"I just shook it in front of him with Park Knife twice. The thief bird fell to the ground in fright, and immediately started to pee between his legs!"

A burst of laughter rang out from the hall.

The man who spoke was Ge Huai, who served as the third general under Meng Gong. It was also the fake businessman with a soap-mulberry hat in the evening. His majestic body and bold voice reminded people of the legendary famous monk Lu Zhishen in the late Northern Song Dynasty.

Meng Gong's life habit was to gather fifty to seventy subordinates at night, all of whom sat on the ground. From top to bottom, each person talked about something, something he had experienced, or rumors on the streets and alleys. When encountering something funny, everyone would laugh a lot, but they would never be allowed to expose other people's privacy.

At this time, everyone's most passionate topic of conversation was nothing more than the dozens of stupid thieves who were captured alive at night.

Meng Gong smiled and picked up a fried dough and sent it to his mouth to swallow it. He asked, "Where are those unfilial soldiers' accomplices? Have you found out?"

Someone from the hall replied loudly: "All have been handed over to the Criminal Department for interrogation, and it is estimated that further searches will begin tomorrow."

Meng Gong nodded with satisfaction and sighed again: "The soldiers who received the national salary to protect the people actually fell to becoming bandits who pretended to be enemies. They are really without any dignity."

Suddenly, a loud voice in the hall responded: "The villain thinks that although these officers and soldiers are unforgivable, they are still understandable."

Meng Gong turned a furious and shouted loudly: "Who dares to say such words to my subordinates!"

A man with a strong and strong face in the personal army under the hall stood up and replied calmly: "The general has already understood the joints in this way, so the haters are just restrained by the general's virtue."

Meng Gong snorted and said, "It turns out it's Wang Jian. You have just entered my camp and don't know that the military law is strict. If you defend such nonsense, you will inevitably serve you sticks. Retreat quickly!"

Could it be that the hero who leisurely defended Diaoyu City under the siege of the Mongolian Khan was indeed the hero who stood by the Diaoyu City. Zheng Yunming, who was sitting in the guest seat, quietly glanced out of the corner of his eyes. It was indeed a heroic appearance. But I wonder if his small time travel incident would have any impact on the achievements of this future national hero?

Wang Jian was completely unaware of the strange thoughts of the young husband on his seat, so he stepped forward and said loudly: "In order to prevent the situation of the new soldiers recruited by the Northern Army this year, it is already obvious to all in Huangzhou, and there is no need to hide it from the general. The court was willing to pay the money to recruit these exiled refugees to serve in the army, but there was no money to pay the following salary. Now the camp of the newly recruited army is not much better than the concentration area of ​​beggars. The families of the soldiers are all out of clothing and cannot feed their stomachs. They can only dig some loaches by the river and pick some grass roots.

To satisfy the hunger, in exchange for food, some soldiers even sold their children to merchants in the city as slaves. The most outrageous thing is that when the generals owed the soldiers for several months, they forced these beggar-like soldiers to build silk cotton jackets by themselves in order to deal with the inspection on the top of the mountain, so that the provincial government officials could get a distinctive clothing and a strong military appearance when they came to school. Is this kind of general who only cares about their promotion and wealth but ignores the lives and death of the people, the soldiers under them, have any other ways to survive besides blocking the road and robbing?"

There was a silence in the hall. Many of Meng Gong's subordinates were drawn from the troops stationed in various places, and there was no clear reason for the various accumulated problems in the Song army. Indeed, for the long-term problems of the Southern Song army, the army in the Southern Song Dynasty was in chaos, the scattered, and the scattered, and the scattered, and the scattered, the scattered, and the scattered, the scattered, and the scattered, the scattered, and the scattered, the scattered, and the scattered, the scattered, and the scattered, the scattered, and the scattered, the scattered, and the scattered, should not be easily attributed to the scattered discipline of the soldiers. In the final analysis, it was because after the southern transit, it was still adhered to the chaos of "using refugees as troops to avoid being bandits" in the north.

Policy. Zheng Yunming remembers that in "Sima Law", he once said that the intelligent, brave, greedy and stupid people can become qualified soldiers as long as they take the control method. This is the principle that the whole people are soldiers. However, Zheng Yunming believes that such rules are no longer suitable for today's battlefield. The reason is very simple. First, the country's finances are no longer able to bear so many full-time soldiers. Second, such a huge military post has the ability to win and weak combat that is inconsistent with it.

The solution is to eliminate the elderly and the weak, that is, to set up a reasonable military retirement system, and at the same time increase the supply and training of brave men, so that they can play the greatest role in fighting against powerful enemies that have never been encountered in history. Naturally, this requires a significant reform of the military and even the national system. For the Song Dynasty, where external troubles are about to come, it is basically an unfinished task.

But it was not an opportunity to do nothing at the moment. Zheng Yunming stood up and bowed to Wang Jian, and said loudly: "Brother Sergeant, please listen to the students."

"The country's accumulated ills and problems are formed for a long time, and it is impossible to solve them perfectly overnight. Those arrested soldiers are indeed subject to this and have their own difficulties. However, if they are oppressed by the top of the mountain, they have to reach out to the people below. They would rather cut off Zheng's head than agree to this kind of accommodating method."

