The Emperor ordered Zhao Tang

Chapter 66: Fighting in the Military Camp

It was still dark before daybreak and the Penglai Palace was shrouded in darkness.

Zhu Xiewusi lifted the quilt, sat up against the head of the couch, and opened the curtain: "Li Lang, it's time to get up."

The wind blew into the dim bedside.

He, with disheveled hair, sat up, sleepy eyes and ruddy face, and took clothes to cover her body. She glared at the saint and asked, "What did you feed her?"
"Hmm..." Pei rubbed her chest where the teeth marks were left, turned over and continued to sleep.

Looking at the drops of blood soaking into the bed sheet, Rounu frowned. She stretched her legs slightly, and felt a tearing pain.

"Li Lang, it's time to get up." Zhu Xiewusi propped up the quilt with his feet, letting the morning breeze blow into the warm bed.

"It's time to get up." The shirtless saint stroked Pei's plump buttocks and asked her to sleep for a while while he got dressed with the help of Zhuxie, He and Rounu.

Smell the different subtle scents lingering around your nose.

The sage reminisced about the women and thought that Zhu Xiewu was too rigid and unresponsive, as if he was just completing a task.

Pei is charming and knows how to tease men.

But He's taste was still the best. Her jealous look, her sad and tender reaction in the room, her angry expression on her legs, her slippery and nimble tongue... and the unique body odor of a long-time wife were all fascinating.

But you have to concentrate on your work. If you can't keep your throne, your beautiful bride will fall into someone else's hands sooner or later.

"On an old osmanthus tree in the Western Hills, resides a pair of mandarin ducks. They have been mating for ten years, and have never forgotten their love..." He hugged the saint from behind and said sadly.

Perhaps because of Zhuxie's power, the sensitive He always felt that one day he would be abandoned like a worn-out shoe. Hearing this worry, the sage said gently: "In the past, I planted willows, which were swaying in the south of the Han River. Now I see them withering and falling, and they are sad in the river. If trees are like this, how can people bear it?"

He smiled, leaned on the saint's shoulder, closed her eyes and took a deep sniff: "If you can't win, run away. Don't worry about the emperor's face. It's useless. Only when you are alive can you be a saint. Do you understand?"

The saint laughed and avoided answering: "Do you regret following a dying king like me?"

He pinched his groin hard and said, "Do you regret marrying a wife like me who lost her country?"

There was a moment of silence, and then the couple looked at each other and smiled.

"When the war is over, I will take you out for more walks."

"Heroes are fighting for supremacy, and vassal states are everywhere. When will you be able to finish the battle? I am afraid that even if I die and fall into the underworld, the world will not be at peace." He sighed and stroked the saint's hair: "You have all grown white hair... There is no point worrying about things that cannot be done. If there is a way to solve it, why bother to be sad."

The saint nodded: "Okay."

"Can you take Chu Lang and Yang Lang with you on this expedition?" Thinking of her two younger brothers' repeated requests to her, He said with a smile, "They have been driving carriages and raising horses in the Chariot Office, wasting their energy and time. They want to serve you."

He's father was a small landowner in Zizhou, and in his spare time he helped out in the county's household office. The family was fairly wealthy, but in terms of their origins, they were no different from commoners.

The father-in-law and mother-in-law who had long passed away had a daughter and two sons - Danniang, Zhongchu, and Shaoyang, that is, He Yuqing, He Chuyu, and He Zongyi, three siblings - Yuqing is the maiden name of the He family. After He Yuqing was made a concubine, the court conferred titles on relatives according to the rules. He Chuyu was given the title of Huangcheng and drove the carriage for the saint. He Zongyi supervised the training of horses and mules in Shayuan. The power is not great, but the value is stability.

But from He Yuqing's tone, it seemed that the two brothers-in-law were tired of the life of morning drums and evening bells.

"Yes." The saint thought for a moment and said, "Chu Yu is brave and strong, so he should be appointed as the commander of the central army. Zong Yi is good at riding, so he should be appointed as the commander of the Longjie Army."

This is the limit of what he can do. If he wants to work in the military, he should start from the grassroots.

With his mind at ease, He Yuqing tied his hair like a saint while looking forward to it - his two younger brothers had read a lot of books and were quite capable. If they worked hard in the army, they might be promoted to Jiedushi in the future. When his son grew up safely, he would also have the support of his uncle.

"Let's eat." Zhu Xiewusi came back, with a female official behind him holding a tray.

