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British Gong Zhang Zhiji is in a very bad mood these days, of course, the reason for his bad mood is not that he has no money to spend or for which girl, in fact, the British Duke is the highest hereditary state of the Ming Dynasty The status is very stable, even in the period when Liu Jin and Wei Zhongxian were in power, the British Duke is also stable and no one dares to move.

The reason why Zhang Zhiji is in a bad mood is because there have been rumors from the court these days that the emperor is going to rectify the Beijing camp, maybe someone wants to ask, the rectification of the Beijing camp has a Mao relationship with Zhang Zhiji, the dignified British duke, but in fact it really has something to do with him, because Zhang Zhiji has another errand in addition to the hereditary duke of the British duke, that is, the commander of the Beijing camp, in other words, he is the head of the 100,000 Beijing camp soldiers in the capital.

Of course, the benefits of being the governor of Beijing are naturally a lot, just eating empty pay and drinking the blood of soldiers is a large amount of income, although he can't swallow this silver alone and share it with the officers and nobles at all levels below, but every year miscellaneous and miscellaneous can also get tens of thousands of taels of silver, once the imperial court rectifies the Beijing camp, doesn't that mean that he will cut off a source of money?

Because of the very bad mood, the servants of the British government have also suffered in recent years, and some of the servants have been beaten and scolded once they have done something wrong and are found out by Zhang Zhiji, and even some of the servants have even been beaten to death by him, so that the people of the British government have to walk on tiptoe these days for fear of angering this master.

Early this morning, Zhang Zhiji got up and ate two osmanthus cakes and horseshoe cakes, and then drank a bowl of milk that the nurse specially raised at home had just squeezed out the milk, and then the whole person stretched a long lazy waist, and sat on the recliner in the courtyard with dull eyes. Behind Zhang Zhiji stood four fourteen or fifteen-year-old pretty maids, these maids didn't even dare to breathe at this time, because everyone who was familiar with Zhang Zhiji's temper knew that Lord Guogong was still in a state where his soul had not yet returned, and it was best not to disturb him at this time, otherwise the consequences would be very serious.

But today, Zhang Zhiji probably didn't look at the yellow calendar before getting up. So it happened anyway. Before Zhang Zhiji could wake up from his relapse, an angry voice sounded outside the courtyard.

"Grandpa...... Grandpa...... Oh no...... Something big is wrong......"

The voice was old and hoarse, and the owner of the voice must have been quite old, and his current mood was in a state of extreme panic.

Soon, the gate outside the courtyard was pushed open, and a figure stumbled in, and when he came to Zhang Zhiji, he knelt down and looked at Zhang Zhiji and wanted to speak, but then saw an official boot in front of him quickly getting bigger, and then he felt a sharp pain coming from the front door, and he leaned back and fell heavily to the ground. What he saw before he fell to the ground was the sympathetic gazes of the maids.

"Lao Zhang, you can be regarded as an old man who has been with me for so many years, why don't you even understand the rules, can you break in casually here? Or are you old and confused! ”

Zhang Zhiji's voice of gritting teeth sounded in the room, the person who just broke in was the housekeeper of the British Mansion, and he was also an old man who had been with him for decades, it stands to reason that Zhang Zhiji had to give him some face anyway, but the luck of this housekeeper was too bad, and he hit the muzzle of the gun. It's really miserable to be kicked.

It's just that although he was kicked very badly, the big butler was worthy of being loyal to Zhang Zhiji, and he ignored the two hot currents gushing out from his nose, covered his nose and shouted sadly: "Grandpa Guo." It's not that the small ones don't understand the rules, but something big happens! Just at the right time, General Jiang sent someone to report, and the Marquis of Zhongyong took the soldiers and horses to the school field of the Xida camp. Order the books to move all the rosters out, and they have to count the number of people on the spot! ”

"What ......"

"Bang Dang ......"

"Grandpa Guo......"

Only an exclamation was heard, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. It turned out that Zhang Zhiji fell from the recliner to the ground. This frightened everyone, and after a while, the old housekeeper and the hungry maid put Zhang Zhiji back on the recliner.

Zhang Zhiji, who sat down again, didn't care about anything else, and immediately stood up and grabbed the butler's collar and shouted, "What you said is true?" Then Yue Yang really led the troops to the west of the city? ”

"Grandpa Guo, what time is it, how dare the villain lie to you!" The housekeeper was about to cry, and he couldn't wait to swear to the sky, "Now Liu Zongqi is still waiting outside." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Zhiji's round fat face suddenly shook twice irregularly, and then he shouted: "Prepare a sedan chair immediately, I want to go to the Xidaying campus quickly, and quickly notify several other families, so that they can also rush to the school with me!" ”

At the same time, on the wide school field of the West Daying, thousands of Xuanda soldiers surrounded the school field, and Yue Yang, who was dressed in military uniform, stood on the earthen platform and squinted at the thousands of ragged Hanako standing in front of him...... Wrong...... It should be thousands of soldiers, and with an unbelievable look in his eyes, he asked a general standing beside him, "General Jiang, are these all the soldiers in our Beijing camp?" ”

"Lord Hou, this ...... Yes, this is our Jingying ...... Most of the soldiers! ”

The general standing beside Yue Yang was the general on duty today, and at this time, there was a hint of shame, helplessness and embarrassment in his eyes.

