Chapter 682: Fighting for Ming Dynasty
Carts drove into the capital one after another, and officials from the Ministry of Revenue shouted at the top of their lungs, guiding the convoys to various places.
"This batch of grain and fodder was destined for the north, so how did it get into the capital? It was the north! Holy shit!" The official from the Ministry of Revenue threw away his scholar's reserve, grabbed a clerk who was leading the team, and spit all over his face.
"Ah! I made a mistake!" The clerk turned pale, "I deserve to die!"
"Get out! Get back now!" the official from the Ministry of Revenue roared, "This is the fifth idiot. No wonder Long Wei Bo said that the Ming Dynasty was a country of peace and tranquility. Damn it, if the enemy army is at the gates of the city, are you going to send the food to them? Get out!"
The clerk hurried to guide the convoy to turn, but it was easy to get in but blocked to get out.
There was chaos at the city gate. Chen Bao rode up on his horse and asked, "When will the food and grass for my Tiger Guards' Left Guard arrive?"
The official from the Ministry of Revenue bowed and said, "Please wait a moment."
Chen Bao frowned as he looked at the chaos at the city gate. "If the enemy sends a light cavalry, the capital will be finished in an instant."
The official from the Ministry of Revenue was called Wang Xin. He pointed at the soldiers on the top of the city wall and said, "Can they just sit there and watch?"
"They are just human beings. The elite troops are all training in the camp." Chen Bao glanced at the tall and majestic soldiers on the top of the city wall and said sarcastically, "I can beat the shit out of them with just my own troops."
Chen Bao returned to the camp, where Yan Xu and others were discussing.
"Marching is also an opportunity for training. Once you receive the military order, that's when the training begins. Remember, my uncle said, sweat more in peacetime, bleed less in war."
"Yes."
Yan Xu saw Chen Bao and asked, "Where's the food?"
Chen Bao said: "We are blocked outside the city. We will be there later."
Yan Xu nodded, "We will take a day off in the next three days and let the soldiers take turns to leave the camp."
"Isn't that too much?" Someone said, "It would be better to have one day off every five days!"
Yan Xu shook his head. "My uncle said that we should alternate between tension and relaxation. If we are too tense, something bad will happen."
It was Chen Bao's turn to rest, so he returned to the mansion that afternoon.
"grandfather."
Chen Mian looked very relaxed. When he saw him coming back, he squinted and looked at him.
Chen Bao was carrying a bag on his back, standing straight, his face tanned and his eyes bright.
"Grandfather, today I saw that most of the people on the city walls looked like those people. Where did they come from?" Chen Bao asked curiously.
"Put down your bag." Chen Mian looked distressed, but then he frowned and said, "Stop asking questions."
Chen Mian put down his bag, took the tea handed to him by the maid, drank it up in one gulp, and was scalded.
The maid exclaimed, "It was just rushed."
"Nothing." Chen Mian was used to such loud shouting in the army and frowned slightly.
The maid went out and said to her companion, "The young master is becoming more and more unfamiliar now."
"Looks so cold."
"Yes! It doesn't fit in with the mansion..."
Inside the room, Chen Mian also felt this strangeness. "The other day, Chang Wei Bo went berserk at the Ministry of War, saying that the Ministry of War was a bunch of idiots, and that those mobilized from the local areas were all human-looking. The Ministry of War was not convinced, and the Five Military Command was not convinced either, saying that they would try it today..."
"Let's try it?" Chen Bao laughed, "Grandfather, just wait and see!"
"Let's go take a bath!" Chen Mian said, "Although I don't know when the army will set out, I think it won't be long. Let's get together as a family later."
"Yes."
Chen Bao entered the bathroom, frowned and said to the maid who followed him: "You go out now."
The maid was stunned, but she squatted down and left under Chen Bao's cold gaze.
Young Master...is becoming more and more different.
After taking off his clothes, Chen Bao looked at his tight abdomen and found that his original belly fat had disappeared long ago.
