Be the emperor from the postman

Chapter 839 Marshal He Counts His Scars (Two in One)

Yang Wenyue quickly adjusted his mentality, just like some little girls decide to follow others.

Even though I was a little shy, I did some psychological construction for myself after all.

According to the current situation, he thinks that the commander-in-chief of the entire Ming Dynasty is probably no stronger than He Jinzhao.

People fiddle with 3 or [-] people, stretching for several miles, without chaos during the march, and can form an army formation.

In Yang Wenyue's view, the commander-in-chief of the entire Liaodong could not compare to him for being able to defeat the Houjin Tartars in the field.

After all, before Sun Chengzong and Yuan Chonghuan, whether it was the Ming army in Liaodong or the guest army with foreign support, most of them liked field battles.

Unfortunately, they all died on the battlefield in the end, and had to choose the method of defending the city.

Sometimes, Yang Wenyue could also see the training of the hammer bandits, and those Ming troops who surrendered quickly integrated into the hammer bandit system.

These people have no complaints about training even in the hot summer.

Yang Wenyue could imagine that after the hammer bandits were defeated, the Golden Tartars were not scattered, and no one was fighting for the head of the Jin army like an official army.

In the end, he originally won the first game, but because of the fight for the head, the Hou Jin army took the opportunity to kill him back, causing an even greater defeat.

It's not that Yang Wenyue has never edited and trained soldiers. In his opinion, the success of the hammer bandits cannot be replicated in the imperial court!

Before you can persuade those landlords, gentry, emperors and relatives to donate some fields and reward these soldiers, they will team up and kill you first!

Those people are afraid that they don't have enough benefits from embezzling Daming, so how can they spit out the flesh?
As for the rest of the rogues, if they didn't occupy the basic board, they would have no chance to copy and could only continue to be rogues.

He Jinzhao was willing to spend money for his subordinates, and he was even more willing to give money to the people under his rule.

In Yang Wenyue's view, Emperor Chongzhen was actually willing to spend money on his subordinates.

Liao pays at least 400 million a year, and he has to pay more, just to put down the rebellion.

However, it is uncertain how many taels of silver will be in the hands of ordinary soldiers in the end.

Unlike the Hammer Bandit, whoever dares to embezzle the allowance of his subordinates, if someone reports it, he will be dealt with immediately.

Pickets are then punished, and whistleblowers are rewarded.

With such methods and courage to build a strong army, what is He Jinzhao if he is not a qualified hero?
Zhang Fuzhen came to be a lobbyist in person, and He Jinzhao wrote another letter to give him a step down.

Don't continue to keep filial piety for those relatives of the emperor who don't care about the lives of the people?
They deserve it too?

Yang Wenyue picked up the letter, put it in his sleeve, opened the door, and saw that Zhang Fuzhen had left, and Yang He fell asleep leaning on the bamboo chair.

He didn't say much, and tiptoed out of the door, out of the yard, carefully closed the door, and rushed to the government office.

The old man lying on the bamboo chair sleeping suddenly showed a smile at the corner of his mouth.

He Jinzhao sat in the government office, dealing with daily government affairs.

In those days of war alone, a lot of documents were accumulated.

This is just a province's government affairs, and you can still do it yourself and grasp the details.

If he controls a lot of land in the future, he will have to promote a few more people to help him review it.

He Jinzhao was stamping the soldiers who had become regulars in the trapped camp. This was a contract that allowed them to be allocated fields and houses.

Fortunately, when I ordered people to cast the gold seal, it was not big, and it was hollowed out as much as possible to reduce the weight.

Otherwise, the wrist will be sore just by pressing the seal.

As for why this kind of thing cannot be replaced by others, it is probably because only the name and the utensils cannot be handed over to others.

No matter how He Jinzhao is delegating power, there are some things that should be held in his hands and he will not let go.

After stamping the seal, He Jinzhao will hand it down to each soldier himself.

In the future, he will not distribute allowances in person, but will only randomly check one or two.

But something like this kind of freehold property is worthy of He Jinzhao's personal distribution.

"Marshal, there is a man outside the door who calls himself Yang Wenyue and wants to see him."

Hearing this, He Jinzhao put down the golden seal in his hand:

"Call him in."

Zhang Fuzhen asked with a smile on the side: "Does the lord want to go out to greet him, to show his respect?"

"Did I go out to meet you?"

"Naturally."

Zhang Fuzhen thought to himself that he was so provoked that he stood up from the sick bed, walked out the door and called He Jinzhao to say that he would serve.

"How can one treat the other more favorably?"

He Jinzhao rubbed his wrist: "You old people, I haven't gone out to greet you yet, what does he do to you as a newcomer?"

