"Your Excellency...?"

Wang Chengen reminded in a low voice.

Zhu Xieyuan reacted back, prostrate and bowed:

"Minister Zhu Xieyuan, thank you!"

Handed over the holy decree to Zhu Xieyuan, Wang Chengen finally gave a sigh of relief, regardless of retention, and was about to leave directly with Tiqi.

"Father-in-law stays ——!"

Zhu Xieyuan summoned Wang Chengen, walked with him to the governor's office to tie up the horses, and saw that it still took time for the horsemen to tidy up their mounts, so he hesitated again and again and asked:

"My father-in-law is in a hurry, is there something big going on in the court?"

Wang Chengen nodded first, then sighed and said:

"It's true that something big happened in the DPRK and China......

The two talked for a while, and Wang Chengen also knew that the person in front of him was the emperor's favorite supervisor, so he told the story of the recent court affairs and spoke carefully.

After listening, Zhu Xieyuan also looked worried, and he felt in his heart that the emperor also sent a large army north to participate in the war during the reform of Nanjing, which was not only a second move, but also a dangerous move.

The dismissal of the Nanjing Ministry aroused strong opposition and sensation in the government and the opposition, and at this time, the release of the Zhuwen faction sent a large army north to participate in the war, which could well shift the focus of the people's attention to the war.

But at the same time, it is very likely that all parts of the south of the Yangtze River will provoke mutiny, and the Ming Dynasty will be in a situation where the enemy will be attacked on the back of the abdomen, and if you are not careful, you will lose all the games!

Come to think of it, the Emperor of the Apocalypse asked the Yongwei Battalion to stay in Nanjing, just to prevent the mutiny.

The Dutch in Penghu are still resisting stubbornly, and the forces besieging the Dutch still cannot be withdrawn.

Can the Ming Dynasty withstand such military spending...?

Zhu Xieyuan said goodbye to Wang Chengen and watched the group ride away, his eyes looked a little hollow.

Since the Wanli period, the imperial court launched three major expeditions, the military expenditure is incalculable, two years ago in the southwest chaos, and mobilized the officers and troops of the five provinces of the Central Plains to fight a big battle.

Although the Ming Dynasty won all these four wars, what followed was a deficit in the treasury and the imperial court's finances could not make ends meet.

Although, since the Emperor of the Apocalypse succeeded to the throne, he first confiscated a large number of corrupt officials and powerful assets, and then increased tariffs and abolished the Nanjing Ministry.

The various policies and techniques of the new emperor have greatly alleviated the financial situation that was on the verge of bankruptcy since the end of Wanli, and even made up for the arrears of military salaries accumulated in the Jiubian Military Town for many years within the second year of the Apocalypse.

The Ministry of War also reported that the Nine-sided Army had completed the replacement of more than half of its armor and ordnance in the second year of the Apocalypse, and its combat effectiveness had been greatly improved.

This is developing in a good direction, and Zhu Xieyuan can say without hesitation that the Ming Dynasty is now on the road of prosperity and prosperity.

But the war came so suddenly, and only two years after the Battle of the Southwest was not enough for the imperial court to alleviate the huge military expenditures it brought.

Mobilizing such a large number of troops at this time and launching a war comparable to the Battle of Sarhu is equivalent to advancing the financial revenue of the Apocalypse for three years in advance.

Once this war is lost, the situation that Daming has fallen into is not an embarrassment that can be described, and at that time, the world may be in chaos.

Thinking about it in another direction, once this war is won, the Ming Dynasty will sweep away the decline and occupy the initiative again in Liaodong.

Zhu Xieyuan didn't expect that this kind of burden, the emperor actually handed it over to his shoulders without the slightest warning, this is a gamble on the battle of national fortune in the next few decades of the Ming Dynasty!

Thinking of this, hot sweat began to form on his forehead.

Seeing this, Hou Liangzhu, the chief soldier of Sichuan, looked very puzzled.

In his impression, the governor of Sichuan had been calm and calm since the beginning of the consultation with the southwest, and there was rarely anything that would make him nervous.

Hou Liangzhu took the holy decree on the table, looked at it, read two lines, and guessed the whole content in his heart, and he also gasped.

In fact, today's major events in the imperial court, he, as the chief soldier, knows about it.

"Houjin sent troops to besiege Shenyang, the intention was to destroy the rest of the Fu, Liaodong Jingluo's speculation is really bold."

