Zhao Xing ignored everyone's current thoughts and ideas, and continued to summarize his topic, "Last time, I used 30,000 taels of silver to make up for the border army's owed salary for seven or eight years. But how did I do it? I rely on the original officials and generals. In fact, I rectified them one by one, and I thought my merits were fulfilled, but the fact is that I did have fulfilled my merits at that time, but I hurried back to Beijing to serve the king. The old officials and generals immediately returned to normal."

"It's not your fault." Zhang Zhiji understood him and was also finding a way out for him.

Everyone was really smiling bitterly for such a situation.

Zhao Xing was too busy. After all, a person's energy was limited and his time was limited. However, his subordinates did not have the capable personnel to help him. The result was that Zhao Xing did everything, but nothing had a perfect ending. There were too many things in the Jinyiwei.

Of course, Zhao Xing could not admit his incompetence: "In a word, it was still the chaos left by that guy Yang He. After Sun Chuanting took office, he took the money collected by Shanxi's salt affairs and sent money to the border army for full term. As a result, there were soldiers when they were given money and grain, but when they did not, there were no soldiers when they were given money and grain."

All the old military officials here understand this.

In the second year of Chongzhen, Yang Jingchen, the current Grand Secretary of Wenyuan Pavilion and the Prince's Tutor, once wrote a letter to Chongzhen, saying that there were nominal soldiers in the Ming Dynasty. When paying wages, generals from all over the country temporarily used 10 old money to hire local refugees to recharge. After the money and grain was distributed, everyone dispersed, but the country had no actual troops.

Zhao Xing said heartbrokenly: "At that time, he was a member of the Donglin Party, but the first one proposed a suggestion that the Donglin Party members hated it extremely, "There are troops to receive wages and no soldiers to train defense. He asked the Beijing camp to instruct the admiral and inspect the yamen, and the Jiubian should instruct the governor to investigate and investigate the qigong, etc. Please restore the military affairs of the eunuchs of the Tianqinian and the Jinyiwei Guard. If this is implemented, there are millions of soldiers, which can ensure the worry-free Ming Dynasty."

"Look, this time it was not proposed by me, but by the evil Donglin. So I am ready to follow the opinions of officials at all levels, support the reduction and reorganization of local troops and the restoration of military supervision system."

Duke Zheng stood up and opposed it: "This is Donglin's ulterior motive for us. They want to reduce the strength of our generals and monitor us. This will never work."

Internal opposition voices emerged, which was the result of the party struggle for interests and opposition.

The military supervision system is not wrong. How can an army be left unsupervised and let it go? It is like how can an official not be supervised and rely solely on ethics. How can the country not have spy agencies like the Jinyiwei? The mistake is that it is improper employing people and methods, and the mistake is that it gives the military supervision too much power. But this time Donglin proposed it to be a real plan for the country, which is exactly what Zhao Xing wanted to do. Since Donglin proposed it, it lacked the resistance that Donglin opposed to oppose it. As a result, an objection was expressed in his team.

It seems that I have not done enough in my party affairs, so I need to strengthen it.

"The army is now huge and bloated, and has no combat effectiveness. Such an army has greatly consumed the finances of the court and made the empire miserable. At the same time, it has ruined the army even more and became the one that the people criticized and hated. What should we do with such a group of uncombat-effective army? Just to lose the battle, will we be punished?"

Zhao Xing issued a deafening conscience question.

Everyone didn't feel anything about saving money for the country in the front. But the persuasion behind was just a hit of the pain of the soldiers. To be honest, the so-called soldiers in their hands really cheated people. They would only defeat the war. Once they were defeated, the civil servants would never let them go. For this reason, I don't know how many generals fell on these bear soldiers.

"In fact, it's not that we can't fight, nor that we are afraid of fighting, but that our soldiers are not good. The financial and military pay is just like pancakes. No one can eat enough. Once they are not full, they will feel resentment. Who is willing to fight for us for a lifetime? It would be good not to stab us in the back. So, I support Lord Zhao." Guangde Hou Huayang stood up and expressed his deep understanding.

The reason why he made such a happy statement was that in a battle against Mongolia, he brought his own headquarters to 3,000 troops and gathered 6,000 border troops to prepare for an attack on a rammed group of Mongolia with only 2,000 people.

