The heavens start from saving Daming

Chapter 44
'Drip~~~'

The fingerprint lock was imprinted on the finger, and the thick safe opened in response.

Li Yunze took out a thick pile of information about Hou Jin from the inside.

Some of these materials were collected by him from the Internet of the modern world, but more were sent by the latent Jin Yiwei from Hou Jin.

The rise of Hou Jin was very fast, and it basically occupied the land of Liao in just a few decades.

But Daming's 200 years of hard work has a profound foundation.

An old institution like Jinyiwei, even when the Ming army was completely defeated, still left many hidden stakes.

These hidden piles that have been passed down through generations are still fulfilling their mission.

The information they sent out was very detailed, including military strength, external communication, internal consumption, and so on.

From it, Li Yunze picked out the parts related to post-gold storage and consumption, and sat on the imperial table to check them carefully, and from time to time, he pressed the phone computer to make numerical statistics.

After that, I checked the data about North Korea's tribute to the gold, and came to a conclusion after comparison.

"The post-gold is short of food."

Big data shows that based on the current population consumption of Jin in the future, as well as the amount of grain stored plus the harvest of the fields, they will have to eat soil when the crops are not harvested next year.

As for the grain smuggled by Shanxi merchants, unless they can increase the amount of grain that goes out of customs by more than five times, it will definitely not be enough.

If they really did this, then the whole town of Datong would simply put up a flag of rebellion.

The severe drought during the Little Ice Age didn't just affect Daming.The whole world has been severely affected.

On Europa's side, they can rely on plundering the world to maintain their supply.

Daming is big enough, and he can grit his teeth and hold on.

But Hou Jin had no choice but to snatch it.

In the era of old slaves, it is very likely to reduce consumption by slaughtering Han people.

Millions of Han Chinese in Liaodong died under the sword of the Tartars in this way.

But Huang Taiji has great ambitions, so he won't do such self-destructive things.

In other words, he will inevitably send troops to plunder.

There are indeed records in the history books, but Li Yunze will not rely entirely on the history books, he believes in accurate information and data analysis even more.

"Where can you go to grab it?"

He got up and brought back the information about Houjin's foreign affairs activities, and Li Yunze went through it one by one.

The Houjin body is in the place of the Fourth World War, and its strategic situation is actually very poor.

The wild girls in the north are really poor, and robbing them has nothing to gain except for some people who consume food.

North Korea in the east just snatched it, and Huang Taiji sincerely wanted to win over North Korea as his younger brother, so it was impossible to grab it again so soon.

To the south is Daming, and the most suitable passage is the Liaodong Corridor. Unfortunately, it has been managed like an iron tube, and there are strong fortresses everywhere.

It's okay to pull it out slowly, but the time loss is too great.

Kong Youde had not brought the firearms trained by Sun Yuanhua to Houjin, and it was extremely difficult to attack the city without cannons.

In the end, we can only choose Lin Danhan in the west.

"Fight Lin Danhan first, integrate the forces to win over the tribes of the grassland, bypass the Ningjin defense line and go south to plunder." Putting down all the information in his hands, Li Yunze let out a long sigh of relief, "Since we have won over the Mongols, we can also grab the population. The materials survived the famine, and they can also attack Daming to enhance their prestige. Sure enough, Huang Taiji has no other choice, just like in history."

"The opponent's strategy has been clarified." Li Yunze smiled, "This is the first move."

When Da Ming faced Hou Jin, he basically didn't have any strategy at all, he just kept on defending, and if they came, he would go to the decisive battle.

All strategic initiatives are handed over.

For these, it can only be said that Ming's civil servants have no strategic vision.

In particular, sand sculptures like Yuan Chonghuan actually killed Mao Wenlong who was pinned down by the enemy's rear.Compared with Huang Taiji's vision and knowledge, he is really not worthy of carrying shoes.

Even Sun Chengzong focused on defense.

They had indeed counterattacked before, but every time they counterattacked, the whole army collapsed, and then they gradually became afraid.

Their counterattack is not to seize the strategic initiative, because when they counterattack, they always go straight to Shenyang City, seeking a direct decisive battle.

The strategic initiative is to mobilize the enemy. I can fight wherever I want, and attack the weak links, not the top iron.

"You can't do it, I have to do it myself." Li Yunze put all the information back into the safe, and stretched his waist. "Now we can make preparations."

Following Li Yunze's series of actions, Daming's internal environment can be said to be unprecedentedly good.

The rogues were suppressed, the natural disasters were alleviated to a certain extent, and the local tyrants, gentry, and civil officials suffered heavy blows, and they were powerless to hold him back.The people also got a chance to breathe.

This is the best time window for a decisive battle with Hou Jin.

If it dragged on, it would be Hou Jin who took the initiative to fight and put the battlefield in the hinterland of Daming.

Shenji Camp Village in the suburbs of Beijing.

Appreciated by Cao Bianjiao, Li Zicheng, who was promoted to Chief Qian, was drinking with his nephew Li Guo when the Longxiang Army and the Shenji Battalion were reorganized and expanded.

Li Zicheng picked up his wine glass and drained it in one gulp, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you understand the announcement issued by the army?"

"I know, it has spread throughout the army." With Li Zicheng taking care of him, Li Guo, the general manager, nodded vigorously. "Long live, we will send troops to attack the Tartars."

"That's not what I'm talking about!" Li Zicheng stared. "I'm asking you, what do you think about the Long Live decree to move the town to Liao?"