After he finished speaking, he was also paying attention to Zhu Xieyuan's expression.

The latter came back to his senses, sighed and said:

"Xiong Tingbi Yuliao, in his position, since he should watch the six roads and listen to the eight directions, the old slave is trapped in Shenyang at this time, and he can't hold it, why bother?"

Hou Liangzhu was a little surprised.

"Then according to the meaning of Futai, Liaodong Jing guessed correctly?"

Zhu Xieyuan nodded and said: "Once the Fuyu Department is destroyed by the old slave, the line from Guangning to Songjin will be exposed to the sight of Houjin. ”

"At that time, the imperial court not only had to stick to Liaoshen, but also many fortresses on the first line of Guangning and Songjin had to be renovated."

"I'm just afraid that Yuan Chonghuan's Songjin defense line strategy will not work if you don't use it."

Hou Liangzhu's gaze became solemn, he walked to the edge of the map, and said in a deep voice:

"The Songjin defense line, all the castles along the border need to be repaired, and the Liao army needs to be increased by 120,000, this Yuan Chonghuan can really mention it, it's really a mouthful!"

"Futai... Inspector ——! ”

"You must win this battle, otherwise the situation in Liaodong will be out of control!"

After speaking, he looked at Zhu Xieyuan with a sparkling gaze.

Zhu Xieyuan is just a literati, but since the Battle of the Southwest, whether he is leading troops to fight or local military and political affairs, he has always acted decisively and has a fierce style.

Including Hou Liangzhu, many Sichuan generals bowed to him.

Zhu Xieyuan was silent for a moment, suddenly got up, and said:

"I want to leave immediately, go to the camp on the outskirts of Beijing, and meet the border town commanders there."

......

That night, outside the governor's yamen.

Zhu Xieyuan put on his armor, with a heroic spirit, he turned around and looked at the Sichuan Governor Yamen, who had been waiting for a long time, sighed, and was about to get on the horse and go to Beijing.

At this time, Hou Liangzhu led the generals to turn around from the corner of the street, and said with a smile:

"Futai let everyone send it, it's been almost two years, and the brothers are reluctant to let you..."

Zhu Xieyuan wanted to leave alone in the middle of the night, so as not to be sad to part, and he was helpless to see this group of rough generals who seemed to be rough.

He handed the reins to Hou Liangzhu and said:

"Ben Fu heard that the prince who came to pass the decree said that the general soldier led the troops in a good way, and during the war in the southwest, he advanced and retreated freely, and he was quite disciplined.

"In the near future, Jiangnan will be in turmoil, the imperial court will transfer troops to pacify the locality, and the general army will be of great use in the southwest, and sooner or later it will be transferred out."

Hou Liangzhu nodded, and he was already faintly looking forward to the next deployment of the imperial court to him.

He took the reins of the horse with one hand, led it personally, walked in front with Zhu Xieyuan, and raised his hand in response:

"Conquest and survey, these are just things that are within the scope of a military general, and in the eyes of the last general, these are far from being feats."

"It is not easy to do what is within the division, and how many people in the current Manchu Dynasty can really do their own things?"

Zhu Xieyuan glanced at him, laughed, and then looked up and down again, and quipped: "General Soldier Hou is knowledgeable and well-informed, if he is not in the army, he will definitely be a generation of scribes!" ”

Hou Liangzhu scratched his head and said in the laughter of the generals:

"Futai made fun of the last general, since he was a child, he only thought of fighting on the battlefield and serving the country loyally, if he was lucky enough to die on the battlefield in the future, he would not be disgraced by his background."

Zhu Xieyuan smiled, put his hands behind his back, looked outside, and said leisurely:

"I'm a scribe, but now I'm going to put pen to paper and lead the troops north to resist the enemy, why can't you be a military general?"

Hou Liangzhu didn't answer, but he agreed in his heart.

He planned to let his subordinates learn literacy from the scholars who came to the southwest to give lectures from tomorrow, and they taught everyone anyway.

As for himself, forget it, he has never been this piece of material.

When I came to the city gate, as expected, countless neighbors had spontaneously gathered here, holding hands and looking forward to coming.

Zhu Xieyuan shook the armor on his shoulders, took the reins from Hou Liangzhu's hand, turned over on the horse, and bowed his hands to the surrounding generals and people one by one, and then turned around and galloped away.