The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Kunning Palace,

Emperor Hongzhi was sitting on the brocade stool, while Empress Zhang was coaxing the sleeping Zhu Xiuyu. Zhu Houzhao lowered his head and ate obediently, preparing to slip out of the palace.

"Wuzijian, how many supervisors have you recruited?"

Xiao Jing hugged Yun Zhan: "There are only three people, and one of them is Yan Chengjin who captured Master Liang's son to make up the number."

Wu Zijian? Zhu Houzhao lowered his head, eyes shining, and secretly pricked up his ears.

Liang Chu's son was Liang Cixu.

When Emperor Hongzhi heard that Jin Yiwei said he was a dandy, he was slightly angry: "I ignored hundreds of officials and established a new government office, and Yan Chengjin actually made up for me!"

"Wang Yue's two sons are also here to make up the numbers, right?"

"Yes." Xiao Jing showed joy and found that Zhu Houzhao was staring at him. His face was slightly stiff: "It's not to blame Master Yan. Who wants to be a military general if he can be a civil servant? Master Yan has no choice."

The rule of military affairs by civil society cannot be changed by a mere military prison. In the eyes of the gentry, the power of military generals is still inferior to that of civil servants.

Emperor Hongzhi knew that it was not easy, so he changed the topic and said, "Is there any report on the battle in Liaodong?"

"My slave has not received it yet."

At this moment, Zhu Houzhao happily put down his ivory chopsticks and said, "I'm full."

Coming out of Kunning Palace, Zhu Houzhao followed the alleyway and soon came to change clothes under the palace wall.

Immediately, he jumped up on the little eunuch's back, hooked his hands on the edge of the wall, pressed his body against the top of the wall, and rolled out.

The imperial guard saw a figure coming down from the sky and was stunned when he realized it was His Highness the Crown Prince.

"Where is Wu Zijian?"

"Reporting to Your Highness, I am in the Western Market. I would like to ask Your Highness to return to the palace with his subordinates."

Xishi, Wuzijian,

According to the official positions of the Imperial College, the imperial court established positions such as sacrificial wine, business secretary, and supervisor. Only Wang Yue was on duty.

Wang Yue has become an official. Strictly speaking, he can only be regarded as a visiting doctor and receive money from the court.

The huge Wuzi Prison seemed empty and quiet.

Yan Chengjin looked at Wang Yue's teaching schedule and shook his head: "You only train for two hours a day. How can you train generals like this? I don't understand drills and the art of war, but I know that diligence can make up for weakness. Please double that, Lord Wang."

Double that, and it’s only eight hours, which is so merciful.

Wang Chun and Wang Shi looked at their stern father with ashen faces: Dad, who is this man?

Han Wen has practiced swords, guns and sticks since he was a child, and has no discomfort.

Wang Yue looked troubled and pointed at Liang Cigu: "Good nephew, although my son is stupid, he can still read and write. He can't even read and is a waste. How do you want me to teach him?"

The art of war and strategies mostly come from military books.

Every famous general in the court who is not a man of poetry and can win a battle by force alone must have advisers to assist him.

"How did Mr. Liang give birth to a waste like you?" Wang Yue hated that iron could not turn into steel.

Liang Cixu looked at Wang Yue in fear. At this moment, he just wanted to wait for Wang Yue to get off duty and escape back to Liang Mansion.

"Hey, Lao Gao, you established the Wuzi Prison?"

Zhu Houzhao looked at the palace excitedly and walked over with his hands on his back, as if he were returning to his parents' home.

This guy must have sent someone to inquire about the news before looking for this place.

He Neng brought two brocade stools, put them on green futons, and ordered his servants to serve hot pot.

Wu Zijian has just been established, and many regulations have not yet been finalized, so you have to think about it slowly while eating.

Yan Chengjin said: "The first rule is that you can take one day off every six days."

"I heard that idiots are the ones who sacrifice wine. You are taking the idiot's job and doing it for you!"

"Bo'an is in Liaodong. I don't know how long it will take before he can triumph. The Ministry of War has no intention of supervising it. I will manage it on my behalf." Yan Chengjin said.

…

Liaodong,

When Wang Shouren arrived, the Tatar army had already occupied Liaodong City.

More than five hundred people were trapped in the city. According to reports from spies, King Rong had not escaped from Liaodong City and was mingling with the people.

"Give me the map of Liaodong."

Deputy General Du Ce took the map of Liaodong and spread it on the desk.

The eastern part of Liaodong is hilly and mountainous, and the northern part is the hills of northern Liaoning. The terrain gradually becomes flatter toward the west and south.

Liaodong City is on flat terrain, suitable for Tatar cavalry operations.