Before the war with the Tartars started, Li Yunze had already started thinking about the post-war matters.

He made a decree to select a group of generals in the reorganized Beijing camp to serve as the post-war garrison of the Liao territory.

"If you sign up voluntarily, you will get a promotion." Picking up a piece of pork head and throwing it into his mouth, Li Zicheng chewed. possible."

"No way."

Li Guo refused without hesitation, "Let's not talk about thousands of households, even if he is the commander of the guard, he will be trapped in that bitter cold place all his life. How can this capital be so bustling and lively."

"The capital is big, it's not easy to live in." Li Zicheng, who stopped his chopsticks, felt a little emotional. "It's okay for us in the army to have basic necessities, food, housing and transportation. But once we leave the camp and enter the city, no matter how much money we have in our pockets, it's not enough to spend."

Han Jin'er came over with a plate of dishes, put the dishes on the table, and sat down directly beside him, "Don't be silly here, if you want to go to Liao to serve as a commander, then go by yourself. Er, I will never follow You go to drink the wind and eat the snow."

"You know a lot, you woman." Li Zicheng did have this idea. He is now the head of Qian. If he volunteers to sign up, he will almost certainly become the commander of a certain guard.

Commander of the guard station, this is a beautiful thing that he never dared to think about when he was a postman.

"Ah, it's a woman's family, and I can see it more clearly than you."

Han Jin'er poured himself a glass of wine carelessly, "This Beijing camp is a place where no one in the world can get in. If you are really capable, after you go to battle, you can kill Lord Baylor and become a commander in chief and be awarded a title. That is Guangzong Yaozu."

The upset Li Zicheng didn't bother to quarrel with the wives, and the Tartar Prince Baylor was not a cat or a dog on the side of the road, so he couldn't be killed so easily.

While speaking, a sergeant on vacation from the same village knocked on the door and shouted, "The camp has issued a reward!"

The three of them were taken aback for a moment, and then they stood up together with joy on their faces.

Han Jin'er went straight to the corner of the courtyard, "Take the cart."

Although the training in the new army is strict and they practice almost every day, the treatment is really good.

Not to mention the precious banknotes like waste paper, the full payment and full payment have never been given, and the rewards during the festivals have never been cut off.

At this time, troops are about to be dispatched to the Liao territory, and the rewards for the departure are naturally indispensable.

In order to eliminate the Tartars in one battle, Li Yunze was ruthless. After the reorganization of the three major battalions of the Beijing Camp, among the nearly 20 troops, even the new recruits were rewarded with [-] taels of silver.

When the whole army came down, a small 200 million taels of silver went out.

The amount of silver that the Ming court could receive in a year was only 400 million taels.

In addition, there are cloth, salt, grain, meat, wine and other materials.

The rewards of Li Zicheng and Li Guo are full of carts.

Han Jin'er, who followed, picked up a piece of cloth and smiled from ear to ear, "This cloth is really strong, and the pattern is beautiful. The cloth is so densely knitted, and the shops in the city charge [-] yuan a piece, as much as they can. "

The quality of the cloth produced by the modern textile factory is of course far superior to that of the homemade cloth of the Ming Dynasty.

"It's still this kind of white salt, the price is almost catching up with green salt."

"I haven't finished eating the Lumi I sent a few days ago, and I sent so much again."

"This half fan of pork is really fat. I don't know whose pig can grow so big."

"If you don't drink this wine, I'll take it to a restaurant in the city and sell it."

Hearing Han Jin'er chattering there, Li Guo smiled and pointed outside the camp, "Auntie, don't bother. After leaving the camp gate, there are many people waiting to buy from those restaurants and cloth shops."

The quality of cloth in the modern world is good, and the quality of salt is far superior to that of Changlu, not to mention the rice, which is all polished rice.

As for the pork, they are all frozen meat purchased by Li Yunze, and the price is not expensive.

Needless to say, the wine is all high-grade wine ordered from the winery, which is very popular here in Daming.

Ming merchants who knew how to look for business opportunities would gather outside the camp to yell for purchases whenever they came to the Beijing camp to give out rewards.

"It's up to you." Li Zicheng waved his hand grandly, "Use it yourself or sell it, it's up to you."

Han Jin'er stretched out his hand sideways, "Here."

"What?"

"Money!" She sneered again and again, "Don't think that you don't know that you go to the city to play money when you are resting. Bring it."

"That's a banquet, how can I not go when my colleagues invite me?"

Impatiently, he took out 20 taels of silver and stuffed it into Han Jin'er's hand. Before she could ask for any more, he told Li Guo, "Accompany your aunt to bring the things home, and leave for military affairs first."

"20 taels? You are Mr. Qian, at least 100 taels!"

Han Jin'er wanted to chase after him, but Li Zicheng was a postman after all, and his footsteps were so fast that he had already run across the school grounds and into the barracks.

Even the family members of the military are not allowed to enter the boundary over there.

Han Jin'er stomped his feet angrily, "Just wait! Don't even think about going to the kang this month!"

Li Zicheng met Gao Yigong, and the two looked at each other with a tacit understanding.

"Zuiyue Tower? Little Taohong?"

"Go!"

The soldiers of the Beijing camp who have been performing daily drills for a long time and bathed twice every ten days have been given a period of rest in rotation, at least five days or more per person.

When the vacation is over, the sergeants return to camp.

Li Yunze went to the Ancestral Temple to pray for blessings, and then on September 29th, the second year of Chongzhen, he personally led the army to the north, and the emperor personally marched.

(End of this chapter)