who sent his son back to his old nest in Liaoyang early, tsk tsk tsk, I don’t think it has anything to do with King Qi whether Jing Guo fights or not. "

The moment he opened his mouth, there was a strange air of yin and yang, and the target he pointed at was King Puchayi of Qi. It is true that Wu Linhuang was a celebrity in front of the emperor, but the emperor still handed over the military power to Puchayi, and the two clans of Wulin and Pucha , has never had a face.

"What do you mean by junior, this old man is not!" Sure enough, Pu Chayi at the other end stood up with a dissatisfied expression.

(End of this chapter)