First Minister of Ming Dynasty

The battle was won, very happy.

But Zhang Ximeng was a little unhappy.

Both he and Zhu Yuanzhang had a heart for training. Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to see how well his soldiers were and whether they could resist the invasion of the Yuan army.

Zhang Ximeng wanted to verify intelligence, logistics, rewards and punishments, a lot of things, so as to accumulate experience for the next war.

Both of them regarded Zhao Junyong as a super experience pack.

After all, this one is the strongest among all the marshals in Haozhou. He scolds this and catches that all day long, and he is arrogant. No one can do anything about him.

Such a powerful opponent should be suitable for military training!

But the war had just started, and before the offensive was launched here, only the internal strife of his own people broke up to the outside world, followed by a boring siege, and then the whole world was catching pigs.

Even Zhao Junyong was arrested by several children.

This is like a martial arts master who scolded this and that all day long, and ended up in the ring, was knocked down three times in half a minute, and the audience laughed out loud.

Please, Zhao Junyong, can you give it a little bit!

While sighing, Zhang Ximeng suddenly discovered that there were a few civilian husbands who were carrying the wounded to the back of the medical clinic. The man in front, who was not young, ran sweating profusely, was still encouraging the wounded on the stretcher.

"Hold it up, the medical officer is very capable, your little injury is nothing, ten days and half a month, you are a good man again. You can still go to the battlefield and kill Danzi!"

He spoke very smoothly, and the wounded soldier endured the sharp pain, and barely forced a smile, "Thank you, uncle!"

The uncle blushed, but didn't say anything, just ran forward harder.

Zhang Ximeng took a look, and suddenly realized something...If he didn't admit his mistake, isn't this the old Zhang of the Academy?

Hasn't he been working as a civilian husband? Why did he also go on the battlefield, and also helped to carry the stretcher!

Even Zhang Ximeng can't help feeling ridiculous.

What a weird thing I am assisting Zhu Yuanzhang in the end!

After sighing, Zhang Ximeng rushed forward and didn't go far. He happened to see Zhu Yuanzhang. Opposite Lao Zhu, he was the biggest hero of this battle, Miao Tycoon.

"Upper position, the sinner should have been attached to the king's master earlier and served the higher position. But because the sinner was momentarily fainted, he almost became Zhao Jun's accomplice, please be punished by the higher authority!"

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded slightly, "You can fight back, help us win the battle, and make great contributions. We are happy in our hearts. Back in Hengjian Mountain, you didn't look down on us, so it's not a mistake..."

"No!" Miao Daheng shook his head, "The superior, it's not that the sinner looks down on the superior, it's the sinner who can't let go of the wealth and power in the family!"

Lao Zhu raised his brows, not surprisingly, he had talked with Zhang Ximeng a long time ago, and there were gains and losses in everything.

Since choosing the hearts of the people at the bottom, it will inevitably hurt the interests of many wealthy families.

It is naturally a good thing for them to think clearly and take the initiative to submit. If you can't figure it out, the tide is rolling in and weeding out these people is also reasonable.

Obviously, Tycoon Miao belonged to the kind of awakening.

It happened that Zhang Ximeng came over, and when he heard about the situation, he suddenly smiled, "General Miao, with us, and your old friend, do you want to meet?"

"Old friend, who is it?"

"Zhang Zhiyuan."

"What?" Daheng Miao couldn't believe his ears, Lao Zhang? How could he be alive?

A Semu, a general of the Yuan Army, fell into the hands of the Red Turban Army. It would be good if he didn't pick up the skin and grass, and threw his bones and ashes... How could he still remain in the army?

What route is this?

Tycoon Miao couldn't understand it, he just thought Zhang Ximeng lied to him.

In this case, Zhang Ximeng could only let people lead Tycoon Miao to see Lao Zhang in the medical hall... and when he walked halfway, he found that Lao Zhang was carrying a stretcher, along with a few young militiamen, to carry the wounded again.

He ran into each other with Miao Daheng, Lao Zhang was startled, grinned, "I still have a living, come back to talk?"

It's really him!

Nothing can be wrong with a high nose and deep eyes.

Daheng Miao was full of doubts. Without saying anything, he followed Lao Zhang and lifted the stretcher... After running four times, he was sweaty and soaked with his clothes, and he was finally able to rest.

The two former superiors sat on a wooden stake and started talking.

Tycoon Miao couldn't understand it. How could the old man Zhang become like this?

"It's no surprise... the superior took me prisoner. At first it was to let me write something that I knew. I handed in 300,000 words before and after, and the writing was dizzy and dying."

Daheng Miao grinned as soon as he heard it, 300,000 words, this is driving people to death!

"Then, then why would you be willing to do something for them, could it?"

