Be the emperor from the postman

Chapter 773 Poly is a pile of shit (first update)
Zhang Fuzhen walked out of the room amid He Jinzhao's cursing.

Ji Gui, who was standing outside the door, fanned his fan and said with a smile: "Why do you have to go in and scold me?"

"Marshal, he's been thinking too much recently, and he's under a lot of pressure. He's young and vigorous, and it's fine to scold him if he has a woman around him to vent his anger."

Zhang Fuzhen snatched the fan and fanned himself:

"After all, this is the first time he has commanded 10,000+ people publicly, so there is always some pressure.

The key opponent, Huang Taiji, has rich experience in commanding large corps in combat, which is definitely not something the protagonist can match in a short time. "

"So, have you thought of a solution?" Ji Gui snatched back the fan and pointed at him, "Don't tell me to kill someone."

"Hehe." Zhang Fuzhen laughed a few times: "I naturally thought of a way, but I believe the Lord can also think of it, but I need to come out by myself."

"Ok?"

"Don't worry, the lord crawled out of the dead. He has encountered more serious difficulties than before. He just got himself into it."

Zhang Fuzhen stroked his beard and said with a smile: "In less than three days, he will be able to figure out the truth by himself, and when he suddenly understands, it will be many times better than you and I reminding him."

He Jinzhao was soaking in the wooden barrel, twisting a hot towel to cover his face, and a dull voice sounded:
"I'm too tired, let's play it badly, what do I like, I decided to give up programming and training them, otherwise they will suffer, and I will suffer even more."

"Based on the brutal combat methods of the Mongolian right-wing cavalry today, judging from the time it took for Huang Taiji to arrive in Shanxi, there is no way to prepare for training in a short period of time."

"Then just smash the jar?"

He Jinzhao took away the wet towel, let himself regain his beard, couldn't help laughing and said:
"Then I don't bother to train them, just let them give full play to their looting expertise."

puff.

He Jinzhao beat the surface of the water heavily: "The battle must be tailored to local conditions, how can I forget it?
Not everyone is suitable to serve as a soldier, and not everyone can have good obedience.

As long as they didn't make big mistakes before the war, I wouldn't be bothered to chop off their heads, just let them perform crimes and make meritorious deeds. If you want to settle accounts, you have to settle after the war. "

Guerrilla warfare!

This group of right-wing Mongolian cavalry gathered together is a pile of stinky shit.

There are also vendettas and various personal enmities between some tribes.

If it spreads out, it may be full of stars!

Maybe it can create a better record!
He Jinzhao decided to send out all the [-] rangers. Whether it was rushing towards Huang Taiji or harassing Huang Taiji, he didn't bother to care about it, let these people play freely.

All the captured property belongs to them, and the head of the Jurchen Tartar can be exchanged for silver or sheep.

Now that his image of being rich and powerful has been established, why not let them become bounty hunters.

After taking a bath, He Jinzhao became refreshed after thinking about these things.

Niu Youcai immediately called someone to come to the meeting, and the commander had something important to announce.

Several confidantes and generals all walked in, and it was a little strange to see He Jinzhao's happy face.

After all, when the commander-in-chief organized the Mongolian rangers today, he was really helpless towards those stupid Mongolians.

Ji Gui glanced at Zhang Fuzhen, could it be that the lord came up with a solution after taking a bath?
"My lord." Zhang Fuzhen cupped his hands slightly, took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, and put it on the table: "This is the method I came up with."

He Jinzhao glanced at him, opened the folded paper, and raised his eyebrows:
"Together is a pile of shit, and scattered is full of stars!"

"Hey, hello." He Jinzhao put away the paper and said with a smile, "Staff Zhang, what do you think?"

"My lord, I'd rather learn Taoyuan's trio of righteousness than Wagang's incense burner. After the heroes of Wagang Village dispersed, they all made great achievements and left their names in history."

Zhang Fuzhen saluted slightly, then sat back on the chair.

"Not bad." He Jinzhao put away the paper and put it aside:
"The large-scale right-wing Mongolian cavalry is useless, and I don't bother to waste energy training them.

Since these people are all warriors on horseback and good at looting, I will send them all out to fight guerrilla warfare with Huang Taiji.

I don't care if they have the ability to attack the Houjin Tartars head-on, or sneak attack on their food and grass, or even go to Horqin and other places to loot without being afraid of far away.

In short, I am going to give it a go, take the initiative to weaken the strength of my troops, and throw this group of warriors who claim to be excellent hounds and eagles out to hunt.

As for how much they bring back, each depends on his ability, don't f---ing gather in front of his eyes, and follow me to have a big pot meal. "

"My lord is wise!"

Zhang Fuzhen admired, instead of gathering a lot of people, it is better to learn to let go.

Otherwise, in a hurry, Cao Cao's defeat at Chibi, the Battle of Feishui, etc. are all excellent examples.

More recently, the Ming army went to Liaodong to exterminate the Jurchen Tartars, but they deployed a large number of troops, all of which failed in the end.

What's the use of having too many people?

Now as long as you hold on to the part of the elite soldiers in your hands, you can command them better.

"Pan Yu, do you understand?"

He Jinzhao looked at Pan Yu who was mainly dealing with the Mongols.

Pan Yu is also very sad these days. It is too difficult for some Mongolians to communicate.

Many tribes in Mongolia also have different accents. Not everyone can understand the Mongolian language repeated by his soldiers.

"Marshal, I'm calling to call my brothers and tell them to study hard tonight, and to give the commander's order to the Mongols tomorrow morning."

"Well, work harder, you can do it yourself."

"Yes."

Pan Yu stood up to salute, and quickly walked out of the hall with a waist knife in hand, passing on the commander's order.

He Jinzhao finally heaved a sigh of relief after this terrible matter was over.

Although he squeezed the melon to quench his thirst, he was not thirsty at the moment, so he threw all the melons out and told Huang Taiji to have a headache.

"Qiu Zhitao, is there any latest news recently?"

"Returning to my lord, Na Muzhong just sent back the news that Huang Taiji soldiers marched towards Xuanfu in three ways.

One of them went all the way to Ji Town, it seemed that they were really going to attack Ji Town, just like killing Uncle Jing Liao.
However, Na Muzhong reckoned that Huang Taiji's move was likely to mobilize troops from Xuanfu and other places to help Jizhen, and make the capital of the Ming Dynasty alert.

Cover up his real purpose! "

"Ah."

He Jinzhao nodded, Na Muzhong's judgment was several times stronger than Lin Danhan's.

The main target of Huang Taiji was Chahar, and it was useless for him to break through Jizhen, as there were no Mongols to guide him outside the Great Wall.

If they wanted to break through the wall again and enter the territory of Ming Dynasty to plunder, they could only subdue Chahar before making the rest of the ministries submit to him.

"Any more?"

"My lord, there are more and more refugees from Henan actively flowing into Shanxi, and there may be a shortage of food!"

He Jinzhao thought for a while: "For the time being, let the refugees eat five cents and hang themselves. There is still more than a month before the summer harvest."

(End of this chapter)