I am the prince of the Ming Dynasty, I don't give up

Chapter 313 Calculation
"Emergency military information?" Zhu Houzhao's interest was piqued. "How could a Han Chinese who escaped to Mongolia know any emergency military information?"

"I have been in the Mongolian tribe for ten years. The Mongols have long stopped guarding against me. Besides, the military intelligence I am going to tell you is no secret in the tribe..." said the Mongolian refugee eagerly.

He knew that the person in front of him was invaluable, a garrison commander and a guerrilla general who could be killed at will, and his identity must be extraordinary, so he had to seize this opportunity to show himself.

"What's your name?" Zhu Houzhao suddenly asked.

"My name is Jia Gui..." said the Mongolian fugitive.

"Jia Gui, tell me if you have any military information. This general will not be stingy with his rewards..."

Jia Gui's dirty face showed a hint of joy, and he said quickly: "General, Dayan Khan is preparing to gather all the tribes to plunder southward..."

Jia Gui's words caused everyone to laugh.

"What kind of emergency military information is this? When have the Mongols not moved south in recent years?" Jiang Bin said with a sneer.

Dayan Khan, the little Mongolian prince, had been working hard to unify Mongolia. There were endless wars on the grasslands, and the scale of the looting that went south every year was not large. In some years, it was not even large. It was not until the eighth year of Zhengde that Dayan Khan finally unified the Mongolian tribes. The scale of the looting that went south suddenly increased, and he went south every year, but the direction of the looting was different every year...

Therefore, the pressure on the nine frontiers has been very high in recent years. Why did Zhu Houzhao stay in Xuanfu with the new army and not go back? He must have wanted to try to see if he could run into Dayan Khan in Xuanfu when he was looting southwards and fight with him.

"This year is different! The scale of the Mongols moving south will be even larger this year!" Jia Gui shouted anxiously.

"How do you know the scale will be bigger?" Jiang Jiangong asked.

"My tribe is directly under the jurisdiction of Dayan Khan's third son. Every time we go to war, soldiers from my tribe will be recruited. When I escaped from the tribe, word had already spread that the number of recruits this year would be twice that of previous years, and even soldiers who had just reached adulthood would be recruited," Jia Gui explained.

"Go on!" Jiang Jiangong looked thoughtful.

"Since so many warriors have been recruited from the directly affiliated tribes, Nadayan Khan will definitely not leave too many young and strong people in other vassal tribes, so he will definitely recruit more young and strong people from the vassal tribes!" Jia Gui explained.

Zhu Houzhao understood what Jia Gui meant. Although Dayan Khan unified the left and right wings of Mongolia, the unification did not last long. There were many people with different intentions in the vassal tribes. If all the young and strong people from the directly affiliated tribes were recruited, the vassal tribes might have evil intentions, so he would recruit the young and strong people from the vassal tribes as well.

"What do you think?" Zhu Houxuan looked at the generals who were accompanying him.

The generals were also discussing this.

"General, this man's origins are unknown, and we cannot trust the news he brings back!" said a border army general. This was also the opinion of most people present.

While the generals were discussing, Jiang Jiangong asked his staff to bring food and water to the Mongolian refugees, and then began to question each of them.

After seeing this, Zhu Houzhao said, "Let's go back to Xinhekoubao first and wait for the General Staff to collect some intelligence before drawing conclusions." Jiang Bin followed Zhu Houzhao's footsteps. He looked at Jiang Jiangong who was busy and felt that this person was extremely annoying.
It was not until the evening that Jiang Jiangong reported to Zhu Houzhao with a tired face.

"These fifty-two refugees come from eleven Mongolian tribes, and there are rumors that ten of these tribes will increase their conscription efforts this year," Jiang Jiangong said slowly.

"It is foreseeable that the scale of Mongolians moving south this year will definitely be larger than in previous years. The General Staff predicts that the scale of Mongolians moving south this year will be between 8 and 11 people," Jiang Jiangong said.

"Between 9 and 11 people?" Zhu Houzhao's eyes flashed with astonishment, and he became excited in an instant.

"May I ask Staff Officer Jiang? I have no objection to the fact that the scale of the Mongols' southward advance will increase, but how did you guess this scale? Did you ask a fortune teller to calculate it?" Jiang Bin asked coldly.

"It was indeed calculated," Jiang Jiangong said lightly, not caring about Jiang Bin's attitude.

He took out a long scroll and opened it to reveal a huge piece of paper with densely written numbers.

He spread the huge golden paper on the table, and Zhu Houzhao came over curiously.

"In fact, the algorithm is very simple. It is to collect the number of soldiers recruited from each Mongolian refugee's tribe each year, and then compare it with the number of Mongolian invaders recorded by the Ministry of War each year. After a series of conversions, if the number of people recruited by the Mongolian prince from each tribe is as many as the rumors in each tribe, the final number calculated is between 9 and 11. The existing intelligence can only be used to estimate this accuracy. If there is more information, I can calculate this number more accurately." Jiang Jiangong said, pointing to the calculation formulas.

Jiang Bin felt dizzy looking at the formula on the paper, but he insisted, "We are in a border town, hundreds of miles away from the capital. Where can you find the records of the Ministry of War?"

Jiang Jiangong looked at Jiang Bin in surprise and said calmly, "No need to check. I have all the records of the Mongolian invasions in my mind. No need to check. I have all the records of the Mongolian invasions in the past thirty years..."

Jiang Bin suddenly realized how stupid his question was, and his face turned red...

There were a few sneers in the room, some people couldn't help but laugh at Jiang Bin's stupidity...

This made Jiang Bin even more angry. He turned around abruptly, and the laughter in the room suddenly disappeared. He was about to say something polite to save face, but was stopped by Zhu Houzhao...

"Stop arguing! The General Staff's calculations make sense." Zhu Houzhao was good at mathematics, and the mathematical formulas used in this calculation were not complicated. He quickly understood most of it.

"9 to 11 people. In previous years, the number of Mongolian invaders was usually to , and at most . This year, so many people came. This general must be blessed by God. As soon as I arrived at the border, I encountered such a grand scene that is rare in decades. This general wants to fight it out with the little Mongolian prince!" Zhu Houzhao was shaking with excitement.

This opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and Zhu Houzhao's fighting spirit has been ignited.

Zhu Houzhao's performance made everyone present look at each other in bewilderment.
Zhang Yong knelt down with a plop. "Your Majesty, state affairs are more important! We will leave the border affairs to the generals, and we should return to the capital to handle government affairs."

(End of this chapter)