While Monk Wanyan Chen frowned, the cavalrymen waited quietly.
The bodyguards and soldiers were all elite soldiers carefully selected from the army, and they were all very handsome, but even among these people, Monk Wanyan Chen stood out.
The ermine leather guard around his waist was tied very tightly, making his shoulders look broad and his waist very thin, but it contained great strength; the real brocade flower robe covered by the armor was also very close to the body, and the ups and downs of the armor felt like It fit the undulations of his muscles, like a leopard ready to burst out to kill its prey.
"General, we can retreat..."
One of his subordinates subconsciously called out, but immediately swallowed the second half of the sentence.
At the beginning of the formation of the Guards, the soldiers all had backgrounds and meritorious deeds, and they were dissatisfied with each other, not to mention that they wanted to take it out on Monk Wanyan Chen, a Jurchen, who had surrendered to him. But in the next two years, Guo Ning patrolled everywhere, and his bodyguards often ran rampant on the battlefield, suppressing various rebellions. In the process, Monk Wanyan Chen became like a sword that became sharper and sharper, making his subordinates never surrender. , when the time comes, I have to give in.
Just now, Monk Wanyan Chen led his troops against the Mongolian light cavalry, which showed that he was extremely familiar with the Mongolian fighting style and was able to grasp the fleeting fighter opportunities. Not to mention his bravery and ferocity during the battle.
At this moment, when he waved away the enemy's flesh and blood attached to his shoulder, his expression was cold and solemn, and there was a little regret in his eyes, as if he was contemptuous of the enemy. For a moment, his subordinates did not dare to disturb him.
In fact, Monk Wanyan Chen was not as cold as they thought. The reason for his expression was actually because he felt sorry for his newly bought military robe.
In the Zhou army, ordinary soldiers all wore uniform gray military robes. Guo Ning always wore ordinary gray military robes without any other decorations. But this move was a bit deliberate to show that he shared the joys and sorrows with the soldiers. The other generals didn't want to be emperors, so they didn't need to win people's hearts, and they couldn't do what Guo Ning did.
After the Great Zhou Dynasty, the military and political system suffered a lot. The dress code issued by the Marshal's Office was quite different from that of the previous dynasty. During this period, most of the senior military officers went to specialized shops to buy brocades and then asked people to make custom-made military robes. Monk Wanyan Chen was not exempt from this custom.
But when he served as the captain of Anping a few years ago, he often used his own money to subsidize the soldiers. Over the past few years, money was very tight.
After the guards became the leading officers, their salaries were quite high, but living in Zhongdu was not easy. The selling prices of mansions from Daxing Prefecture to Tianjin Prefecture have been rising these days. Monk Wanyan Chen wanted to marry his brother Wanyan Xielie pooled his money together to buy two houses to live in together, so he didn't dare to spend money randomly.
So he bought a total of five of these true brocade robes that fit the status of the emperor's personal army commander, costing two hundred guan...and now only four are left. The military robe and the armor are not the same. If the armor is damaged by a knock, all you have to do is replace the damaged armor leaves. If the whole robe is stained with blood, isn't that the end?
Thinking of this, Monk Wanyan Chen felt heartbroken and his face became colder and colder.
A few years ago, he was still thinking of repaying the great wealth, and he would not do it until his death. He also wanted to show great righteousness, establish special merits and become famous all over the world. But who could have imagined that Dai Jin was more fragile than he imagined, as if he had been abandoned by everyone in the world, he died as soon as he was told, and no one was even particularly sad.
After the city of Kaifeng was broken, Jurchen generals including Wanyan Congtan and Wanyan Xielie surrendered one after another. Monk Wanyan Chen wanted to die but failed. After his anger was vented, it was difficult to bring it up again. Guo Ning sent the abdicated Emperor Wanyan Shouzhong of Xingding to come forward to persuade him, and the one who knocked him unconscious with an axe. Ni Yi often came to visit him in the yard where he was under house arrest.
Two months later, Monk Wanyan Chen became an officer of the new dynasty without any hesitation. Then he found that he had changed from an excited young man to a person whose career was in the army, and his life lacked a lot of passion and passion. What he and his brother calculate every day is, perhaps, how much they can save on this month's salary, whether they can ask a few more farmers, or whether there is a business somewhere that looks very profitable, and whether they can join it. And for a moment.
It's depressing enough to go from a loyal minister who is full of justice to being just a guy who gets paid to do things. You still have to watch your money suffer! Damn it, it's all my fault, why don't you change into a cloth robe and wash it again?
Take a look at the companions around you. Almost all of them have made preparations and have been changed for fighting.
clothes. Monk Wanyan Chen was not a child who had just entered the battlefield, so he would not be unaware of this common sense.
But Monk Wanyan Chen grew up in Fengzhou on the front line of Mongolia and Jin Dynasty, and countless relatives and family members around him died at the hands of the Mongols. For him, the battle with the Mongols represented something too heavy, and it was something he had been looking forward to. The long-term release allowed him to give himself an explanation and explanation for joining the new dynasty.
