"I have a lot of thoughts, but in the final analysis, it all falls on the people. I wonder what Mr. Yu and his father think?" Zhu Qiyu thought about it for a while and said in a low voice.

Jin Lian, the Minister of the Ministry of Finance, glanced at Wang Zhi, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, with surprise. Wang Zhi looked at his nose and heart, showing no expression at all, but there was some surprise in his eyes.

Zhu Qiyu, the son of a concubine, could actually have such knowledge.

Yu Qian sat up straight and said very solemnly: "I heard that His Royal Highness, King Xi, is very talented and insightful. I only thought it was an anecdote before, but seeing it once is worse than hearing it a hundred times. His Highness, King Xi, is well-deserved."

"Teacher Yu, please tell me how to deal with this." Zhu Qiyu breathed a sigh of relief, and as expected, Yu Qian, who said that the king should be taken lightly and the country should be taken seriously, was consistent with his own thinking.

Yu Qian stood up, stood in front of Kanyu Tu, and said loudly: "Right now, there are more than 20,000 armored men in Shuntian Mansion, and there are more than 30,000 elite soldiers of Oala cavalry, coercing the civilians and claiming to be a hundred thousand army."

"But this is only the West Route Army. If we include the Central Route Army and the East Route Army, the Wala people have at least 60,000 fine cavalry and 150,000 infantry. It is easy to make an army of 200,000.

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so many people?

Zhu Qiyu turned his head and looked at Kanyu Tu, and the Wala people attacked in three groups to defeat the Ming Dynasty.

The West Wala Route Army points to the Jiuzhou area outside the mountains of Datong Xuanfu, the Wala Middle Route Army focuses on attacking Beigukou and the Karaqin Grassland outside the pass, while the East Route Army focuses on Guangning in Liaodong, intending to pass through

Liaoxi Corridor, approaching the capital.

The East Route Army failed to advance effectively and had already joined up with Yexian's West Route Army.

Three ways forward!

"The capital is surrounded for seventy-two miles, and the city is more than three feet high. I checked the weapons in the arsenal to defend the city a few days ago. It is more than enough to defend the city. It is impossible for Wala to capture the capital."

Yu Qian said with full confidence, not to mention the capital city, even the important town of Xuanfu, the Wala people would be even more difficult to take down.

Zhu Qiyu nodded, and then he said with some confusion: "The Wala people's 200,000 troops marched directly towards the capital, but our Ming Dynasty only has 20,000 capital troops."

Where have the three major battalions of the capital, known as the 200,000-strong army, gone?

He was taken to Tumubao by Zhu Qizhen and was buried in the hands of the Wala people.

Yu Qian continued: "The most urgent task now is to rebuild the Beijing camp."

"We should mobilize the Bei Cao Army from Zhili, Henan and other places in the north and south. The Bei Japanese Army from the coast should go to Beijing. There are about 200,000 people. In this way, we can not only defend the capital, but also repel the Oara!"

"The supervisory censors of the Metropolitan Procuratorate were sent to Gyeonggi, Shandong, Shanxi, Henan and other places to recruit volunteers and train them to prepare for any trouble."

Zhu Qiyu was very sure that Yu Qian not only planned to repel Ye Xian, but his main intention was to restore the combat effectiveness of the Beijing camp.

The powerful combat effectiveness of the Beijing camp not only ensures the safety of the capital, but also ensures that government orders are passed through.

Yu Qian's preparedness was definitely not only for the Oara tribe, but also for the Ming Dynasty itself.

"The Nanjing arsenal contains about 1.9 million pieces of helmets, armor, divine spears, divine blunderbuss, divine arrows, artillery, bows, crossbows, arrow clusters, battle uniforms, and battle flags. Your Highness, only 1.26 million pieces need to be transported to the capital for this battle.

It’s foolproof.”

Zhu Qiyu blinked hard, suppressing the horror in his heart, and took the military Beizhi handed over by Yu Qian, which contained the reserves of the Nanjing arsenal.

He looked at the dazzling list of weapons. There were about 200,000 pieces of armor, uniforms, and flags. There were about 100,000 divine spears and blunderbuss. There were more than 400,000 divine arrows, and nearly a thousand artillery pieces.

Is this the strength of the Ming Dynasty?

Yu Qian took a deep breath, stood up straight and said: "Your Highness, I have been serving as the Right Minister, Left Minister, and Director of the Ministry of War. I have been touring Henan, Shanxi, Huguang, Zhejiang and other places for more than nineteen years."

"The Beijing arsenal has just been inspected. The 1.26 million items from the Nanjing arsenal will be in Beijing in early October without any delay."

