Jia Cong now has three pairs of armor. One pair of black armor was made by Master Pardon in imitation of the Forbidden Army's standard armor, ordered by a craftsman at home. The other two pairs were silver armor given by the emperor.
If I want to save face for my dad today, I naturally have to wear "parent-child clothes".
He has silver armor on his body, a wild goose feather sword in his left hand, a dragon-headed sword on his right, and a golden dragon ring on his waist. As for the mount...
Dabao, it’s you!
Although the war horse is mighty and majestic, relatively speaking, Dabao has a better understanding with him.
For example, right now, Master Yumao's mount, the mythical beast, is competing with Uncle Wang's war horse.
Ever since Dabao rescued the donkey in Tienwang Mountain, his eyes have become higher than his head.
It always feels that everything with four legs should be under its control, even if the flower-arm tattooed golden gradient sees it, it should lie on the ground and sing "conquer".
Puff puff……
Dabao's saliva flew into the air, and the prince bared his teeth at the sweaty horse under his crotch, wanting to kick the slutty Dabao.
"Uncle Wang, you'd better hold your horse. Dabao saved the horse. Your Majesty once exaggerated that Bao was a red rabbit among donkeys. If Dabao is injured, your horse may lose its life."
God, the red rabbit among donkeys!
Wang Ziteng felt that he had been tolerant enough, but the little brat in front of him was really annoying.
"Then my nephew, should I take good care of your donkey? My war horse came off the battlefield and has a bad temper. It would be bad if I hurt my nephew's horse...donkey."
"Oh, what my uncle said is true. This donkey has been a little confused since he was praised by His Majesty. My nephew, I will teach it a lesson!"
Jia Cong slapped Dabao on the head: "You are a disobedient fool. How many times have I told you to recognize your position and don't think about what you have and what you don't have every day. What do you mean by your majesty?" That’s what it is, if you don’t do a good job, how can you sit in a position where one person is lower than ten thousand people?”
The pointed words made Wang Ziteng's face instantly turn cold, and the murderous aura in his eyes almost materialized.
The sound of horse hooves gradually moved northward, and the two teams fell into a strange silence.
Jia Jiu and Jia Eleven's hands were always on the hilt of the knife, ready to go. The two of them were both relieved and helpless at their young master's subtle taunt just now. As soldiers of the Jia family, they knew Wang Ziteng's cruelty and ruthlessness.
Almost 80% of the nearly a hundred soldiers that my husband left behind for the Rongguo Mansion were killed by Wang Ziteng.
If you can even harm your own sister, niece or even your eldest brother, what can't you do?
"Hey!"
The imperial city has arrived, and the prince reined in his horse and stopped.
He dismounted and walked towards the palace gate, then suddenly turned around and said, "Jia Cong, it's not good to be too smart. Your extreme wisdom will hurt you!"
This was a subtle warning, but Jia Cong didn't take it to heart at all. Instead, he grinned: "My nephew dare not say that he is smart. Is there anyone smarter than my uncle in the world?"
snort!
Prince Teng fluttered his sleeves and walked away, and Jia Cong tutted and said, "Let me tell you, how could I not be smart? Look, Uncle Wang, who others say is both wise and brave, praised me!"
"Mistress, Wang Ziteng is warning you!"
Jia Jiu stared deeply at Wang Ziteng's back. He deliberately reminded Jia Cong: "What the mistress just said has passed, at least it should not be said in person. Prince Teng is a cruel person, and he may have already held a grudge."
Jia Cong held the horse's reins and slowly walked towards the palace gate: "When my father took back the power of the capital camp, he already had a grudge against our family. It doesn't matter if the soldiers come and the enemy comes to the weir."
The three thousand new troops trained by the Pardon Master according to Jia Cong's "Military Training Management Regulations (Trial Version)" stood neatly on the school field.
The weather is a little gloomy today, and Beijing is already slightly chilly in October. The generals' stage in the school grounds was filled with military generals, and many purple- and crimson-robed officials from the court came to watch the ceremony.
