"There are four positive corners and six corners, and there are nets on ten sides..."
Sun Chuanting narrowed his eyes slightly, and various layouts and arrangements of Yang Sichang emerged in his mind.
Yang Sichang was a scholar and had not fought many wars. At first, he scorned it, thinking that Yang Sichang was just another Zhao Kuo who talked about military affairs on paper.
But later he looked at Yang Sichang's plan in detail, and found that Yang Sichang's four-square, six-corner and ten-sided net had merits.
Now that the internal turmoil has almost ceased, the bandits from all over the country have disappeared, which is indeed related to the strategy designated by Yang Sichang.
People today have a favorable view of Yang Sichang and have great trust in him.
As a result, Yang Sichang rose to prominence.
The emperor adopted Yang Sichang's plan, issued an edict to the ten provinces, mobilized soldiers from various towns, and jointly suppressed the rogue bandits.
After Fu Zonglong took office in Sichuan, the situation quickly stabilized.
Xiong Wencan also led the soldiers in southern Zhili, Henan, Huguang and other places to defeat the rogue bandits.
Zhang Xianzhong, Luo Rucai and others all surrendered, and the seventy-two battalion bandits almost disappeared, leaving only two or three big cats and kittens.
Relying on the prestige of exterminating bandits and quelling civil strife, Yang Sichang is now in great power and has overwhelming power in the temple.
only……
There seemed to be a lot of thieves on Xiong Wencan's side.
Sun Chuanting remembered very clearly that Yang Sichang was mainly responsible for suppression rather than caressing, and all his orders were focused on suppression.
Xiong Wencan was clearly recommended by Yang Sichang, but why was he the chief caretaker?
Sun Chuanting shook his head. What should be considered now is the situation in Northern Zhili, not the rogue bandits in the south.
He is just the governor of Shaanxi, and Xiong Wencan is the prime minister of six provinces. Even if he wants to, he is not qualified to control it. It is useless to just dream. I just hope that the south will not cause too much trouble.
There are internal and external troubles, the world is in turmoil, China is in chaos, and everything is a disaster.
The country is exhausted and the court is in chaos. How can it withstand such continuous turmoil?
Perhaps under the current situation, the court really needs someone who can take charge of the overall situation.
Yang Sichang.
Yang Sichang...
Sun Chuanting looked tired and his eyes were lowered.
Too many things lingered in his mind, confusing his thoughts and even diluting the joy of victory.
He didn't understand why, in just a dozen years, the Ming Dynasty was no longer the Ming Dynasty he knew in the past.
The prosperity and prosperity of the past seemed like passing clouds, and now all that is left are ruins and ruins.
The slaves who were originally just suffering from scabies have now become a serious problem for the dynasty.
The rebellious bandits swept across the north and south of the Yangtze River like a tide, leaving their bones exposed in the wild and no roosters crowing for thousands of miles.
The local officials and civil servants in the court are corrupt. The officials and the gentry collude with each other and form cliques for personal gain. They only know about party fighting but do not do practical things.
The generals, lieutenants, and officers in the military camps are timid and humble in battle. They kill good people and take credit for their merits, and deduct their pay and silver. They only know how to make money, but they have no knowledge of war.
How can the world be at peace?
The argument has been made for hundreds of years.
"If you ask when the world will be at peace, Fei Ri will say: 'Civil officials do not love money, military officials are not willing to die, and the world will be at peace.'"
But now it is civil servants who love money, military officers who cherish their lives, and the military and political corruption is difficult to deal with.
The orders for the suppression came one after another, making it difficult for the people to breathe. The generals ordered the soldiers to die, but they couldn't even get Anjia's gold and silver, or the military pay for their hard work.
But those who are sneaky, sneaky, and find tricks can rely on their connections to rise to high positions.
The mediocre occupy high positions, while the capable live below them.
People who work hard and serve the country loyally often find it difficult to end well, so how can we not make people feel heartbroken.
He reorganized the garrison in Shaanxi, trained troops and fought, wiped out the bandits in Shaanxi, and solved the civil unrest in Xi'an, but what he got in return was criticism like snowflakes.
Sun Chuanting closed his eyes and felt a chill in his heart.
Chen Wang's request and Cao Wenzhao's postscript made him suddenly understand many things that he had not figured out before.
The country is not without good generals, and the country is not without strong soldiers.
It's just that the current situation cannot be restored by relying on good generals and strong soldiers.
Daming's illness was very serious.
It is not a disease of ringworm and scabies on the surface of the skin.
It's a gangrene in the bones and muscles.
Looking around the battlefield, what came into view were cold corpses, lifeless weapons, and pairs of lifeless eyes.
For the first time, Sun Chuanting felt that his abilities were insufficient and that his official rank was too low.
He understands the root cause of the dilemma and knows where things are going.
But now there are very few things he can do, and he is completely unable to change this situation.
