After these years of war, from top to bottom, the Ming Dynasty's fear of Jurchen, whether it was a general or an ordinary soldier, gradually disappeared.

The invincible Jurchen warriors that some people once boasted about are just that, to put it bluntly, it's just the fierce folk customs caused by the poor living environment.

From the cowardice at the beginning, to the daring to fight later, and then to the final good fight, self-confidence has accumulated little by little.

Liu Wensong stood at the entrance of the village, looking at the soldiers rushing back and forth in the village, and remembered the words of His Majesty when he was studying at the military academy:

Whoever is strong is justified.

For example, the current pre-war mobilization is very simple.

In this world, there was no Houjin originally, and the Jurchens were only natives of Nuer Gandusi. And Nuer Gandusi has been an indispensable part of the Ming Dynasty since ancient times, and we want to recover the territory for the benefit of future generations.

By the time everything had calmed down, it was already half an hour later.

The villagers were driven to the entrance of the village, and sobs were heard from the crowd.

"General, a total of 1,600 Tartar men, women, and children, and 380 rebels were killed." One of the chief horses came to Liu Wensong and reported.

"Okay, old rules, the old ones are summarily executed."

"Yes."

ordered the general leader, pulled out all the older people in the crowd, and cut off their heads directly in front of the villagers.

The shouts of the crowd immediately became louder, and the shouting and scolding followed, and the soldiers on the side watched fiercely, and when they saw someone shouting and scolding, all men, women, and children, all dragged out and beheaded.

After a while, two or three hundred heads fell to the ground.

At the front of the crowd, a little Jurchen boy caught Liu Wensong's attention.

He jumped off his horse and came to the little boy with a knife. Quietly looking at the little boy who was staring at him fiercely with wide eyes, he burst out laughing for a while.

"Do you hate me when you stare at me like this? Could it be that among these dead people are your relatives? Oh yes, you don't understand. But it doesn't matter, the animals don't understand human speech, but they still work. Remember my face, my name is Liu Wensong, you are welcome to seek revenge on me, and you can be a ghost. ”

After speaking, the smile on Liu Wensong's face froze, and he coldly gave the order.

"Sun San! And he bound them, and brought them a hundred men, and brought them back to the prison. ”

"Yes, General."

Before setting out for the expedition, Zhu Kezhen gave each cavalry team a task, and if she couldn't complete it, she would be scolded.

At present, the development trend of the iron and steel group is good, whether it is a coal mine or an iron mine, there is an urgent shortage of manpower, and it is a pity to kill these free laborers.

Thinking of the little boy who had just glared at him, Liu Wensong smiled again.

There are not many people who can come out alive in Fangzhenghua.

Thinking of the rumored perverted legend of his treatment of these Jurchen slaves, Liu Wensong shuddered. Being hacked to death by them is much happier than dying in a mine.

After Liu Wensong arranged everything, he divided his troops with Sun San, he continued to march east with the remaining 900 cavalry, and Sun San took 100 people to escort more than 1,000 Jurchens back to Guannei.

At the same time, the other nine teams were also doing the same thing, and began a crazy sweep of the Jianzhou Jurchen tribes. If you run away in advance, you will basically either die or be captured.

Ten days later, Liu Wensong led 500 men to escort the last group of Jurchens back to Yahu Pass.

"The last general meets the general soldiers!" As soon as he saw Zhu Kezhen, Liu Wensong smiled and saluted.

"Excuse me, there are no outsiders here, how about going out this time?"

Zhu Kezhen waved her hand and said with a smile.

"It's not bad, a total of more than 5,000 Jiannu have been captured, and several waves have been sent back, and I brought a few hundred more when I came back. It's a successful mission. Liu Wensong's face was proud.

"You're a proud fart! Do you know how much Xu Yanqi has caught? ”

"How much?"

Zhu Kezhen did not answer, but stretched out two fingers.

"Twenty thousand!? So much? ”

"It's one in one."

“......”

Is there such a comparison with you?

"Your Majesty has spoken, this year will take the Jianzhou Jurchen, next year the Haixi Jurchen, and the year after tomorrow to win the Savage Jurchen. The task is completed, promoted, if it is not completed, it will be transferred to Taiwan to dry salt! ”

"Huh?"

"Don't. This time, ten teams of people were dispatched, and your record can only be regarded as average, and you still licked your face to ask me for credit. Fuck off. ”

"Oh."

Liu Wensong left dejectedly, he thought that his record was already good, who knew that it would be average after a long time.

Liaoning Zhu Kezhen's actions were constantly sent to Zhu Youzhen in the form of telegrams.