The military generals were headed by the British Duke, the Crown Prince's Taibao, Zuo Zhuguo, Tejin Guanglu, and the Chinese Army's Left Commander Zhang Yue, while the civil servants were headed by the cabinet's chief assistant, the Crown Prince's Taishi, and the Grand Scholar of Zhongji Palace.
In addition to the civil and military officials who were on duty, all the principal and deputy officials from the Fifth Military Governor's Office, the Sixth Cabinet Department and the Five Temples were present.
Even many members of the royal family and martial arts nobles came to watch the fun. Of course, there are many people who want to bring bad luck to Jia She, such as the prince Teng Wang's uncle who was taken back by Jia She to regain power in the capital.
But he won't come in plain sight. Uncle Wang has a lot of people under his command, and Xiang Chengwan, a doctor in the Ministry of War's Qing Li Division, is one of them.
According to the system, the Department of Civil Affairs of the Ministry of War is responsible for the maps of each province, the narration of military officers' merits, review of merits, rewards and punishments, pensions, and military review and testing.
During today's review, the Pardon Master had crossed over to him, a doctor in charge of the Qing Li Division of the Ministry of War, which already made him very angry, and the sinister look on his face made the prince's lips curl up.
The gleaming Jia Cong walked onto the high platform, said hello to his father, then walked straight to the center of the high platform, clasped his fists and saluted the big bosses.
Wei Qinghe still looked as old as ever, and his slightly squinted eyes opened slightly after Jia Cong arrived.
The British Duke Zhang Yue carried the little fat man to him, laughed and said to Wei Qinghe: "Old man Wei, you see, the children of our general family are good at literature and martial arts, and they can also practice acid poetry. After training the army, Enhou was able to train such a strong soldier because of the military training regulations formulated by this boy."
The Lord Chief Assistant had no time to speak, but the sinister Xiang Chengwan became sour: "I'm afraid the British are exaggerating. How can a child formulate military training regulations? Besides, it is not yet known whether the army will be strengthened. It must be You don’t know until you’ve been on the battlefield.”
The originally harmonious atmosphere on the high platform became awkward with Xiang Chengwan's words. The relationship between civil and military forces had been tense recently due to the Southern Expedition. It finally eased a little through the military performance, but they risked it. Such a colorless person comes out...
Yu Daoxing, the Minister of the Ministry of War who had just taken office a few days ago, almost kicked him in anger. Xiang Chengwan relied on Wang Ziteng and formed cliques in the Ministry of War, which caused a lot of trouble for himself.
It was fine in peacetime, but I didn't expect that I would embarrass the Ministry of War in front of the cabinet and the people of the Fifth Army Commander's Office.
To question the new army trained by Jia She is to question the Governor's Office of the Fifth Army. Do you really think that the Ministry of War has the word "soldier" in it, which means that it is the uncle of the army?
He was about to scold him, but he heard the Chief Assistant say something leisurely: "You question me, a good man in Daxia? Well, in this southern expedition, you can go south with the army and become an army counselor."
thump!
Wei Qinghe's light words made Xiang Chengwan feel like he was hit by five thunders, and he immediately collapsed to the ground.
"Master, you can't do this! I'm not questioning this, it's just...just..."
Wei Qinghe just glanced at Xiang Chengwan who was kneeling and kowtowing, and said coldly: "What can't I do? Don't you believe that I am a good man in Daxia? Then go to the front of the formation and see if they can do it or not?" "
The fifth-grade doctor of the Ministry of War was thrown into the Southern Expedition Army by the chief minister of the cabinet because of one word, and became a non-grade and non-ranking official. Almost all the civil and military officials around him had a chill down their spines. Even Wang Ziteng couldn't believe the old man. He would say this suddenly.
"My lord, Mr. Xiang is the fifth-ranking official of the imperial court. What you are doing is against etiquette!"
The prince made a plea to his horse, but he saw the coldness in Wei Qinghe's eyes: "In the winter of the forty-ninth year of Zhaowu, the sage had an edict. Wei Qinghe, the chief minister of the cabinet, was in charge of the civil and military affairs of Daxia. The civil and military personnel below the third rank could Kill first and report later. Wang Ziteng, are you questioning this pavilion?"