When He Yuqing saw this, his face turned red. He loosened his arms around the saint and sat down on the cushion.

Today's breakfast is pork, lamb, fish, chicken, and deer, five kinds of fresh meat, either roasted, boiled, or steamed, one plate each. There are also a pile of steamed cakes, vinegar cakes, and Hu cakes, which are almost enough to make people eat dirt. There are also seasonal vegetables such as purple melon, prickly melon, and celery, and seasonal fruits such as cherries.

Purple melon is also called eggplant. It is He Yuqing's favorite, and the saint eats a lot of it. Unfortunately, there is no chili pepper. In his previous life, he liked to dip steamed eggplant in chili pepper the most, and he could eat two in one meal.

In the Jin Dynasty, the thorn melon was called Hugua. After the Jie people Shi established the Zhao Dynasty, they avoided the name and issued an order to change it. In the Sui and Tang Dynasties, it had various names - thorn melon, green melon, cucumber...

Cuicui, a great thing to relieve summer heat. The saint ate one raw.

After Zhu Xiewusi entered the palace, her diet was supplemented with the horse's milk that she had been drinking since she was a child.

Saints don’t like to drink it, they always think it smells bad.

However, He Yuqing and other girls could still accept it. They had all drunk it to some extent, so they each poured a large cup and drank it slowly.

"Drink more to replenish your milk..." the saint said softly and concernedly.

Before he could finish his words, He Yuqing reached out from under the table and pinched the saint's thighs twice. Zhu Xie Wusi also glared at him.

"Haha." The saint couldn't help laughing.

After breakfast, He Chuyu and He Zongyi were already waiting outside the palace. They must have been called back by their sister. Zhonglang Jiang Du Luyi led five hundred guards and stood holding the stirrups.

The saint jumped onto his horse swiftly and took the whip: "Let's go now."

He Yuqing led a group of concubines to walk on both sides and saw them off on foot. It seemed to be the same scene last time, but the atmosphere was much heavier that time, the concubines were crying, and many ministers were choking with sobs.

"I will not return until I have conquered Loulan." Zhu Xiewusi encouraged.

"The commander is invincible, he fights like a dragon in the wild. With the banners hoisted, who can be his enemy? Victory is inevitable." He Yuqing actually made a few speeches.

“After we wipe out the bandits in Qi and Bin, we will sweep Guanzhong like autumn leaves.” The sage looked back at He Yuqing, Yuwen Rou and other girls.

Lady Chen also came, her eyes slightly red. She was five months pregnant, which was the time when she was most sensitive and suspicious.

Ugh.

The saint became ruthless, whipped his horse, and rode away.

In Yongjiali, 20000 soldiers have assembled.

"They are indeed bear rhino warriors." Looking at the strong men in heavy armor, the saint was very satisfied and admired them sincerely. Zhu Xiewusi's 2600-man guard had been reorganized into the Imperial Guard Division - the Infantry Division under Longxing and Baozi.

Li Keyong sent nearly 3,000 elite troops, and now they were fully armed with war tools, which should be the decisive force. Speaking of his father-in-law, he was also a spendthrift - 5,000 troops were sent to support Yan. 10,000 troops were sent to support Xu. 4,000 troops were sent to support Heyang. More than 10,000 troops were sent to support Yiwu Army.

It's like he doesn't want any fucking money.

He rescued Wang Chongrong, Liu Rengong and others, conquered the territory and left immediately, his integrity was totally unlike that of a man of his time. The sage knew why his father-in-law was getting poorer and poorer despite guarding such a large area of Hedong. Others were desperately trying to get things home, but his generous father-in-law was always working for relatives and friends for free - it was impossible for him to get rich.

In comparison, the gifts his father-in-law gave him were not much. It was estimated that only after he officially broke with Zhu Quanzhong would his father-in-law really help him.

If Zhu Xiewusi gave birth to a son and he made him the crown prince, what would his father-in-law do? Would he enter the court as a "general"?
Of course, this is too difficult. Recently, He Yuqing has been very anxious and lacks a sense of security. He thinks that sooner or later he will be thrown into the Ye Ting torture chamber and his son will die. He had to coax and deceive her to calm her down. This is when Zhu Xie Wusi just came, and her belly is still not moving. If Zhu Xie Wusi has a son, He Yuqing will definitely be more worried. If he reveals such a signal again, his virtuous wife might die of illness. The court officials will not agree. If he really does this, the Taiwei and others will have to go to Danfeng to "ask the emperor for advice." Abolishing the eldest and establishing the youngest is the way to chaos. There are so many cases in the country, how can we not learn from them! The distorted human relations of fathers and sons killing each other, husbands and wives being alienated, and brothers killing each other for three hundred years must be corrected by me.

