novelAbuy Chapter 186 Zhou Peigong: I've heard that Korean soldiers are good at marching?
Chapter 186 Zhou Peigong: I've heard that Korean soldiers are good at marching?
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Li Yong was still wearing his military uniform. The muscles on his chest were so bulging that the buttons were almost bursting. The veins on his neck, his protruding temples, and the calluses on his knuckles all indicated that he was a formidable fighter.
After entering the main hall, Li Yong immediately knelt down and kowtowed.
"Li Yong, commander of the Hanzhong cavalry, pays his respects to Your Majesty!"
This was the first meeting between the emperor and his subject. Li Yong performed a very proper and respectful bow, his attitude and actions showing great sincerity, without any pretense.
Because there were no traitors within the Eight Banners, the military families in Tianjin were able to write letters home to the soldiers at the front. Li Yong already knew about what had happened at home over the past two years.
Now his mother has been brought to Beijing to treat her eye ailment, and his son has also gained the Emperor's favor and entered the Royal Military Academy to study. This is an honor!
Liu Mu didn't think much of it and opened the appointment letter on the table.
"Li Yong, you detected Wang Fuchen's rebellious intentions, reported them in advance, and prevented him from wreaking havoc in Guanzhong. Today, I hereby bestow upon you the title of Marquis of Zhending and order you to lead 30,000 iron cavalry north to Shuozhou!"
"Further rewards include a three-courtyard mansion in the capital, a thousand taels of silver, a sable robe, and a white jade belt!"
In just six months, he went from a commander of a thousand men to a marquis!
It was bestowed upon him personally by the emperor.
This is why Jian is favored by the Emperor!
The historian, who was frantically copying books, suddenly felt that even his pen was losing its appeal. He thought that in this day and age, it would be better to join the army. However, he secretly waved his hand forcefully and shook his head.
If a real war breaks out, I'm afraid I won't survive.
Although Li Yong was meticulous, that was when he was fighting a war. When it came to human relationships, he was still the same rough countryman. He would accept whatever the emperor gave him, and he raised his hands to receive the imperial decree.
"Your subject, Li Yong, thanks Your Majesty for your grace!"
Liu Mu nodded. Since the delegation returned home, Tsarist Russia had organized an army of over 100,000 and deployed them in the area from the Ural Mountains to the northern Caspian Sea.
Furthermore, he would occasionally send noble cavalry regiments to harass the interior of Shuozhou. Subutai only had 30,000 iron cavalry and 20,000 servants, so he could not fight a decisive battle and could only run around in circles.
Qi Yanzhao, the governor of Shuofang, organized Kazakh cavalry to intercept them from behind, which prevented large-scale casualties, but that was all; they had no power to retaliate for the time being.
The Ministry of Works has only just begun construction on the wooden rails leading to Kazakhstan, and they haven't even reached Lanzhou yet.
Without large-scale provisions and logistics, once they entered the East European Plain, they would face mud that could bury people and the ever-present threat of surprise attacks from the Tsarist Russian army.
Ultimately, it will be defeated like Napoleon in the future. This is the geographical advantage of Tsarist Russia, and the advantage of its vast territory.
Therefore, Liu Mu was not in a hurry and ordered Li Yong to organize 30,000 light cavalry to go there, mainly to relieve the pressure on Shuozhou.
However, Hanzhong cannot be without men. Across from it lies Xichuan, the heart of the southwest. Next year, when we will conquer Wu Sangui, this place must not be lost. Thinking of this, Liu Mu looked at Zhou Peigong.
"Are there any suitable candidates for the Hanzhong camp?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Peigong opened his booklet, which contained the meritorious service records of the generals under the Ministry of War.
Someone like Li Yong, unless he captures the king and rescues the emperor, would at most be given a military garrison commander position in the eyes of civil officials. As for being ennobled, that's out of the question.
This is also the biggest reason why military generals like to follow the emperor; by staying by the emperor's side, they can be favored and rise to prominence.
Qi Jiguang, wasn't he amazing?
If this were during the early years of Zhu Yuanzhang's reign, a marquisate would have been a given, and even a dukedom would have been a contender. But in the mid-to-late Ming Dynasty, not even a title of nobility was granted.
The Zhu family is incredibly stingy in this respect!
