The Soldier of the Red Mansion

Chapter 92: Peers
After personally seeing Wang Xin off, Zhu Shenggong returned with an unhappy look on his face. He complained to his father, "Wang Xin is very capable and reliable, why doesn't he stay with us, father?"

Zhu Wei looked at his son who pretended to be mature. There was no disappointment without comparison.

Wang Xin is probably only in his twenties.

My son is over 30 years old. As the ancients said, a man should be independent at 30. He should be able to stand on his own feet and shoulder the responsibility of the family. He had some problems in the past, but I didn't think it was a problem.

Who can be perfect?

But with the appearance of Wang Xin, Zhu Wei became somewhat dissatisfied.

The more you learn about this boy's talent for war and his many shocking achievements, the more terrifying they become.

Sometimes the outcome of a battle may be due to luck, or it may be the result of many gifts, such as the training of one's son. Winning a battle is not necessarily entirely due to the general's ability.

But after listening to this boy's words, I realized that everything was true.

If he were in his situation, Zhu Wei didn't think he could do better than this guy.

"This child's talent is higher than you think. Keeping him here would be disadvantageous to you. It would make it inconvenient for you to take over the department in the future. I'm afraid that when your father is gone, he will be making things easier for others."

After hearing what his father said, Zhu Shenggong not only did not feel relieved, but he started to breathe heavily in anger.

He clenched his fists and his eyes were almost red.

My father looked down on me again.

Why does he deny himself? He just can't see that the people around him are not convinced by him.

It's really unfair.

So angry.

Zhu Shenggong went crazy.

"Alright." Zhu Wei, who knew his son best, tried to appease him helplessly, "I haven't failed him. I gave him the privilege of leading a battalion on his own, and I gave him all the weapons, armor, and horses he wanted. Does that mean the Right Battalion isn't the Eastern Army anymore?"

This person's surname is Wang.

Have background.

He actually dared to come up with such a bold plan, which was extremely risky. Was it because he was confident or eager to make a contribution?

In short, if this person doesn't die, he is likely to come to the fore.

His first priority was to recapture Taizhou. If he could completely wipe out the Japanese pirates, it would be a complete success. Since he was willing to be at the forefront, if he failed, he would not suffer any loss, but if he succeeded, he would gain great success.

So I helped him out, hoping that he would remember my kindness in the future.

Zhu Shenggong didn't understand what his father was thinking, and he still felt reluctant to let him go.

The headquarters are our own people, and the generals of the left and right routes are managed by the Ministry of War. My father is just their superior, but the power of promotion and demotion lies in the Ministry of War. Therefore, my father has been building the headquarters for many years and squeezing out the left and right routes.

The two captains who were originally assigned to the left wing to be in charge of training were rising stars in the headquarters and confidants trained by their father.

He originally planned to use the military training to interfere in the military power of the left wing. As for the right wing, Cheng Hong, the general of the right wing, was too greedy. He only wanted the elite and not the rubbish, so he arranged two foreign generals who had just taken turns to enter Beijing.

Unexpectedly, he missed out on such a talented person. Zhu Shenggong always wanted to bring Wang Xin back to the headquarters.

Zhu Shenggong accused him, "Wang Xin didn't even know my father had promoted him. He supported my father unwaveringly just because of a promise he made. How could such a loyal man be left disappointed? My father taught me that sincerity is the only way to win the respect of those below you. Why is he acting like this now?"

Zhu Wei has a headache.

My son's stubborn temper came out.

So damn confident, just like his uncle.

"Not all talented people need to be under your control. This kind of thinking is not good. It can easily turn others into enemies and offend them without even realizing it. Respect other people's ideas."

Zhu Wei still teaches his son patiently.

It's really a painstaking effort.

Zhu Shenggong was dissatisfied with his father. His father was too stubborn and would not listen to other people's good advice. He became more and more stubborn as he got older.

I have to go back and find Wang Xin.

This young man must be taken into his pocket.

Zhu Shenggong believed that he was fine.

At the main gate of the admiral's headquarters, Shi Ping and several young soldiers were waiting with other people in the open space outside the gate. There were rows of horse halters with mules, horses and other livestock tied to them, as well as a group of sedan chair bearers.

A row of guards at the door chatted and shook their heads.

To catch a thief, you must first catch the leader. This is an ancient truth.

Therefore, personal soldiers are the most important. On the battlefield, to protect the safety of the commander, everyone uses elite soldiers. But this Wang Dusi uses young soldiers. The young soldiers are loyal enough, but they are still young after all. They are useless when encountering problems.

As for the good news.

It's just two thousand heads, and they haven't been inspected yet. Who knows how far the dispute will go in the future.

They were in the capital and were used to hearing about things happening in various places.

Last year, the Liaodong Regional Commander also sent a great victory report, saying that they defeated 100,000 left-wing Xiongnu. However, not long after, Xuanfu reported that no signs of the Xiongnu were seen. The case was brought to the Ministry of War, and people in the capital were laughing at the joke.

"Dusi is coming out."

Shi Ping, with his sharp eyes, called out, and the other boys stood up neatly.

The small camp in Hexi had no parents and no one to take care of it. They had nine horses with great effort. Although they were taken care of like treasures every day, they were used frequently. Not only did they take turns to train the soldiers, but they also taught the young men to ride.

Shi Ping felt sorry for Dusi because of the sadness in the situation.

Wang Xin didn't care.