"I don't dare!"
The cold question reminded Wang Ziteng of the past.
The Supreme Emperor indeed issued this edict, which caused a huge sensation in the court at that time.
What is the difference between taking charge of the civil and military affairs of Daxia and being a regent? At that time, the Supreme Emperor suffered a serious stroke and was unable to manage the affairs of the court, so he hurriedly promoted the stubborn fourth son to the throne.
It was probably to guard against the stubborn fourth son that he issued an edict to let Wei Qinghe take charge.
After the edict was issued, Wei Qinghe silently accepted the imperial edict, but never really used this shocking and huge power.
Gradually, the ministers in the court forgot this edict intentionally or unintentionally, and even the current emperor may have forgotten it.
Unexpectedly, today in this school field, the old man showed his power
, Xiang Chengwan became the first test subject of this edict.
Wang Ziteng was frightened by Wei Qinghe's rare strength, and the surrounding civil and military officials also held their breaths and concentrated.
Xiang Chengwan was basically cold. Unless the Second Saint came forward, there was no way he could change his intention to go south with the army this time.
"Come here, send Counselor Xiang to the Southern Expedition Camp!"
I tried to make trouble to Cheng Wan, but to no avail.
These three thousand new troops are a major plan to purge the Beijing camp and boost military morale. Not to mention a fifth-grade military doctor, even if Qi Bohan, the second minister of the cabinet, dared to stab him, he would throw him in front of the army without hesitation.
Thinking of Qi Bohan, Wei Qinghe suddenly turned his head coldly and looked at Mr. Qi Ge with his eyes widened.
"Mr. Qi Ge, do you think this pavilion's handling is appropriate?"
Qi Bohan bowed slightly: "The Grand Prime Minister handled it very appropriately. The war is imminent. Anyone who disrupts the morale of our army can be dealt with in this way!" Z.br>
Wei Qinghe nodded with satisfaction and looked around: "What do you think?"
"I respectfully abide by the edict of Grand Prime Minister Jun!"
Are you kidding me? Master Cifu has bowed his head, who dares to be stubborn?
After unifying his thoughts, Wei Qinghe finally let go of these officials whose backs were soaked with cold sweat.
Qi Bohan's lowered eyes were filled with sparkle. This is what a man should do. This is what a man should pursue!
The British Duke Zhang Yue never spoke. Wei Qinghe took a fifth-grade doctor and gave the general a satisfactory explanation. The governor's office wanted to know this.
He and Wei Qinghe looked at each other and nodded slightly: "Now that the noisy fly has been killed, let's get started."
"Bang the drum!"
Dong dong dong dong...
"Sun Tzu's Nine Places" says: "The beginning is like a ***, the enemy opens an account; the end is like a rabbit running away, the enemy cannot resist it."
According to the training regulations formulated by Jia Cong, the Three Thousand New Military Camp will conduct training on military discipline, military posture, and military formation in March.
Because the food in the army has doubled, meat and eggs are endless, and the physical fitness is far stronger than that of the guards in the Beijing camp.
Not to mention the military posture and military formations, Mr. Pardon, whom Jia Daishan passed down personally, may not be considered an old dandy, but in terms of military affairs, he is the second person in Daxia after the old commander Zhang Yue.
The three thousand new military camps gave the civil and military officials on the high platform an extremely shocking feeling.
Especially when the marching procession appeared for the first time in this world, even the old Duke Zhang excitedly shouted: "Good son, you are really my good son of Daxia!"
The uniform shouts of killing shook the sky, and the spears were like a forest. Under the command of the war drums, they all moved forward. Wei Qinghe suddenly thought of the Japanese cavalry across the desert.
He smiled and said to Zhang Yue: "I think Marquis Jia En is using ***'s cavalry as his expected opponent."
As if to confirm the old man's guess, Jia She suddenly walked to the center of the high platform after the spear array drill, clasped his fists and said: "Commander Qi, the general has invited Yu Linlang to come and conduct a confrontation drill with the new military camp. Please also invite The commander-in-chief allows him to enter the school grounds!"
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