Therefore, just the battle between the sentinels and cavalry between the two armies had aroused such intense emotions in him that he rushed back and forth several times, almost single-handedly disrupting the rhythm of the Mongols' advance and retreat, even though he was covered in blood. Not caring at all.
Fortunately, the battle ended quickly, and Monk Wanyan Chen quickly relaxed his mood and began to feel sorry for his robes and armor.
"General, general!"
Seeing that Monk Wanyan Chen's eyes gradually became calmer, the subordinate who had reminded him earlier turned his horse over and called again.
"Huh? What's wrong?"
"General, the cavalry of the Long Xiang Army came up and told us to get out of the way and not block their advance. The officer leading the team also complained that we fought too hard and took away their credit... General, don't worry, I glared hard. gone back!"
Monk Wanyan Chen immediately scolded: "Why are you glaring? Why don't you be polite? You have done everything to grab credit, why can't you let others feel comfortable with it! Are you stupid?"
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The subordinate was scolded by Monk Wanyan Chen and didn't care at all. Several other people responded in succession, surrounding their general and riding toward the side of the field.
The subordinate said this specifically as a joke, and Monk Wanyan Chen could tell. He probably looked too ugly just now and frightened everyone, so he tried a few words.
All the officers and soldiers of the Zhou army had the merit of serving the dragon, and they were all favored by the emperor. They had status, wealth, and their descendants had a bright future. Therefore, as long as the seniority is high enough, even ordinary soldiers dare to win in front of officers. This is very different from the army of Da Jin, where officers treated soldiers as humble lackeys. As for the Song Dynasty in the Southern Dynasties, soldiers had to wear tattoos to prevent escape, which was even more of a joke compared to Da Zhou.
At this time, the sound of hoofbeats rumbled, and the cavalry of Longxiang Army began to press forward.
There are two imperial armies in total. Although their respective responsibilities are different, there will inevitably be overlap and competition. At this moment, many knights stared at Monk Wanyan Chen and others with displeasure, as if they were really dissatisfied because they had been robbed of their credit.
Under the order of Monk Wanyan Chen, the guards and soldiers backed down a few steps. Someone playfully picked up a Mongolian peaked helmet with the tip of a knife and turned it around, but it was not excessive and no one really glared at it.
After all, the two sides are colleagues, and they understand each other's level very well. In the eyes of the bodyguards, the knights of the Longxiang Army were undoubtedly elite, and they could not hide the fierce murderous intent as they marched. Most of them have a lot of lives on their hands and can be at ease on the battlefield.
Especially Gao Xin, the two-gun general who led the team and the right deputy commander of the Long Xiang Army. He was obviously a bandit, but he liked to dress up like a nobleman. At this time, he was wearing a gorgeous robe, which was extremely conspicuous, just like the killing army. A large butterfly floated through the array.
Seeing Monk Wanyan Chen standing in the queue of guards, Gao Xin raised his hand repeatedly, and Monk Wanyan Chen also waved in response.
Then Gao Xin rushed over on horseback: "Brother Liangzuo! I'm looking for you!"
Monk Wanyan Chen asked hurriedly: "But what are your orders?"
"If I, Gao, have something to do, I can't come to you?" Gao Xin laughed and said, "Didn't we bump into Shi Qing, the defense envoy of Tongzhou, on our way north a while ago? This guy had an idea before and planned to expand the wool spinning factory in northern Xinjiang. ..."
"Ahem...General Gao, let's talk about this after the war..."
"Now let's say one thing, just one thing!"
Gao Xin stretched out two fingers from his left hand and one finger from his right hand, and waved them in front of Monk Wanyan Chen. He lowered his voice, and there was still a faint smell of alcohol in his mouth: "I know you and your brother have a lot of money. Don't plan to buy a yard, just rent it. Let's go to a wool spinning factory together. Materials, labor, There are all sales, and the profit will be at least two cents a year, which will double in four to five years!"
Two cents! double!
Monk Wanyan Chen's heart skipped a beat, and then he shook his head violently to throw the thought out of his mind.
There's a war! Facing the tens of thousands of Mongolian Golden Family's main force, this is a big battle!
Even if our side comes prepared, facing a powerful enemy, we still don’t know how many people will be buried in the battlefield. As a general, it is too late to boost morale. Is it too frivolous and arrogant to think about these things before the battle?
When Monk Wanyan Chen was about to persuade Gao Xin, Gao Xin patted him on the shoulder and urged his horse to run back to his team. A few feet away, he shouted again: "Remember this! The battle is over. , I’m here to find you, let’s eat barbecue and calculate the details at the same time!”
While Gao Xin was shouting, an ordinary soldier in the knight queue of Longxiang Army complained loudly: "General Gao, I can see your gesture! Is it 20%? How can you agree to 20%?" "
"Shut up! Shut up!" Gao Xin pulled out a short spear and smashed it on the knight's helmet.
"Damn..."
Monk Wanyan Chen couldn't help but murmured a curse.