"Yun Ming also heard that the bravery and invincible subordinates of the commander Yue in the early years of Shaoxing were not because of his skilled swords and guns, extraordinary martial arts, but because of strict discipline. The so-called discipline is the ten words "I will not demolish houses when I freeze to death, and I will not beat and kill to death." It is precisely because of adhering to this bottom line that I have the consciousness of serving the battlefield as a national military. If I just care about robbing the people like bandits, then the people will raise a group of robbers who robbed like Tartars with taxes. Wouldn't that be a big laugh?"

"The soldiers and their families are indeed in poverty. Not only Meng Shuai, but the court is also very clear about this. When I set out from Lin'an, what the court was talking about was to calculate the accounts of Rongsi in various places and allow the food and salary to be distributed smoothly. I believe that there will be a way to correct it soon. I also ask everyone to endure it for a while. But these scum who robbed merchants and travelers under the banner of Mongolians cannot be forgiven."

"That's it," Meng Gong puts out the majesty of a general: "No matter what reason is, those who violate military law cannot bypass it, otherwise what is the prestige of the court? How can the general's credit be preserved? He quickly withdrew from someone!"

Wang Jian snorted and bowed to the hall.

"Although there is a reason for the matter, the military law is not sympathetic," Meng Gong glanced at the people in the seat and said seriously: "Today, if you use human feelings and to release one person with your hometown friendship tomorrow, you will be useless if you have millions of elite soldiers. You will be rewarded for your merits and punished for your mistakes. Then even if there are only major generals in the seat, the enemy will not dare to underestimate you. This is the principle of using troops."

Everyone claimed yes, and Zheng Yunming also secretly praised in his heart: "Being able to compete with the Mongols for ten years without losing the upper hand is indeed not a person who has gained fame. He also needs to be earned with diligent acceptance. One day, this relationship will be used."

At noon the next day, Wang Jian, who was burying his head into the main entrance of the yamen, collided with a little book boy. The little book boy could not hit Wang Jian, who was like a mountain, staggered back a few steps and almost fell to the ground.

Wang Jianxin said it was not good. He didn't know which servant of the young master who offended him again, and was about to go over to help him. The Shutong rubbed his shoulders and looked closely. It happened to be the personal soldier who was talking nonsense that he saw with the young master at the banquet yesterday.

"Uncle Wang Jian, I have found you. My young master has something to do with you."

"Wang Jian, are you here? Come here, the coach has a few words to bring to you."

The man who spoke almost with Xian'er was Deputy General Tian of the Central Army of Wang Jian's immediate superior. He untied a piece of tissue paper with the official seal from his waist: "This is 200 stakes of Huizi. Although it is not much, it is the Grand Marshal who spent from his minister's money. You took it and gave the brothers who are in charge of the Ming Zhengdian to the family to allocate some money to settle the family, which can be considered as giving them some support."

Wang Jian was stunned for a moment, then bowed deeply: "Wang Jian thanked the orphans and widows for the kindness of the great commander first."

Deputy General Tian nodded and turned around and asked, "That boy, what's wrong with Mr. Zheng sending you here?"

"It was for one thing," Xian'er smiled and took out a comedy from her sleeve: "This is the 800 guan that the young master helped. With these two sums of money together, it is enough to buy some land for the orphan and widow to live. But the young master has a request."

“What are the requirements?”

"This matter is done quietly, don't make any statement. The young master is not a person who is greedy for false reputation."

"So that's it, the Grand Marshal also means this. It's just that your young master has just taken office. Are you not afraid of thieves thinking about it on the road?" Deputy General Tian asked casually.

"Where did you bring any money?" Xian'er curled her lips: "The young master pawned the black sable fur that the old lady gave her. This is also a treasure at home. Please send someone to Lin'an to get money to redeem it later. Even so, I'm afraid that the old husband will be scolded afterwards."

"This...why would Wang Jian dare to collect this money?"

"No need to refuse, the young master often said that a real man should be in a hurry when dealing with others. When others are in danger, he will help him when he is in danger, which is better than burning incense and worshiping Buddha for ten years."

"Then you have to meet Zheng Guanren and express your gratitude in person."

"There is no need. The young master is afraid that everyone will have trouble seeing you off. He has already quietly boarded the boat and rushed on his own. After I gave the young master's farewell book to the Grand Marshal, I immediately took the fast ship to chase the young master."

Xian'er bowed to the two of them and walked straight into the yamen.

Just as Zheng Yunming quietly bid farewell to Meng Gong and rushed to Xiangyang, he was racing on the official road leading from Dengzhou to Xiangyang. The horses were originally a good breed of the Western Regions. After being bred by herders with grazing experience in the north, they became an excellent mount with extremely high tame and good at galloping. However, from Taiyuan to the south, they were inevitably exhausted, and sweat fell down the rising dust along the mane. The rider on the horse was just an ordinary Song people dressed in an ordinary Song Dynasty, carrying a black bag behind them. It was obvious that after a long journey, he looked a little disappointed, and he still kept hitting the horse's ribs with a horse whip. It was obvious that he was really anxious.

There was a thick tree trunk sitting on the road in the dark night. A petite figure sat on the trunk. Of course, she was not dragging it to the middle of the road. Although this person had extraordinary martial arts skills, he was still a woman. It was impossible to move the big tree of hundreds of pounds alone. Fortunately, the heroine was a good boy, so it was easy to hire a few strong men to do this.
Chapter completed!