My Ming Dynasty, I have the final say

Late at night, I was reading the roster of soldiers and horses in Liaodong in my hand. After a while, Xiong Tingbi put it down and took a deep breath.

"This costs a lot of money and food."

Seventy-six thousand people, this number was not calculated by fooling the court or the emperor in the past.

There are actually so many people in each army under him.

Of course, the quality of soldiers must be good or bad.

It wasn't until the moon passed high that Xiong Tingbi put down the pen in his hand.

This is his plan to reorganize the Liaodong military town according to the establishment given by the emperor.

Xiong Tingbi felt helpless when he took out another memorial sent by Sun Chengzong for his signature.

"Many health centers have been dismantled and established in counties. After all, there is a lack of people to manage them."

One of the foundations that supported Ming Dynasty to this day is the Weisuo.

The coastal guards collapsed, and the Japanese invasion became rampant.

The Nine Border Guards collapsed, and only then did the imperial court provide money to raise troops.

The Liaodong Guards collapsed, and then the slave establishment became strong.

Now, the imperial court wants to dismantle the guard posts and reorganize the army, and Xiong Tingbi certainly supports it.

But regarding the management after the dismantling of the guard post, it was not only a headache for Xiong Tingbi, but also a headache for everyone in Liaodong.

The emperor issued an edict to allocate the fields of the guard station to the military households below, whoever cultivated the fields would get it.

However, the household registration statistics of military households, the distribution of guard buildings, tools, and houses are all troublesome matters.

Although there are frequent wars in Liaodong, he can still suppress it by putting national affairs first, but it will always cause panic among the people below.

Moreover, Liaodong is now facing the same problem as Beijing, with no one available.

If the capital city is short of people due to Wanli's failure, then Liaodong is really short of people.

What is lacking is not the strong men who carry swords for the court, but scholars.

As soon as the slaves rebelled, the scholars ran faster than rabbits and all ran into Shanhaiguan. As a result, Liaodong can be said to be the place with the lowest literacy rate in the Ming Dynasty.

Even if Sun Chengzong held the emperor's new policy and promoted some of the top soldiers in the guards to the status of officials, there was still a shortage of people.

"I hope that Sun Chengzong can lend me the box."

After transcribing the two memorials he had written, Xiong Tingbi looked at the moon in the sky and couldn't help but think.

If you want to report something like this to the public, you should ask Sun Chengzong to borrow a box and report it secretly.

Just when Xiong Tingbi was busy organizing his troops.

Ding Liao Youwei.

Mao Wenlong is once again swaying Yang Hao to send troops to get Te Niang's vote.

"Soldiers and horses, the opportunity must not be missed, or the time will never come again."

Yang Hao sat behind the handsome case like an old monk.

Mao Wenlong spoke excitedly in the hall.

"The main force for building slaves is now in North Korea, and those who transport food and grass to Laozhai are just slaves."

"No matter how useless our Liao army is, it's impossible to say that we can't defeat these young children who have never seen blood."

With that said, Mao Wenlong placed a copy of the military newspaper that was not collected all night on Yang Hao's table.

"Soldiers and Horses, look at this. This is a military report that is not collected at night. The slaves have defeated the two cities of Yiju and Cheoshan in North Korea and gained a lot."

"According to Ye Bushou's investigation, the food and grass alone cost more than 300,000 dan."

"If we let the Jiannu safely transport these supplies back to the old village, the imperial court will need to dispatch more troops and consume more food and grass to destroy the Jiannu in the future."

"At that time, how will you face His Majesty?"

Historically, Mao Wenlong was able to first hook up with Li Chengliang, then hook up with Wang Huazhen, and then get the support of Yuan Keli. Naturally, there is no need to say more about his ability to talk.

"Besides, you are already sixty-six, don't you want to save a fortune for your children and grandchildren?"

With that said, Mao Wenlong leaned forward and whispered to Yang Hao. "This time the slave builders plundered North Korea, they must have obtained a lot of gold and silver. As long as we win, won't this all be yours?"

"I don't have enough money."

Hearing Mao Wenlong's words, Yang Hao's eyelids twitched unconsciously, but then he waved his hand.

"I'm just worried. What if we burn all the things that the Jiannu plundered and the Jiannu turn to attack the Dingliao right guard?"

Seeing Yang Hao like this, Mao Wenlong immediately knew that the old guy was tempted.

"The soldiers and horses will reassure you."

Pointing to the map on the table, Mao Wenlong reassured Yang Hao.

"The mountains of Dingliao Youwei are rugged and the roads are uneven. No matter how many people come to build slaves, it will be useless."

Speaking, Mao Wenlong pointed to himself proudly,

"I'm not two idiots like Li Rubai and Li Rusong who don't even know the road. I know everything about Dingliao right guard and down there, where there are trails, where they can be defended, and where they can pass people."

"..."

Listening to Mao Wenlong's words, Yang Hao still hesitated.

"I'll write you a letter and ask Xiong Jingluo to make a decision."

After half an hour of contemplation, Yang Hao still did not dare to let Mao Wenlong lead the attack, but kicked the ball to Xiong Tingbi.

"..."

Seeing Yang Hao pick up the pen to write the official document asking for war, Mao Wenlong suddenly felt a sense of aggrieved.

Attacking the enemy's grain road was such a good opportunity that Yang Hao didn't dare to move.

Did Jiannu take away his courage during the battle of Salhu?

. . .

Eight hundred miles away, the official document requesting the war was delivered to Xiong Tingbi's desk early the next morning.

"Yang Hao asks for a fight on Mao Wenlong's behalf."

Looking at Yang Hao's description of Mao Wenlong's attack in the official document, Xiong Tingbi was also entangled for a while.

To fight or not to fight? This is a problem.

Liaodong is now in a strange balance.

After Tieling was recaptured, he held back his intention of continuing to advance troops and did not return to Kaiyuan.

After all, Liaodong is not big or small. Even if Kaiyuan is regained, it may not be possible to hold it, so it is better to leave it alone.

Near Fushun Pass, the Sichuan Army and Jiannu were confronting each other, and neither side dared to easily provoke a war.

"It is said that some time ago, due to lack of food and grass, the slaves killed some old, weak, sick and disabled people who escaped through the border wall."

Taking out a report that had not been collected all night, Xiong Tingbi touched his chin and began to think.

"Jiannu is currently facing a severe food shortage. If we can attack the enemy halfway and burn the food and grass, it might have a miraculous effect."

"Those who make good use of the army will no longer serve in the country, and the food will not last for three years, but they will be used for the country. Because the food is given to the enemy, the army will have enough food."

Xiong Tingbi was a little moved as he muttered the article "Sun Tzu's Art of War: Combat" in his mouth.

This sentence can be summed up as giving food to the enemy.

"beat."

After a while, Xiong Tingbi clapped his hands and finally made up his mind to fight.

The purpose of sending troops this time was not to help North Korea, but to make the next life of Jiannu difficult.

In the words of the emperor, they would starve to death.

However, before taking action with Jiannu, he had to make adjustments to Liaodong's defense deployment in advance to prevent Jiannu from jumping over the wall and attacking from the interior.

In that case, more than 100,000 people in the Ming Dynasty would have been in vain for two months. (End of chapter)