As a general in charge of the army, he talks about financial benefits without any scruples. This is a bit too much in the eyes of Monk Wanyan Chen. But Gao Xin had a son-in-law habit that he couldn't change. He couldn't make people angry no matter what he said.
Even the soldiers around Gao Xin were not affected at all. Their morale was undoubtedly extremely high.
On the way north this time, Monk Wanyan Chen kept feeling that something was wrong. At this moment, it suddenly occurred to him that this was what was wrong.
The imperial court sent an army deep into the grasslands for the first time. This was a battle between the Central Plains and the grasslands to change offensive and defensive positions. It was also a battle of deterrence before Genghis Khan led his army back to the grasslands. It was also a battle of revenge for many soldiers.
But what he saw along the way was that only those soldiers who came directly from Northern Xinjiang could not suppress their anger for revenge. The closer the war approached, the more clearly he saw that many other soldiers also had a fire in their hearts, but in that fire, the hatred of being massacred and humiliated over the years only accounted for part of it, and more of it was the desire to fight, and the desire for war. The desire to gain profits through war.
This kind of army is not at all like the king's division that Monk Wanyan Chen saw in the history books. The soldiers of this army rarely talk about loyalty and benevolence, but instead show their pursuit of wealth without scruples...
How can such an army be so capable of fighting?
Monk Wanyan Chen has witnessed with his own eyes over the past few years that many people in the government and the public of the Great Zhou Dynasty are also busy with business. They formed an intertwined interest relationship with each other, tied their private interests to the interests of the Great Zhou, and used the power of the Great Zhou to continuously extend, forming a chain of interests that spread from the northern Xinjiang to the South China Sea...
Shouldn't such a court usher in chaos and destruction in the apocalypse?
Han people's classics say that there is no need to call it profit, it is just benevolence and righteousness. When Monk Wanyan Chen was studying, he felt that it was an eternal truth and the right way to achieve worldly ambitions. Why is it that the world in front of us is the opposite?
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Everyone knows that the Emperor Guo Ning of the Great Zhou Dynasty and many of his close subordinates were grass bandits based in Tangluoli, Hebei Province. Guo Ning does have a grand strategy, and his subordinates are also outstanding, so they can replace them with Dajin. But even if they become emperors and ministers, they still use the same grass bandit routine to govern the country and the army, paying attention to the big scales to divide gold and big scales to divide silver. The big shots drink wine and eat meat, while the people below chew bones and drink soup?
Their behavior should have swallowed up all the interests of the world immediately, causing the people to live in dire straits. But the Great Zhou Dynasty happened to be prosperous. Whether it was scholars, farmers, merchants, or soldiers, their spirits were high and their lives were good.
If you think about it further...
Of course, the Great Zhou Dynasty was a thoroughly Han regime, and Guo Ning never concealed his intention to integrate many foreign races into the Han family in the court. But this Han regime was completely different from the gentleness of the Song Dynasty in the Southern Dynasties.
If it is too much to say, the warrior group headed by Guo Ning is covered with a layer of Han system, but in its bones, it is filled with the greed and power of the Jurchens and Mongols when they rose. Even the operation of welcoming back the emperor's parents and ancestors should have been the most important thing for the Zhou court.
, turned out to be used as an excuse to intervene in the grassland.
Let alone the Song Dynasty, even in the Jin Dynasty, dozens of Confucian ministers would have to accuse someone of intending to trap the emperor into being unfilial.
But no one in the Great Zhou Dynasty said this. At most, some people were vaguely opposed to the use of troops, but the emperor's response was to go to the grassland in person.
The newly born Great Zhou Dynasty used this method to advance all the way. It had gone through hundreds of battles without any disadvantages before, and I am afraid that it will also be unfavorable in the future!
There must be a subtle truth in this, but I haven't understood it yet or figured it out yet. Fortunately, I, Monk Wanyan Chen, still have plenty of time to see it, and plenty of opportunities to make meritorious deeds and be rewarded, and then I will slowly experience it!
Monk Wanyan Chen took off his blood-stained military robe and threw it on the ground.
"Keep an eye on the flag of the Chinese army, and you have to be busy next!" He shouted to his subordinates.
After the Zhou army suddenly appeared, Belgutai was shocked. He immediately ran from the front of his own army to the north, shouting and adjusting the positions of his troops along the way.
Wherever his horse passed, there were hundreds of Mongolian households holding high shining iron weapons. Accompanying him were hundreds of cavalrymen. The knights were all short and stocky, with broad shoulders and round waists. They were the essence extracted from the hundreds of thousands of people in the Yek Mongol Uluse, and they were part of Qixue's army.
More than a hundred steps behind Belgutai, several Qianhu Nayans rode with their own guards.
"Han'er is just dozens of miles away. The outposts of the two armies have already fought. Our army has suffered a lot... Han'er is much more difficult to deal with than before." Someone whispered.
Another person said: "Beelgutai has carefully learned the Han military formation method. At this time, his soldiers are gathered together and they are full of confidence. The key to winning this battle lies in the new army he has trained."
"Win?" The former person squinted at the latter and sneered repeatedly: "Immortal God, why do you have to talk such nonsense?"