After the beginning of spring this year, the weather warmed up, and the entire Northeast region was completely free of any force that could hinder the Ming Dynasty, which was a good time for expansion. So he gave Zhu Kezhen the task of recovering the entire Northeast for three years.

Three years is not a long time, but it is not a short time. Right now, what he wants is occupation, and governance can be done slowly.

Whether it is the area around the Sikht Mountains or Sakhalin Island across the Tatar Strait, it has been an inseparable part of the Ming Dynasty since ancient times. Sakhalin, in particular, is extremely rich in natural resources and is an area the size of two large islands in Taiwan, and it must be taken back.

It is not nonsense to say that Sakhalin is the territory of the Ming Dynasty, it is all justified, but it was later made out by several treaties signed by the Manchurians. Now that the Tartars are gone, who can still sign a treaty with Daming? If you want to sign, it is also a big sign!

Zhu Youzhen was drawing in a circle with a map, comparing the minerals in the northeast region, when a small eunuch walked in and said that he wanted to see him.

"Let him in."

He didn't raise his head, and said casually.

After a while, Bi Ziyan walked in.

"Minister, please see Your Majesty."

"What's the matter, Bi Qing, but something's wrong?"

"Your Majesty, this is the salary from all over the Nine Sides last month, and it can only be distributed after Your Majesty's consent."

"Isn't it every month, why did you come here in person?"

"The number reported by Liaoning this month is not right, it is more than twice as many as before."

"Oh? Take a look at me? ”

Zhu Youzhen took it curiously, and after flipping through it, he understood what was going on.

After the beginning of spring, the weather warms up, and the soldiers naturally go out to fight more, and there are more meritorious services and rewards for more battles. It is normal for the amount of money to increase.

"I asked Zhu Kezhen to recover the slave Gandu Division, double rings in wartime, plus military merit awards, it is normal for the amount of salary to increase. You just need to send it normally. ”

"Recover the slave Gandusi?" Bi Ziyan's brows furrowed again.

Another war? Didn't you just get Korqin back? Can't stop and stop? But you can only think about it, and you will definitely find a gram when you say it.

"Oh. I've been so busy these days that I forgot to tell you. You'll go back and talk to the cabinet later. Nuer Gandusi is a good place, which will be of great help to our future development of Daming! And Sakhalin Island, too, is terrible, you can dig up gold by digging a hole. ”

......

Bi Ziyan was speechless.

How can an emperor brag in front of his ministers. I also dug a hole full of gold, and I haven't seen anyone dig up gold for hundreds of years.

"Your Majesty, after many years of repeated wars, the current turmoil in Yunnan, the country has long been overwhelmed, it is the time to rest with the people, it is not appropriate to start a war lightly!"

"What to rest? What is there to rest? Is it because the soldiers are short of food or are the people less clothed? ”

"There is no shortage of food and clothing."

"Isn't that it, Li Zicheng has squeezed out millions of taels of silver from the vassal king these days, right? There is also grain, there are also two or three million stones, and the household is short of silver? ”

"There is no shortage."

"Lack of food?"

"There is no shortage."

"So what are you worried about?"

"This—"

Bi Ziyan was speechless by Zhu Youzhen. He understands the truth, but he always feels that something is wrong.

"Alright. The household department has you to rest assured. Now that the summer harvest is approaching again, the top priority is to adjust grain and ensure the livelihood of the disaster victims in various places. The rice planted in Luzon is almost ripe, and it will be collected and handed over to you at that time. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Bi Ziyan's brow stretched.

It seems that the problem I am worried about does not exist at all, whether it is silver or food, His Majesty can always get it. Not to mention anything else, just take the matter of taxation, what His Majesty has done is really bright. Don't say anything, let's start with my own clan first.

What a good emperor!

It's just that the addiction to war is greater.

Bi Ziyan returned to the cabinet with emotion and told several other colleagues about His Majesty's war, but he didn't expect several people to look at him strangely, with expressions that you only knew.

"You all know?"

"That's right."

"Then why don't I know?"

"I don't know."

Bi Ziyan's toss, Zhu Youzhen remembered Luzon who bought seeds at the beginning of the year.

"Wang Banban, send a telegram to Zheng Zhilong and ask him if the rice in Luzon is ripe?"

"Yes, hooray."

Wang Chengen walked out, and a telegram was sent to Zheng Zhilong.

Zheng Zhilong is also angry about this matter. The rice in Luzon is ripe, but there are signs that it is.

The Spaniards want to break the contract!

Is this still worth it?