But the moment he said that he recommended Wang Wenzuo to the emperor, Wang Wenzuo was a little surprised. After all, most people who have a bad feeling towards others will not think that the other person will take the initiative to show kindness to them. Later, when Liu Rengui said his last words, Wang Wenzuo was even more emotional. A traditional feudal scholar-bureaucrat like Liu Rengui was like a cactus. He looked good from a distance, but if he got close to his colleagues, he would be pricked all over. However, the assist he gave himself this time was an unexpected surprise. If he could really succeed Liu Renyuan in taking charge of the Xiongjin Governor's Mansion, then he would have room to flex his muscles, which could take as long as five years or as little as three years. Create a situation.
"Ming Gong!"
"It's Chang Zhi, what's the matter?" Wang Wenzuo turned around. I don't know who started it these days. The titles of Wang Wenzuo among his subordinates changed from "Langjun", "Sima", and "Shangguan" to The attitudes of "Ming Gong" and "Fu Jun" became more respectful. This subtle change made Wang Wenzuo feel secretly happy. The wonderful benefits that power brings to people are really difficult to describe in words.
"This is the roster of sergeants, as well as equipment and armor!" Hei Te Changzhi held up the roster with both hands. Wang Wenzuo took it casually and said with a smile, "Why so fast? Changzhi, you have worked hard these days!"
"This is all a matter within the scope of my subordinates. Zen Master Dinghui, Yijilianbode and others also contributed a lot!"
"Yes!" Wang Wenzuo nodded. He opened the book and read a few pages before he realized something was wrong: "Why are there only short-sighted soldiers, crossbows, and so few shields and armor? And how about pack animals?"
"Reporting to Duke Ming, soldiers are required to prepare their own short-range bows and crossbows. As for the others, the Ministry of War refuses to distribute them. We will ask the military town to distribute them after we reach Baekje!"
"Seniors prepare their own supplies?" Wang Wenzuo was stunned: "I remember that except for the seven things that the soldiers carry with them, everything else is provided by the government, right?"
The seven things that Wang Wenzuo said refer to: clothing, quilts, supplies, materials, bows and arrows, saddles and bridles, and weapons and weapons. According to the regulations of the 10th year of Emperor Zhenguan: "A person is equipped with one bow, thirty arrows, Hu Lu, horizontal sword, A sharpening stone, a large alfalfa, a felt hat, a felt outfit, and traveling silk ribbons are all provided. Nine buckets of wheat and rice, and two buckets of rice are all prepared by oneself. The armor and military equipment are also stored in the storehouse. If there is an expedition, treat them as they come in. Give it to them. Those who stay on guard will only be given bows, arrows, and swords." According to what is said above, apart from bows, arrows, and swords, other weapons, armor, and pack animals for a government soldier are provided by the government, and the rations are also provided by the government. You only need to prepare nine dou of wheat rice and two dou of rice, and more will be provided by the government.
"The clerk at the Ministry of War said that this is indeed the case for government soldiers, but these are not people in the military register. This is not only true for those who went to Baekje, but also for others who were conscripted and sent to Anxi. They were all issued by the local military town!"
"These guys from the Ministry of War!" Wang Wenzuo couldn't help but feel angry when he heard this. Isn't this a group of unarmored unarmed infantry? There is no armor, no long soldiers, no crossbows, and no pack animals. You can't just go in with a horizontal sword, bow and arrow, right? The gentlemen of the Sentimental War Department regard these conscripted evil boys as real cannon fodder, used to consume the arrows of the Tubo people!
"Forget it, you don't have to worry about this matter for now. Just prepare your food, shoes and other things you need on the road! I'll take care of the battle!"
"As you command!"
Watching Hei Te Changzhi's leaving figure, Wang Wenzuo shook his head. He must still use his upper-level connections when they should be used, otherwise the scribes at the Ministry of War would have ten thousand ways to kill him.
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"Sanlang, in fact, the Ministry of War is right to do this!" After listening to Wang Wenzuo's statement, Jin Renwen said slowly: "According to practice, it has always been like this!"
"It's always been like this? But if you give me a group of unarmed soldiers, where can I find armored soldiers to give them?"
"Sanlang, listen to me!" Jin Renwen said with a smile: "There are a number of armored battles in the arsenal, which correspond to the military offices in various places. You people are recruited temporarily. You ask the Ministry of War to give you armored battles temporarily. Where did the Ministry of War find it for you?"
"That being said, we can't let them go into battle empty-handed, right?"
"If you have bows, arrows and swords, you are not empty-handed, right? Besides, after your people left Chang'an, they were marching in the country. There was no enemy at all, so why go into battle? When you get to Baekje, your world is not yours. You have just finished fighting. There are still few armored weapons collected in the treasury? It shouldn't be difficult to equip two thousand people, right?