"General Jiang, there are 100,000 soldiers of the Beijing Battalion on the roster in my hand, but can you tell me that there are 100,000 people on the school field now? Or maybe Ben Hou's eyes are not very good, and he sees thousands of people as 100,000? Yue Yang's voice was so loud that almost everyone in the audience could hear it.

At this time, General Jiang also said in a low voice: "Qi Qi Hou Ye, there are indeed 100,000 people on the roster of people and horses in our Beijing camp, but since the Jiajing period, the people and horses in Beijing have never been full, where are the rest of the people, I believe that Hou Ye also knows that the last general is just a small general, why do you bother with the last general." ”

"Good...... Okay, this is my Ming Dynasty's Beijing camp, this is the Beijing camp of the former Taizu who dominated the world! There was a hint of helpless bitterness in Yue Yang's tone, no wonder in another time and space, Da Mingkong sat on the strongest city in the world, but it was broken by a group of peasant rebels in less than two days.

Although he had already known that Jingying had rotted to the root before he came, but hearing that it was one thing to see it with his own eyes was another thing, Yue Yang's heart still couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness, this former Ming Dynasty's most elite army has now been reduced to a group of people called Huazi, no wonder his cheap old man would be so generous to give himself power, let himself be fully responsible for the reorganization.

Just as Yue Yang was about to say something, there was the sound of horses' hooves in the distance, followed by a rush of footsteps. Yue Yang turned his head to look and found that not far away, four sedan chair drivers were trotting towards the school yard with a sedan chair, and there were more than a dozen knights behind the sedan chair.

Yue Yang squinted at the small sedan chair and did not speak, and soon the sedan chair was quickly carried by four sedan chair drivers to the bottom of the earth platform, and then without waiting for the sedan chair driver to open the sedan curtain, an obese figure came out of it, and then ran up towards the earth platform with broken steps.

This is an obese figure, Yue Yang estimates that this guy is at least more than two hundred pounds, it is really difficult for the four sedan chair drivers to carry such a heavy guy and run so fast.

I saw that this fat man ran to Yue Yang's side, half blaming and half displeased, and said with a smile: "This must be Brother Yue Xian, the Marquis of Zhongyong, Zhang Zhiji of the British Mansion, how can Brother Yue Xian not inform his brother when he comes to Beijing, this is too uninteresting!" ”

Looking at this big fat man who was smiling like Maitreya Buddha, Yue Yang really couldn't connect him with a commander who commanded 100,000 soldiers in the Jing camp. However, he looked at the thousands of old, weak, sick and disabled soldiers in ragged clothes on the school ground, and then looked at Zhang Zhiji's tall general's belly, and he immediately understood that the British duke could have such a scene in Beijing, and this British duke was really "indispensable".

Yue Yang said indifferently: "Grandpa Guo, you know that Benhou was ordered to rebuild the Beijing camp, why did the emperor want to rebuild the Beijing camp, the reason must be well known to you, you look at the people below, can they still be made soldiers?" I'm afraid these people are even a little better than the beggars on the street,"

"This ......"

Zhang Zhiji's face was extremely embarrassed, his family knew his own affairs, and since he became the commander of the Beijing camp, he had always treated the Beijing camp as a piece of fat and desperately attached to it to suck its blood and bone marrow, as for the drill or the combat effectiveness of the Beijing camp and the like, can this thing be eaten as food?

It is precisely because of this thought that Zhang Zhiji and the rest of the nobles regard Jingying as a money village, except for sending someone to come when they receive their salary every month, no one else thinks that there is such a thing on the boundary of the capital. But when they suddenly heard that the emperor was going to revoke the establishment of Jingying, they suddenly realized that from now on they would lose a piece of fat, and everyone panicked.

Yue Yang's cold eyes swept from Zhang Zhiji's body to more than a dozen knights in various costumes behind him, and sneered: "If this marquis is good, these people below should be the princes and nobles who are on an errand in the Beijing camp, right?" I'm very diligent today, and I'm finally willing to come to this place to see. ”

Yue Yang's words fell, and the faces of these nobles who had already dismounted also showed a wry smile, if it weren't for today's events, I'm afraid they would never have come to this place in their lives.

Too lazy to pay attention to the ugliness of these moths, Yue Yang said directly: "Since everyone is here, it's okay, save Benhou to inform you one by one." According to the emperor's decree, from now on, the Beijing camp will be disbanded, and all the envoys in the Beijing camp will be withdrawn. ”

"What...... How can this be made, absolutely not! ”

After Yue Yang's words fell, these people all shouted in a big voice...... (To be continued......) r1292

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