"It's easy to say." Zhu Qiyu handed the memorial in his hand to the Minister of the Ministry of Finance and other teachers and fathers to look at it.

"Calling the preparation army and transporting ordnance to the capital is what it should be. As Teacher Yu said before, there is a shortage of food in the capital and the price of food has soared. One stone costs four taels?" He asked a core question.

As the saying goes, before the soldiers and horses move, food and grass go first.

There is no food, no matter how strong the city, no matter how many troops, no matter how powerful the weapons, it will be a turtle in the urn, and the final result will still be defeat.

Jin Lian, the Minister of Household Affairs, quickly bowed his head and said: "Your Highness, the food in the capital is insufficient for ten days. The emperor left the capital and transferred all the food and grass in the capital warehouse."

"There is grain in Tongzhou." Yu Qian said immediately: "There are more than 8 million shi of grain in Tongzhou. Although there is some old grain, it is enough to feed the capital for more than a year."

Jin Lian immediately shook his head. He was the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue. How could he not know that Tongzhou had more than 8 million grains? He said with certainty: "Master Yu, these grains can be spread with kerosene and burned."

What kind of truth is this? Zhu Qiyu looked at Jin Lian with scrutiny in his eyes. He had finished his work as the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue and no longer wanted to do it.

Eight million stones of grain are burned at a moment’s notice?! Then what will the people in the capital eat? Isn’t this a joke?

Yu Qian bowed his head and said: "Your Highness, I would like to ask you to supervise the country's decree."

"I ask myself to supervise the troops and horses of each camp. The generals and commanders of each camp in Beijing are under the control of my ministers. I have full authority to adjust the grain to Beijing."

"I put my head on my neck as a guarantee. Eight million stones of grain and grass will be given to me before ten months, which is just a lot more!"

Several ministers looked at Zhu Qiyu. This was a very bold move. Yu Qian was a civil servant. According to the Ming Dynasty law, civil servants such as the Minister of War and the Secretary of the Ministry of War could not command the army. Only the Protectorate of the Five Armies could command.

It is a pity that the Fifth Army Protectorate, the Left Commander of the Central Army, and the British Duke Zhang Fu were all killed in the Tumubao Incident.

Zhu Qiyu looked at the expectant looks of several ministers with some amusement. This feeling was very strange. Logically speaking, he, the supervisor of the country, should be in name only. Does it really work if he speaks for himself?

Will the empress dowager sitting behind the bead curtain interfere?

He nodded and said: "Yes."

He picked up the ink pen on the table and marked Yu Qian's memorial, took out a small jade medal from his sleeve, and pressed it gently on the memorial.

Yu Qian put away the memorial, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was a helpless move for him to supervise the country.

When the late emperor Zhu Zhanji left, he left behind two sons. One, Zhu Qizhen, is now in the hands of the Wala people.

There is only one Zhu Qiyu who has been put on the shelf. At present, it seems that this duck is not a wise man, but he is definitely not a mediocre person.

This was enough. The worries in Yu Qian's heart were slightly relieved, and his mind was slightly relaxed. He felt dazzled and stood slightly unsteady.

Ever since the emperor Zhu Qizhen was captured, he had been having trouble sleeping and eating, and the country was in turmoil. He tried his best to maintain the situation.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Yu Qian coughed hard several times. He had phlegm disease, and he would still cough if he paid more attention to his self-cultivation on weekdays, not to mention running around. After being busy for a few days, the cough became more severe.

Zhu Qiyu looked at Yu Qian who was coughing and wanted to step forward, but thought of his plan to create a feud between King Xi and Yu Qian, and stopped his intention to ask.

Yu Qian held Kanyu Tu, his coughing slowed down, and then he continued: "Your Highness said that all the affairs of the country will eventually fall on the hands of the people. I think it is a great good thing."

"Whether it is transporting ordnance to the capital, transporting grain to the capital or defending the capital, or preparing troops to move to the capital and recruiting volunteers, these all require a large number of civilians."

"Your Highness truly has true knowledge and insight. If you can sum it up in one sentence, the people can carry the boat."

Zhu Qiyu couldn't help but nod. He and Yu Qian's opinions coincided with each other. History also proved that Yu Qian's approach was effective.

The Queen Mother Sun Ruowei, who was sitting silently behind the bead curtain, finally asked: "Master Yu's countermeasures are perfect, but I have listened to them for so long. I want to ask, how is my son?"

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Zhu Qizhen is the biological son of Empress Dowager Sun.

Zhu Qiyu was the son of the imperial concubine Wu, and he was born as a commoner. Moreover, there was a small question mark over the son of the imperial concubine.

There was a difference between closeness and distance, so of course she had to ask what to do with her son Zhu Qizhen.
Chapter completed!