After a battle filled with gunpowder, Wang Zhizheng finally obtained the important position of chief soldier of the Praetorian Guard! Holding the Praetorian Guard of the capital is equivalent to mastering the garrison of the entire capital, and he has become the most powerful force in the capital. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Praetorian Guard is an armed force established by the founding emperor Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang, which is directly under the command of the emperor, and its mission is to protect the emperor's safety. The Praetorian Guard of the Ming Dynasty had three major battalions: the five military battalions and the three thousand battalions left by Taizu, and the Shenji battalion founded by Chengzu.

The five military camps had a total of seventy-two guards, which was quite large in number, which was not only enough to defend the Beijing division, but also used to be the main force in the conquest of the Northern Yuan. The soldiers of the 3,000 battalions were only three cadres in principle, which was disproportionate to the five military battalions, but because they were all Mongolian soldiers from the Northern Yuan Dynasty at the beginning, they were all "civil Ding Zhuang, no evil disease offenders", so they had a strong combat capability. Its mission in peacetime was to serve as the emperor's guard of honor and patrol the capital. The Shenji Battalion is a team dedicated to firearms, which originated when Chengzu conquered Annan.

took over the Praetorian Guard, and Wang Zhizheng changed from a civil minister to a military minister, commonly known as the "Great Commander".

Wang Zhizheng went to the Praetorian Guard Mansion the next day to hand over the work with the former commander Zhang Fengqin.

Zhang Fengqin is a martial arts champion, not only strong in martial arts, but also flexible in mind, Wang Zhizheng feels from the bottom of his heart that he is more suitable than himself to be a great commander. But now that we are considering all issues, we must start from pragmatism, how to help Zhu Youzhen, the king of Baoxin, ascend to the throne, and how to do it. The Praetorian Guard must be firmly held in their own hands, and then they can arm and protect the king of Xin, Zhu Youzhen, to ascend the throne.

Zhang Fengqin had already changed out of the commander's second-grade military attache official uniform and changed into the third-grade civilian official uniform, he stood sadly next to the table of the Janissary Commander, with his hands behind his back, looking very reluctant.

Wang Zhizheng was relieved: "Lord Zhang, you don't have to be too worried, you know that it is now a nine-thousand-year-old world, you neither take refuge in the Donglin Party, nor do you take refuge in the nine-thousand-year-old, if you continue to be the commander of the Praetorian Guard, for you, you will be greeted by countless troubles." Now hang up the crown and go away, go to the military department to be an idle errand, happy to be at ease, how do you know if it is a blessing or a curse? ”

Zhang Fengqin sighed, looked at Wang Zhizheng's young and frivolous appearance, and sighed: "Lord Wang, having said that, but I, Zhang Fengqin, have entered the Praetorian Guard since I was eighteen years old, from a private to a ten-division commander, and then a centurion, step by step to the position of the great commander, it took nearly thirty years!" I haven't left the Praetorian Guard for the past 30 years, half a life has passed, and I am suddenly about to leave here, and I can't help but feel a little reluctant in my heart! ”

Wang Zhizheng saw that Zhang Fengqin's words were full of sadness, and thought: In the future, Zhu Youzhen won the throne and eliminated Wei Zhongxian, and this Zhang Fengqin can be reactivated. He is steady but not good at words, loyal and affectionate, and was born to be a good material for a great commander.

After sending Zhang Fengqin away, Wang Zhizheng immediately announced the convening of the first military conference since taking office.

Chen Yinlong, the commander of the Fifth Military Battalion, Zhou Jinglong, the commander of the 3,000 Battalion, and Xie Zhenglong, the commander of the Shenji Battalion, are known as the "Three Dragons" of the Praetorian Guard.

This military meeting was to announce to the three battalions of the Praetorian Guard that he would be their future commander.

After listening to the announcement, the "three dragons" dressed in armor and strode over, and the three of them had a unified square face and long beard, and they were all around thirty years old, not a few years different from themselves.