"
Hearing Jin Ren ask, "The world is not yours yet." Wang Wenzuo knew that the other party had also heard about his replacement of Liu Renyuan, and whispered: "Brother Renshou, have you also heard about Governor Liu? How will the emperor deal with him? ?」
"I guess we just need to transfer him back first and let him return to his hometown for retirement, right? He's not too young anymore, so it might not be a bad thing to be able to go back to his hometown!" Jin Renwen smiled nonchalantly: "You don't have to worry too much. He, if you have time, you should think more about what you should do after going to Baekje? I know he has been kind to you, but he also has descendants. It will not be too late to repay his descendants after you become a public minister in the future. !」
"I see!"
"It's good that you understand!" Jin Renwen patted Wang Wenzuo on the shoulder: "Sanlang, with your talent, your future will be limitless. Many major things that you think are great now will be waiting for you when your position is higher in the future." You can get it done with just a little effort, so now you have to look further ahead and don't waste your energy on these trivial matters."
"Thank you, Brother Renshou, for your teaching!"
"Okay, I will ask the Ministry of War for you about the pack animals. You have two thousand people, so a thousand mules and a thousand donkeys should be enough, right?"
"That's enough, that's enough!" Wang Wenzuo was overjoyed when he heard this and hurriedly said, "Thank you, Brother Renshou, for your help!"
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"It's nice to have someone up there!" Wang Wenzuo sighed secretly as he walked out of Jin Renwen's house. In ancient times, it was not just cavalry that needed animals. Infantry with a slightly higher armor coverage rate all needed animals to transport heavy armor, otherwise they would have to carry a full set of armor. The soldiers were exhausted after a day's march, so how could they line up to fight? The reason why Wang Wenzuo was able to start as a gang leader was because his master provided him with a full set of armor and horses. Jin Renwen immediately gave the infantry an average of one pack animal per person, but No small favor.
Back at his residence, Wang Wenzuo looked at the sky and decided to go to Cao Wenzong's place while it was still dark, and talk about the next arrangements with the two princesses who were fostered at Xiaoman's place to avoid any misunderstandings.
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Pingkangli, Cao Zhai.
"Sister Xiaoman, which one of Cao Shifan's apprentices do you think is the most skilled in martial arts?" Li Suwen asked while peeking out from the crack of the window at the people practicing.
"You don't have to ask, it must be Brother Xiaoyi!" Xiaoman replied casually while oiling his short sword: "This time, more than 20 disciples who have practiced martial arts under the teacher are unwilling to go. Baekje, in the end, Brother E was killed, and Brother E was not injured at all. Who else in the courtyard besides the teacher has this ability?"
"Sister Xiaoman, you can't do it either? I think you are also very powerful? That evil guy who bullied us was killed with one knife!"
"Of course not?" Xiaoman put the oiled short knife into the sheath, and took out the long knife and began to polish and maintain it: "That evil guy has fought on the street a few times at most, and he doesn't know anything. He just needs to aim the knife. If he gets the position, he will bump into him and stab him to death. The people Brother Yi killed had at least learned martial arts from the teacher for a few years. Although the martial arts skills were different, they were definitely not laymen. In hand-to-hand combat, there were many wins and losses. It all depends on luck. If you can kill more than 20 people without getting hurt, Brother Yi is definitely not a little bit higher than them."
"Then according to Sister Xiaoman, as long as you learn martial arts, it will be easy to kill that evil guy that day, right?"
"Yes!" Xiaoman replied without raising his head: "As long as you have mastered the art of integrating your mind, hand, step, and eye, even if you only have a short sword in your hand, killing ordinary people who have never practiced martial arts will be the same as cutting down a grass target. Just as easy!"
"Is that difficult?" Li Suwen asked.
"Does it depend on the person? I spent about two years under the teacher!"
"Two years?" Li Suwen touched her chin and was thinking about whether to ask Xiaoman for advice when she heard a familiar voice coming from outside.
"Xiao Man, Wang Sima is here and he has something to ask you!"
"Wang Sima is here?" Li Suwen jumped up and was about to go out when she was held back by Li Xiayu.
"Little sister, we are now in a
Where there is doubt, don’t cause any more trouble! "
"Okay!" Li Suwen lowered her head in frustration and sat down. After a while, Wang Wenzuo came in from the door and closed the door behind him: "Your Highnesses, how have you been these days?"
"Thank you, King Sima, for your trouble. Our sisters are having a good time these days!" Li Xiayu said.
"That's good!" Wang Wenzuo nodded: "Your Highnesses, the imperial court has issued an edict. In a few days, Wei Chen will return to Baekje. Xiaoman and Master Cao will also go with Wei Chen. If you two There is no other place to go in Chang'an, so why not just follow Wei Chen and leave Chang'an!"
Li Xiayu had heard a lot of news about Wang Wenzuo from Xiaoman these days, and had long been mentally prepared to leave Chang'an. She smiled and said, "We sisters are like duckweeds in the wind now. Everything is at Wang Sima's discretion!"
