Qin Feng not only marked out the fields, but also took advantage of this opportunity to re-plan a series of important strongholds.
There are a total of twenty-seven strongholds. These strongholds echo one another and form two lines.
There are ten strongholds in the first line, and seventeen strongholds in the second line.
In addition to being used to station troops and store supplies, it can also be used as a support and guarantee for the front line.
If the front line is defeated, the army can retreat to the strongholds and continue fighting against the southern border with these two stronghold chains.
If the enemy sends cavalry to harass the rear, these two lines of defense composed of strongholds can dispel the enemy's thoughts and provide security for logistics and grain storage.
"My lord, if it is just a simple stronghold, I am afraid it will waste people and money."
Liu Ming immediately raised objections.
Qin Feng naturally considered this point and immediately explained: "I have never said that these strongholds are purely for military purposes."
"If we capture the southern border in the future, the existence of these two lines of defense will not be of much significance. Instead, it will become a security risk."
"So, these twenty-seven strongholds are half military and half civilian."
Liu Ming frowned slightly. Although he was smart, he was specialized in his art. In terms of people's livelihood, he couldn't even keep up with Qin Feng.
Qin Feng did not beat around the bush and said straightforwardly: "These five thousand field soldiers are dispersed and stationed in these twenty-seven strongholds, integrated with the logistics grain storage field."
"Soldiers who are willing to take root in the stronghold can move their families there, and subsidies will be given based on head count. There is no limit to the number of households, and each person will receive a subsidy of two taels of silver."
Sun Bo, who was demoted to deputy general, immediately realized Qin Feng's true intentions.
"My lord, what do you mean...recuperate and recuperate while fighting?"
Qin Feng nodded: "Not bad."
"Although Daliang and Beidi have ushered in peace, they have been fighting for years after all. The treasury has long been emptied, and the mountains and rivers are on the verge of being broken."
"Nowadays, the wealthy families in the south are fighting stubbornly. I don't know how long this war will last."
"When the war is over and the people's families are destroyed, how long it will take to restore the country's strength is another big question."
"Instead of making up for it, it's better to start recuperating now."
"The war must be fought, and the national strength must be restored."
If these words were spoken by others, the people present would never believe them. Instead, they would laugh at the other person's whims.
But when it came out of Qin Feng's mouth, it had a different taste.
After all, Beixi County and Beijing are both living examples.
In addition to the military aspect, Qin Feng also has two magic weapons to win, namely politics and people's livelihood.
To be precise, Qin Feng has reached the pinnacle of military, political, business, and civil affairs, even surpassing the cognition of most people.
It is precisely because Qin Feng controls the power second only to Emperor Liang that his almost whimsical plan can become a reality.
Representatives of the field soldiers present stood up one after another, clenching their fists in excitement.
"Your Majesty, we can make a decision now and move into the stronghold."
"As long as I can live a good life, where can I live it?"
Lin Dahai was a professional soldier and was not among the field soldiers, but he actually stood up, his face flushed.
"Your Majesty, your subordinates also want to move into the stronghold."
Lin Dahai made this decision because he knew very well what kind of behavior Beixi County was in the past.
But since it came under Qin Feng's rule, it has transformed from the poorest county in Daliang to the richest county in such a short period of time.
Those people who returned to their hometowns to visit relatives each brought with them more than a dozen taels of wealth.
It is impossible to say that I am not envious!
Lin Dahai knew that these twenty-seven strongholds would definitely become the focus of Qin Feng's future development.
He didn't want to miss such a good opportunity. If he became a subject under Qin Feng's rule, he and his family would be settled in this life.
Led by Lin Dahai, more and more elite soldiers stood up and thought of moving into the stronghold.
Qin Feng was naturally very happy to see everyone supporting him so much, but with everyone running to the logistics, who would fight on the front line?
Qin Feng had no choice but to hold back and said that twenty-seven strongholds would be established this time, with the garrison soldiers as priority, and the rest of the soldiers would still stay on the front line.
Only Lin Dahai is an exception and can enter logistics.
After all, this person has actual combat experience, understands military affairs, and has courage that others do not have.
There must be suitable candidates to lead the field troops, otherwise it will be difficult for a group of rabble to accomplish anything.
After the coordination meeting, there was a small meeting held by Qin Feng and his close friends.
Everyone supported Qin Feng's plan to establish twenty-seven strongholds, but when it came to funding, everyone's enthusiasm was dispelled.
Xu Mo, Zhao Zhenhai and Zhao Yulong are all generals, so naturally it is not convenient for them to interrupt.
Only Liu Ming, who temporarily served as a civil servant, asked the most practical question, where does the money come from.
"King Qin, not to mention the land reclamation and the construction of twenty-seven strongholds, the subsidies given to the soldiers are not a small amount."
"Five thousand field soldiers, plus relatives, there are at least fifteen thousand people."
"Two taels of silver per person, that's thirty thousand taels of silver!"
"Does this money have to come from the north?"
Facing Liu Ming's questions, Qin Feng didn't care. After all, Liu Ming was not serious about logistics. If it were Lin Quqi and Li Zhang, they would probably have to send greetings to Qin Feng's family after learning about this.
Thirty thousand taels of silver is not a small amount, and the money in Beixi County is not brought by strong winds.
Besides, the Northern Territory still needs to develop. Could it be that if we just develop Beixi County, we will not care about the lives of the other people in the Northern Territory?
After the northern border, there is Sangzhou...
There are so many places to spend money!
As everyone knows, Qin Feng already had a strategy in mind, so he was not in a hurry to explain, but asked a question.
"Is there enough food in the north?"
Liu Ming blurted out without thinking: "Of course it's enough. Didn't King Qin vigorously develop farming in the north? He also repeatedly lowered the taxes of the people."
In the eyes of everyone, everything in the North is prosperous.
Only Qin Feng sighed: "It's just enough to eat."
"The northern region has heavy winds and little rain, and the harsh climate means the production of food is destined to be limited."
"If there is a natural disaster and the food harvest fails, the northern territory will be immediately restored to its original shape."
"Due to geographical constraints, the North is destined not to become a granary. Compared with farming, the real future of the North lies in animal husbandry."
"In contrast, the area north of Gusu City, extending all the way to Gyeonggi Province, has a suitable climate and has been the granary of Daliang since ancient times."
"If we develop this place, we can also support the northern region in the future. This is a win-win situation."
"As for where the money comes from, it will mainly come from the national treasury, and the North will also provide some support."