These teenagers were too young and useless on the battlefield. Although they were extremely obedient, the adults were still there and there was no need to send them to the battlefield. But they had nowhere to go, so Wang Xin kept them by his side.

Not only can you take care of them, you can also cultivate them yourself to prevent them from growing crooked.

As for their safety on the battlefield, the Japanese pirates had no cavalry and no ability to charge into the enemy's formation. If they really broke through their formation, it would mean they were crushed, and relying on a few personal guards would be useless.

"Return to camp." Wang Xin ordered.

The boys were not very strong, but they were nimble and quick to learn. These children, especially Shi Ping, were very sensible, so the boys worked hard and took excellent care of the horses.

After returning from the Hexi small camp, they settled in the camp on the right side of the Eastern Army.

Originally belonged to the Beijing Camp, but Liu Tong and his soldiers belonged to Zhejiang. However, there were few of them, and Liu Tong was only a garrison. The admiral asked him to stay. There were no major problems in Zhejiang, and there was no personal grudge, so he would give him this face.

Admiral Zhu Wei did not disappoint him.

Not only did he keep his promise and promote himself to a guerrilla general, he even gave himself the opportunity to lead a battalion.

The camp system of the Great Zhou Dynasty consisted of 3,000 men per camp.

The guerrilla general leads a battalion.

Unless they are garrisons, who guard important transportation hubs or county towns alone, they have greater freedom, but all logistical matters are controlled by local authorities. The rest of the thousand-man commanders, including the assistant commanders, cannot form independent camps.

A guerrilla general has greater freedom when he leads a battalion alone, even though he has a lieutenant general or a general-in-chief above him.

But things are different now.

The imperial court was not wealthy, the local governments were in arrears with their payments year after year, and the imperial court had no surplus grain, so the armies were short of pay and had serious vacancies. It was considered good if the pay for 3,000 soldiers could be paid to 1,000 men.

In many places, not even one-tenth of the troops were left, and the situation was so rotten that it could not be worse.

The remaining small half of the military pay arrived at the camp. Some generals who wanted to make some progress, such as the commander-in-chief on the left wing, would keep a little less. Even if they deducted some, a lot of it would be used for their own servants.

And the general on the right wing was Cheng Hong.

Don't be fooled by his smiling face all day long and his friendly attitude towards everyone. In fact, he is the one who does nothing. He bribes everyone and embezzles more than half of the military pay, leaving not enough for ordinary soldiers to even fill their stomachs.

But a general like Cheng Hong is normal.

Because of the hundred years of peace, several generations did not even have the concept of war. They naively believed that the army would never have to fight a war. Compared with the affairs of the court and the local affairs, when troubles arose, of course the useless troops would be deducted first.

Therefore, only a general like Cheng Hong can truly stand firm, ensure that everyone is well fed and happy.

On the contrary, the general on the left is more likely to get into trouble.

In the end, the servants were not well fed, the officials at all levels were dissatisfied, and the soldiers below also complained. No one benefited because there had been peace for a hundred years. No matter how well you trained your soldiers, who would you show them off to?

How can you prove that your soldiers are better trained than others?

OK.

It's all about the officials.

In short.

Getting promoted is a good thing, but you also have to figure out how to do it.

There is definitely no need to count on the actual quota of 3,000 people.

The reason why we were able to build a militia of 1,500 soldiers and provide them with real military pay was because of Lin Ruhai, the God of Wealth of the Great Zhou. However, there is only one God of Wealth, and it is impossible for Lin Ruhai to pay to support the Beijing Camp.

If he wants to die, there's no need to go through so much trouble.

The actual number of one thousand people is not a big problem. If I am not greedy, or if I take it, I will use it on my own army. But one thousand people is too few. Going to Xianju to face the Japanese pirate base will be too stressful. At least two thousand people are needed.

Regarding the issue of manpower, the admiral generously gave a handwritten order to let the Eastern Army fill the right wing, without mentioning the general's attitude for the time being. What should be done with the military pay for the extra thousand people?
There is no need to worry about military pay in the short term, but the admiral will not continue to accept it over time.

Wang Xin probably knew this person's character.

The landlord is right.

Limited cooperation is possible under common interests.

Wang Xin frowned.

The solution for other armies was simple: plunder as they went.

Soldiers pass by like a comb, and bandits pass by like a rake.

The imperial court also turned a blind eye. Compared with the suffering of the common people, defeating the enemy first was the most important thing. Therefore, some such incidents would occur along the way as the army attacked the enemy.

The less money the court had, the more these things happened.

"It would be nice to make another fortune."

Wang Xin felt embarrassed by his thoughts.

The wealthy were very cunning and well-informed. They could sense a crisis and run away long beforehand. Therefore, the Japanese pirates mostly robbed ordinary people. Ordinary people had little money, and the Japanese pirates were inhumane, so they were brutal and inhumane.

The more silver the Japanese pirates had, the more people they harmed.

Even I couldn't help being greedy, let alone other generals.

It is true that the sage is unkind and treats all things as straw dogs.

No matter what force it is, it will eventually become easy to bully the people.

The people are too weak.

In short.

The military pay for two thousand men will be sufficient in the short term. Zhu Wei needs him to fight for him, so he won't be short of money. However, he has to find a stable source of income as soon as possible, otherwise he will be in trouble when the time comes.

Only by doing things well in advance can you have the confidence to make your own choices calmly.

It's like a small camp in Hexi.

The other friendly forces are still looking for supplies, and they can set off at the command of one.

I can be far ahead.

It's all set off by peers.

(End of this chapter)