"Thank you for your trust, Your Highness!" Wang Wenzuo saw that Li Xiayu was so reasonable, and he was secretly happy: "Weichen had a good friend named Liu An, who died in the battle in Baekje. Weichen planned to entrust the two of you to his widow, so he said They are all the children of Paoze who died in the battle, so this way we can hide it from outsiders, what do you think, Your Highness?"
Li Xiayu felt a little sad when she heard that she could not go to Baekje with Wang Wenzuo. However, she also knew that her sister had a special status and was young and beautiful. If she went to Baekje with Wang Wenzuo, it would be too conspicuous and might cause trouble. The catastrophic disaster not only harmed himself. He would also bring trouble to others, so he forced a smile and said, "As I said just now, we sisters will obey Wang Sima's arrangements in everything!"
"That's good!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "Then please wait for a few days with peace of mind!" After that, he stood up and left.
"Sister!" Li Suwen whispered as she watched Wang Wenzuo leave, "You obviously love Wang Sima so much, why don't you ask him to take you to Baekje with you?"
"Little sister, do you think a good man like Wang Sima still lacks women around him?" Li Xiayu sighed: "An ominous person like me will harm people wherever he goes, so it's better to stay away from him. !" At this point, she suddenly stood up, swept the dishes on the table to the floor, knelt down with her hands clasped together and prayed: "Buddha Maitreya is above in the West, and a believing girl would rather become an asura, a beast, or a beast in the next life. All the hungry ghosts in the world just wish that they would not be reborn in an emperor’s family and suffer such endless suffering again!”
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Chang'an, Baqiao.
Although it is still early in the morning, pedestrians are already busy on both sides of Baqiao. By the willow forest on the bank, people are everywhere saying goodbye to wine and breaking willows as gifts. The princes and scholars in brocade robes and swords wrote poems to say goodbye, chanting endlessly, which diluted the sadness of farewell a little.
"Sanlang!" Jin Renwen broke a willow branch by the roadside and handed it to Wang Wenzuo: "You and I are saying goodbye now. We don't know when we will see each other again, so take care of yourself!"
"I understand! Brother Renshou must also take care of it! In a few years, I will definitely lead Wanqi as my brother's pioneer!" Wang Wenzuo took the willow branch, his eyes getting wet. In ancient times, transportation was inconvenient, communication was even more troublesome, and medical technology was also backward. Once we say goodbye, no one knows whether it will be the last time we see each other. The sadness of parting is naturally beyond the understanding of modern people who can communicate with each other just by picking up their mobile phones.
"Okay, okay, I'm relying on Sanlang!" Jin Renwen patted Wang Wenzuo on the shoulder, his eyes were slightly red: "You and I are both martial artists, so we don't need to give you poems. But the prince asked me to bring one I’ll give you a gift, so I’ll be lazy and be a favor!” After that, he took out a jade flute from his sleeve and started playing it. The sound of the flute was so exciting that it was like passing through gold and stone, and the attendants on the side responded in unison. Wang Wenzuo heard it familiarly, and knew that it was "The Song of King Lanling Entering the Battle", which was extremely popular among the people at that time. He couldn't help but get excited, drew his sword, danced, and made finger gestures. The barb strikes like a thorn.
"One hundred thousand soldiers from Guanlong came like clouds covering the land; they were surrounded by thousands of people, all of them were Westerners; five hundred cavalrymen entered the formation as if they were flying through the air. Who should be the first? Lanling is tall and respectful. Her face is as soft as a daughter's, and her heart is strong. A man of ten thousand heroes. I am in the golden trench, and no one in the city knows me. I don’t show my armor to everyone, and they all say come to save me! The Westerners have relieved the siege, and King Gao has returned from hundreds of battles..."
After a while, when the song was over, Wang Wenzuo returned the sword to its sheath, knelt down and took the jade flute from Jin Renwen's hand, and said in a deep voice: "Please return your thanks to Your Majesty the East Palace on behalf of me! I will definitely repay the country with my body!"
"It's easy to talk!" Jin Renwen helped Wang Wenzuo up from the ground and then helped him get on the horse: "We'll say goodbye today.
You and I, brothers and sisters, are thousands of miles apart from each other. I hope we have already made great achievements, built a foundation for eternity, and left a name in history! "
Ijirenbode on the side was about to mount his horse, but he found that his friend Ding Hui was immersed in writing something with a pen and paper. From time to time, he would put the brush into his mouth and lick it, leaving his mouth full of ink without realizing it. He hurriedly asked: "Ding Hui." Megumi, what are you doing? We’ve finished saying goodbye and we’re on our way!”
"Wait a moment, I'll be fine soon!" Donghui buried his head in recording without raising his head. Ijirenbode looked at it curiously, but found that what his friend recorded on the paper was music score, and then he understood: "Are you going to record the music score just now?"
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