Ji Gui, Yang Yuxiu and others laughed.

The lord's words really made them feel at ease.

Even if those who come later are all talented, it will not relieve them, the old people who followed the lord when he was very young.

Whoever makes the lord more and more powerful will make the people who serve him more and more capable, this is beyond doubt.

My lord is too lazy to play the game of corporal courtesy, I am very happy if you can come and work for me.

You can make requests, as long as you can work hard, most of the rewards can be satisfied.

But I'll show off when I come up, and I'll give you a big bag first.

A prisoner who has been reformed in the prison camp for so long and has not yet recognized his status, He Jinzhao is too lazy to want such a person.

Yang Wenyue was led into the hall, and introduced himself to He Jinzhao very formally, as well as his experience as an official in Daming and so on.

He Jinzhao nodded again and again. Daming has already experienced this kind of person. He is indeed a mature official and can be used directly.

"Are you willing to pledge your allegiance to me?"

Listening to He Jinzhao's inquiry, Yang Wenyue once again said respectfully:

"My lord, I am willing."

"Hahaha." He Jinzhao just stood up, walked over from behind the table, and helped Yang Wenyue up:

"With you, Yang Wenyue, helping me, why worry about my success?"

Outside Taiyuan City.

He Jinzhao watched the army retreat, and sent people to publicize with them the marriage law promulgated recently to protect our soldiers.

This set of laws applies to all Hammer bandits, whether they are alive or dead in battle.

They have also heard about some things, but feel that it is a pity and unbalanced in their hearts. After all, individuals will subconsciously substitute themselves.

They chose to serve as soldiers to fight, who can guarantee that they will not die every time they fight?
Even if he is a commander in chief, he always comes to the battlefield in person to command the battle.

Who can guarantee that a stray arrow on the battlefield cannot kill a person?

What they have worked so hard to earn is all at the expense of outsiders, who can 100% feel that they have no resentment in their hearts.

Even if you die, you will feel unwilling!

But now, as soon as the law of his own commander was promulgated, he immediately won the unanimous applause of the hammer bandits.

What our brothers didn't say is that we have to work hard for Marshal He for the rest of our lives, and our son also has to work hard for Marshal He!

Liu Zongmin ordered the combat equipment to be handed over by each team, repaired and reforged.

Gunpowder is best stored properly to avoid clots and so on.

The captains of each brigade finished sorting out these, let everyone go to take a bath, and had a celebration banquet in the evening, and then they each took a month off to recuperate.

Go home to reunite with your relatives, and help with work such as renovating your own fields.

Since there are soldiers who have not been on the battlefield, order will continue to be maintained.

Those who have not yet had children go back and continue to work hard, and those who have given birth can continue to work hard without worrying about whether they will not be able to support themselves.

There was no fighting in a short period of time.

He Jinchao was still in the big courtyard of Prince Jin's mansion to cleanse up many soldiers.

Speaking of encouraging words that they dare to fight tough battles with the later Jin Tartars, they named the names of a few brave people who fought, and recorded them in the credit book, and rewards will be issued later.

The hammer bandits shouted victory!

Victory!

Everyone was smiling, especially a group of Ming soldiers mixed in, it was hard not to be affected.

Cao Bianjiao looked at all the Ming soldiers at his table very pleased, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Can you wake up a little bit?

He Jinzhao is rewarding the soldiers of the Hammer Bandits, but we are all officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, so what are you shouting about?
Especially Sun Shoufa on the side took the lead and shouted more and more vigorously!
Cao Bianjiao was seriously injured, even though he had been raised for a while, it was not good.

Sitting quietly on the table at this time, it seemed that he was out of place by himself.

After Jiang Xiang finished yelling, she put her arms around Cao Bianjiao and laughed loudly:

"Little General Cao, if you weren't seriously injured, the military doctor wouldn't let you drink alcohol. I must have a few drinks with you at today's celebration banquet."

Cao Bianjiao also wanted to heal his injury quickly, so he followed the doctor's orders very much. This time he only came to eat and did not intend to drink.

"That's right, that's right." Sun Shoufa said with a smile while holding a wine bowl:

"No matter how bad General Xiao Cao's injury is, we don't know when we will drink together in the future."

Cao Bianjiao didn't understand the meaning of Sun Shoufa's words, but laughed and scolded: "When I recover from my injury, I have to drink you down."

After He Jinzhao said a few words briefly, he sent someone to quickly serve the food and have a good meal.

Otherwise, the celebration banquet would be a part of the leader's speech, and he himself would hate it very much.

Just let go of eating and drinking, the only thing you need to pay attention to is whoever dares to play drunk, then you must be locked up.

