Let them goose march for three days first, and remove the generals who were in the previous guard. If the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, it will be useless to train the sergeants well if the generals are useless. Zhu Gaojie said, "Observe more and find capable people among the sergeants to fill the vacancies left by the removal of generals." Tell these sergeants that as long as they perform well, they will be promoted quickly! "
Chi Rong nodded: "Don't worry, I'll take care of this."
…
In the empty and cold imperial study room, the old man put down the last memorial and rubbed his sore eyebrows.
After becoming emperor, Zhu Di realized that he actually didn't like this career very much. Sitting in the imperial study room every day, fighting wits and courage with the memorials and scribes, it lasted all day, which was boring.
When he was King of Yan, Zhu Di felt that the throne of the emperor was full of temptation, but when he really got up to it, he found that it was nothing more than that, and it would be better to be a prince who was relaxed and leisurely. But he still desperately wanted to be a good emperor and spent countless hours on this profession that he didn't like very much.
This is not to blame himself, Zhu Di just wants to prove to himself, and to prove to Zhu Yuanzhang who has long since slept, that he is stronger than Jianwen, and in his hands, the prosperous age of the Ming Dynasty has arrived!
"Little Orange."
Zhu Di shouted, and Tang Cheng, the eunuch holding a fly whisk, came over and saluted respectfully: "What are your orders, Lord Long Live?"
"I heard that King Qi is training troops?" Zhu Di asked casually.
The prince is training troops, and I am afraid that the emperor will be suspicious again, but if this prince is King Qi, there seems to be no problem.
King Qi succeeded the British Duke and became a new generation of military representatives. If his army cannot be on the stage, then it means there is a problem.
Everything is in balance. King Qi can directly control part of the army, provided it is within Zhu Di's control. The price is that King Qi can no longer be supported by civil servants like the prince. This is a matter of principle.
If a prince is both a representative of civil servants and a representative of military officials, then who is the emperor?
Eunuch representative?
Tang Cheng said: "Your Majesty, King Qi is training the palace guards in Songlu Mountain."
"How many soldiers are there in Songlu Mountain?" Zhu Di frowned slightly.
"Less than a thousand people." Tang Cheng replied.
After hearing this, Zhu Di nodded slightly.
Songlu Mountain is in the capital. The emperor can allow King Qi to have a hundred thousand troops in the southwest, but he will never allow King Qi to have too many troops in the capital. This will directly threaten the emperor's rule.
The palace guards, which numbered less than a thousand, were nothing. There are hundreds of thousands of troops in the three major camps outside the capital, and there are five soldiers and horses and twelve guards in the city. King Qi's palace guards, which numbered less than a thousand people, were as small as a piece of cake in front of the huge army in the capital.
Zhu Di said with a smile: "This kid is interesting. The King of Han's people have begun a full-scale attack, and the Imperial Procuratorate is in turmoil. The prince is very busy, but he is so leisurely and still has time to train troops. This is true. Don’t take the King of Han and Zheng Zhichang seriously..."
The emperor's voice suddenly stopped.
Tang Cheng was a little confused, but found that Zhu Di touched his chin, as if he suddenly thought of something.
"Haha, it's getting more and more interesting!"
Zhu Di suddenly laughed, "King Qi, Prince, these two people are full of evil ideas. I have only realized it now. I think the King of Han will be dumbfounded this time. This is going to cause a big stir."
Tang Cheng didn't know why, he just felt that the emperor had convulsions again.
King Qi's people are training troops in Songlu Mountain, what big news can they make?
…
"Damn it, run faster!"
"The one hundred households that run the slowest will be punished with five military sticks each!"
Chirong chased after him with a stick, and the sergeants ran as hard as they could. If they ran slowly, they would be hit with a stick. It would be fine if Chirong was really the only one. How could he have attracted nearly a thousand people by himself?
But Prince Qi was too ruthless. He selected fifty people as "pickets", wore red armbands, and carried wooden sticks with Chi Rong to drive them away.
"Brother, as for being so cruel, I am also from Yangzhou, and we are fellow villagers in the same province!" A sergeant shouted angrily to the pickets who were "pursuing" behind him.
The picket chased after him desperately and responded: "Fellow, don't blame me for being evil. The prince said that the one with the best performance in the picket will be the picket chief. If you really treat me as a fellow, help me get promoted!"
"I'll give you a promotion like your mother's, and I'll get a stick and you will get a promotion. Why do you think it's so beautiful!" the sergeant roared.
The picket was amused: "Good boy, don't run away. I'll catch you and beat you today!"
Zhu Gaojie counted the time. It had been more than half a month since he came to Songlu Mountain to train troops.
Within half a month, he clearly felt that the palace guards, which numbered less than a thousand people, had gone away from the normal state of corruption and had become the prototype of qualified sergeants.
Chi Rong praised: "It's only been half a month, but this army seems to have changed its body, reborn from a rabble into an army that is gradually taking shape. It's amazing!"
"It's still far from enough." Zhu Gaojie said with a smile, "What I want is not a barely qualified army. What I want is to build them into a top-notch army and build them into a silent army."
