'Dip~~~'
Your finger imprinted on the fingerprint lock, and the thick safe opened.
Li Yunze took out a thick pile of information about Hou Jin.
Some of this information was collected by him from the Internet in the modern world, but most of it was sent from Hou Jin by the lurking Jin Yiwei.
The Hou Jin Dynasty gained momentum very quickly and basically occupied the Liao region in just a few decades.
But the two hundred years of hard work in the Ming Dynasty have a profound foundation.
An established organization like Jinyiwei, even when the Ming army was completely defeated, still left many hidden dangers.
These hidden stakes passed down through generations are still fulfilling their mission.
The intelligence they sent was very detailed, covering various aspects such as military strength, external communications, internal consumption, etc.
Li Yunze picked out the part about the food storage and consumption of the post-finance, sat on the royal table and looked it up carefully, and from time to time he made numerical statistics on his mobile computer.
Afterwards, I checked the data on North Korea's tribute to Houjin, and came to a conclusion after comparison.
"The Houjin is short of food."
Big data shows that based on current population consumption in the future, as well as grain storage plus field harvest, they will have to eat dirt when there is a shortage of crops next year.
As for the grain smuggled by Shanxi merchants, unless they can increase the amount of grain shipped out of customs by more than five times, it will definitely not be enough.
If this was really done, then everyone in Datong Town might as well raise a flag of rebellion.
The drought during the Little Ice Age not only affected the Ming Dynasty. The entire world has been severely affected.
Europa can rely on plundering the world to maintain supply.
Daming is big enough and can hold on through gritted teeth.
But Hou Jin had no choice but to rob.
In the old slave era, it is very likely that the Han people were slaughtered to reduce consumption.
Millions of Han people in Liaodong died in this way at the hands of the Tartars.
But Huang Taiji, who has great ambitions, would not do such a self-destructive thing.
In other words, he will definitely send troops to plunder.
There are indeed records in history books, but Li Yunze will not rely solely on history books. He believes more in accurate intelligence and data analysis.
"Where can you go to grab it?"
He got up and took back the information about Houjin's foreign affairs activities, and Li Yunze checked them one by one.
Houjin was in a position of four battles, and his strategic situation was actually very poor.
The wild girls in the north are really poor. There is nothing to gain from robbing them except for some people who consume food.
North Korea in the east just robbed it, and Huang Taiji really wanted to win over North Korea as his younger brother, so it was impossible to rob it again so soon.
To the south is Daming, and the most suitable passage is the Liaodong Corridor. Unfortunately, it has been managed like an iron tube, with strong fortresses everywhere.
It's okay to pull it out slowly, but it will take too much time.
Kong Youde had not yet defected to Houjin with the firearms soldiers trained by Sun Yuanhua, so it was extremely difficult to attack the city without artillery.
In the end, the only choice was Lin Danhan from the west.
"First attack Lin Danhan, integrate the forces of all the tribes in the grassland, bypass the Ningjin defense line and go south to plunder." Putting down all the information in his hands, Li Yunze breathed a long sigh of relief, "Now that I have won over the Mongols, I can also grab the population." Supplies can survive the famine, and it can also damage the Ming Dynasty and enhance its prestige. Sure enough, Huang Taiji has no other choice, just like in history."
"The opponent's strategy has been clarified." Li Yunze smiled and said, "This is the first move."
When the Ming Dynasty faced Hou Jin, it basically had no strategy at all. It just defended to the end, and when others came over, it was a decisive battle.
All strategic initiative was given up.
Regarding these, it can only be said that the civil servants of the Ming Dynasty did not have a strategic vision.
Especially a sand sculpture like Yuan Chonghuan actually killed Mao Wenlong who was restrained behind enemy lines. Compared with Huang Taiji's vision and knowledge, he is really not worthy of carrying shoes.
Even Sun Chengzong focused on defense.
They did counterattack once, but every time they counterattacked, the entire army collapsed, and they gradually stopped daring to do so.
Their counterattack is not to seize the strategic initiative, because when they counterattack, they go straight to Shenyang City and seek a direct decisive battle.
Strategic initiative is to mobilize the enemy, attack wherever I want, and attack the weak links, not the weak points.
"You guys can't do it, I have to do it myself." Li Yunze put all the information back into the safe and stretched, "Now you can make preparations."
With Li Yunze's series of operations, Daming's internal environment at this time can be said to be unprecedentedly good.
The rogue bandits were suppressed and the natural disasters were alleviated to a certain extent. The local tyrants, gentry and civil servants suffered a heavy blow and were unable to hold him back. The people also got a chance to breathe.
This is the best time window for a decisive battle with Hou Jin.
If it drags on any longer, it will be Hou Jin who takes the initiative to attack and place the battlefield in the hinterland of the Ming Dynasty.
Shenjiying Military Village in the suburbs of Beijing.
Being appreciated by Cao Bianjiao, Li Zicheng, who was promoted to the rank of General Qian, was drinking with his nephew Li Guo when the Longxiang Army and the Shenji Battalion were reorganizing and expanding their forces.
Li Zicheng picked up the glass and drained it in one gulp, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you understand the announcement issued by the army?"
"I know, the news has spread throughout the army." With Li Zicheng taking care of him, the general Li Guo nodded vigorously, "Long live the troops to attack the Tartars."
"Um, that's not what I'm talking about!" Li Zicheng's eyes widened. "Um, I'm asking you, what do you think about Long Live's decree to move the town to Liao?"
Before the war with the Tartars started, Li Yunze had already begun to think about the aftermath of the war.
