A century-old family that runs through the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 332 Reward

The memorial asking for merit was quickly sent to the capital together with his head.

The memorial was sent to the emperor, and the head was sent to the Ministry of War for verification.

Not long after, a eunuch came to report:

"Long live, one thousand five hundred and sixty-seven heads, exactly the same."

Hearing this, Zhu Changxun nodded, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

At this time, there were two petitions for merit on his desk. One was naturally from the prefect of Shaoxing, and the other was from the Zhejiang General Soldier.

However, the commander-in-chief had already received an order from the imperial court to send troops to annihilate King Potian. However, when General Wen Chu was defeated and several thousand families died, he suddenly gave up and gathered his troops under the walls of Hangzhou. Even if they don't move, they are likely to use defense instead of offense. If the provincial capital is not broken, it means victory.

Now when he heard that the commander of the Shaoxing Guards took the initiative to lead his troops to meet him, and defeated the Potian King, beheading and capturing thousands of people, he immediately couldn't wait to play, and wanted to take this merit into his arms.

"This killer is procrastinating when sending out troops. He is afraid of the enemy like a tiger. Now he is trying to grab the credit."

Looking at the memorial in front of him, Zhu Changxun could not help but sneer on his face.

He immediately saw through the little thinking of the Zhejiang General Soldier, casually threw his victory report to the ground, and turned to read the victory report from the Shaoxing Prefecture.

Capturing and beheading thousands of people was actually not surprising and did not move him.

"The main reason is the casualties..." Zhu Changxun stared at the report with burning eyes.

"One hundred and twelve people were killed and more than 250 were injured... How could Nan Bing achieve such results? Lin Xiao is quite capable."

This number was naturally modified by the prefect of Shaoxing. After all, neither the battalion soldiers nor the garrison soldiers in the south could do it anyway, but even after the changes, this was shocking enough.

Especially from the size of the Potian King's troops, it can be seen that he has not yet begun to coerce the people on a large scale, and the combat effectiveness of these bandits should not be too overwhelming.

Although a fierce and well-equipped frontier army could probably achieve such a result, the fact that the opponent relied on the Southern Army, which was much inferior in combat power, to achieve such a victory clearly shows the capabilities of this person.

If he was given a frontier army, wouldn't he be able to achieve better results? It is even possible to become another famous general in the Wuxing Dynasty.

Emperor Wuxing's eyes flashed as he thought this way.

Zhu Changxun is in great need of generals. The Ming Dynasty is now in a period of vacancy for famous generals. Yan Shizhao does not want to use him. Xiong Tingbi, the Minister of the Ministry of War, was transferred to Liaodong to guard the border not long ago because of his relationship with the former chief minister. He had played a Sun Chengzong, who had achieved great success, resigned and returned home. Although some people in the northwest have shown their prominence and demonstrated their ability to lead troops and strategies, they have not yet achieved practical results.

Now that there is such a general in the south, how can he not pay attention?

Shaoxing Mansion... He shifted his gaze there and murmured:

"With the commander of the Zhejiang capital and the commander of the division also knowing Ren Ningshao, is this reward too little?"

"Your Majesty, this is all you can do to defeat the bandits. If you promote me again, I'm afraid the generals won't accept it."

Wang Tiqian said from the side.

There are also three, six or nine levels of enemies of the Ming Dynasty, and their first-level merits are also divided accordingly.

Among them, the best ones are naturally the Tatars and Oaras in the north, because they are powerful in battle and can be rewarded with many beheadings. There are fifteen taels for a first-level head, and three heads are enough to promote soldiers and low-level officers by one rank. class.

The second level is the Japanese pirates and the Toungoo Army, whose combat effectiveness is slightly inferior. There are only four taels left in the first level, and eight are enough to upgrade to the first level.

Rogue bandits are the lowest class because their combat effectiveness is so low that the Ming army can always defeat them easily. Unless they can be identified as old bandits with stronger combat effectiveness, they will be given very few rewards.

One or two is enough for level three, and fifteen is enough for one level.

And after reaching a certain level, rewards for general officers are still based on another set of standards.

Beheading 1,500 people and capturing more than 3,000 people may seem like a lot, but in fact the reward is not too high. The court doesn’t care whether you fight with southern soldiers or frontier soldiers. The heads of rogue bandits are worthless, especially It may seem that Lin Xiao doesn't have much qualifications, but in fact, his guard commander is already a third-grade official of the imperial court. At that level, it is difficult to move up to the next level. Promotion to the second-grade is enough. It's not impossible to insist on promotion, but if the news spreads, the generals on the northwest front will inevitably be dissatisfied.

Different rewards and punishments are a taboo.

"Next time there is a war, His Majesty will miss him and asking him to fight will be the best reward for him. If he is really talented, he will naturally stand out in the battle."

Wang Tiqian saw his hesitation and suggested:

"It is also his blessing to fight for His Majesty."

The conversation made Zhu Changxun feel comfortable, so he waved his hand and said:

"Just do as you say."

Then he turned to ask:

"How is the war going in the northwest?"

The problem in Jiangnan is just ringworm and scabies. The real concern of the Ming Dynasty is still in the thirty-sixth battalion in southern Shanxi. These people who can't survive are constantly turning to them. The number of rebels is expanding at an alarming rate. Now It has reached 120,000 people and is still growing.

And under the leadership of various leaders, they attacked everywhere and captured cities and territories, which was a headache.

"Twenty thousand border troops have been mobilized south, including more than 5,000 Jisu troops, led by Liang Guogong Lan'an. Together with the 70,000 local imperial troops who have gathered, we should be able to put down this chaos."

Wang Tiqian replied with a brisk voice.

Zhu Changxun also smiled and nodded when he heard this, feeling much happier.

The frontier army and the Jisu army have become the trump cards of the Ming Dynasty.

He believed that once these two trump cards were played, the mob under the king's second hand would never survive the winter of Wuxing's fifteenth year!

He seemed to have seen chaos everywhere, and a peaceful world waving to him.

……

"Originally there are more than 3,000 men in the mansion, which can be considered as sufficient strength."

"However, repeated battles have resulted in heavy casualties, and now there are only ten rooms and nine empty houses."

"However, my subordinates shed their blood for the Ming Emperor, but they did not get the honor and rewards they deserved. The emperor showed no sympathy or compassion."

The governor of Jisi Prefecture was riding on his horse and turned his head to look behind him.

A sparse force of more than two hundred cavalry followed him.

His mansion was originally a medium-sized tribe, but now it has declined to this point.

"I can't survive this day."

He turned his head and exchanged glances with another governor. His subordinates also suffered heavy losses. At their peak, there were more than 4,000 young men, but now they were less than 300.

"It's the other way around..."

(End of this chapter)