He got into the bathtub and closed his eyes comfortably.
The weather is getting hotter, but there is occasionally a cool breeze in the morning and evening. Although it is not the beginning of autumn yet, the taste of autumn is quietly coming.
Jiang Qingzhi has been coming to Huben Zuowei less and less frequently lately, but has been going to the imperial court more often.
There were many civil and military officials who wanted to squeeze into the army, and no matter how powerful Jiang Qingzhi was, he could not appoint them on his own. The two sides argued fiercely in the court, and some people even fought.
"This is an opportunity!" Chen Bao knew that although the mansion seemed prosperous, it was actually gradually declining.
Grandfather Chen Mian was knowledgeable and farsighted, so he was able to maintain the dignity of the mansion. But when it came to Chen Bao's father's generation, it was a bit mediocre.
A generation of mediocrity will pay a huge price, and the interests of the Chen family will be taken away by other powerful people. The influence of the Chen family will become smaller and smaller...
Interests and influence are the core of how the powerful maintain their family development.
If you lose these two things, you will be no different from a poor person no matter how powerful you are.
So Grandfather Chen Mian placed his hopes on Chen Bao... Although he didn't say it, Chen Bao sensed it.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep unknowingly.
On the parade ground, Jiang Qingzhi stood on the edge of the platform and roared at them, "It is the people who work hard to feed you and others. Now someone wants to enslave them and kill them. How should you, who are fed by them, repay them?"
"Kill!" tens of thousands of soldiers shouted.
Full of murderous aura.
"Don't think about earning military merits. Those who only think about earning military merits will die the fastest." Jiang Qingzhi said, "What should you think about? Think about the Han and Tang dynasties. At that time, the Han people frightened the foreign races. In front of our Han family, they prostrated themselves on the ground, and no one dared to have any dissent.
The former Song Dynasty was incompetent, so China was lost and the Mongols enslaved the Central Plains...
Emperor Taizu Gao fought back, drove out the Tartars and restored China.
But now, the Ming Dynasty is peaceful and the military is weak. The foreign tribes outside the Great Wall are eyeing it covetously. They want to turn the Ming Dynasty into their pasture again. How should we respond? "
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
The maid outside only heard shouting from inside, followed by a bang and the sound of flowing water.
Later, Chen Bao came out and two maids went in. They were shocked to see the heavy bathtub had fallen to the ground.
In the evening, the whole family gathered together. During the meal, the uncle raised his glass and said, "When you go to the battlefield, Dalang, remember to keep your eyes and ears open. If there is anything inappropriate, avoid it first."
Everyone agreed.
However, Chen Bao did not raise his glass. As he looked at his relatives who were well-dressed and exuded a wealthy air, he suddenly felt a sense of strangeness.
The atmosphere suddenly became cold, and Chen Mian coughed dryly, "Da Lang."
"Grandfather." Chen Mian said, "If everyone thinks this way, then this war will definitely be a great defeat."
"Let those people die!" said Chenbao's aunt. His uncle smiled and said, "Dalang should think about why he is fighting."
"Aren't those people human?" Chen Bao looked at his aunt with sharp eyes. "They were also raised by their parents. They also fought for the country. Why can they die but I can't?"
My aunt was startled. “Of course our family is different.”
"What's the difference?" Chen Bao said, "Grandfather once told me to follow Long Wilbur. Whatever Long Wilbur tells me to do, I will do it."
"If Long Wei Bo asked you to die, would you go?" Auntie covered her mouth and laughed secretly, but there was strong dissatisfaction in her eyes.
Everyone laughed.
Chen Bao nodded seriously.
"Yes."
"Did he really say that?" asked my uncle.
"Long Wilbur said that before a big battle, you should first consider yourself dead. Only by living towards death can you have a chance of living."
Chen Bao stood up and said, "When the Ming Dynasty is facing a crisis, someone has to do something for it. There is not much I can do..."
Chen Bao looked at these relatives slowly, "I can only protect this Ming Dynasty with the heart of going to my death, to... protect you!"
