Dragon map of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 586 At the First Military Conference of Beiwu Hall

Although Hanzhong was settled, the current situation was unstable, Mu Jing and Xi Zhicai did not dare to leave Nanzheng for too long, and they started their return journey early the next morning.

On the way back, the march was slow.

"Although this man is the son of the leader of Shenlang and Qiang, he is of mixed Han and Qiang blood after all. He is not recognized by the Han people and will not be taken over by the Qiang people. Do you think this man can succeed?" Xi Zhicai thought for a whole night, depressed The question in my heart still came out.

"do not know!"

Mu Jing rode on horseback and walked slowly, with a relaxed and happy smile on his lips.

"I don't know?" Xi Zhicai was very dissatisfied with this answer.

"I really don't know!"

Mu Jing said: "Using him, just at the right time, is just an idle move in this game of strategic deployment. As for whether he can succeed, it depends on his luck!"

"If he fails, we will lose a lot!"

When Xi Zhicai heard the words, a black line appeared on his forehead: "According to your promise, weapons, food, armor, and even sending troops to support, for us, if there is no harvest for this effort, it will be a serious loss! "

"Zhicai, have you ever done business?"

"Business?"

"The way of merchants is also known as the way!" Mu Jing said softly: "Investment and income sometimes don't need to be directly proportional. We must have an adventurous attitude to make a lot of money. If you don't try it, how do you know?" What if it doesn't work?"

He paused, and his voice became passionate: "If this happens, we will make a lot of money. With the help of the wolf and the Qiang, we can tear a hole in the Qiang tribe, and the strong soldiers will drive straight in, like a back garden. You can come and go freely, you can get population resources, and you can also get geographical advantages. You can peek at Liangzhou in the north, and you can go to Bashu in the south. Whatever you say, this one is a gamble!"

"Take a step back, it doesn't matter if this matter fails, or you die young, we will treat it as a failed investment, and someone can afford this little loss!"

Mu Jing's words made Xi Zhicai fall into thinking.

This is indeed the case, the risks are great, but the benefits are even greater. Now Hanzhong needs this road that can open up the outside world.

"Are you really not afraid that if he gains power, he will bite you back in the future?" Xi Zhicai was the second puzzled: "Min Wu, although he has Han blood, has the temperament of Qiang people, fierce and arrogant, unruly, and hard to tame. !"

"I am not the only one who chooses him. Lang Xiao has seven sons, and he is not the only one who is unsuccessful. I choose him. Do you know why?"

Mu Jing narrowed his eyes, and there was a meaningful light in his eyes.

Xi Zhicai read the information about Min Wu sent by Jing Wusi last night. This detailed investigation information showed him the first half of Min Wu's life: "You mean his filial piety?"

Confucianism governs the world with filial piety.

Min Wu has filial piety, something Qiang people don’t have. Even though Min Wu’s care is only for this mother, he has a bottom line after all. The way of Confucianism can regulate life, and the way of enlightenment can suppress animal nature.

He suddenly understood the reason why Mu Jing attached great importance to Min Wu. Mu Jing had a big heart, and he wanted to solve things that were so big that the Qin and Han dynasties could not solve them. It was so difficult, but it was not hopeless.

"Although Min Wu's mother is an ordinary woman, she has a pure heart. She has taught Min Wu too many interests of the Han people. I have never been afraid of foreigners, but what I want is to completely assimilate them, not all of a sudden. Submit, if I want to Sinicize them, I need someone who has an absolute understanding of Han culture, and he must also be a Qiang!" Mu Jing said: "Min Wu is the best candidate, not just Shenlang Qiang , but the entire Qiang tribe!"

"I hope our efforts will not be in vain!"

Xi Zhicai said lightly that he fully approved Mujing's plan.

"The less people know about this matter, the better. In the future, you will personally arrange the things you provide to him. Remember, not only weapons and food, but also people, and military advisers who can advise him must be given!"

"You want to control him from this aspect?" Xi Zhicai's eyes lit up.

"wrong!"

The corners of Mujing's mouth slightly raised: "There is a saying that goes, those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black. I have been too close to Xi Zhi, and I have become black-bellied. I believe that Min Wu has contacted more Han people. He You'll be smart too!"

"roll!"

Xi Zhicai yelled at Mujing angrily, this bitch teased himself whenever he got the chance, is it easy for him? Thief ship.

However, Mujing was right in saying that those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black. He began to think, should he send those shrewd counselors to Min Wu to advise him. There are still too few people around him that he can use. You have to discuss it with Hu Zhao, Hu Zhao has a lot of talents in his hands.