Old Zhang smiled, "I wrote about my own affairs and Yuanting's affairs. I wrote everything I knew, but it was still not enough. Then the little gentleman came to me and asked why I didn't write about Kaihe?"

"Kaihe? He wants to hold you accountable?"

Lao Zhang shook his head, "On the contrary, he told me that the flooding of the Yellow River will cause more than a thousand years of misfortune. This time Master Jialuja was ordered to manage the Yellow River. I will assist in mobilizing the civilians and dredging the river. I have merit, and I should write more. !"

"What?" Miao Daheng was surprised again, "He, do they really say that?"

Lao Zhang nodded, "It is true. The young gentleman also asked a lot about the recruitment of civilians, and also asked whether the court had proper arrangements and why the Red Scarf Uprising occurred. Is it early signs..."

Daheng Miao was completely stupid. A little Red Scarf thief who had not occupied Chuzhou at that time was concerned about the governance of the Yellow River. Was it his brain broke, or the structure was too big for mortals to understand?

Lao Zhang smiled and said: "I always thought that I had done something for Yuan Ting, and that I was guilty of death. But the superior and my husband even gave me a chance and affirmed my strength in managing the Yellow River. This is my heart, and again. How can you not be impressed! From then on, I did some labor and worked with the big guys. Gradually, I figured out a lot of things. In fact, at the beginning, decades ago, I was also treated as a slave and was taken by the Western Regions. The kings gave it to Emperor Dayuan."

"Leaving home, like an animal, leaving their relatives, I don't know whether they are alive or dead now!" Lao Zhang said, his eyes flushed.

"Yuan Ting divided people into Mongolians, Semu people, Han people, and southerners... But under the upper authority, there are only the poor and the officials who harm the people, as well as the wealthy and unscrupulous. If I want to understand this, I am a new person. Survived. This time, in order to deal with Zhao Junyong, militiamen were recruited from various places. Although I was old, but had experience in leading soldiers, I led the team. We alone transported more than 20 wounded. They are all good boys, they are all good!"

"No matter how many soldiers and horses Yuan Ting comes, they can't win! Not to mention Zhao Jun. He is fighting the fire with moths and seeking his own way!"

...

Daheng Miao talked a lot with Lao Zhang, he solved the doubts in his mind, but more questions arose. Valley

Just like Zhu Yuanzhang, he is already on his side, but he is still conscientious, not eating or drinking, not loving beauty, getting up early and sleeping late every day, busy, what is he doing?

Is it true that he is really a natural man who likes to be good to the common people?

Daheng Miao couldn't figure it out for a while, but he felt a strong shock.

Even Lao Zhang, who is a secular person, can stand on Zhu Yuanzhang's side. Maybe it is really the fate of heaven. Yuan Ting Bingma really can't help him!

Anyway, Zhu Yuanzhang is definitely better than Zhao Jun. The difference between the two cannot be calculated.

However, this is not to say that Zhu Yuanzhang's governance has no defects. On the contrary, this brief conflict actually exposed Zhu Jiajun's defects.

"The upper position, the humble position thinks that the army will be commanded by thousands of households, the number is too small, and the mobs are okay to deal with the bandits. If you encounter the elite soldiers of the Yuan Ting, you can only rely on one or a few thousand households, I am afraid that it will not be able to stop the enemy!"

When Daheng Miao came back from Lao Zhang, he made suggestions at the celebration banquet.

And this suggestion was immediately approved by Zhang Ximeng.

"My lord, this is actually what I want to say... At the beginning, we used a thousand families to control the army. First, there were not many soldiers and secondly, they were all recruits. Many people were not familiar with the battlefield situation and scattered into thousands of families. Training is much easier. But at the moment we have more than 50,000 soldiers and horses. There are many thousands of households in Class A and thousands of households in Class B. There are also soldiers and horses newly attached to Hezhou and other places. If you still use a thousand households to lead the army, it will be inevitable. The troops are scattered, and they can't play their combat power on the battlefield."

Mentioned here, the big guys feel the same, especially Xu Da and Tang He and others.

They came up from all directions. It is reasonable to say that Zhao Junyong should be unable to fly with his wings, but Zhao Jun escaped in a daze... If it weren't for the serious injury and blood loss, he encountered Li Wenzhong and others, maybe he really ran away.

The reason for this situation is that there is a lack of cooperation among thousands of individual households. It seems that there are a lot of people, but the command is not unified, which has caused a shortage of troops.

If this situation is encountered by Mongolian fine riding, the consequences are obviously disastrous.

You must concentrate your forces and build a strong fist to have the hope of winning in the next battle.

Zhu Yuanzhang pondered over and over again, and nodded, "Mr. I mean to set up ten thousand households?"

According to the Yuan Dynasty's establishment, there are indeed tens of thousands of households above a thousand households.

Zhao Junyong surrendered to Yuan Ting and gave ten thousand jobs.

