I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 110 talk on paper
In the first year of Chongzhen, on the evening of the New Year's Eve, Zhu Youjian, the idiot emperor, invited civil and military officials to a "buffet" and strongly condemned the refugees in the north for their rebellion.

And solemnly stated that when the new year is over, we will raise food and grass, mobilize heavy troops, and go to encircle and suppress the lawless 'rebel army'.

Only then did the civil and military officials feel relieved, and when they were full of wine and food, they could not help but recite a few poems, nothing more than "saying goodbye to the old year with the sound of firecrackers, and asking about mulberry and hemp in the fragrance of royal wine".

It was sour and smelly, and Zhu Youjian laughed out loud, very satisfied.

now it's right.

Scholars in the Ming Dynasty could just recite poems and make love, drink and play tricks, listen to music, quietly annex land, privately sell salt and iron, and cannibalize the court. What military affairs are they concerned about?
Wouldn't it be nice to be a useless writer or artist following my prodigal family, eating hot and drinking hot food, doing nothing all day long?
Spend the day and drink, dance and dance to promote peace.

How good!

I beg all my lovers, stop being loyal.

Bie Te Niang's single-mindedness pushed Daming Dynasty to a dead end!
Looking at the "prodigal value" that was scurrying up and down in his character panel, the idiot emperor Zhu Youjian knew in his heart that the road of rebellion was finally on the right track.

【Zhu Youjian: The First Prodigal Son of Ming Dynasty】

Identity: Emperor of Ming Dynasty

Sex: Male
Hobbies: female
Lifespan: 17/34+360
Prodigal value: 86772/153000
基础属性：力量+8、敏捷+8、骑射+12、智商+2、情商+12
Special Skill: Emperor's Heart Technique
Special reward: Heavenly Creation (Tier 2) M98 Mauser Rifle Blueprint

……

"The dog system doesn't talk about martial arts. When I wanted to develop military industry, all the blueprints I gave were for repairing bridges and roads, building water conservancy, and farming." '

'I wanted to farm and rebel, but finally rewarded with an orange-level manufacturing book? '

This is too cool!
Let Song Yingxing help you get out tens of thousands of them later, and equip our rebel army first.

'It's Chinese New Year, what is Mao Yuanyi doing? "

"Seize the power in the hands of Yuan Chonghuan, will it go smoothly? Should Cao Gong send some experts to help...'

……

On the [-]th night of the New Year's Eve in the first year of Chongzhen, the most confused person was Yuan Chonghuan, uncle of the Northwest.

Your Majesty, what is this for?
First, he rewarded himself as Zhenhaibo, and went to Longjiang Shipyard to supervise the construction of warships. As a result, before his butt was warmed up, a "secret edict" was issued to the Shaanxi-Gansu area.

His name is Northwest Bo, but he is actually the 'grass bandit leader'.

To be honest, Yuan Chonghuan's abilities were quite adequate among the civil servants of the Ming Dynasty. He deserved to be a Dongguan man who had won the Ningyuan and Ningjin victories.

In just a few months, he recruited nearly [-] refugees and trained them extremely harshly.

Affected by food and salaries, weapons and equipment, and actual combat experience, the combat power of this refugee team has not yet reached half of that of the elite Ming army, but it is pure.

The uniform dismissal of veterans, coupled with Yuan Chonghuan's iron and blood methods, made the morale of this team very stable.

However, all of this has nothing to do with him.

The idiot emperor Zhu Youjian issued a secret edict, promoting Yuan Chonghuan to the Marquis of Yunnan, ordering him to immediately enter the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, and secretly form a second "Daming Iron Army"...

The officer was promoted, but the soldier was gone.

Yuan Chonghuan didn't complain, and directly handed over his military power to the people who came.

"Your Majesty... must have been coerced by others, and he issued this secret edict as a last resort!" '

'Otherwise, why would Mao Yuanyi, a God of War-level person, be sent to take over a team of refugees? '

"Is it Wei Zhongxian, that dog thief, or the remnants of Donglin?"Or the Jin Party, the Chu Party, and the Qi Party? '

"Your Majesty, they are all treacherous ministers. Only our Zhejiang faction is sincerely dedicated to the country and the country of Ming Dynasty, and dies! '

In a large camp of rebels deep in the Qinling Mountains, Yuan Chonghuan sent more than a dozen volunteer generals, guerrillas, etc., and solemnly introduced the new leader to everyone in front of everyone——

Mao Yuanyi.

His pseudonym is Mao Shimin, and he is known as Mr. Mao Da.