He Jinzhao's strength swelled, and he couldn't remember the names of all the soldiers in the army, so he could only cover the squadron leader and others as much as possible.

As for some small captains, they had studied in the lecture hall, and they were counted as his students. With this relationship, they naturally knew each other.

He Jinchao first had a bite of food with Liu Zongmin and other soldiers on the expedition, then took his own chopsticks and began to sit around the table, chatting with some soldiers.

In short, he still had to seize this rare opportunity to get to know the grassroots soldiers.

Just like that, He Jinzhao finally finished transferring his soldiers, and came to a small wave of Ming troops again.

Niu Youcai followed him, and had to be on guard no matter what.

But many Ming soldiers knew the treatment of the hammer bandits, and they had long been yearning for it. How much did the Ming Dynasty give?
"Marshal He."

"Marshal He."

Many Ming soldiers stood up and toasted. He Jinzhao laughed and hammered the shoulders of the soldiers of the Ming army, saying that we can be regarded as fighting side by side, and let them eat well.

The friendship was formed that day, so don't see outsiders today.

When He Jinzhao arrived at the table of Cao Bianjiao and others, many people in the square had already withdrawn in twos and threes.

"Marshal He." Sun Shoufa howled loudly:
"It can be regarded as looking forward to you, this dish is going to be cold."

He Jinchao moved a stool by himself and sat beside Jiang Xiang: "Brothers, is the celebration dinner okay today?"

Several guerrilla generals under Cao Bianjiao's command, Mr. Qian and others all said that it was delicious.

I have never eaten such delicious rice noodles in Shaanxi.

I have to say that Marshal He is really very proud, he didn't treat them as outsiders at all.

Cao Bianjiao didn't say a word, he listened to everyone greeting He Jinzhao.

He was a little apprehensive on this occasion, especially when he was in the Hammer bandit camp, he just felt a little awkward.

"Little General Cao, is the food okay?"

Listening to He Jinzhao's question, Cao Bianjiao patted his stomach:
"I'm a bit full of food. Marshal He has a good way of making money. I'm afraid that the officers and soldiers will not be able to eat this kind of noodles in the future."

"There is nothing you can't eat. From now on, if you can still win the gold tartars, I will give you good guys a cleansing here at the Prince Jin's Mansion."

Sun Shoufa and the others laughed out loud, thank you, Marshal He.

Cao Bianjiao also nodded, and he had to say that what He Jinzhao said was really beautiful.

But the fact is that if there is no Hammer bandit to help in the next battle, he will take his soldiers to Liaodong to fight against the Tartars. I don't know how many people will come back to eat in full body!

Historical experience has told Cao Bianjiao that the guest army who went to Liaodong is almost not good.

Even though he also came from Liaodong, he was not a Liao general after all.

The weather was hot, and by this time everyone was drinking, almost shirtless.

At this time, the cool breeze is together, which makes people feel a little comfortable.

He Jinchao stood up, motioned to the guards on the side to hold the candle closer, and waved it in front of Cao Bianjiao.

"I remember that General Cao is only one year older than me. How could there be so many scars on his chest?"

"So that Marshal He knows that Cao has been fighting with his uncle since he was 14 years old, and it has been ten years now."

"Huh."

He Jinzhao couldn't help admiring: "Unexpectedly, General Cao is a ten-year veteran!"

None of the few military veterans present here is more senior than Cao Bianjiao.

Even if there are not as many wounds on the body as Cao Bianjiao, and a few people look at it, Cao Bianjiao has many more scars on the front than on the back.

"Come, come." He Jinzhao poured a glass of wine on his own:

"In ancient times, Sun Quan asked about Zhou Tai's scars. Today, it's rare for me to see someone with so many scars on his body. I have to ask too."

Cao Bianjiao is not hypocritical, on the contrary he feels that the scars on his body are a symbol of his honor, even though he is a ten-year veteran, he is only 24 years old after all.

"This is a few places that were shot by arrows by the Houjin Tartars during the battle between Liaodong and the Houjin Tartars, but I rushed over on my horse and chopped off their heads."

"When you drink a cup, you can kill the arrows of the Tartars. You are really a man." He Jinzhao praised.

Cao Bianjiao patted his arm again and said:
"This is how I went to Qin with my uncle and passed through Shanxi. I was shot by an arrow when Marshal He attacked and covered my uncle."

"Oh."

He patted the gunshot scar on his chest again: "This is where I had a bloody battle with Marshal He last year. I was stabbed and almost died. Fortunately, Sun Guerrilla covered me and escaped."

"Hahaha." He Jinzhao put down his glass and laughed loudly:
"Little General Cao was so seriously injured, and he was able to escape from my encirclement. It is really rare in the world!"

(End of this chapter)