"The Army of Silence?" Chirong was a little confused, "What is the Army of Silence?"
Zhu Gaojie said slowly: "A silent army is when the king stands on the general platform and lectures. Although the soldiers below have different appearances, different nationalities, different places, and different habits, they have the same belief. In the same place, listening to the same voice and looking in the same direction, they looked up at me in silence. And when I asked them to charge, they could charge at enemies several times or even dozens of times without hesitation. Even if there is only one soldier left in the end, he will continue to fight bloody battles."
The morale of the army is not static. When the army suffers too many casualties, its morale will dissipate, the sergeants will begin to flee, and its combat effectiveness will naturally collapse.
Generally speaking, a normal army will be defeated when casualties reach 30%. An army that can achieve casualties of 50% without being defeated can already be called an iron army with strict military discipline.
When the casualties of a large unit reach more than 70%, no matter how tenacious the unit is, it will be difficult for it to have effective combat effectiveness. Because their numbers are not enough, it is difficult for them to gather together to form an effective impact on the battlefield.
Chirong laughed when he heard this: "My lord, you look down upon these people too much. I admit that these people have made great progress, but their upper limit is there. How can a group of rabble transform into the silent army you call it?" Fight to the last man, even the three thousand battalions I led before cannot reach the level you said!"
While the two were joking, gongs and drums were sent to the Han Palace to ascend to heaven.
"Come, Mr. Su, Mr. Zheng, I would like to toast you two gentlemen!"
The King of Han's face glowed red, and he drank the cup in one gulp.
Su Qing, a staff member of the palace, and Zheng Zhichang looked at each other and raised their glasses in return.
"Mr. Zheng has made great achievements this time. He is our chief meritorious official!" Su Qing said with a smile.
Zheng Zhichang waved his hand: "Where are you? I am a humble person, but it is only because of the promotion of the prince and Mr. Su that I am what I am today."
The King of Han patted Zheng Zhichang on the shoulder and laughed and said: "Now it seems that the crouching dragon and phoenix chick are not as good as my Mr. Zheng!"
Zhu Gaojie was training troops in Songlu Mountain, and the Han king's party was not idle either.
They are frantically fighting against the princelings. Every morning, the cabinet scholars will look at hundreds of impeachment books on their desks and meditate. Among them, there are those from the Han Dynasty Party who impeached the princelings, and there are also those from the princelings who impeached the Han Dynasty Party.
In half a month, hundreds of officials were imprisoned in the capital!
After paying a heavy price, the King of Han finally achieved fruitful results - the princelings suffered heavy losses, and all their relatives stayed behind closed doors.
Liu Guan, the left-wing censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, took the blame and resigned. There is no one in the Metropolitan Procuratorate who is a princeling!
While the three of them were drinking and having fun, someone came from the palace.
The eunuch who delivered the order said loudly: "According to the emperor's oral decree, Zheng Zhichang, the censor of the right capital of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, neglected his duties and abused his power for personal gain. He was relegated to the position of minister of the Ministry of punishment. I admire this!"
The palace of Prince Han suddenly became quiet.
"Wait, is there something wrong?" King Han was a little confused.
The eunuch who delivered the order bowed his head and said: "Your Majesty Han, this is the order of Lord Long Live. How dare you, this servant, commit fraud."
The King of Han felt that all his strength was gone, and he collapsed on the chair. His brain was not enough: "What is this, what is the emperor doing?"
The members of the King of Han Dynasty finally suppressed the Crown Prince at all costs, but when they were celebrating, God made a big joke - "Zheng Zhichang was demoted."
It would be fine if he was relegated to another department. The Ministry of Punishment, it took the Crown Prince more than ten years to make them a piece of metal!
From Zheng Ci, to later Lu Zhen, to Liu Guan, and now to Wuzhong, there have been four successive ministers of the Ministry of Punishment, all of whom are princelings!
Zheng Zhichang rebelled from the princeling party to the Han Dynasty party, and now he was relegated to the minister of the Ministry of Punishment. Why should he be torn apart by the Ministry of Punishment?
The King of Han pushed Zheng Zhichang to the forefront, hoping that Zheng Zhichang could help him defeat the princelings. Now that the princelings have not yet fallen, Zheng Zhichang fell first.
"Why, I don't understand why the emperor suddenly changed the direction and intervened in this matter." The king of Han racked his brains to understand how he lost.
Su Qing said quietly: "Before, we were only focused on fighting the princes, and when we encountered a princeling, we would fight each other, but we actually forgot one important thing."
"What's going on?" King Han and Zheng Zhichang stared at Su Qing.
Su Qing took a deep breath: "Balance!"
When the king of Han heard this, his face turned ashen.
He finally understood why he lost.
No wonder King Qi was indifferent to the attack of the Han Dynasty, and no wonder the princelings who had been impeccable before suddenly became full of flaws.
They didn't need to do anything, they just looked at each other coldly and watched King Han's arrogance.
King Qi, the Crown Prince, and the King of Han reached a perfect triangular balance. Whoever breaks the balance first will lose first.
And the King of Han was the one who broke the balance.
So he lost.
(End of chapter)