Unlike Yuan Chonghuan, the "masked man", this Mr. Mao Da wore a blue shirt, completely looking like a teacher, and made several leaders of the rebel army look at each other in dismay.

However, the military order was like a mountain, and the transfer of military power was smooth.

Yuan Chonghuan and Mao Yuanyi are not nonsense people. After the transfer of military power, Yuan Chonghuan received the "blood clothes edict" from the idiot emperor, turned his head and left.

One person and one ride, taking advantage of the snowy night of the New Year's Eve, heading towards the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau...

……

"Has everyone had dinner?" Mao Yuanyi asked softly after watching Yuan Chonghuan leave, and after a few breaths of silence.

This "Mr. Mao Da" looked indifferent, gentle and elegant, without the dignity of a big boss at all, which made several subordinates quite uncomfortable.

"Uh...Report to General Qi, I've eaten!"

More than a dozen participating generals and guerrillas clasped their fists and responded loudly.

"Okay, then tidy up," Mao Yuanyi said with a gentle smile, "Let's go to Xi'an Mansion, and I invite everyone to make steamed buns with mutton."

"Huh? Go to Xi'an Mansion?"

More than a dozen generals and guerrillas were stunned.

This Mr. Mao Da, are you sure he is not a spy sent by the imperial court?

Will they lure everyone into the Xi'an mansion, and then let the officers and soldiers dispatch to cook everyone together?
"Everyone is afraid of Hong Chengchou?" Mao Yuanyi said with a smile, "It's not a cause for concern for civil servants who are in charge of the army for the first time."

Seeing that the generals under his command didn't quite understand, Mao Yuanyi continued to say: "Hong Chengchou, a Jinshi in the 44th year of Wanli, was first appointed as the head of the Jiangxi Qing Officials Department of the Ministry of Punishments. six years;
During the Tianqi Dynasty, he was promoted to be a scholar in Zhejiang Province, and two years later he was promoted to Liangzhe Cheng to announce the Political Left Senate;

In the seventh year of the apocalypse, that is, last year, Hong Chengchou was promoted to the governor of Shaanxi and participated in politics.

It was not until more than two months ago that he was promoted by the court as the governor of Shaanxi on three fronts, because he had too many troops.

So, nothing to worry about. "

The generals were even more puzzled: "There are too many troops, so there is nothing to worry about?" '

Seeing that everyone didn't understand, Mao Yuanyi was not anxious, and continued to "inspire" like a teacher: "Leading soldiers to fight is similar to when you were young when you were herding sheep for landlords and rich families;
Why do you say that?
Think about it, if you can count to one hundred after a few days of private school, when you herd a flock of thirty or fifty sheep, wouldn't it be easy to know which sheep has a few teeth and which sheep have a few teeth? Time to go?

But if you were given [-] sheep, you probably wouldn’t be able to count them all, would you? "

The generals laughed when they heard this.

After all, it was the principal of the Daming Lecture Hall, who talked about the art of war in a very eloquent manner, in a simple way, so that a bunch of rough people could understand it right away.

"So, I can guarantee that Hong Chengchou should be counting his lambs on the city wall of Xi'an Mansion."

"You said, isn't he scary?"

The generals laughed again.

The atmosphere quickly became harmonious, and under the command of Yuan Chonghuan's iron and blood methods, the generals and guerrillas who could only strictly follow orders finally began to use their brains.

"Mr. Mao Da, we are going to Xi'an Mansion to cook mutton. Shall we first create a little noise in Lintong and Huayin, so that Hong Chengchou can go when he is in a hurry?"

"Well, that's a good idea. Let him ignore the city defense of Xi'an Mansion, so we can go in."

……

Listening to everyone's heated discussion, Mao Yuanyi smiled and said, "You guys are really too bad."

"I also said to let Hong Chengchou sleep soundly. If you make such a fuss, the whole Guanzhong will probably be messed up. How can he sleep soundly?"

"Pass my general order, Zhang Tong'er bids 840 five people to attack Hanzhong!"

"The remaining 230 people will be divided into seven groups, and quickly enter the designated places around Xi'an Prefecture for a three-month field training!"

"Ben Shuai, please go eat mutton buns!"

While talking, Mao Yuanyi took out a map and began to arrange tasks very accurately.

Whether it's the situation of the soldiers, the configuration of weapons, or even some food and grass transportation and emergency evacuation routes, they are all clearly marked on the map, which looks clear at a glance.

Generals: "..."

Will this Mr. Mao Da know how to fight?
How does it feel, is a teacher, talking on paper!
(End of this chapter)