He decided to select a group of military generals in the reorganized Beijing camp to serve as garrison troops in Liao after the war.
"If you sign up voluntarily, your merit will be promoted." Li Zicheng picked up a piece of pig head meat and threw it into his mouth, chewing it. "During the war, if there are more achievements and meritorious service. Then it is not impossible to find a guard station and become an official of thousands households." possible."
"Well, I won't go."
Li Guo refused without hesitation, "Let alone a thousand households, even if you become the commander of the guard station, you won't be trapped in that bitter cold place for the rest of your life. There is no bustling and bustling city like this."
"The capital is so big that it's not easy to live there." Li Zicheng, who stopped using his chopsticks, sighed with emotion. "Well, it's okay for us in the army. We have all the basic necessities of life, including food, clothing, housing and transportation. But once we leave the camp and enter the city, no matter how much money we have in our pockets, it's not enough."
Han Jin'er, who brought a plate of food, put it on the table and sat down directly aside: "Don't be so silly. If you want to be a commander in Liaodi, then go alone. Well, you will never follow. You go to drink the wind and eat the snow."
"You know a lot about women." Li Zicheng indeed had this idea. He was now President Qian. If he signed up, he would almost certainly become the commander of a certain health station.
Commander of the Guard Station, this is a beautiful thing that he never dared to think about when he was a postman.
"Well, I'm a woman, so I can see things more clearly than you."
Han Jin'er poured himself a glass of wine carelessly, "This is the capital of the capital that no one in the world can get into even if they ask for it. If you are really capable, after you go into battle, you can kill Prince Baylor, become a general, and get a title. That’s what makes our ancestors proud.”
Li Zicheng was so upset that he didn't bother to argue with the women. Prince Baylor of the Tartars was not a cat or a dog on the roadside, so there was no way he could be killed so easily.
While they were talking, a sergeant who was on vacation from the same village knocked on the door and shouted, "Rewards are being distributed in the camp!"
The three of them were stunned for a moment, and then they all stood up with happy faces on their faces.
Han Jin'er went straight to the corner of the courtyard and "bring the cart with you."
Although the training in the new army is strict and they practice almost every day, the treatment is really good.
He was paid enough and paid well, never giving out valuable money like waste paper, and the rewards during the holidays were never cut off.
At this time, troops were about to be sent to Liaoning, and naturally the rewards for the departure were essential.
In order to get rid of the Tartars in one battle, Li Yunze worked hard. After the reorganization of the three major battalions of the Beijing Camp, even the new recruits among the nearly 80,000 troops were rewarded with twenty taels of silver.
When the whole army came down, Xiao two million taels of silver went out.
The amount of money the Ming court could receive in a year was only four million taels.
In addition, there are cloth, salt, grain, meat, wine and other supplies.
The carts were filled with rewards from Li Zicheng and Li Guo.
Han Jin'er, who followed, picked up a piece of cloth and smiled from ear to ear. "This cloth is really strong, and the pattern is beautiful. Such densely knitted cloth, you can get it from a shop in the city for 600 yuan a piece, and you can take as much as you want." "
The quality of the cloth produced by modern textile factories is of course far superior to that of the Ming Dynasty's homespun cloth.
"It's still this kind of white salt, and the price is almost as high as that of green salt."
"I haven't finished the Lumi I was given out a while ago, so I've been given out so much more."
"This half fan of pork is really fat. I don't know who can raise such a big pig."
"If you don't drink this wine, I will sell it to a restaurant in the city."
Listening to Han Jin'er chattering there, Li Guo pointed to the outside of the camp with a smile, "Aunt, there's no need to go to so much trouble. After leaving the camp gate, there are many people waiting to buy from the restaurants and cloth shops."
The quality of fabrics in the modern world is good, and the quality of salt is far superior to that of Changlu. Not to mention the rice, all of it is polished rice.
As for pork and other things, Li Yunze bought frozen meat, and the price is not expensive.
Needless to say, the wine is of course high-strength wine ordered from the winery, which is very popular here in Daming.
Merchants of the Ming Dynasty who knew how to look for business opportunities would gather outside the camp and shout for purchases every time they went to the capital camp to distribute rewards.
"It's up to you to take care of the things." Li Zicheng waved his hand grandly, "It's up to you to use it yourself or sell it."
Han Jin'er stretched out his hand with cross eyes, "Bring it here."
"What?"
"Silver!" She sneered again and again. "Don't think I don't know that you go to the city to play with silver during your break. Bring it."
"That's a banquet. How can I not go if my colleagues invite me?"
Impatiently, he took out twenty taels of silver and stuffed it into Han Jin'er's hand. Without waiting for her to ask for it again, he told Li Guo to "accompany your aunt to send the things home. We have military affairs to go first."
"Twenty taels? You are Mr. Qian, at least a hundred taels!"
Han Jin'er wanted to chase him, but Li Zicheng had worked as a postman after all, and his steps were very fast. He had already run across the school field and entered the barracks.
Even military family members are not allowed to enter the territory over there.
Han Jin'er stomped her feet angrily, "Just wait! Don't even think about going to the kang this month!"
Li Zicheng met Gao Yigong there, and the two looked at each other and understood each other.
"Zuiyuelou? Xiao Taohong?"
"Let's go!"
The soldiers in the Beijing camp who had been performing daily drills for a long time and taking two baths every ten days were given a period of vacation to rest in turns, at least five days each.
When the vacation is over, the sergeant returns to camp.
Li Yunze went to the Ancestral Temple to pray for blessings, and then on September 29, the second year of Chongzhen, he personally led his troops and horses northward and led the expedition in person.