We can only watch the situation worsen little by little, watch the situation collapse little by little.
…
In Beijing, the streets and alleys are dark.
Only the lantern in the hand of the watchman still shines faintly in the streets.
But the light was like the glimmer of a firefly, which seemed to be extinguished in the next second under the thick darkness of night.
"Close the doors and windows to prevent theft and theft."
Two watchmen carrying lanterns walked through the dim streets. One of them held a gong and the other held a bamboo box.
The sound of the clock slowly spread to the north along with the icy cold wind, and then passed over the high-walled courtyard and entered the depths of a mansion where the lights were still on.
"Master...it's already the second watch. Please take a rest..."
A gray-haired old servant pushed the door into the study carrying a lunch box and said with concern.
"It's already the second watch?"
Yang Sichang slowly raised his head from the desk, his expression was very bad.
The calm and composed demeanor in the court during the day was completely missing.
"Put it aside for now."
Yang Sichang gently raised his hand in response.
The old servant glanced at Yang Sichang and wanted to say something, but in the end he still didn't say anything.
The old servant sighed, put the lunch box aside, and then picked up the identical lunch box on the other side of the table.
He opened the lid of the lunch box. As expected, the food in the lunch box remained unchanged as when it was delivered.
The old servant didn't speak any more. He gently opened the study door with his lunch box in hand, and then disappeared into the corridor.
The study door was closed again, and the inside and outside of the room were isolated again.
Yang Sichang turned to look at a green-robed official standing beside him and asked.
"Lu Xiangsheng, where are you now?"
The Qing army invaded by destroying the border walls at Qiangziling and Qingshan Pass.
The border troops could not resist. Wu Aheng, the governor of Jiliao, died in the battle at Qiangziling. The troops in Jizhen were defeated and unable to fight anymore. The Qing army marched southward with overwhelming force.
Yue moved to An and Fengrun, met in Tongzhou, and failed to attack Beijing.
Then he circled Beijing to Zhuozhou and divided his army into eight.
Along the Taihang Mountains and the canal, from west Beijing to Shanxi, it is invincible.
Liangxiang, Zhuozhou, Gaoyang, Fucheng, Weixian and other cities in northern Zhili were destroyed.
Urgent documents were delivered like snowflakes. The Qing army marched at an extremely fast speed. Many towns and villages were plundered and massacred, and the whole of Beizhili was in mourning.
Yang Sichang lowered his head and looked at the map on the desk, feeling that there was a huge burden on his shoulders.
He worked hard and exhausted all his efforts to negotiate the issue of establishing slaves and raising them. All he needed was a final step to solve the dilemma.
But even that final kick failed to come true, and the emperor still couldn't make up his mind after all.
And those wine sacks and rice sacks and moths in the court did not want their money bags in Liaodong to disappear like this.
Those pedantic Confucian scholars are still talking about integrity and are unwilling to lower their heads, but they cannot give any real solutions.
The palace full of ministers, the civil and military officials of the dynasty, all their exquisite thoughts are not used for state affairs, but are all used for calculations, party disputes, amassing wealth, and fame...
"Governor Lu entered Baoding on the ninth day of the lunar month and ordered the generals to attack separately. Yu Jiannu fought a battle in Qingdu. He killed Jiannu at 300 levels and won a small victory. He is still in Baoding today."
The green-robed official hesitated for a moment, then finally took a step forward and said hesitantly.
"Governor Lu... this is the third time he has issued a document asking the Ministry of War to provide him with pay and food. He impeached Qingwan County Magistrate Zuo Qiren and Zhending Governor Zhang Qiping for not wanting to pay him and food... You see..."
Yang Sichang stood in front of the map, his figure mostly hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see the expression on his face.
He didn't give any reply, just kept looking at the map in front of him.
Yang Sichang didn't speak. Naturally, the green-robed official who spoke didn't dare to say any more. He could only stand aside and obey orders.
I don't know how long it took, but the wind outside the window became more and more urgent. In the study, I could even hear the roar of the wind coming from the courtyard.
"Clang——"
A crisp sound sounded outside the study, as if something had broken.
At this moment, Yang Sichang finally spoke.
"It's better to follow the previous treatment and leave it alone..."
At the end, Yang Sichang's voice was almost inaudible.
Saying this sentence seemed to take away almost all his energy.
Yang Sichang slowly sat on the chair behind him, his eyes were extremely gloomy.
He established slaves and invaded the northern Zhili, ravaged the capital, the situation collapsed, and the people were in dire straits. He saw all these things and knew them clearly.
He is indeed in a high position, but he can see everything happening below, he can see it clearly and clearly.
Jiannu entered the house twice, but he didn't know the evil he had done.
The slaves raped, plundered, massacred and destroyed towns within the pass, and the people of the Ming Dynasty were robbed and taken away to the bitter and cold land outside the Great Wall to be slaves and maidservants.