Moreover, the matter of appointing a crown prince should at least be considered after the occupation of Guanlong, Bashu and Sichuan. Why worry about the crown prince when you are already in a difficult situation?

After encouraging Longxing and Baozi, the sage rode his horse forward again.

"Long live!" The soldiers shouted, hitting the ground with their spears.

These are the 5,000 armored soldiers on the left and right wings of the Yingwu Army. In the last battle at Qishan, it was the warriors of the Yingwu Army who faced the Bin people head-on. They performed very well and have been incorporated into the Infantry Division - in effect depriving Wang Congxun and his men of their military power.

Xiao Wang's current position is the instructor of the Infantry Division of the Imperial Guard. From now on, all the soldiers of the Infantry Division will be under his command, which is a much higher rank than the previous commander-in-chief. However, he no longer has the power to command troops in peacetime, unless there is a war - there is no other way. In this world, a horse thief may have ambitions, not to mention that Xiao Wang used to be a domineering and murderous person.

Although a lot of reforms have been made now, you cannot give them a chance - if you don't take advantage of the opportunity to adjust and establish a system early, when the little king has tens of thousands of elite soldiers in the future, even if he doesn't want to rebel and doesn't want to disappoint the saint, who knows if the common people under him will get hot-headed and become the "coach for the emperor"?
Even Guo Ziyi, the Shuofang Army often shouted that they wanted to plan for the general to last for eternity.

The examples of people like Pugu Huai'en, Zhu Ci, and Li Huaiguang are there - giving too many soldiers and horses is not love, but harming people.

Gathering his messy thoughts, the saint dismounted and walked past the warriors, patting one, looking at another, and pounding their shoulders and chests: "Good fighters!"

"Good saint!!!" The soldiers took the rewards and cheered.

"Are the 20,000 veteran soldiers from Qi and Bin afraid?"

"I'm afraid he's not a good man!" A lieutenant cursed, drew his sword and shouted: "Kill him and his head will roll! Kill him and every household will be in mourning!"

"Kill him and make his head roll!!!" the Yingwu Army Brigade shouted loudly.

When the soldiers from Longxing and Baozi heard this, they couldn't help but start to make noises. If the saint can really treat everyone as his own people, and reward them generously, and reward them for their merits, then what if they work for him? Selling to the Marshal is selling, and selling to the saint is also selling! Daibei Jianer is not afraid of death, but is afraid of dying unworthy!
Generals such as Helian Weihuan, Kang Lingzhong, Zhazhu, and Xiao were quite surprised. They did not expect that the saint had such appeal in the army. These 5,000 armored warriors of the Yingwu Army had tough faces, excellent equipment, and high morale, not inferior to the Bian bandits. If they sincerely serve the saint with all their strength, they will be the army that wins the battle.

Boom boom boom!
Drums, music, and horns sounded, and the sage ascended the stage to review the generals. He was excited as he looked at the warriors surging like a tide below.

Comfort the people in chaos, establish the foundation of peace, and protect the sacred artifacts. Eliminate the evil within and suppress the barbarians outside. The revival of the country begins today!

"The bandits from Qi, Bin, Tong, and Hua have repeatedly invaded the capital. The beasts are never satisfied! Why? Chang'an is rich! There are the wealth and beauties they want! My palace, your wives and daughters, they all want to rob and defile!"

He was too lazy to talk about the principle of loyalty to the emperor. But any man with guts would kill the neighbor who coveted his beautiful wife, concubines and property. Since Huang Chao, the vassal states came to Chang'an to sweep like an autumn outing. Who wants to be robbed every now and then, who wants his wife and daughter to be beaten to death by a dozen men and finally disappear?
"You are all brave warriors of the Han and Tibetan people. Some of you kill the generals and seize the flags, some break through the enemy lines and return with plunder, some play with spears as if it were a game, some shoot arrows according to the mood, and some climb over walls and cross ditches as if they were walking on flat ground. I have such good men, so what else do I have to worry about? I will kill all the millions of soldiers in Qishan, and the sword on my waist will still be bloody!"

The saint shook his yellow robe and said, "Let's go!"

"Go, go, go!" The soldiers cheered loudly and shouted to get on the road quickly.