If they aren't granted titles, where will their fighting spirit come from?
As long as they are not given military or political power, a noble title can cost only a few dollars and can also help check and balance the civil officials.
Therefore, Liu Mu also wrote in his ancestral precepts that the Ministry of War must grant hereditary titles to military officers based on their military merits.
As for where military merits come from, go and fight for them yourself!
If you don't punish me, it means you're an unfit emperor!
Yes, Liu Mu also had ancestral teachings. As his status changed and his family fortune grew, he went from not understanding Zhu Yuanzhang to understanding him, and then to learning from him.
Zhou Peigong pointed to several names in the register, but he shook his head at them all, clearly dissatisfied, as they were not suitable to guard Hanzhong.
They only handed over the booklet after turning to the second page.
"Your Majesty, I recommend Pan Yulong, the military commander of Tianjin Garrison. He has participated in several major battles and was the first general to enter Nanjing. He is currently a second-rank Tiger Might General in the Beijing Garrison. According to his merits, he should be promoted!"
Liu Mu thought about it and realized that it was indeed his oversight. Zhou Hu, his former subordinate, had been promoted to commander, while he, Pan Yulong, a general, had only been promoted by half a rank, which was indeed unfair.
Liu Mu then looked at his household registration and said.
"This Pan Yulong is from Jingyuan in the Northwest, so let's make him the Earl of Jingyuan, promote him to Governor-General of Hanzhong, and appoint him to command 30,000 troops stationed in Hanzhong. We'll also reward him with a two-courtyard mansion in the capital, a sable robe and cloak, and 800 taels of silver!"
Being both a Earl and a Governor-General meant being a high-ranking official in the Han Dynasty, and as long as one didn't betray the country, that meant centuries of wealth and status.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Peigong immediately produced the official register of the Ministry of War and promoted Pan Yulong to a higher rank. He then sent the official register to the capital garrison with an imperial envoy to announce the promotion to the emperor.
The angels of the Han Dynasty today are not eunuchs.
They were soldiers from the Imperial City Guard.
Eunuchs, after all, are physically disabled and psychologically somewhat abnormal. The pride that men cannot obtain will always be sought elsewhere, and this cannot be changed.
Just then, Liu Dingbian rushed in from outside the hall, holding a letter in his hand, the armor plates inside his cloth armor rattling loudly.
"Your Majesty, an urgent dispatch from Tibet!"
Upon hearing the word "Tibet," Liu Mu immediately tensed up, grabbed the letter, and roughly tore it open.
In Tibet, it's only my eldest nephew who's in trouble.
All of Galdan's other direct descendants had been wiped out by Liu Mu. As the only remaining heir, Liu Weiqing couldn't afford to have anything happen to him, otherwise he would be letting Galdan down.
After reading the entire content, Liu Mu breathed a sigh of relief, and then secretly marveled at his good fortune—he hadn't been driven back to Tibet, and had even won!
On a battlefield where 100,000 people are fighting, if the enemy commander makes a mistake, it's almost like a grand mage summoning a meteor – both are things that defy the heavens.
The Battle of Changping lasted for three years.
Neither coach made any mistakes.
"My nephew, the King of India, has defeated the ruler of a Mughal state and seized its land, which contains 15 million people!"
Liu Mu spoke with a rather arrogant tone. The Liu family members were good at fighting, which gave them face, and no one dared to have any doubts.
After reading it, Zhou Peigong, like Liu Mu, sighed at Liu Weiqing's good fortune, that a young upstart had emerged under his command, causing the enemy commander to make a grave mistake.
Otherwise, what arrived today wouldn't be an urgent report.
It's a book of death!
Despite his lament, Zhou Peigong still expressed his opinion in the face of Liu Weiqing's request for personnel.
"Your Majesty, the Prince needs able-bodied soldiers. However, there are no roads in Qinghai and Tibet, and the weather along the way is harsh. Forcibly relocating people there would likely result in heavy losses."
Liu Mu was speechless upon hearing this.
Soldiers who cross Qinghai and Tibet suffer greatly. If young men and women are to migrate there, and their families die on the way, they will be unable to fight.
Just then, Zhou Peigong slapped his knee.
"Your Majesty, I've heard that the Koreans are skilled in military campaigns?"