My Majesty!

Can't you stop for two days?

"Your Majesty, although the household department collected some taxes and silver last year, the expenses in all aspects are also large. Liaodong needs money to use troops, Luzon needs money to use soldiers, and now Jiaozhi also needs money to use soldiers, and disasters in the customs are still frequent. You can't slow down? It's not too late to increase the number of troops next year!"

Bi Ziyan said bitterly.

Zhu Youzhen just wanted to say something, but there was a message from the eunuch outside.

Fan Jingwen and others came.

"Your Majesty."

Fan Jingwen saluted as soon as he came in, and then secretly glanced at Bi Ziyan, who was selling miserably.

What's wrong with this Bi Lao?

Your Majesty reached out again?

"Fan Qing, the news has just come back that Xing'anbo has captured Thang Long, and the Zheng clan has also been captured, and they will be escorted back to Beijing in the near future. Jiaozhi is back in the arms of Daming!"

Zhu Youzhen shared the good news with Fan Jingwen and others, and several people hurriedly congratulated, but they were even more puzzled in their hearts.

This is a good thing, why does Bi Lao pick up a miserable expression?

"Right now, Zheng Ruan is facing each other, and the river is being ruled by rowing. Originally, I planned to destroy the Zheng clan first, and then destroy the Nguyen clan in the south after the situation in the north stabilized. Who knew that this Ruan clan was so bold that he tried in vain to take advantage of the fire when the Ming army was fighting against the Zheng clan, and tried in vain to sit on the yellow finch behind the praying mantis. After Xu Zhi'an took Thang Long, he actually led fifty or sixty thousand soldiers to attack Thang Long! So I thought, just wipe out the Ruan clan together! Right now, I'm discussing with Bi Qing about increasing the number of troops in Jiaozhi."

All right.

A few people understood.

But one of them looked at their nose, their nose and mouth, and their mouths and hearts, and there was no one who spoke.

Zhu Youzhen also knew that he was to blame for this, and he only beat the Zheng family when he said that he would do it, and the Ruan family said it slowly. But no one expected that this Ruan clan would be so ignorant of life and death.

"Half of the money?"

Zhu Youzhen said tentatively.

"Good!"

Bi Ziyan did not hesitate at all, and immediately agreed.

Damn, it's a loss.

Zhu Youzhen scolded in his heart.

Does the household department have any money?

Rich!

But there is money and there is money, and it is true that it is not spent. Even if the situation has been slightly better in the past two years, Bi Ziyan is used to it, and he still has the temperament of breaking a penny in half.

In this regard, Zhu Youzhen often has nothing to say.

Just like now, he had to take out his private money, otherwise Bi Ziyan would not let go.

"Then the matter is settled, and 30,000 soldiers will be transferred from the Beijing camp to Jiaozhi. In wartime, it was still distributed according to three times the monthly salary, and all the materials were prepared according to the standards of the last expedition. A few ministers looked at Zhang Luo, if there is a problem that cannot be solved, come and look for me!"

"Yes! Your Majesty!"

"Then there is the issue of the governance of Jiaozhi, you should hurry up and recommend some capable officials, just now Bi Qing proposed to transfer Sun Chuanting over, I really think it is very good. However, he will certainly not be able to rely on himself, and the officials who have reached the rank of political envoys on the left and right, political participation, experience, and capital affairs should draw up a list and submit it as soon as possible."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Several people nodded again.

After all these years of officials, they know His Majesty very well in front of them. ….

He likes officials who can do things, and as for his background and knowledge, he doesn't care at all.

But in the same way, the inspection of officials at all levels is also extremely strict, he can not care which relative you recommend, but as long as it does not meet his requirements, he will be replaced mercilessly.

Zhu Youzhen gave the order, and the entire capital moved again.

The news of the reconquest of Cochin must have spread throughout the government and the opposition, and the people in Beijing rushed to tell each other.

The generals of the Beijing camp learned that they were going to increase their troops in Jiaozhi, and they found Zhang Zhiji one after another.

"Grandpa, how can you say that this time it is also our turn to Zhenwei Camp, right? This face-revealing meritorious service is all taken up by the family

, co-authored our Zhenwei Camp was raised by the stepmother?"

"That is, we also want to go out and spread wild!"

"Anyway, you'll have to send us this time!"

"Yes!"

These guys stayed behind for a long time, and when they saw their colleagues returning from the battlefield one by one, they were more than one drum in their pockets, and it was false to say that they did not envy them.

As for why there are still people rushing to go to the dead thing of the war, it is entirely because the Beijing camp not only has good welfare during wartime, but the most important reason is that the casualties are small.

That's right, as long as the Beijing camp is dispatched, His Majesty will definitely be equipped with the latest and most advanced equipment, and all kinds of life-saving medicines can be fully satisfied. It really made these soldiers feel that His Majesty valued them.

So this errand that can not only make meritorious service, but also make money, and serve His Majesty's loyalty, is naturally willing to go.

Zhang Zhiji was so noisy by them that he finally had to find an excuse to hide.

In the end, according to the characteristics of each battalion, 30,000 soldiers were selected from among them.

Three days later, they took a boat to Cochin in batches.

For this reason, Zhang Zhiji did not make any less difficulties.

But who the fuck would have thought that one day, the soldiers would rush to send troops to fight?

At the same time, Ruan Fulan ran wildly with the remnants of the defeated soldiers, and finally left the chassis of the Zheng family and returned to his hometown.

It wasn't until the moment I saw my father that the tight string in my heart relaxed a little.

"Father! It's horrible! Daming's firearms are terrifying!" Nguyen Phuc Lan remembered the scene on the battlefield and was still in shock.

"How many times have you fought the Ming army?" Ruan Fuyuan's face was a little unhappy, he was the one who swore to be a yellow finch at the beginning, and now he is the one who fled back in disgrace.

At this time, boasting about how powerful the Ming army is, it is difficult to believe that his son is not trying to shirk responsibility.

"Once!"

"Nearly 20,000 soldiers were lost in a single fight? How many people are there in Daming? Even if they defeat Zheng Jie, there are a lot of dead people, right? How can we kill so many people?"

Ruan Fuyuan's face was incredible, not to mention that he didn't believe it, and the civil and military officials under his hands didn't believe it either!

If there was no problem with the intelligence, the Ming army killed the Zheng clan with only 30,000 or 40,000 people, and they lost nearly 20,000 soldiers in another battle.

Could it be that the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty are all made of iron, and each one is a hundred?

"Father! We still know too little about them! Their firearms are too powerful. They have a cannon that can bloom, and a single shot can kill dozens of soldiers! And their muskets, which were fired without any gaps, and the soldiers could not rush through them at all. And—" Ruan Fulan loudly explained the reason for his failure, but to everyone's ears, it was completely like a fantasy.

A shot fired, killing dozens of soldiers.

Shoot an airtight musket.

Two people carry a cannon that can run around.

It sounds like.

"Second brother, just tell me how many enemies you killed this time!"

Ruan Fuyu, who was already not very good with him, asked sadly on the side.

Fry a serving of fries