It's just that Zhang Ximeng shook his head, "Lord, the minister thought it was not appropriate to set up ten thousand households."

Zhu Yuanzhang stretched his brows and asked hurriedly: "Why?"

"At the moment, we have only more than ten thousand households in the first class. If we are organized into ten thousand households, wouldn't we put all the military power under one person? Moreover, according to the custom of Yuan Ting, it is necessary to inherit all the military power under one person? Although we don’t have to think about this right now, we will inevitably make arrangements in the future. If there are ten thousand households, will ten thousand households be hereditary? Wouldn’t it be the return of soldiers and the separatist regime?"

"From the perspective of military power distribution and long-term consideration, I am opposed to the establishment of 10,000 households. In addition, I also think that the establishment of 10,000 households is a bit bloated. No matter how many soldiers and horses, the two armies actually encounter each other and fight together. Eight thousand people, usually even fewer."

Zhang Ximeng is not nonsense. This is the law of cold weapon engagement. After all, the range of a commander's control is so large, beyond a certain distance, it is impossible to be able to do so.

Therefore, the limit of the force that can be accommodated on a front is 10,000 to 20,000.

Chang Yuchun said that he led one hundred thousand soldiers and went rampant all over the world, but these one hundred thousand people must have fronts and backs, masters and subordinates, and it is impossible to put them on the front line, so not many directly put into the battle.

If 10,000 households are set up at this time, that is, one 10,000 households will go up, and if they can't stand it, the whole army will retreat.

"My lord, what I mean is to set up a commander, each commander will command three to five thousand households. Under the commander, some cavalry, some scouts, and heavy soldiers will be arranged. To form a combat fist, you can fight alone. The enemy can also unite several to form a joint force! It is much stronger than a single thousand households, and it is convenient to arrange and dispatch. There is only one thing that needs attention."

Zhu Yuanzhang listened to Zhang Ximeng's introduction, and was quite satisfied. These words were simply to the heart.

He didn't consider the issue of setting up ten thousand households, but once set up ten thousand households, where would he put him?

Therefore, for a long period of time, Old Zhu would rather work harder himself, and never improve the establishment.

But when the war is coming, the single thousand households are indeed too weak. Several thousand households are gathered together, and it is not convenient to command. Who will take the lead?

If, according to Zhang Ximeng's design, three to five thousand households are brought together and led by a commander, it is indeed much more flexible and convenient.

"Sir, where is the problem? What's wrong?" Old Zhu asked curiously.

Zhang Ximeng smiled and said: "After the establishment of the commander, I am afraid that the official title of the lord is not enough. I mean that the lord should give himself a step higher, so let's put the title of commander first!"

Want to be promoted again?

Old Zhu touched his chin unconsciously, "Is it too fast?"

The big guy laughed as soon as he heard it, anyway, you are our boss, even if you are now the emperor, no one cares!

"Sir, we are still a subordinate of Guo Dashuai. You must have a name for promotion, don't you? You can't just stretch out your hand to ask for an official, no!"

Zhang Ximeng smiled and said: "Lord, this is not ready? Zhao Junyong invaded Chuzhou and was captured by the lord. I think Zhao Junyong had also kidnapped Marshal Guo, but now he has captured Zhao Junyong and sent it to Marshal Guo. He is still worried that Marshal Guo will not give him to the lord. Promoted?"

Guo Zixing?

The big guy seems to have forgotten that there is such a person.

At that time, the seven marshals of Haozhou, Peng Da died at the hands of Zhao Jun, Sun Deya was slaughtered by Zhu Yuanzhang, and the other three had already been disarmed and returned to the fields and farmed honestly.

Now that Zhao Junyong is captured again, even Guo Zixing is seriously ill.

The first generation of Haozhou Red Scarf is completely withered.

And the entire Red Scarf Army in Huaixi gradually gathered under Zhu Yuanzhang's.

Unify Huaixi!

Finally achieved the goal~www.wuxiaspot.com~Lao Zhu raised his head and was silent for a little bit. Various scenes flashed before his eyes, from defending Haozhou, to garrisoning troops in Linhuai, to Dingyuan south, and conquering Chuzhou... all the way It also went smoothly.

One commander, there is nothing remarkable.

If you can defeat the Yuan army, no matter how high you are, you will deserve it!

"Well, Mr. Zhang will accompany us to rectify the soldiers... Tang He, you go to Huaiyuan!"

Tang He hesitated a little, and hurriedly bowed, "Humble duty!"

"Yeah! Prepare more gifts for Marshal Guo. If you want to be sincere, you can treat it as returning home in fine clothes, okay?"

"Understood!" Tang He nodded vigorously, "please don't worry about your superiors. The humble post will do this well and earn enough face."

A smile appeared on the corner of Lao Zhu's mouth, whether it was small or thoughtful...

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