According to Wang Shouren's knowledge, the Tatars had 8,000 cavalry and more than 2,000 infantry, a total of 10,000 people, attacking Liaoyang City.

Deputy General Du Ce worriedly said: "Liu Jiang led his troops to flee. We have less than 5,000 troops left. Your Excellency, please ask Xuanfu and Jizhou for help. Only then can we have a chance of winning this battle."

Du Ce is a veteran who is over forty years old and has extensive experience in defending cities.

The imperial court sent a weak civil servant like Wang Shouren to be the commander, and it was a little disappointing.

If there is a city wall, five thousand can resist ten thousand troops without any problem.

But now the Tatars have occupied Liaodong City,

They can only be stationed twenty miles away from Liaodong City. Looking around, there are no mountains and forests to borrow advantage of, and the Tatar cavalry can flatten the river.

The Ming cavalry was already weaker than the Tatars. Today, the Ming cavalry only has 2,000 people.

Wang Shouren shook his head: "Withdraw the troops, the Tatars will immediately attack Jizhou and Xuanfu."

Tatar is a big country in the north, and its military strength is no less than that of the Ming Dynasty.

If you want to win this battle, you must first get rid of the Tatar cavalry, which is as sharp as a spear.

"How much military rations are there in Liaodong City?" Wang Shouren asked suddenly.

Du Ce thought for a while: "After Liu Jiang fled, the five thousand stones of food and grass left behind fell into the hands of the Tatars, which can supply ten thousand soldiers and horses for half a month."

The Tatars never bring baggage carts and rely on cheese and dried meat as food.

There is no need to light a fire to cook, so the march is very fast.

The disadvantage is that you can only support war with war, using the enemy's food and grass to support your own army.

If things go on like this, they develop the habit of plundering food and grass and robbing the people.

"Gather all the food and grass, and two days later, lead 800 people to attack Liaodong City."

Du Ce's eyes widened. Is this scholar crazy?

"Sir..."

"Ask the military doctor if there is any poison that can kill horses?"

Wang Shouren remembered that when Liu Wentai was raising cattle in Shijingshan, there was a kind of grass that could poison cattle and make them weak and powerless.

Liaodong was covered with snow, and everything was dead. I wonder if this kind of grass can be found?

Du Ce suddenly realized that the Tatars like to plunder supplies and take them for themselves.

If the food and grass are soaked with poison to poison the Tatars' war horses, the Tatars will be like wolves without fangs.

Outside Liaodong City,

Liu Jin slept comfortably on the kang in a beige tent.

Five Tatars were lying on the ground. They didn't know what they had eaten, but they had died of poison.

"Anda! We found the camp of the Ming army. It's on the earthen hill forty miles away." The Tatars rushed in to report the good news.

The Tatar man was named Gangqi Muge. Liu Jin saved his wife and the two became close friends.

Liu Jin got up from the kang and said happily: "Let's go to Liaodong City!"

Gangqi Muge hesitated for a long time and was obviously unwilling to go: "They will rob our horses! And my woman!"

"Then let's go by ourselves. This horse and tent are for you."

Liu Jin happily put his feet into the shoe covers and carried a can of arsenic on his back.

The Tatars like to have slaves to help them herd sheep and horses. As long as they can talk, they will not kill him.

"Help Wang Shouren capture Liaodong City. Maybe Lord Yan will allow us to return to Beijing."

...

Beijing, Wuzijian.

Wuzijian was newly established not long ago, and the whole court was paying attention to it.

Liang Ci followed behind, panting, lagging behind the predecessors by more than a hundred steps. His body was like a weak kite and could fall down at any time.

"He is not good at studying, nor is he good at fighting. My dear nephew, this man is really not a good general."

Wang Yue was afraid of ruining his reputation, so he looked at Yan Chengjin.

Zhu Houzhao blinked his eyes and found it interesting: "Old Gao, I also want to be a doctor of the Wuzijian and teach people how to fight."

"Your Highness, don't implicate me." Yan Chengjin rolled his eyes at him.

The little eunuch came to report: "Sir Yan, His Majesty summoned the nine ministers!"

"What's the matter?"

"Liaodong reported back that Sir Wang won a great victory!"

Yan Chengjin and Wang Yue's faces changed drastically, so quickly!

From the last time Wang Shouren went to the Satsuma Kingdom, I found that book friends didn't like to watch the plot of fighting, so this part of the perspective was concise. There is a goal, that is, when this book is completed, it can reach 400,000 recommended votes. Book friends who have votes, please vote more, don't give up because of a small number of votes, and vote for every vote. Bow~ Thank you everyone