The three of them knew that the commander had been replaced by Wang Zhizheng, the squire of the military department, and they were a little unhappy in their hearts, so when they entered the lobby, the three of them did not kneel and bow, but hugged their fists very casually and sat down.

Wang Zhizheng was the city gate official of Nantianmen when he was in the heavenly court, and he served in the military for three hundred years, and he was born in the military, so he knew that the temperament of soldiers was different from that of civilian bureaucrats, in their world, there were not so many truths to talk about, and there were not so many doctrines to say, let alone flatter you because you were your boss, nor would he give you a step down because he was afraid that you would not be able to hang on your face, Wang Zhizheng understood that only by convincing them would they obey your control.

And Wang Zhizheng is in their understanding, it is nothing more than Wei Zhongxian's godgrandson, born as a gentleman, except for the flying eagle lackey, bullying the good, there is no dry goods in his stomach. Wang Zhizheng saw their arrogant attitude, he couldn't help but smile slightly, waved his hand, hugged his fists in return, and introduced himself in a deep and majestic voice: "Three commanders, from today on, I am your commander, the emperor values me, let me lead the Praetorian Guard, although I am only sparse and have no experience in governing the army, but the emperor's grace cannot be disappointed, I promised the emperor that we must build our Praetorian Guard into an iron army that has always guarded the Beijing Division!" The three of you are the commanders of the three battalions of the Praetorian Guard, and from today onwards, we are colleagues, and I hope we can cooperate well and live up to the emperor's grace! ”

As the words fell, he glanced at the three of them and found that all three of them were selling their ears and pretending not to hear.

Wang Zhizheng didn't speak, and continued to stare at the three people, he smiled cutely, as if there was no trace of embarrassment in his expression. Wang Zhizheng focused his gaze on the face of Xie Zhenglong, the commander of the Shenji Battalion, staring at him, staring at him, unable to take his eyes off it.

Xie Zhenglong, the commander of the Shenji Battalion, pointed at himself and asked lightly, "Great Commander, have you finished speaking?" Do you want me to say a few words? Wang Zhizheng smiled and nodded.

Xie Zhenglong smiled and said to the other two dragons, Chen Yinlong and Zhou Jinglong, "The Great Commander is finished, then let's go to work?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yinlong and Zhou Jinglong actually got up, and the three of them turned around and were about to leave.

Wang Zhizheng sat in front of the handsome case, and he didn't stop or inquire, but watched the three of them leave with a smile.

The three dragons lifted their cloaks, turned around and strode away majestically.

At this time, Zhou Chengqi, who was standing beside Wang Zhizheng, had a blue face, and he patted the handsome case and said angrily: "These three people are too deceitful!" You are the commander, the first day they saw the new commander, they didn't give a salute to the commander, but after listening to your lecture, they didn't even let go of a fart and turned away! You wait, I'll challenge them, if you can beat me, it's not too late for Zhou Cheng to come rampant again! ”

As he spoke, Zhou Cheng grabbed a spear and was about to chase it out and fight the three of them alone.

Wang Zhizheng dragged him over: "Zhou Cheng! Did you never be a soldier or what's wrong? Back then, in Nantianmen, we had a new centurion, didn't you embarrass people like this? You sit down for Lao Tzu! ”

Zhou Cheng heard Wang Zhizheng's order to sit down, so he sat diagonally opposite Wang Zhizheng with a huff, his face full of unhappiness.

Wang Zhizheng laughed generously: "Think about it, why do these three people look down on me, it's just that they think that I am a civil servant, think that I don't understand military affairs, and rely on the trust of nine thousand years old to get the position of the commander of the Praetorian Guard." You rely on shouting, how can you convince people by dancing knives and guns? Don't worry, I won't be out for a month, and I'll make them obey me! ”

Zhou Cheng spread his hands and said: "Okay, Grand Commander, if you hadn't stopped me, I, Zhou Cheng, would have beaten them to the ground!" ”