When they went there, they went fast, and the speed was naturally fast, but they didn't call for the return trip. It took a full day and a half, and they entered Nanzheng City at noon the next day.

After returning to Nanzheng City, the two began to get busy.

Because Beiwutang is about to convene most of the generals under Mujun's command for a military meeting. This is a big meeting after breaking out of Hanzhong last year. It is also a meeting with the purpose of disarmament, which is very important.

Whether it's Mu Jing, Xi Zhicai, or even Hu Zhao, they are all planning closely, trying their best to prevent things from collapsing.

Amidst the busy schedule, the time has entered the beginning of July.

In July, the rainy season, the sky in Nanzheng began to become gloomy and uncertain. It might be sunny in the morning, but at noon, it suddenly seemed to be a heavy rain, or an endless torrential rain.

In this cloudy weather, Liu Jin, the last tycoon of the Minghou Mansion, who is in charge of the South Study Room, entered Nanzheng.

Minghou Mansion is naturally respected by Minghou Mujing, under Mujing, the head of Minghou Mansion Shi Hu Zhao is second, he can handle major civil and military affairs, and then Sima of Minghou Mansion, and Minghou Mansion Master, Sima Xizhicai is in charge of Beiwu In the hall, all military affairs under the command of the Marquis of Ming Dynasty are dispatched, and Liu Jin, the chief bookkeeper, is in charge of the South Study Room, and dispatches the government affairs of the two counties of Hanzhong and Nanyang.

At noon on July [-]rd, in the lobby of the mansion, the five giants in charge of the torrential Minghou Mansion, respected by Mu Jing, Hu Zhaoci sat, Xi Zhicai and Liu Jin sat on the left and right, and there was another, beautifully called his The consultant of Minghou's mansion should be enshrined, and he is also the current Shangshu, Cai Yong.

"Everyone, the generals of all ministries have gathered in Nanzheng, and the disarmament is imminent, and it is imperative that we need your final opinion on this matter!" Mu Jing attaches great importance to everyone present, because this is his future team.

Since Mu Shan's death in battle, he has no hope for the Han Dynasty.

He has struggled.

Also gave up.

Now, he understands the path he will take in the future. In this chaotic world, if he wants to keep himself and his family, there is only one way, and that is to make himself stronger, and stronger and stronger, until he is so powerful that there is no sky above him. , there is no master in the sky.

"My lord, are you sure you want to disarm?"

Liu Jin was puzzled: "In fact, with our current capabilities, as long as we survive the most difficult year, we can still support these soldiers. These are all elites!"

"There is no need to discuss this, it must be done!"

Mu Jing said: "What I want is the best soldiers among the best soldiers. What I pursue is not the victory piled up with human lives. The Yellow Turban Army was so magnificent back then, sweeping the eight states of the world, with more than a million soldiers, but once defeated on the battlefield , that is, the army is defeated like a mountain, and the civilians do not serve as soldiers, and the soldiers do not serve the people. Only by being loyal to one party can great things be achieved!"

This is the elite strategy.

Mujing has had this idea for a long time, but he has never had such an opportunity. For the sake of the Kanto War, the Southern Army at that time, which is now the Yellow Turban Army, was forced to expand its army crazily. There was really no way.

Now he has at least one or two years to recuperate, this is his opportunity.

He wants to turn his soldiers into real elites, that is, full-time soldiers.

There is no such thing as a full-time soldier these days. Most of the soldiers don’t have military pay, and they just get a bowl of food. When they win a battle, they can be rewarded, but the military salary...

Therefore, Mujing needs to change, starting from the very root.

"My lord, how many soldiers do you plan to judge this time?"

Hu Zhao asked a key point. The disarmament affairs have always been planned by the Beiwutang. He just discussed it with a glance and did not get a complete plan.

"Yellow Turbans and White Waves combined, Jingping First Army, Jingping Second Army, Yellow Turban Army, Violent Bear Army, each army will retain the establishment of [-] soldiers!"

Mu Jing spoke.

This is his long-planned plan.

There is no small matter in the army, and organization is very important. Now the soldiers and horses under Mu Jun's command are too general, and there must be a more formal and perfect organization in order to better control the army under his command.

In fact, when we talk about disarmament, what we want to disarm is the Yellow Turban and Baibo armies.

Since the Violent Bear Army lost their vitality in the bloody battle to break out of Guanzhong last year, the soldiers have been nervous. They wanted to judge, but they couldn't cut down many soldiers. The soldiers who have been transformed, the soldiers of the army, can't cut a few.