He knows it all, he knows it all, but so what if he knows it, so what if he knows it clearly.
It turned out that the frontier troops were not really unable to fight, but rather unwilling to fight.
Liaodong is a huge money bag, supplying countless officials, generals, and thousands of people.
A large, tangled web has enveloped the entire court, closely linking Liaodong and the court.
The problem of establishing slaves was originally a very small problem, but because of money and those greedy people, this small problem gradually expanded, so that now it has become a major problem.
The Jiliao border army's trick of raising the self-respect of the bandits failed, and the consequences were already unmanageable.
One wrong step, every wrong step.
Sarhu was the last chance...but Ming Dynasty failed to grasp it...
Lin Dan Khan, an incompetent man with great ambitions but little talent, made the Mongolian tribes become the minions of the slave establishment, which further intensified the strength of the slave establishment.
Now Jian Nu has grown into a man-eating beast.
The border troops in Jiliao, Datong, Xuanfu, and Beidi are now unable to stop Jiannu.
In all the field battles over the years, it was almost impossible to win a big victory.
Yang Sichang closed his eyes. He knew that his order was destined to make many people displaced and suffer hardship.
But he couldn't pay Lu Xiangsheng, absolutely not.
The time has not come yet, now is not the time for a decisive battle with Jiannu.
When he sent Lu Xiangsheng on his expedition, he already knew what Lu Xiangsheng was thinking.
Lu Xiangsheng's eyes were filled with anger, hatred, and determination.
Lu Xiangsheng is neither pedantic nor noble, does not love money, and is not willing to die.
How could such a person be allowed to compromise on important matters?
Now the only way to restrict them from leaving the city and establishing slave wars is the issue of food and salary.
Once he was given enough food and salary, how could Lu Xiangsheng's personality allow the slaves to act so unscrupulously?
Now Lu Xiangsheng's subordinates already make up most of the elites in Beizhili.
If the field battle is defeated and the elites are wiped out, what will be used to defend the city of Beijing and what will be used to protect North Zhili?
Just rely on the tens of thousands of troops lurking in Shandong?
Just the Beijing soldiers wearing paper armor in Beijing?
The disgrace of Jingkang has already happened once in history, and the same thing must not happen again.
Yang Sichang closed his eyes tightly.
He knew the anger in Lu Xiangsheng's heart, and he was also angry.
He knows the hatred in Lu Xiangsheng's heart, and he also has hatred
But Lu Xiangsheng's approach was too risky. Once it failed, he would fall into a place of eternal destruction.
He couldn't agree with Lu Xiangsheng's approach.
Now that the turmoil in the pass has ended, almost all the seventy-two battalions of bandits that once stirred up the world have been wiped out. It seems like everything is calm, but in fact there is an undercurrent.
Xiong Wencan insisted on appeasement and ignored all his warnings.
Now that there are undercurrents surging within the pass, he must immediately resolve these dangers hidden underneath.
If these dangers are not resolved, they will inevitably cause a bigger storm once they erupt.
This is the time when stability is most needed. It is the moment that truly determines the fate of the country. We must not make a wrong step.
The elite of the border army must not be lost. This is the key to maintaining stability in the North.
The Jian slaves would leave after plundering their property and people. Within the pass, the Jian slaves were like rootless people and could not stay for long.
King Qin's soldiers and horses in various places will also speed up the withdrawal of Jiannu's troops.
Qin Wangjun...
Yang Sichang's expression darkened again. He originally did not agree with the recruitment of the Shaanxi Bingqin King, but the emperor's golden words could not tolerate rejection.
Shaanxi is not yet stable, and there are too many things wrong with Li Zicheng's sudden defeat.
Now Hong Chengchou and Sun Chuanting took most of Shaanxi's elite troops north to Qinwang, leaving Shaanxi empty.
Once something changes in Shaanxi...
Shaanxi’s current military strength alone cannot solve the problem...
Moreover, Yang Sichang also knew the problems that Qin Wangjun encountered along the way.
Due to the shortage of food and pay, many of King Qin's troops mutinied and fled. Although he had clearly issued official documents to the governments along the way this time, it was difficult to guarantee that there would be those who violated the regulations.
There are many shortcomings in moving troops north to attack King Qin.
On this matter, he and the emperor had different opinions.
only……
Others can refuse to obey the imperial edict, but he cannot.
The reason why he can now serve as a minister in the cabinet and hold great power is precisely because of the emperor's trust.
Without the emperor's trust, let alone holding the power, he would be overwhelmed by the impeachment in the court day and night, and it would not take long for him to end up with a ruined body and a ruined reputation.
"Let me bear all the guilt and infamy in the world..."
Yang Sichang slowly opened his eyes, and the firelight kept dancing in his eyes, illuminating his eyes and making his face red.
"I wish...the sun, moon, mountains and rivers would last forever..."