"Grandfather, I'm tired." Chen Bao said goodbye.
The whole family behind him was stunned.
……
The next day, Chen Bao went to say goodbye to his grandfather.
"Don't worry about them." Chen Mian looked at his grandson, "I'm not dead yet, they can't control you."
"Yes."
"Besides." Chen Mian hesitated for a moment, "If..." He looked at his grandson who looked calm, "yesterday your uncle asked you why you fought...what do you think?"
The butler was standing by, and he seemed to have seen the inheritance, and couldn't help but burst into tears... Chen Mian's father had asked Chen Mian the same question before he passed away.
——Why do you live?
Chen Mian’s answer was: For the Chen family.
Chen Bao looked at his grandfather.
"Fight for Ming!"
……
The Ministry of War mobilized a large number of troops from various places. Jiang Qingzhi took his men to inspect them everywhere. When he saw the appearance of those people, he couldn't help but become furious.
Then came this drill.
There were three hundred Tiger Guards and Left Guards soldiers, facing about a thousand people.
The other party looked tall and strong, and very powerful.
People from the Ministry of War and the Five Military Commandery were waiting for Jiang Qing's orders.
"This guy is too difficult to serve. What does he look like? These are the elite soldiers from the local garrisons." said a general from the Five Military Commandery.
"here we go."
On the parade ground, three hundred Tiger Guards and Left Guards went into battle.
Jiang Qingzhi was standing on the side, and next to him was Zhao Wenhua.
Yan Song was old, and Yan Shifan was worried that the people who took care of him along the way would not be diligent, so he asked Zhao Wenhua to volunteer to join the army.
"Master Chang Wei, those one thousand are tough soldiers." Zhao Wenhua had just had a conversation with someone from the Five Military Commandery. The other party was very dissatisfied. Zhao Wenhua also felt that Jiang Qingzhi was looking for trouble.
"Hero?"
"It is said that he once suppressed the natives and was extremely fierce." Zhao Wenhua saw the sneer in Jiang Qingzhi's eyes and became more and more annoyed.
Logically, as Yan Song's spokesperson, Jiang Qingzhi should give him due respect. For example, should he discuss with me, Zhao Wenhua, before making any decision?
However, Jiang Qingzhi acted arbitrarily and arbitrarily, which made Zhao Wenhua, who already had a grudge against him, feel that he was targeting him.
This is the scene before his eyes. After communicating with the people from the Five Military Commandery, Zhao Wenhua felt that such awe-inspiring soldiers could be used.
But Jiang Qingzhi did not discuss it with him, and pulled out a thousand men from those so-called fierce soldiers, saying that he would use three hundred men from the Huben Zuowei to test the quality of these people.
Damn it... Zhao Wenhua cursed in his heart. He had gone to Zhilu to complain about this matter before, but Yan Song asked him to come back quickly and seemed to have no complaints.
My godfather is really old. If it were in the past, he would definitely make Jiang Qingzhi look bad.
Zhao Wenhua crossed his arms and watched coldly as the three hundred people rushed over.
At the beginning, those brave soldiers were full of energy and even launched a counterattack.
The people from the Five Military Commandery were cheering for them and glancing at Jiang Qingzhi from time to time.
Zhao Wenhua clenched his fists...If these brave soldiers could live up to his high expectations and hold off the Huben Zuowei for a quarter of an hour, he would dare to stand up for them.
Fighting for power and profit is the instinct of civil officials, and Zhao Wenhua is no exception. Military merit has always been the most important reward, but you have to have merit. Where do civil officials get their military merits?
Come from the right to speak!
And Zhao Wenhua now wants to snatch food from Jiang Qingzhi's mouth...
After fifty breaths.
He almost gritted his teeth as he watched the so-called tough soldiers being chased and fleeing around the parade ground.
Jiang Qingzhi glanced at him, frowned and said, "Is this the brave soldier you mentioned?"
Zhao Wenhua's face turned pale.
(End of this chapter)