The Yellow Turbans and Baibo are both Yellow Turbans, and their composition is not very good. Both the Yellow Turbans and the Baibos are inferior in combat effectiveness. This time, Mujing plans to merge the two armies and select the elite.

"Forty thousand troops?" Liu Jin turned pale in shock: "Isn't that too little?"

"Nearly more than [-] people were cut off!"

Cai Yong has already started to participate in the government affairs of the Minghou Mansion. Since he personally began to mediate the relationship between the Minghou Mansion and the major families, he has already had the title of Minghou on his head. This time, his reputation will be damaged, but for his daughter , and for the sake of the court that he was never reconciled to, he still has no hesitation, he said in a low voice: "You can think about how to arrange it, if it is not arranged properly, it will become a cancer!"

"Divide the land!"

Mu Jing spoke indifferently.

"Divided land?"

When the four heard the words, they peeped at each other.

"The land in Hanzhong?" Hu Zhao asked tentatively.

"Otherwise?" Mu Jing said, "Where do I still have land?"

"Are there so many places in Hanzhong?"

"Only those who don't reclaim, there is nothing that cannot be reclaimed!" Mu Jing said coldly: "There are only a few people in Hanzhong, and it depends on one county in Hanzhong. As long as you can reclaim it, you can easily raise a million people."

"You are ready to start a war with the local gentry!" Cai Yong said, "First hit the aristocratic family, and then deal with the squire. Are you really not afraid that they will jump the wall in a hurry?"

In the nine counties of Hanzhong, there are only a few aristocratic families, but there are many squires. The squires from all counties will be the backbone of the entire Hanzhong.

The aristocratic family passes on knowledge, whether it is wealth or land, they think they can get it back if they don't have it, but they care more about the reputation of the scholar, as long as they think the reputation is still there, everything is fine.

But the local gentry are the so-called big landlords, and the root of their survival is the land.

"A dog will jump over the wall when it is in a hurry, but not necessarily when a person is in a hurry!"

Mu Jing said calmly: "I don't allow Hanzhong to have power beyond my control, and I won't drive them all to extinction, but if they don't have the sense to insist on not giving me a way out for these soldiers who are about to take off their uniforms and have a hard life, then Don't blame me for being cruel!"

Where there is a conflict of interest, he is ready.

"What do I need to do?" Hu Zhao took a deep breath. He knew that this time Mu Jing was determined to follow the so-called elite soldier strategy.

"The three armies have not moved, the food and grass will go first!"

Mu Jing said: "Since it's disarmament, there needs to be severance pay. I need you to raise a sum of money for me. This is a necessary expense!"

"I'll find a way!"

Hu Zhao and Liu Jin looked at each other, and Hu Zhao said, "How much?"

"How much, how much do you want!" Mu Jing's appetite was so big that it made Hu Zhao's stomach ache.

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July [-]th.

All the generals gathered in the lobby of the Minghou Mansion. The mansion outside the city is still under construction, and this Minghou Mansion is a temporary mansion, and it is usually enough to maintain the work of the east and west sides. Now these generals are gathered together , it seems that the lobby is a bit narrow.

"What is the so-called call for the lord this time?"

"I heard it's for disarmament!"

"Disarmament, are the rumors true?"

"How is this good?"

"My lord, do you want to kill the donkey!"

"Nonsense, how can you speculate on the lord, you don't want to die!"

"Then why is he?"

"Perhaps the lord just wants to stabilize Hanzhong!"

"..."

All the military divisions, school lieutenants and generals, whispered to each other, they were all rough men in the army, their voices were all thunderous, and their words were not whispers, the whole hall was filled with this noisy voice.

However, the generals of each army are as stable as Mount Tai.

Huang Shao, the leader of the Yellow Turban Army, is the first seat on the left. He closed his eyes and meditated.

The leader of the Violent Bear Army, Zhou Cang, was second only to him, his copper-bell-like tiger eyes flickered with complex light, and he seemed a little restless.

Huang Zhong, the leader of the Baibo army, sat in the last seat with his eyes and nose, and his nose watched his heart, peacefully.

On the right side, the leader of Jingping's first army, Chen Dao, is young, but has a lot of experience. He is above An Ran, and his expression is very calm, and he is not affected by the chaos in the slightest.

Accompanying him in the second place was Jingping's Second Army, the chief general Zhang Liao, who was born as a descendant, but quite imposing.

The five main generals looked at each other in the air. They already knew the purpose of calling them here today, but they felt a little uneasy and puzzled. What was uneasy was their own fate, and what was puzzling was why the lord made such a decision.

But they are all people who have experienced wars and are stable on the battlefield. They will not show their attitude until the critical time.

(End of this chapter)