Nine thousand vs two thousand, the opponent is still a mob that is temporarily pieced together with insufficient combat power. If you don’t win, it will be really out of the way.

As a result, when the Mongols charged, Huayang immediately charged with confidence with his confidants. As a result, as he ran, he felt something was wrong. When he looked back, he saw that the six thousand border troops were running wildly south.

Huayang, who was angry at the time, shouted to the back of the border army: "It's a rebellion, the enemy is here."

However, no one listened to him, and the group of border troops fled without a trace in a blink of an eye.

The border army ran away. In fact, there were still three thousand headquarters in Huayang, including three hundred personal soldiers, and they still had the ability to fight.

However, the defeat of the border army seriously damaged the morale of the headquarters. When the soldiers of the headquarters saw that the border army had run away, why would they do such people who were not full or warm in food and clothing? Run away?

So, the headquarters also escaped cleanly. If it weren't for the three hundred personal soldiers protecting Huayang, maybe Huayang wouldn't even understand how he died in this battle.

The defeat was a big defeat. The Mongolians, who were motivated by the Ming army's sudden defeat, chased Huayang for 300 miles before letting him go.

So, because of this strange reason, Huayang was defeated by the border army and was grabbed by the superiors. He was the chief general who was now named after the commander-in-chief, and there was no more soldiers in his hands. If this continues, this marquis of the Ming Dynasty will have to go to beg for food.

Zhao Xing’s interface: “We can remove the bloated and the elite left, and sufficient money and food, so we can raise the desire to use our lives for the soldiers. I ask everyone here, in the face of ten thousand bandits, as long as we have such soldiers, we can destroy them?”

Everyone is old military affairs, so of course they have a plan in their minds. At that time, Hong Chengchou, with 300 clans, defeated 30,000 bandits and lifted the siege of Hancheng, and the officialdom was smooth all the way.

So everyone will get three hundred rewards, and one thousand rewards. At most, it will be two thousand.

"So with the current soldiers, I will give you two thousand. Can you win?"

Everyone just sees me and I see you. The final outcome is that no one dares to accept it.

"Two thousand can defeat the bandits and gain military merits, but three thousand can't win, or they are punished if they fail. Think about it, which kind of soldiers do you want?"

No need to think about it, everyone understands. It’s just that everyone is planning to eat some vacancy.

Zhao Xing directly unveiled the lid: "There are no outsiders here, so I'll tell the truth. The reason why everyone is unwilling to lay off the troops and eliminate the elderly and weak is not thinking about eating some vacancy and subsidizing the household income. But is the vacancy that everyone eats really stuffed into their own pockets?"

After thinking about it carefully, everyone realized that the amount of money and food they deducted was in danger of losing their heads, and eventually they raised their own soldiers to save their lives. The relationship was made by this hand, and sometimes they even paid for it.

" Raising private soldiers is a violation of the national and dynasty system and is easily criticized. Since this is the case, why do we still do this? It's just that we want to save our lives on the battlefield. At the same time, we also hope that when the war is in a hurry, we can turn the situation around."

This is what we have come to the foundation of raising our own soldiers.

"But the Ming Dynasty gave you elite soldiers and generals. Do you still need to risk your own soldiers to raise your own soldiers?"

Zhang Zhiji was the first to stand up and said, "In fact, raising personal soldiers is a loss-making business, and there is no need to do much. If you want to turn the situation around, it is unrealistic and you can only save your life. My father brought 50,000 Jingying and Jiannu to the battle, but in the end, the 50,000 Jingying was defeated by 5,000 Jiannu, and my father died in the battle. But I only brought 10,000 elite Jingying and other people, outside Zunhua City, but withdrew more than 10,000 Jiannu from Dorgon, and won the attack of 6,000 Mongols. This is the difference."

Duke Zheng finally nodded: "Yes, in fact, if the 50,000 Beijing camp with sufficient soldiers and food is enough, it will be enough to guard the safety of the capital. Now, the 130,000 Beijing camp with a half-full capacity is reduced to 50,000, and it will be able to achieve sufficient money and food without increasing military expenditure. In this way, the spirit will increase and the combat power will be released, so we can really win battles often."
Chapter completed!