On May 20000, the first year of the Jingfu era, soldiers from the Yingwu Army, Longjie Army, Congzhi Army, and Yicong Army set out one after another. When they left Yongjiali, the roadside was filled with family members who came to see them off, and many civilians watched.

"We must win." The gray-robed official looked worried.

"My dear, don't worry about me being pregnant. I have seen a doctor." The young woman with a big belly kept crying.

"Third brother, fight well and bring back more rewards." The farmer who was holding the hoe said something.

"You good-for-nothing bastard, don't sleep until noon like you do at home, or you'll be beheaded by military law." The white-haired old man sighed.

"Looking at each other's blades and blood, why should we care about honors when we die? Warriors, victory!" The weak scholar shouted excitedly.

The warriors walked on the main road with their heads held high and their chests puffed out, showing an arrogant expression that said "don't worry" to the officials and civilians.

……

On May 26, Wang Shaorong, the commander of the Infantry Department, reported that the rebel army had passed through Zhuoying County and was about to enter Huxian.

Sima Kanwu, the pseudo-Fengxiang Jiedushi, and Li Yuanfu, the pseudo-Bining Jiedushi, discovered a terrible reality. The closer they got to Chang'an, the more difficult it was to control the army, and military discipline was non-existent. Many soldiers had already left the brigade and rushed into the villages to vent their anger, especially the 9000 remaining Bin and Qi troops who had withdrawn from Dazhen Pass, who had a strong desire for revenge.

The warriors who still maintained the basic system were very excited and drove Sima Kanwu, Li Yuanfu, Li Zan and other generals to command them to defeat the king's army. If they could enter Chang'an, they would be satisfied and kill the saint and make you the emperor!

Just like the story of Master Jing establishing Zhu Ci as the Emperor of Qin.

Hahaha!
Simply robbing, raping and killing could no longer satisfy their desires.

Tired of killing the common people, let's kill the nobles, like Huang Chao, who trampled all the nobles' bones in the streets and burned the inner treasury to ashes! Kill them until "blood flows like a river and zombies lie on the ground."

You've had enough of the dark-skinned ugly country girls, why not try the hot spring water to wash the smooth and creamy beauty from a wealthy family?

The rags distributed by the commander-in-chief are too inferior. Why not rush into Daying, Qionglin and Yanzi warehouses to rob the silks and satins that are tributes from Shu, Jiangsu and Zhejiang?

The ten generals, military commanders, commanders and military governors are happy with the killing. Can we let the Emperor of Heaven try out the sharpness of his sword?

In the end, the imperial court had no choice but to reward them heavily in an attempt to stop the trouble. The subordinates of the great thieves An Lushan, Shi Siming, and Shi Chaoyi were even made marquises and prime ministers.

There were thousands of mutinies and rebellions in our dynasty, but only a few of them were wiped out.

The saints have it, what should we do if we don’t?

What if others have it but we don’t?

Grab! As long as the knife is sharp enough, you can get anything you want!

"Quick! Quick! March quickly!"

"Where is the Jiedushi? Ask him to give the order to march thirty miles a day. I can't wait any longer!"

"Why are you hesitating, Marshal Sima? Then you can learn from Zhu Mei and establish a little emperor in your hands and become the prime minister."

The soldiers kept shouting and whipping the generals. If they slowed down a little, they would be scolded: "Does the military commander have other intentions? Does the governor not want to lead us to fight?"

Qi Commander Sima Kanwu and Bin Commander Li Yuanfu exchanged glances and could only sigh in their hearts. The army was in such a mess, as long as the Shen Ce Army had a little fighting power, everyone would just wait for death!
Zhang Fan, deputy envoy of Fengxiang Jiedushi, Li Zan, the military commander of Yanei Tiefu Army, and He Jin, the judge of the shogunate Jiedushi, were silent - if they lost the battle, they would die, either by the king's army or by the disorderly soldiers. If they won the battle and provoked the king's army, they would also die.

Zhang Fan looked back at the long and chaotic queue.

Boundless.

The number of the rebel army has expanded to nearly 40,000!

Bandits and deserters kept joining us along the way, and even the Shence Army that was laid off years ago joined us, wanting to be our guide - the saint has taken away our livelihoods, leaving us with no rewards to take and no food to eat, don't we deserve to die?

At noon on May 26, the sage led 20,000 troops to Huyi to resist the enemy and formed a battle array with their backs to the Baima River.

　Ten years have passed, but the sword has never been tested. Today I will show it to you, who dares not to vote?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)